"The Search for Atlantis" is a celebration of curiosity and courage, a testament to the idea that every legend holds a grain of truth waiting to be uncovered. It is a thrilling adventure that will captivate anyone fascinated by history, mystery, and the unyielding human spirit.
Chapter 10 – What is left.
As Nick slowly regained consciousness, a dull throbbing resonated through his head, the light in the room piercing his eyes as he attempted to focus on his surroundings. The sterile, beige walls of what seemed like a hospital room were vaguely comforting, yet disorienting.
"Mr. Marcus, welcome back to the land of the conscious," came a male voice, attempting a friendly tone. Nick turned his head slightly, his neck stiff, to see a man standing by his bedside. The man was roughly six feet tall, dressed in a neatly tailored suit, exuding an air of official authority.
"You have me at a disadvantage here, you are?" Nick rasped, his voice hoarse and weak.
"Special Agent Hannak, FBI," the man introduced himself. Nick nodded slowly, taking in the information but wary of divulging too much without understanding the situation fully.
"And what did I do wrong?" Nick asked cautiously, his mind racing through possible infractions.
"Nothing my dear boy, it is what you found that interests me," Special Agent Hannak replied, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "According to your girlfriend and her friend, you went on an expedition to find Atlantis," he continued, his tone light yet probing.
Nick nodded, deciding to stick to the simpler parts of their story. "We did," he confirmed.
"And did you find it?" the agent asked, curiosity piqued.
Nick shook his head. "No, but then again, we only searched for two days. The ocean is vast," he replied, playing down their actual discovery to protect their secret.
The agent chuckled, nodding in understanding. "But you found something," he pressed.
Nick nodded again. "Found a cache of gold. It was wild, there was a small vessel rotting away in the sand. In it, I found a sword and the gold," he explained, sticking close to the story they had agreed to tell.
"That corroborates what the girls said," the agent noted. Then, his gaze sharpening slightly, he asked, "And the chest?"
"It was a gift," Nick said casually, hoping to divert any deeper inquiry. "Thought it would be a fun thing to have to use for whatever we found."
"Who gave you this gift?" the agent asked, his eyes not leaving Nick's face.
Nick shook his head, a protective instinct kicking in. "That is personal. I will not tell you. She made it especially for me, knowing my passion for Atlantean culture and my desire to find it," he said firmly.
"The girls didn’t know that part?" the agent probed further.
"No, that I kept to myself," Nick replied, maintaining his guard.
"So, about half of your coins has been sold to museums," the agent informed him, changing the subject.
Nick frowned, feeling a twinge of loss. "And I guess I'm just out of luck about that then," he replied resignedly.
The agent chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Nick, you made quite a bit of money on this. After the IRS takes their cut, you make about fifteen hundred per coin, and over a thousand have sold," he explained.
"Give the money away," Nick said abruptly, his decision firm. He wasn't in this for financial gain.
The agent looked at him, surprised. "What?" he asked, taken aback.
"I just want to keep the sword," Nick reiterated, his voice tinged with frustration.
The agent shook his head, sympathy in his eyes. "I'm sorry, that has been sold to the Smithsonian Museum," he said regretfully. "Besides, it's illegal to own," he added, outlining the legal boundaries.
Nick sighed deeply. "You want my honest opinion?" he asked, looking the agent straight in the eye.
The agent smiled faintly. "I know, it's fucked up. I would let you have it. You seem like a responsible fellow, but the law is the law," he said, echoing Nick's sentiment.
Nick nodded. "So, I'm not in trouble?" he clarified, needing to understand his standing.
"No, you are not. However, Donavan is. He attacked you, and it almost cost you your life," the agent explained. "He was before a judge this morning. His daughter presented her ownership of the company 'Dutchess Diving' and won that case against him. Then he was presented with the assault charges and was sentenced to three years in prison," the agent detailed the outcomes.
Nick smirked slightly, a bitter edge to his reaction. "Serves him right the bastard," he mumbled, feeling a small measure of justice was served.
The agent nodded in agreement. "Now, Mr. Marcus, about your new funds," he transitioned smoothly.
