Over the next couple of weeks, I would buy weed, and we would smoke it, have amazing sex, and go on with our week.

I planned a surprise vacation getaway for us at a nice hotel and spa. I also got her a few “gifts” for the trip.

I told her about the trip, and she was beyond excited to just get away and relax.

The night before we left, I told her that I had a surprise for her. I handed her a bag. She opened it up, grinned from ear to ear, and then hugged me over and over.

She pulled out a brand-new pipe of her own, a bong, and a decent-sized bag of weed.

I told her that those gifts were to ensure she had the best and most relaxing vacation she possibly could.

We arrived at the hotel, settled in, and relaxed for evening number one.

The next day, I took her shopping and bought her some sexy lingerie and swimsuits for the rest of the week. We had lunch and planned on going to the spa and hot tub area that evening.

As we were getting ready that evening, she came out of the bathroom wearing her new two-piece bathing suit. My mouth dropped open as she walked by, grinning at me.

She grabbed her new pipe and headed to the balcony. I watched her take a couple of hits, thinking just how sexy she looked.

I walked up and asked her if she wanted to try her new bong. She excitedly nodded her head.

“You’ll have to tell me what to do, though,” she said with glazed eyes and an already-stoned smile.

I set her up. She held the bong, and I told her to put her mouth over the top. I lit the bong and told her to breathe in. After a second, I pulled the carb out, and she inhaled a lungful of smoke.

I told her to hold it, then exhale.

She was feeling beyond faded at this point and absolutely loved her new bong.

We walked down to the spa area and found an empty hot tub. We climbed in and started to relax. I could tell she was fully high and in heaven by this point, so I started rubbing her thigh under the water. She began moaning slightly and squirming around.

She asked if I had brought her pipe down because she wanted a hit.

I turned around looking for her pipe and noticed a guy in another hot tub watching us. He nodded to me, and I nodded back before turning around with her pipe.

She hit her pipe and exhaled a decent amount of smoke, then leaned back and relaxed.

I looked back at one point and noticed that the guy was gone, which kind of disappointed me. I enjoyed knowing someone was watching my sexy wife.

About twenty minutes later, I looked up and saw the guy from the other hot tub walking toward us with a few beers in his hands. He asked if we would mind if he joined us and said he had brought us each a drink.

I asked my wife, and she looked him up and down through glazed eyes before saying, “Of course!”

He sat down near her, handed us each a beer, and started some small talk with us.

My wife was never much of a drinker either. I could barely ever get her to even take a sip of wine, but she took the beer from him and took a huge swig, which gave me an immediate hard-on.

She then took another hit from her pipe and offered it to him. He accepted, took a hit, and handed it back to her.

We continued talking, and she kept giggling at his stories, leaning into him, and playfully pushing him whenever he said something funny.

Eventually, he leaned in a little and said, “Your husband is incredibly lucky.”

As he said it, he laid his hand on her thigh.

She giggled a little. “Oh, stop.”

I started rubbing her thigh again and said, “He’s right. I am incredibly lucky.”

I leaned in and kissed her, moving my hand a little closer to her. She leaned her head back and moaned louder this time. I asked her if it felt good, and she said yes while rubbing her breasts.

I slid my hand over and started rubbing her as she arched her back and moaned louder. As I continued, I asked her if she wanted some help up top while I continued touching her.

She looked over at him and said, “Yes.”

I nodded to the guy, and he started touching her breasts.

She moaned again. He leaned in closer to her and put his lips on hers.

She leaned closer and started kissing him intensely.

I asked her if she wanted to take it to our room, and she nodded.

We all three went up to our room and walked inside. She went straight to the balcony and took a couple of hits from her new bong. Then she walked back into the room with her top off and a huge smile on her face.

The other guy and I were both stroking ourselves over our shorts as she walked in and headed toward the bed.

She lay down, stretched, and then ran her hands down her body. With each hand, she pointed at one of us and motioned for us to come to her.

I walked up to her, pulled her bottoms off, and slowly rubbed her before getting down between her legs. She arched her back as the other guy started kissing and touching her.

As I continued, the other guy stood up and pulled his shorts down, revealing his erection. Her eyes got wide, and she gasped before she began touching him.

While she was focused on him, I pulled my shorts down and continued with her.

She was moaning as I continued, and eventually she climaxed several times.

I was incredibly turned on by watching her with another man, and it didn’t take long before I climaxed as well.

I pulled away, and she looked at him. “Your turn.”

He moved toward her as she prepared herself for him. As he began, her eyes rolled back, and she gasped even harder than before.

He continued, and I started kissing her. She began moaning louder and louder.

As I watched the two of them together, I lit a joint and walked over to her. She looked up at me smiling, her eyes rolling back every few seconds as the other man continued.

I held the joint to her lips, and she took a long drag. As soon as she took the hit, he changed positions, and she began moaning even louder before finally exhaling the smoke.

I don’t know how many times she climaxed, but eventually she was completely overwhelmed, trembling with pleasure.

He finally finished, and she collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. She had been so loud that I was afraid someone would hear her.

After he pulled away, I handed her the joint, and they both lay there for a minute without moving.

Eventually, she got up and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out still naked and pulled a dab pen from her purse.

“Where did you get that?” I asked her.

She smiled at me through heavy, stoned eyes.

“You’re not the only one with connections now.”

Then she lay back down between us, puffing away.