See "Into His Eyes" for context here.
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She continued to rock slowly back and forth while hugging him as tightly as ever, filling the afterglow with more physical sensation. A little bit later, he had grown soft enough that his dick popped out of her. Well, she'd had enough. For now, anyway.
She turned her head towards a sound from the deck. "Shit!" she hissed.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"It's seven already."
He followed her gaze to the window and saw two faces peering into the living room, one of which belonged to Janet.
If he had been embarrassed that morning, he was now ten times more so. Linda, by contrast, was nonplussed. She languidly reached for her robe and wrapped it around her, tying the belt with a practiced flourish. Meanwhile, he was fumbling with his own, clumsily trying to cover himself even though their visitors had moved around to the front door.
Fully composed, Linda met her guests at the door.
"I am so sorry," she told Janet, "We just lost track of time."
"I'll say!" Janet shot back. She then began to imitate the chuffing sounds that he thought only Linda made.
Well, if Linda could act so cool, he thought, so could he. Once he had his robe on, he tried to appear casual as he sauntered up to meet Janet and her lover. He was momentarily taken aback when he realized that Janet's companion was a woman.
'Oh well,' he told himself, 'it's a big world.'
Linda handled the introductions. 'Sam' it turned out, was short for 'Samantha.'
She opened a bottle of chardonnay and offered Sam and Janet each a glass. "You two make yourselves comfortable. We've gotta shower."
"Yeah," agreed Janet, "this place reeks of fucking."
Defying his attempts to appear a cool as Linda was, his face flushed deeply once more. Linda reached for his hand and tugged him in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.
"Don't worry about her," Linda reassured him. "Janet just likes to shock people, especially new people."
"But she was watching us, when we were ma. . ." He paused, deciding to use her preferred term for coitus. "When we were . . . fucking just now."
He followed her into the bathroom, watching as she slipped of her robe. Even still, he felt a stirring of arousal. Linda was that hot. She even made stepping out of a bathrobe look sexy. Maybe he just had sex on the brain after breaking a five-year drought.
"Oh, I'm sure she didn't see much and certainly nothing she hasn't seen before." Linda paused, wondering to herself if there was anything Janet hadn't seen and what that might be.
Showering together would have been more distracting if they hadn't just each had a nice orgasm bare minutes before. He still loved the feel of her soapy bottom as his hands caressed her beautiful buns and she enjoyed fondling his half-limp penis and washing his balls so very carefully. They kissed, of course, and for a little while almost forgot about their waiting dinner guests. Finally, when they both were squeaky clean, he said, "Hey, we gotta get dinner going."
The admonition spurred a flurry of activity as the dried one another and Linda fussed with her hair. Pulling her robe back on, she went in search of a fresh pair of jeans and a blouse. He tried to recall where he had a change of clothes besides in his bag. That was in the living room and he wasn't eager to go out there in only a robe, not with their guests there. Not that they hadn't seen him completely naked, burrier up to his pubes in Linda. Then he remembered the laundry and went to the laundry room to fetch his clean clothes.
The two emerged a few minutes later clean, fully clothed, and no longer reeking of arousal and its satisfaction.
"'s'bout time!" Janet chided, gesturing with the bottle of chardonnay, "We just started a second glass."
They headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal and Janet and Sam joined them. Wine and conversation flowed steadily through the meal and the clean-up afterwards. That taken care of, they repaired to the living room to take advantage of the more comfortable surroundings by the fire.
"Hey," said Janet, "What about that hot tub Linda?"
"Oh yeah. It should be plenty warm by now. Let me go check." She rose to do just that.
Janet looked at him and spoke, "You know that the hot-tubbing here is in the nude, right?"
He recalled Linda's preference and that regard and how silly he felt when he'd shown up in trunks. He looked at Janet and shrugged. In truth, he would like to see Janet naked -- Sam too, for that matter. True, he would probably like to see just about any woman naked now but these two were really quite pretty. Pretty and sexy.
"I'm bisexual," she informed him matter-of-factly. "And very anal too."
This struck him as unusual information to share casually with a near-stranger but any other possible import passed right over his head. For the moment, his thoughts were filled with Linda and her aggressive, delightful sexuality. His penis began to stir.
"Down boy!" he thought to himself.
"What?" asked Linda, returning from her reconnaissance.
"Oh, nothing," he assured her, looking discretely down to see if his crotch was betraying him.
"I was just explaining that I'm bi-sexual," Janet said. She looked back to him and continued, "but Sam's not. She's strictly a woman's woman. Aren't you Sammie."
Sam looked up and gave a small smile without any indication of self consciousness about being the subject of sexual speculation. "We understand one another Jan."
Linda stepped out of the room and returned a few moments later with four fresh, fluffy white robes. "Here," she said, tossing them onto the couch. "Put these on so you don't freeze on the way to the hot tub."
Janet and Sam headed to the bathroom to change. Linda chuckled as he headed for the laundry room to get out of his clothes. "It's not as though I haven't seen you naked, now is it?" She began to undo her blouse.
He considered her point and proceeded to strip in front of the fireplace, stepping into his robe when he was done. For her part, Linda had done the same and the sight of her taught, lithe form naked before the fire was undeniably arousing to him. She walked over and gave his dick a playful pat. "Oh, goody! There's more where that came from." She leaned to whisper in his ear, "You're quite the stud. I hope you're up for more fucking later." She kissed him below his ear and went to grab her robe.
They were each wrapped in white when Janet and Sam reappeared similarly attired.
Linda lead them to the hot tub.
The hot tub was located a short way up the slope behind the cabin, in its own enclosure. Even in summer, the night air at this elevation was quite cool and the enclosure kept the warmth in. This made for more pleasant soaking. The only light came from a small electric light in the ceiling above the doorway. It afforded sufficient visibility and a modicum of privacy too. The effect was rather appealing.
Once inside, Janet immediately slid her robe from her shoulders and stretched her arms above her head. This move showed of her fine form to best advantage. Her breasts were full but stood firm without support. Her nipples and areolae were smaller than Linda's and much paler, only a shade or two darker than the pale skin surrounding them. They were, however, nicely erect.
She turned as she stretched giving them all a good look at her firm, alluring bottom and her sparse, pale pubic hair. When she had her back squarely to him, she bent over and touched her toes. This move favored him with the sight of her pale pink asshole and the few golden hairs adorning it. She clenched her pelvic muscles so that her anus appeared to wink at him.
As quickly as this show had started, she wrapped it up and slowly eased herself into the steaming water. Her actions had had the intended effect, however, and he was now hesitant to disrobe and display his incipient erection to the three women.
Not to be upstaged, Linda put on an even more outrageous performance than Janet had. She completed hers with half-a-dozen jumping jacks before sliding into the tub across from Janet. Sam looked at him and her expression seemed to be saying, 'don't mind Janet. That's just how she is.' She slipped out of her robe without theatrics and stepped into the tub.
Sam was a little shorter than Janet and a tad broader in the beam, but deliciously so. Her slightly curvier figure was fully feminine and she moved with grace.
"It's too bad she's a lesbian," he thought to himself. "At least for the guys of this world. The lesbians must feel pretty lucky though."
He hesitated a few moments longer before noticing that the women were paying him no attention. They were engaged in conversation and didn't even give him a glance as his robe came off. He was just as glad since he was sporting a fairly clear semi by that time. What the hell, all three of them had seen it in use! That realization sent a small thrill through him and he grinned, just a little at the thought.
"You coming in?" Linda asked him. "The water's fine."