"Give it to the girls; they deserve it," Nick insisted, his loyalty to Julie and Lindsey clear.
The agent made a note in his notebook and smiled, appreciative of Nick’s generosity. "I will take care of it," he assured Nick.
With a final handshake, the agent stood up. "I hope you have a good day, Mr. Marcus," he said, preparing to leave.
Nick managed a grateful smile. "You too, Agent Hannak," he replied, feeling a complex mix of relief and frustration as the agent walked out, leaving him to process everything that had unfolded.
The door swung open again shortly after Agent Hannak's departure, and Lindsey and Julie burst into the room, their faces alight with concern and relief. "Nick," they both exclaimed in unison as they rushed to his bedside.
In an instant, Nick was enveloped in their warm, reassuring presence. They each planted a kiss on him, their affection palpable. "What did you tell him?" Julie asked immediately, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Nick offered a reassuring smile. "I stuck to the story," he assured her, his tone steady.
Julie's expression lightened, a smile breaking across her face. "So, you remember now?" she probed, her eyes searching his for confirmation.
He looked back at her, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes before settling into understanding. "Of course I remember," he responded confidently.
Julie let out a relieved sigh and kissed him again, her relief evident. “You didn’t yesterday.” She said, as she pulled back, Nick's expression turned quizzical. "I was awake yesterday?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "But we just came back," he added, trying to piece together the disjointed timeline.
Julie shook her head gently, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Nick, baby, you've been in here for three days," she explained softly, her voice filled with a mix of concern and patience.
Nick exhaled sharply, the reality of the situation settling in. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
Lindsey chimed in, her voice steady. "Indeed," she agreed, her gaze sympathetic.
Julie's curiosity then shifted to another matter. "What did the agent mean by 'congratulations'?" she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.
Nick smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Nothing," he replied casually, trying to brush off the question.
"Nick!" Julie pressed, her tone turning stern.
He sighed, then relented. "I told him to give you and Lindsey the money," he admitted, his voice low.
"Why?" Lindsey inquired, her surprise evident.
"I'm not in this for the money," Nick explained, his demeanor serious.
"Neither are we," Lindsey quickly added, her eyes meeting his.
Nick regarded her skeptically. "Really, you own a company that is built on making money from the bottom of the ocean," he pointed out, his tone gently accusatory.
Lindsey smirked, acknowledging the irony. "That's true, but I didn’t build it. Donovan did," she clarified, her distinction making clear her different approach to the business.
Julie then shifted the conversation to another concern. "What about you know who?" she asked, her voice lowering slightly.
Nick's gaze faltered, his mind clearly troubled. "I don’t know," he admitted, his uncertainty clear.
Understanding his discomfort, Julie and Lindsey each took one of his hands, helping him to get dressed and rise from the hospital bed with gentle care. Nick, now partially dressed and standing, looked at Julie with a hopeful expression. "Can I leave the hospital?" he asked, eager to return to some semblance of normalcy.
Julie shook her head regretfully. "Not until the doctor releases you," she informed him, her tone apologetic but firm.
Together, they waited for the doctor, their conversation meandering through lighter topics, trying to keep the mood uplifted as they navigated the complexities of their entwined futures.
About an hour after the arrival of Julie and Lindsey, the door to Nick’s hospital room swung open again. A man in a white coat entered, clipboard in hand. “Good afternoon, Mr. Marcus. How are we feeling today?” the doctor asked, his voice carrying a professional cheerfulness.
Nick offered a small, appreciative smile. “Better,” he responded, the simplicity of his reply belying the complexities of his recent experiences.
“Well, let’s see,” the doctor said, moving closer to examine him. He shone a small flashlight into Nick’s eyes, checking for any abnormal reactions, then tested his reflexes with a small rubber hammer. He placed his stethoscope against Nick’s chest, listening intently to his heart and lungs. “How is the head?” he inquired, looking up from his notes.
Nick’s smile broadened slightly. “It hurt when I woke up, but now it’s clearing up,” he reported, feeling relieved that the worst of his symptoms seemed to be fading.
The doctor nodded, making a few notes on his clipboard. “Besides the swelling around your eye, there seems to be nothing wrong. You might have a small concussion, so I advise you not to be alone for at least a day or so,” he cautioned.
