John and Carrie ran back up to their room with the bottle, shaking in anticipation. They didn't really talk to each other while they waited, rather they stared at the door in eager anticipation. Though the wait seemed like an eternity, the knock at their door came in simply four minutes after they'd arrived back at their room.
Carrie got to the door first, letting the blonde in. The busty blonde responded by giving her a deep kiss on the mouth, then went to John and did the same. "You guys have to forgive me...I get this way whenever I'm gonna shift," she said, not really apologizing, rather it was simply a statement.
She began to peel off her uniform, standing there now in a black lacy bra and panty set. "Just so we're clear, you guys know I'm gonna want to fuck, right?" she asked. This time, it wasn't a statement; she was asking permission.
John and Carrie nodded.
"Both of you...you get that? I'm not just going to want one of you...I'm going to want both of you. Are you both okay with that? Because I don't want to hurt your marriage, okay?" She was covering all of her bases, not wanting to be held responsible for a fantasy gone wrong.
John and Carrie looked at each other, and it was evident in the eyes of both that there was a bit of doubt. "No regrets?" Carrie asked John.
"No regrets," he replied, kissing her. Then looking at the blonde, "We're fine with that," he said.
The blonde breathed a sigh of relief, laughing slightly, "Good, because otherwise I'd have to fuck one of the husky boys, and they're kind of nasty." Her face got slightly more serious. "This is your last chance to back out...are you guys ready?" she asked.