Matt and Janet were friends I introduced in the previous story "Magic Brownies". We shared an off and on threesome for several years during the 1970's.
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Before the days of fiberglass spas, hot tubs were real wooden tubs, Oversized barrels made of redwood or cedar, handcrafted to be watertight and deep. I wasn't surprised when Matt told me that Janet had bought him one for his birthday and had it installed in their back yard last week.
The invitation to try it out brought an immediate acceptance from me and I agreed to meet at their place Saturday evening.
When I arrived, Janet met me at the door wearing a dark kimono/robe. Even in this Asian outfit she was every bit a southern belle. Her lilting accent dripped with sensuality, and true to the southern tradition she had the hospitality thing down. She offered me a soda and ushered me into the living room to wait for Matt. He had gone to the store for dinner and snacks.
As we chatted she brought me up to date on the latest goings on in her life and quizzed me about mine. With Janet the topic of sex was never very distant and soon she was asking about my love life.
I told her I had not had much luck finding anyone significant but made up for it in a number of casual relationships. She cajoled me to get details of the latest sexual encounter. Janet loved the idea of men having sex. For her it was as good as lesbian porn is for many straight men, so she delighted in details of my sex life, as well as watching me have sex with her husband.
I was describing a really hot guy I had met at the bar one night when I noticed Janet starting to squirm a bit. As I detailed the events of our first encounter, it was obvious Janet was getting turned on.
"So did he have a big cock?" She asked, with eagerness in her voice.
"Well, it was good sized, but his butt was his most wonderful asset." I grimaced at the unintentional pun.
"God, I love guys with nice round butts" Janet pulled her feet up under her on the couch and leaned forwar
"He had a butt that wouldn't quit. Firm, round and bitable." I smiled, "And his asshole was so talented, He wanted me to fist him so bad, he practically sucked my hand into him."
Janet got a confused look on her face. " Fist? I'm afraid that's a new one on me."
I realized I had opened Pandora's box now. Fisting was pretty out of the mainstream back then and only a few guys were into it. In the leather community it was not that rare, and since I was a burgeoning leatherman I had learned the basics of fisting as part of my sexual repitoir. Now I was going to have to explain this edgy practice to Janet!
"Where to begin?" I mused, "You sure you want to know about this?"
"Don't worry about me, hon." Janet drawled, " I'm a big girl."
Blushing a little I continued, " First of all, they guy has to be really clean, I am talking squeaky clean asshole."
"Couple of enemas?" She asked.
I nodded, "so once the guy is really cleaned out, you start by putting a few handfuls of Crisco in his ass."
"Slippery!" She grinned.
" Has to be." I replied. "And I make sure my fingernails are trimmed to the nub. Don't want any snags."
Janet looked at me with a genuine curiosity, and more than a little lust. " I guess you are playing with his ass the whole time?"
"Yes, continuously, it's a really erotic, sensual experience if it's done right. So once his ass is nice and lubed up, I coat my hand with more Crisco and start fingering him."