“No problem, Doc. I’ll keep an eye on him,” Julie chimed in, her tone playful yet sincere.
Nick’s smile widened at her words. The doctor seemed satisfied with their arrangement. “Well, in that case, I am happy to say you are free to go,” he declared, extending his hand to Nick.
Nick shook his hand warmly. “Thank you, Doc,” he expressed his gratitude, genuinely relieved to be leaving the hospital.
After the doctor exited, Lindsey gave a mischievous grin. “Well, Julie is not the only one keeping an eye on you,” she remarked, her eyes sparkling with humor.
Julie rolled her eyes playfully, then both women took one of Nick’s hands, supporting him as they walked out of the hospital room together.
“So, I hear you won the case against your dad,” Nick said, breaking the silence as they navigated the hospital corridors.
Lindsey nodded, her expression a mix of relief and resolve. “Yes, besides, it’s not like he could run the company from prison,” she pointed out, a hint of bitterness in her tone.
“We are staying with Lindsey for a few days,” Julie interjected, her voice smooth and reassuring as they reached the hospital exit.
Nick nodded, grateful for their support. Julie and Lindsey helped him into Lindsey’s truck, with Julie hopping into the driver's seat and Lindsey sliding in beside him on the passenger side. Once they were all settled, Lindsey leaned over and kissed Nick gently. “We have lots to talk about. And the FBI brought the rest of the gold back last night. They sold a little under half of it,” she informed him, her voice low and intimate.
Nick nodded, processing the news. The implications of their recent adventures were still unfolding, and he felt a mix of excitement and apprehension about what lay ahead.
Julie started the truck, and they began their journey away from the hospital.
As they pulled into the garage of Lindsey's spacious home, Julie turned to Nick with a look of concern. "Your sword," she began, her voice trailing off as she searched his face for his reaction.
Nick nodded, his expression resigned. "I know, it's at the Smithsonian Museum now," he confirmed, his disappointment palpable.
"The agent told you?" Lindsey asked, her tone sharp with frustration.
Nick nodded again. "Apparently, it's illegal to own," he explained, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him.
Lindsey shook her head in disbelief. "Fuck," she muttered.
"My sentiment exactly," Nick agreed, his frustration mirrored in his terse reply.
Julie, ever the optimist, chimed in with a potential solution. "We could always ask Talise for another," she suggested lightly, trying to lighten the mood.
Nick looked at her, appreciating her attempt to help but realistic about their situation. "You know, if and when we go out again, I saw the news crews on the dock. What we found will be world-known now. A chest filled with gold, that kind of thing gets noticed. So when we go out, you can be damn sure someone will follow us," he explained, outlining the new reality they faced if they attempted another expedition.
Lindsey nodded solemnly. "So we cannot return to Atlantis?" Julie asked as they walked into the house, her voice tinged with disappointment.
Nick shook his head. "Not for a long time," he replied. "This has to blow over first," he added, suggesting that the media frenzy and legal scrutiny needed to diminish before they could even consider another voyage.
"Fuck," Julie said softly, her frustration echoing through the quiet entryway.
Nick nodded in agreement, then tried to find a silver lining. "Well, at least we have money," he pointed out, attempting to shift focus to the positive outcomes of their adventure.
Lindsey chuckled, picking up on his attempt to lighten the mood. "It was a good thing you threw the Atlantean gold overboard. How the hell would we have explained that?" Julie mused aloud, pondering the complications they avoided.
Nick nodded thoughtfully. "If and when we go back, I want the drones to collect it. We'll bring it down to Atlantis; they should have it back," he declared, already planning how to rectify the loss of the Atlantean artifacts.
Julie nodded in agreement, then he noticed something missing. "Where is my translator?" Nick suddenly asked, looking around as if he might spot it nearby.
Julie smiled and reached into her purse, pulling out the device. "The police wanted to take it, but I told them it was a promise bracelet we bought in California, one for each of us, specially made," she explained, her quick thinking having saved another piece of their Atlantean adventure.
