Only a minute or two after cleaning up from our little threesome masturbation session, Jimmy walked in the door to find Lisa still in the bathroom and Molly and I watching TV, sitting against the headboard, each in our own bed. Aside from being naked, we were looking as innocent as could be.
As Jimmy put the bag of beverages down, he looked at the two of us laying there naked. "What, did you already start without me?"
"No," Molly answered as she got up off the bed and headed for a drink. "We needed the alcohol first." As she pulled a drink out of the shopping bag, she leaned in and gave Jimmy a great kiss. While not overly long, she was nearly fucking his mouth with her tongue.
"Ewww, gross!" Lisa mocked as she walked out of the bathroom. "I need a drink after seeing that."
Molly disengaged from Jimmy and handed Lisa the bottle she had in her hand before reaching for another one for herself. I was pretty sure that as Molly passed the bottle for Lisa in front of her, she made it deliberately dip in and rub against her hot little mound.
Each of the girls sat down on their own beds and Jimmy wasted no time stripping out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile in the middle of the room where they fell.
As he started to sit down next to her, Molly frowned and said, "Seriously? You are going to take your clothes off and just leave them lay there in the middle of the room?"
"I guess not," Jimmy answered as he got up to pick up his clothes.
"I think his clothes were the last thing on his mind," I chuckled, giving Molly a hard time.
We all chatted about nothing for a while and watched until the cook-off that the girls had been watching wrapped up. Molly again began flipping through the channels until Jimmy reached over and snatched the remote from her hand.
"Hey, I was flipping," she said a little indignantly.
"Yeah, but you got to pick the last show, now it's my turn."
Lisa and I just laughed, knowing we had had the same conversation at some other point in time.
As Jimmy slowly worked through the channels, Lisa rolled onto her side, with her hand and arm propping her head up to look over at Molly as they talked. The movement brought her body just close enough to mine that I could feel her breasts rub against my ribs. Lisa's nipples noticed too as the quickly became sharp little nubbins that worked hard to hold the rest of her tits away from my body.
Feigning interest in the bit of gossip Molly was sharing, I looked over at her lying there completely naked, her legs spread slightly allowing her pussy room to breathe. I could only imagine that it was an effort to keep it from overheating. While I stared at her fur covered mound, running from her lower tummy to where it ran down between her thighs, I was brought back to our time together in the bathroom, impaling her on my finger only to withdraw it and smear her juices around the head of my dick. I thought about pushing the image out of my mind in an effort to keep the blood from flooding into my shaft, but quickly decided not to worry about it. After all, who in this room hadn't seen it already?
As Jimmy flipped, he came across one of the premium channels that the hotel included and stopped to listen. It was that show that taped couples in the back of a taxi as they discussed intimate details and even occasionally demonstrated for the cameras conveniently placed in the cab. With a pause in our own conversations, we all listened for a minute or two.
"What I don't understand is how the driver manages to keep from running over the curb or into something else. They are always showing him looking back in his rearview mirror," I commented.
"It's probably just creative editing to make you think they are doing whatever while he is watching it all. Why would he need to watch anyway?" Molly argued. "He's getting it all on tape."
We all laughed and then fell quiet again as we listened to the intimate details of the couple's experience in partner swapping. I think we were all building that thin sheen of sweat that indicates arousal. A few more minutes of quietly listening and Lisa reached over to wrap her fingers lightly around my cock. She just continued to give it light, almost nonchalant strokes as she listened to the people on the TV talk about having sex with their friends. While I don't think she needed any, I ran my hand down her back and gave a small but firm push, as if to hug her with encouragement.
"Do people really do that?" Jimmy asked as girl on the screen reached over and pulled her partner's stiffening prick out of his pants. "I mean, do real people really do that?"
"Which activity are you referring to?" Molly asked. "Swapping? Fooling around in a taxi? Playing with his thing?"
"No!" Lisa sarcastically responded. "Real women never play with those things!"
Looking over to see her still stroking my thing, Jimmy and Molly laughed hard, Molly almost spitting out the drink she had just taken.
A little indignant about his question not being taken too seriously, Jimmy spoke up. "Well, I know women do that. I was talking about the other stuff."
"I'm sure they do," I answered. "And a whole lot more probably fantasize about it. Hell, I'd love to fuck around in the back seat while someone drove us around. But reality being what it is, prior to this weekend, I wouldn't have ever seen it happening, having someone else in the car and in sight of us. But now, I guess depending on who was driving, we would just need dark tinted windows to keep from earning an indecent exposure charge," I answered matter of fact.
