Steve's phone goes off with his wife's text tone.
"Dammit. She knows I'm driving," he mutters.
He squirms around in his seat anyway to fish it out of his back pocket.
He reads, "At the studio"
Acknowledging with a "thumbs-up", he sets the phone down on the console, shaking his head at the unnecessary communication interrupting his drive.
His meeting Cyan at their art studio was the plan in the first place, so it seems odd she would underscore that. Before leaving his appointment he had texted the meeting had run over and he was going to be later than planned, with a 45-minute drive ahead. Did circumstances change en route?
Making the turn from Poplar to 4th, he's surprised to see three vehicles on the parking pad: Cyan's SUV, an unfamiliar SUV, and a pickup truck that seemed
sort of
familiar. But no telling on the truck, there was nothing especially distinctive about it other than it wasn't the typical contractor white. Cyan's car he expected, of course, but Steve is wracking his brain trying to remember if he forgot a contractor discussion for the new house they're planning.
After putting the van away in the barn, Steve retrieves his phone and quickly thumbs to the calendar. Nope. Nothing on today's schedule other than the meeting he just returned from. He closes the big roll-up door and steps out of the side door toward the studio.
He hears the hot tub blower on the other side of the fenced area. Cyan must be in the tub, or about to be. But with guests? Now he's really puzzled, or, rather, intrigued.
A year ago Steve and Cyan decided they still needed "a getaway." At the time, they were licking their wounds over a resort situation gone sour. They had paid the campground owners to build a cabin-in-the-woods four years earlier, but management reneged on their side of the contract by insufficiently cleaning the cottage after renters. This particular season there were three consecutive episodes necessitating Steve and Cyan's top-to-bottom cleaning and sanitizing, taking up their entire week "of rest." The last straw was discovering feces on the walls and fixtures in the bathroom. Ugh. The whole cabin ordeal was an expensive lesson.
The new getaway was to be little more than an outdoor private space with a hot tub and maybe a small fire pit. The first plan was for the backyard of their current house, but after the fencing contractor quoted $25,000 to replace the fence with something shielding the area from neighbors' spying, they decided to maybe do something at their studio property, where the full acre and no neighbors afforded some isolation from the
hoi palloi
. Steve sketched a courtyard plan, and after throwing money at
it
, they have their vestigial space to kick back and relax.
"Cy? You there?" Steve shouts over the fence.
No answer. The hot tub pumps do make it a little difficult to hear voices from outside the fenced area.
Steve fumbles with his keys, and unlocks the front door to the main area of the studio. The room is empty, although he can't help but notice clothes strewn on the sofa. Men's clothes.
He chuckles to himself, having suspected something to this effect when he noticed the tub noise. Sort of a surprise, but not the conclusion one would immediately jump to. You see, the resort with the cabin was a nudist enclave, an adults-only campground that allowed if not encouraged sexual activity among and between guests: Steve and Cyan are swingers. Cy is evidently exercising her independence in that context.
Steve glances through the window into the courtyard and sees three heads above the rim of the hot tub: Cyan, their young building contractor Cory, and an unfamiliar middle-aged gentleman. They appear engaged in lively chatter and both men seem to be making goo-goo eyes at Cyan, so given the painfully obvious that all are nude and anticipating sex, he steps to the back of the studio to undress and hang his clothing in the area set aside for it. He grabs his lounging robe and makes his way to the door leading to the outdoor lounge area to greet his wife and her gentlemen friends.
He took too long. Cyan is now standing in the middle of the tub, bent over while Cory has taken her from behind, and she's sucking on the stranger's cock in a classic spitroast.
"Honey! I'm home!" Steve laughs in announcing himself to Cyan and the men. Both guys withdraw in panic and splash water out of the tub in their sitting down quickly to hide their erections.
Cyan leans over the rim to tender a kiss to Steve. "Hi, sweetie! You know Cory, and this is Ron."
"Uh, Cyan," Ron complains. "I didn't know we'd have an audience. Cory?"
Cory seems to be uneasy, "Sorry. Cy told me there was a risk. Hi, Steve." He reaches for a handshake, but remains seated.