Nick smiled as Julie slipped the bracelet over his hand and onto his wrist, feeling its familiar weight. She then leaned in and kissed him, sealing their shared commitment and resilience in the face of their challenges. They stood together in Lindsey's foyer, Lindsey not wanting to be left out kissed him too, and then she kissed Julie.
They lingered in a three-way embrace, the comfort of their closeness a balm to the tumult of recent events. Julie’s voice, soft and caring, broke the peaceful silence. “You need to rest,” she whispered to Nick, her concern evident in her gentle tone.
Taking his hand, she led him into the living room, where the remainder of their adventure lay partially exposed. On the coffee table, the chest from Atlantis sat, its contents, a little more than half full of the golden treasure they had salvaged. The sight of it stirred a mix of awe and a heavy sense of responsibility in Nick.
“Did you talk to your mother since we got back?” Nick inquired, his eyes still fixed on the ancient chest as they settled into the comfortable space.
Julie nodded, a hint of apprehension crossing her features. “I did. She is coming tomorrow; she wants to see you,” she relayed, watching his reaction closely.
“Am I in trouble?” Nick half-joked, an uneasy smile flickering across his lips.
Julie shook her head, her smile reassuring yet playful. “Not yet, but if we tell her the truth, maybe,” she teased back, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Nick chuckled, the sound echoing lightly in the spacious room. “We already agreed we cannot tell anyone, and I will not betray the trust the Atlanteans gave us,” he affirmed, his voice firm with conviction.
“You mean the trust Talise gave you,” Julie teased, nudging him playfully.
Nick smiled, recognizing the truth in her jest. “It’s the same thing,” he replied, his demeanor relaxed despite the gravity of their secrets.
Julie giggled, her laughter light and infectious. “Is it, though? It wasn’t all of Atlantis that gave you that kiss, it was her,” she pointed out, her voice filled with humor, yet underlined with a hint of curiosity about his feelings.
Nick’s smile broadened, appreciative of Julie’s ability to keep the mood light. He knew the complexities of their situation could easily overwhelm, but for now, he relished the comfort of their jests and the sanctuary of their shared space.
As they settled into the soft cushions of the couch, the weight of the world seemed a little lighter. The treasure in their midst was a reminder of their adventures and the secrets they now carried.
As Lindsey idly ran her fingers through the coins, the metallic clink of gold filled the air, sparking a discussion about their next steps. "What do we do with it?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the treasure that lay spread out before them.
Julie, ever resourceful, offered a suggestion with a mischievous grin. "We could go from pawnshop to pawnshop and sell them," she proposed, half in jest.
Lindsey frowned, considering the logistics and potential complications of such a plan. "That will work for one or two, then word gets out and the price will drop," she countered, her practicality grounding the conversation.
Nick, who had been quietly observing the exchange, grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the chest. With a purposeful expression, he went online, browsed for a moment, and then dialed a number he found. "Good afternoon, my name is Nick Marcus. I wish to speak with the owner of your hotel, please," he said into the phone, his tone business-like yet friendly.
Julie and Lindsey exchanged curious glances, wondering what Nick was orchestrating. "Yes, I can hold," Nick continued, pausing as he was put on hold.
"Who are you talking to?" Lindsey inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Nick flashed a grin, holding up a finger to signal them to wait just a moment. Soon, he was connected. "Good afternoon, am I speaking to the owner of the hotel?" he asked, his voice taking on an excited edge as the call progressed. "Excellent, my name is Nick Marcus, and I found something on the bottom of the sea in Florida," he explained, catching the interest of the person on the other end.
There was some animated talking on the other end of the line. "Yes, that’s right, I am that Nick Marcus," he confirmed, referencing his newfound fame. "Yes, after the FBI sold what they wanted, I still have over half left," he added, intriguing his listener further. "No, I do not wish to sell it, I was thinking of something else," Nick said, steering the conversation in a mysterious direction.
The voice on the other end grew more animated, and Nick nodded as he listened. "That was what I was hoping you'd say," he responded, clearly pleased with the reaction. More intense discussion followed. "Yes, and I want my name and the names of the other two who found it too added," he specified. "Yes, Julie Harding, and Lindsey Holst," he stated clearly, ensuring their involvement was recognized.
