And now . . . . . .
This story follows on from "And then . . . . ", which features the first meeting of a highly sexual couple who live 5000 miles apart. Their respective partners are aware of the attraction, and have encouraged them to meet.
The second chapter "And next" followed on from their first time together in Tucson, Arizona, and the shower afterwards to clean up, when Tom took great pleasure from Karly's full yet tight ass, and gave her pleasure aplenty in return before both fell deeply asleep.
Chapter three "And so" detailed how Karly performed a superb blow job on Tom, then after a wonderful day together Tom was finally introduced to Karly's husband Stuart.
And now . . .
As the three of us unlinked arms to enter the house, I must admit to feeling a mixture of contentment at Stu's easy acceptance of me, juxtaposed with wondering what exactly would happen between us all now. My expectation was that the two of you would make polite small talk for as short a time as possible then, quite rightly and understandably, get yourselves off to bed to make up for time spent apart.
As it turned out, this was quite a naive thought on my part; I guess I still hadn't quite got to grips with your shared outlook on life, and loving, even though I believed I had understood it when you explained it to me so long ago.
The first I realised what was , in fact, going to happen was when you turned to Stu and asked,
"Shower first or straight into the hot-tub hon?"
"I'll grab a quick shower first," Stu answered you, "but you and Tom can jump in the tub and I'll join you in a few minutes."
I must have looked little lost and/or surprised, because you took me by the hand and giggled,
"Tom, silly man - did you think we'd leave you all alone tonight? No baby," you wrapped your arms tightly around me, "you don't get away that easily!"
Stuart landed a quick but loving kiss on your lips before disappearing through to the main bathroom for his shower. Meanwhile you released me from your hug - not before kissing me softly on my lips - taking my hand again and leading me through to the patio area where the hot-tub sat bubbling away under its cover. I had seen this in a couple of your photo sets some years ago, one set in particular which had showcased your superbly firm tits covered in tiny beads of water, rock-hard deep-pink nipples silhouetted beautifully against the bright desert sun; but, I digress.
You leaned over and deftly removed the cover from the tub, flicking a switch on the side of the frame to activate the jets inside. Turning to me you quickly and easily removed my shirt, then, crossing your arms across your front in that way only women seem to manage with any grace at all, removed your t-shirt in one flowing motion that revealed your round, quivering breasts to my horny gaze once again, an immediate response forming inside my closely-fitting shorts.
Kneeling at my feet, your dextrous fingers unfastened my shorts at the waist, drawing shorts and underwear together down the length of my legs and encouraging me to step out of the puddled cloth to stand naked in front of you on the warm tiling of the patio. I was rewarded by a soft kiss to the tip of my manhood, already beginning to grow in size in response to the sexy show in front of me, a show that was enhanced a hundred-fold as you eased your denim skirt over your generous, sexy hips, revealing your well-trimmed pussy to my gaze. You then treated me to the sight of the perfect globes of your buttocks as you turned and bent over to check the water temperature of the tub, the cheeks parting slightly as you moved to reveal the merest hint of your dark rosebud.
And now . . .
Standing up to face me you noticed that my cock was now standing straight out from my groin and a wide smile appeared on your lips as you reached out towards me, curling your fingers under my shaft and gripping it lightly to pull me towards the side of the tub. Kissing me softly on my mouth, you lithely lifted your left leg into the warm tub and using your grip on my shaft and touch of my mouth as balance aids, quickly brought your right leg inside the tub too. You obviously decided that such sexy distractions might be detrimental to my balance, as you gave one last, firm press of your lips on mine and released my cock from your grasp, backing away to sit on the bench fixed to the edge of the tub.
For my part, I stood and watched your luscious tits bobbing in the swirling water caused by the underwater jets, the bright, flowery colours of your shoulder tattoo glistening wonderfully in the lapping water, leading me to think that an extension that wound over the upper slope of your right breast would look amazing, or even to wind down underneath the full part of the mound, to merge between the valley of your breasts . . . I had to leave this wonderful image in my mind when I heard Stuart returning to us from his shower. I moved to get in the tub before he arrived, oddly reluctant to have my turgid pole on show quite so soon after meeting him, and settled onto the bench across from you to (a) allow your husband to sit beside you and (b) to maintain the lovely view of your breasts!
As it happened Stu didn't seem to be at all bothered about his own erection, wagging proudly from side to side as he strode down the passageway towards the hot-tub area where we waited for him. His already smiling features broadened further when he caught sight of your floating boobs, his rampant cock seeming to harden even more as he watched them moving softly in the water, stiff, dark pink nipples showing and disappearing every few seconds, a wanton smile on your lips as you smiled at him - then turned to me and offered the same, lustful grin to me, too.
As Stuart climbed in to the tub, I couldn't help but compare his cock to my own; for some reason and despite having been in threesome situations before, it was important to me that we weren't too dissimilar size-wise. Without looking too closely right then, Stu's manhood was very similar in size to my own, which somehow was quite reassuring to me. It seemed to be slightly longer perhaps, but also a little thinner in north - in other words, I had nothing at all to feel negative about. It felt odd to think like that in truth, as I hadn't had any issues about my size since the first time I ever had sex, which happened to be with a girl several years older than me and with many previous lovers; she had expressed her contentment with my size even then, and taught me a lot about the art of making love for which I was forever grateful.