On our way out, Rob gave me a hug and slipped his card to me. My boyfriend was a tad jealous, but took it in stride. I am sure that he concluded that Rob would be an excellent candidate for future MFM encounters.
The rest of the trip was rather vanilla. We didn’t even have sex again before we flew home. He dropped me off at my place with a kiss and promised to check in on me later after he did some major kissing up to his wife. It was very surreal. I went inside, took a long hot bath and slept for almost an entire day. It was going to take a while to reflect and recover from my wild orgy. And part of me, you know the part, was already looking forward to doing it again.