Julie and Lindsey exchanged looks of surprise and anticipation, trying to piece together Nick’s plan from his half of the conversation.
"Friday sounds good," Nick concluded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I am sure the girls would appreciate that," he agreed, wrapping up the arrangements. "Thank you, see you Friday," he said, then ended the call.
Julie and Lindsey looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to reveal the details of his plan. Julie’s patience waned, and she finally burst out, "Well?"
Nick’s smile broadened, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Friday we be in Vegas," he announced.
"Vegas?" both girls said in unison, their voices a mix of astonishment and excitement.
Nick nodded enthusiastically. "Vegas," he confirmed, his plan clearly more than just a simple road trip, it was an adventure that promised to add yet another thrilling chapter to their incredible journey.
“What are we doing in Vegas?” Julie asked, a playful twinkle in her eye as she added, “Do I need a ring?”
Nick chuckled at her jest. “If you want to marry me, I can get you a ring, but that wouldn’t be fair to Lindsey,” he replied, always mindful of maintaining balance in their unique relationship.
Julie smiled warmly and kissed him. “So thoughtful, but seriously, what are we doing in Vegas?” she pressed, eager to understand the full scope of their impromptu trip.
“We are lending the treasure to The Treasure Island Hotel. They will display it in their casino, and our names will be on a sign there, explaining that we found it and are generously lending it to the hotel,” Nick explained. “And in exchange, we have free room at the hotel as long as we want, for as long as they have the treasure in the casino, which the owner was thinking could be three to five years.”
Nick added with a grin, “Plus, I got full spa treatments for both of you.”
Lindsey and Julie both smiled, clearly pleased with the arrangements. “Fuck,” Julie exclaimed in a mix of surprise and delight.
Nick smiled and nodded, then pulled out three coins from the stash. Holding them up, he said, “These three will not go.” He placed them on the table. “I will have necklaces made for them, and we will each have one around our necks.”
Lindsey’s smile broadened. “Our own treasure necklaces,” she said, touched by the sentiment.
Nick leaned back in the sofa, and the girls snuggled into his arms, finding comfort in their shared closeness. “So if we have to drive there, we should leave Wednesday,” Lindsey suggested, thinking ahead to logistics.
Nick nodded in agreement. “They want us there before 2 PM on Friday. They will do the revealing at 5 PM. They’re going to start making posters and other promotional stuff right away,” he said, as he used his phone to send the picture of the gold treasure to the hotel management.
“What about the chest?” Julie asked, her concern evident. “It has Atlantean markings,” she pointed out, worried about how much they should reveal.
Nick reassured her, “I will tell them the same as I told the FBI agent. It was made by a friend, someone who knows my obsession with Atlantis. Both as a joke but also as a thoughtful gift,” he explained, ensuring they maintained their narrative.
Julie and Lindsey nodded, reassured by Nick’s careful handling of their extraordinary discovery. As they discussed their plans, the anticipation of their upcoming adventure to Vegas filled the room, blending excitement with the satisfaction of their remarkable journey together.
Julie rose from the sofa, her movements graceful and inviting. She reached out for Nick's hand, drawing him gently to his feet. “How about tonight we just relax?” she suggested with a soft smile, her voice imbued with warmth.
As she spoke, she and Lindsey each took one of Nick's hands, guiding him toward Lindsey’s bedroom. The atmosphere was charged with a palpable sense of intimacy and anticipation. Lindsey reached the door first, pushing it open to reveal the spacious interior dominated by a king-size bed. “I like comfort,” Lindsey remarked with a playful grin, “and I guess it will work out for us now, since there are three of us.”
Her smile widened as she stepped closer to Nick, her hands reaching up to his chest. With deliberate slowness, she began to pull his shirt over his head, her actions deliberate and seductive. “Tonight, you get to try two at once,” she whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his skin.
Julie mirrored Lindsey’s smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She moved closer to Nick, pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss. “You just lay back, and we will take care of everything,” she whispered, echoing Lindsey’s promise of a carefree night.