"Hi, Cory," Steve accepts the greeting. "Pleasure, Ron," also making the friendly gesture to the other guest.
"Sweetheart?" Steve addresses Cyan. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
She sighs, "You had your head somewhere else when you left this morning, and I didn't want to spring it on you in a text while you were driving."
Ron is totally taken aback. "Is there a problem? Do I need to leave? Cory?" Ron rises to grab a towel and step out of the water.
Steve notices Ron's endowment and chuckles to himself. "Hey, Cy. I certainly don't blame you."
Ron's penis is thick and long, with quite a pronounced ridge on the mushroom head.
Cyan laughs.
"Guys? Relax. Ron? Sit down and stop showing-off. She can do anybody she wants any time she wants. So can I. We normally coordinate, so that's the only surprise here. Either of you want a beer?"
Cyan is appreciative of Steve's offer to the men. "Thank you, Stevie. You guys okay?" Cyan asks.
Now visibly relaxed, Cory responds, "I am. And sure, Steve! Sounds good."
Ron is still tense and wondering what the hell is going on. His hard starts to droop.
"Cy? When did you invite Cory? Maybe that's a little of a surprise to me, too."
"Last time he was here. He asked about the pineapple. I thought I told you."
There's a concrete sculpture in the courtyard, a representation of an upside-down pineapple, the understood symbol of an actively swinging couple.
"Oh, yeah. You did. As you explained it, the look on his face was 'Hmm... Interested?' and you extended an invitation."
"That's about right!"
Steve inquires, "Ah. Cor? Does your wife know? Not that I'm going to tell 'er or anything. I just don't want trouble between you two getting in the way of the work here. And you invited Ron?"
"Complicated," Cory responds.
"Shoot."
"She knows that housewives coming on to me is part of the job. 'As long as it's just sex,' she says."
"And Ron?"
"We were showering at the gym and what he was packin' blew me away."
"Yeah," Ron halfway moans. "He asked me if I fucked around 'with that
thing
,' he said, and told me he had a beautiful client I would like."
Steve strokes his chin in thought, "So you were already in the lifestyle."
"Sort of. Normally just among women. I get referrals."
"Must be nice. No partner?"
Ron laughs, "Like I need one? A guy's gotta rest once in a while."
"Touché!" Steve laughs. "I can guess you've had husband trouble, which explains your nervousness with me."
Ron visibly relaxes. "You know the drill, evidently. No pun, by the way."
Steve laughs at that. "Beer?"
"Please!"
"Be right back! As you were."
Everybody laughs.
Steve returns with the beverages and sets them down in the cupholders nearest the men. They have returned to their "activities" and swapped ends on Cyan; she is sucking Cory now. Her eyes get real big as Ron thrusts into her. Steve is amused.
"Hey, Cor," Steve breaks in. "So Melinda is okay with your messin' around. She up to anything?"
"She is, but we don't talk about it."
"You should. Being blunt here, you have any thoughts about playing as a couple? I'll be even blunter -- I think she's cute."
Letting go of Cory, Cyan chuckles, "No surprise there!"
"Like I said, we mess around on our own, but never talk about it."
"Want Cy to bring it up next time Mel's here with you? She can invite her in for a dip, and you and I can make ourselves scarce with the project. Would that work?"
"Coming from Cyan might be best."
"Sounds like a plan. You okay with the idea of my fucking 'er?"
"Doesn't bother me, honestly. Hell, Steve, your wife is sucking me, and as soon as Ron is done with 'er I'll be fucking 'er
again
."
"
OHGAWD!
" Ron exclaims, and grunts quite loudly with each hard thrust into Cyan.
"Already?" Steve chuckles. "And in the tub? Really?"
Ron is trying to catch his breath. "Sorry. I'm not used to being around couples talking openly about sex. It's usually just me and
her...
whoever
her
is."
Now
that
gets the laughter it deserves.
=====
Steve welcomes Cory and Melinda into the studio. "Please come on in!"
Mel smirks. "Still not sure about this, Steve. But Cor says you guys are really cool."
"Thanks! Have a seat anywhere. Wine? Beer? Chocolate milk?"
"Now he didn't say you were funny!" she chuckles. "Beer. Whatever ya' got."
