Running my fingertips down her ribs and over her hips, I suddenly draw back and bring my hand hard across the left side of her ass, drawing out a small moan. I know that, despite the tight pair of "daisy-dukes" she has on, the imprint of my hand will be a vivid red mark on her for a good long time.
"Hi, sexy," I purr in her ear, "Did you miss us while we were gone?" My husband, our lover, has come up from behind pressing me into her, making me press her into the counter. The hot steam from the dishwater she was running flushes her skin a bright rosy pink. The heat swirls around us all, warming already heated blood. I press back against him allowing her just enough room to turn in our arms. Despite being the oldest of the three of us, she fits well under my shoulder, as I fit well beneath the shoulder of the youngest and tallest of us, my husband.
Pressing her again against the counter, I feel my husband nibbling lightly on the side of my neck. Melding my mouth over hers, I pull her hips flush with my own and grind against them both. Drawing a gasp of surprise and pleasure from my husband, as well as a groan of desire from my girlfriend, I feel him pressed snuggly against my lower back and hips. Smiling to myself, I disentangle and leave my husband to greet our lover in his own way.
I can tell that our Baby Girl had gotten bored in our absence, she had once again cleaned the house from top to bottom in the two days we had been away to visit family. It amazes me that, after spending her day cleaning at work she would come home and clean here as well, whether it really needs it when we leave or not. It makes me smile to know that we entertain her enough during the week to distract her from her OCD, at least for the most part.
Taking our bag into our room, I see that Baby Girl has finally got her room, since my family just moved out. It is still in need of a lot of items-like a bed and dresser-but she has the mattress and cushions from our old fold-out couch laid out on the floor and a rope strung between two hooks in the ceiling to hang some of the clothing I've purchased her. Going to my dresser, I slip out of my dress and panties, in favor of my favorite t-shirt and nothing else. The t-shirt is baggy and falls just low enough to cover my pussy and ass, if I don't bend over that is.
Bending, I begin taking clothing from our luggage and putting it away where it belongs, laundry in the basket, clean clothing in the dresser. Coming to my husband and my bathing suits, I remove them from the plastic bag and start walking them to the bathroom to hang dry. As I pass my husband's chair in the living room he wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me into his lap, wet bathing suits and all.
Tangling his hand in my hair, he kisses me with an ardor that hasn't diminished in the three years we have been together. Running his hand up my bare thigh, he splays his fingers out over my inner thigh and squeezes lightly just below the juncture of my lower body. Sliding his middle finger lightly between the pink lips of my cunt, he finds my clit and rubs it lightly as he kisses me. Smiling as we break the kiss, I press my forehead against his and give him a peck on the tip of the nose.
"Love you, too, my little horn dog." I giggle, as I stand and start again to the bathroom with the bathing suits. Hanging the top of my bikini over the shower rod, I think again about just how little these scraps of fabric cover. It was the closest fit I could find for my D-cup breasts, and I still fell out almost every time I dove into the pool or the lake. The bottoms didn't cover too much more, despite being a small skirt design.