Then, in a moment that seemed both bold and intimate, Julie and Lindsey turned to face each other. They shared a deep, meaningful kiss, their bodies close, a display of affection and assurance for each other as much as for Nick. He watched, his anticipation heightening, his lips parting slightly as he took in the sight before him.
The energy in the room was electric, the boundaries of their relationships expanding and blending into something entirely new and exhilarating. As they drew him towards the bed, the world outside their shared space seemed to fade away, leaving only the promise of a night focused on mutual pleasure and deep connection.
Julie laid Nick down gently and carefully removed his pants, her hands running slowly over his muscular thighs, feeling the heat emanating from his hard dick, which stood tall and proud, pointing skyward like a lighthouse guiding them through the darkness. As she gazed down at him, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire well up inside her. Nick's eyes were closed, his breathing labored, and his face flushed with arousal. It was then that Lindsey stepped forward, her own clothes discarded on the floor around them. She pressed her soft, supple body against Nick's, her breasts flattened against his chest, and her hips grinding against his erection.
With a sultry voice, Lindsey whispered in his ear, "Just relax, let us take care of you." Her warm breath sent shivers down Nick's spine, making him even harder. He could feel the moisture between her legs, where her wetness was already coating his thigh. It was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but arch his back, pressing himself against her.
Meanwhile, Julie stood up and slowly removed the last vestiges of her clothing, revealing her perfect naked form to Nick. She took in his reaction, watching as his eyes traced the curves of her body, lingering on her breasts and then moving lower, following the trail of hair that led to her mound. Julie moved up his legs, her breath hot against his thigh as she leaned in closer.
Lindsey climbed over Nick, straddling his waist with her legs, her pussy inches from his dick. She kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling and dancing, she climbed up over him and as she lowered herself down, she used her hands guiding his head between her thighs. Nick stuck his tongue out, eagerly lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness. Lindsey bucked her hips against his face, moaning loudly as the sensations overwhelmed her.
As Lindsey rode Nick's mouth, Julie climbed up onto his legs, her breasts swaying freely above him. She kissed his chest, her lips lingering on his nipples, which were hard and erect beneath her touch. With a gentle push forward, she guided his erect cock toward her wetness, feeling the heat and the length of him as she positioned herself. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself down onto him, impaling herself on his thick length.
A long, shuddering breath escaped Nick's lips as he felt Julie's warmth envelop him. He thrust his hips upward, meeting her downward stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking: their heavy breathing, the slapping of their skin against each other, and the wet, sucking sounds as Nick's tongue lapped at Lindsey's folds.
Julie began to ride him harder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her moans filling the air. Nick reached up, cupping one breast in his hand, pinching her nipple roughly as she rode him. Lindsey, still straddling his face, moaned loudly, her hips undulating faster and faster, her juices coating his mouth and tongue.
As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of desire, Nick felt his orgasm building deep within him. He could feel the pressure building, the heat coursing through his veins. With a final, powerful thrust, he let go, emptying himself deep inside Julie's body. His hips bucked wildly as he released wave after wave of hot cum, each spurt coating the insides of her wet folds.
Julie arched her back, crying out as she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her. Her internal muscles gripped Nick's cock, milking him until the last drop had been released. As she collapsed forward onto his chest, panting heavily, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Lindsey, sensing that the moment had passed, gently disengaged herself from Nick's mouth. She straddled his hips behind Julie, her legs folded on either side of his thighs, she kissed Julie’s neck as Julie came down from her high, Julie bent forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "That was amazing," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Thank you."
Nick looked up at her, his eyes still glazed over from the intensity of their shared experience. "You're welcome," he managed to croak. "I hope you both enjoyed it as much as I did."
Julie, still lying on top of him, chuckled softly. "Oh, we definitely did," she assured him. "And I think we'll all be able to enjoy it again very soon."
“But, you need to take care of Lindsey too,” Julie said smiling. As the words left Julie's lips, a sense of excitement filled the air. She climbed off Nick's rock-hard frame and laid down on her back, spreading her long, lean legs invitingly. Her heart raced with anticipation as she watched Lindsey eagerly take her place between them. Lindsey's body was a symphony of desire, her breasts heaving with each labored breath, her hips moving in an erotic rhythm.
