I stood back and looked at it, our freshly painted eighteenth century brick hotel. The late evening June sun lit up our freshly painted black wrought iron upstairs porch that looked over the quiet street. Tall trees stood between the railroad tracks and the gently flowing blue river. The road stopped just to the right and the street was quiet and still. An owl hooted her first call and I looked up and watched as Susie stepped out on the balcony. Her long dark hair curled over her bare shoulders. My wife was always beautiful. Every day I blessed the powers that be that this woman lived with me. She is lofty and graceful. Everything about her is graceful, her hands, her voice. But tonight, she was something else standing on the balcony of our Riverview Hotel. I am taller than she is with curly hair with a little grey and a full beard. My wife likes my beard, she says she likes the soft feel of my hair against her cheek, down her breasts and along her legs.
My graceful wife Susie was dressed like, well, like a nineteen century woman of allure. Where her black curls ended against her white shoulders, a black corset pushed up her well-endowed breasts, just barely covering her dark brown nipples. Her black lacey petticoat showed a glimpse of white thigh above the black stockings. She sat down on the wrought iron balcony chair and smiled down at me. With half closed eyes, she spread her legs, showing white thighs. It was very hot and I immediately felt a twinge in my pants. Smiling, I gestured to her and she smiled back down at me and slowly spread her legs wider showing lacy black panties.
I gestured again with my one hand and adjusted my pants over my growing cock with the other and watched as she glanced up and down the street. It was quiet, and she smiled, stood up and lifted her skirt, slowly slipping her panties down over the stockings. She kicked them off her black high heels and then, boldly, she turned around, bent over showing me her white bottom and the patch of curly black hair between. In one quick move she picked them up, faced me and tossed the panties down to me. Leaning on the upstairs railing, she showed me a little more of her delicious cleavage. As I was enjoying the view, the door opened and John stepped out.
"Hey buddy." He said to me.
"Hey yourself." Susie added.
John turned his head towards my wife and was lost for words for a few minutes. With his eyebrows raised he took in her beauty. He stepped next to her and ran his hand down over her bottom and then up the inside of her dress. A smile moved across his face as he discovered her panty less bottom.
"Hey buddy." I intoned, lifting up the panties she had tossed me.
He turned to Susie and pulled her close leaning down and kissing her slowly. His hands holding her tight and then moving down over her breasts, popping them out of her dress and turning her around showing them to me.
The twinge in my pants had hardened and I was beginning to feel a little exposed myself so I adjusted myself just as Ellie stepped out onto the porch to join the couple.
She took in Susie's lack of dress, the panties in my hand and the hard on in my pants.
"I'm afraid I'm missing the party." She sweetly drawled. Ellie is John's petite round wife. She is like a succulent peach waiting to be tasted, with reddish auburn hair that softly curls just around her ears. She has curves everywhere, soft curves that beg to be touched. Her light skin showed off a lacey off white corset and off- white stockings. It was offset by a brilliant green necklace which caught the last rays of the sun before it dipped over the mountain on the other side of the river. I smiled up at John standing between two beautiful, scantily dressed women, both ready for a night of love. I was trying to think of something clever to say as Ellie slipped her arm around John and my wife smiled teasingly at me and put her arm around John. John looked like he was contemplating the next move when we all heard the sound of a car.
It pulled up right by me and out jumped Nellie, dressed like a woman of the old west, all buckskin boots, jacket, shorter skirt than would have worked on a horse. I was looking at the back of her legs wondering what was under the skirt and she was gazing up at the three on the porch, laughing. The women smiled widely and waved back at her.
John said, loud enough for us to hear. "Nellie, you are way over dressed."
"I hear you John, but I am packing pistols and I know how to use them. I think you are the one overdressed up there. Ladies if that man doesn't lose his pants, there's gonna be some shootin out here." I knew Nellie liked John. Susie had told me that the women enjoyed John's ass. I know they enjoyed his large cock too. John was not that tall, average height with soft brown hair. I watched as his wife and mine relieved John of his pants. He was looking right at Nellie with a kind of concentrated look as Ned walked around the car. He looked up and saw the ladies on the balcony and whistled. His arm went around Nellie. He was as tall as she was small. He was broad and muscled and she was boyishly slim.
Nellie unholstered her gun and held it up for the porch trio to see. "Lift up that skirt, Susie. "
Susie obliged. She sat down and slowly spread her legs, showing us her dark black bush.
And so I said playfully, "Nellie, the balcony show is better than yours."
John grinned and opened up the last buttons on his shirt. His hard cock bobbed out. Then he took my wife and turned her around undoing the petticoat and letting it drop to the floor.
The upstairs porch suddenly caught the setting sun, through the trees bathing the semi naked trio in variegated shadows and golden light. Susie was dressed in her corset, black stockings and nothing else. Her breasts spilled out, the nipples so erect Ned could see them from the sidewalk. John turned to Ellie and unclipped the petticoat. Ned, having locked up his car joined us looking up at the balcony. He whistled and adjusted his pants. Susie noticed the gesture and smiled down at him. He smiled up at her.
Nellie yelled up. "Whose gonna take care of John?"
Ellie smiled and dropped to her knees and gave us a show of slowly licking John's cock.
Susie, looking down at us, yelled, "Whose gonna take care of me?" She smiled at us as she slipped her fingers between her legs. Nellie waved to Susie, stepped back to their car, reached in and lifted up a package which she tossed to Susie.