Nick, still catching his breath from their passionate lovemaking, couldn't help but marvel at the scene before him. Julie's long, silky hair fanned out around her head like a halo, her face flushed with arousal. And then there was Lindsey, her lips wrapped around Julie's swollen sex, her tongue darting in and out in a furious pace. The image was enough to make his cock twitch anew.
He knelt behind Lindsey, admiring the way her body arched towards Julie's as she licked and sucked. The thought of being inside her again, of feeling her tightness engulf him, made his blood boil. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his erection teasing her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he plunged deep inside her, feeling her walls grip him tightly.
As Nick began to pump his hips, the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room: the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the muffled moans and gasps of pleasure. Lindsey continued to pleasure Julie, her tongue lapping at her clit like a hungry animal, she tried to get all of Nick’s cum sucked out of Julie’s pussy, her free hand massaging Julie’s breasts. The erotic tableau before them was almost too much for Nick to bear.
The room seemed to spin as their passion reached a fever pitch. Sweat beaded on their brows, mingling with their shared juices. Julie's nails dug into Lindsey’s shoulders, urging her on, the sight driving Nick deeper inside Lindsey. And Lindsey, her head thrown back in ecstasy, seemed to be lost in the sensation of being used by both of them.
Time seemed to stand still as they moved together in an unbroken rhythm. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and desire, and the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room like a symphony. Their bodies ached, their muscles taut with pleasure, but they couldn't help but push themselves further, wanting more, wanting it all.
As their orgasms crashed over them in a wave of bliss, Nick filled Lindse’s pussy deeply with his jets of cum, Julie screaming her orgasm out as Lindsey flicked on her clit, and Lindsey’s pussy spasming on Nick’s dick, their limbs heavy and their minds reeling. Lindsey collapsed against Julie, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her bearings. Nick leaned over her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his own breath. For a moment, the only sound was the soft sigh of their post-coital bliss.
But even as they basked in the afterglow, the thought of it all happening again tomorrow and the day after, and the rest of days, sent a shiver of anticipation down their spines. For tonight, they had each other, and the love they shared for each other. And for that, they were eternally grateful.
Nick inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the day's events melting away as he settled down into the plush comfort of the king-size bed. To either side of him, Julie and Lindsey lay close, their bodies warm and inviting against his. The softness of their skin and the intimate proximity brought a sense of deep comfort that Nick hadn't realized he'd been missing.
He turned his head to share a tender kiss with Julie, then with Lindsey, each touch of their lips deepening the connection they shared. As he pulled back, a contented sigh escaped him. "Here I thought I was supposed to relax," he joked, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.
Julie and Lindsey both laughed, the sound light and musical in the quiet room. "And you are... now," Julie replied with a playful wink. Her hand gently caressed his arm, soothing any lingering tension.
Nick chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I am very relaxed now," he admitted, his voice low and serene. The room was warm, the soft lighting casting gentle shadows that danced quietly around them.
Lindsey leaned in to kiss him again, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "And you got to have two at once." Her voice was a soft murmur, filled with affection and a hint of playfulness.
Nick smiled at her words, feeling a surge of gratitude for the understanding and unity between them. There was no jealousy, no competition—only mutual respect and love. It was more than he had ever hoped for, and in this moment, he felt profoundly lucky.
The night deepened around them, the sounds of the city outside fading into a distant murmur. In the sanctuary of Lindsey's bedroom, time seemed to slow. The three of them lay together, talking softly, sharing stories and laughter until the conversation naturally dwindled. The emotional and physical closeness knit them closer with each passing moment.
As the hours passed, their eyelids grew heavy with the pull of sleep. The day’s excitement and the warmth of their entwined bodies conspired to draw them into a peaceful slumber. Slowly, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in a cocoon of shared affection and comfort. The complexities of their lives and the challenges they faced seemed less daunting from the safety of this shared space.
In this tranquil haven, with the gentle rhythm of their breathing syncing in quiet harmony, Nick felt a peace he hadn’t known in a long time. The night promised rest and renewal, a pause in the whirlwind of their adventurous lives. As sleep finally claimed him, Nick felt more than relaxed; he felt home.