Valley View Hot Springs

Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction. While the setting is real, the people and events are not. Everyone is of legal age or older (18+) and all sex is consensual.

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When I returned to the room, my wife, Elizabeth, was just waking. Her Rubenesque figure laying on her side on the upper bunk, her upper leg pulled forward to hide her light brown pubic hair, while her full, round breasts sit relaxed beneath an arm. The other arm under her pillow to help support her head. Her long red hair flowing over the pillow and shoulders. My wife grinned at me from the top bunk as I walked it. "Did you enjoy the sauna?"

"Yes, very much." I was about to tell her what happened when I noticed other stuff piled about the room. "Oh, do we have company?"

At check-in, we were the only couple in the room, but since our arrival, another couple and two singles (they may have been a couple, but were sleeping in one of the single bunk beds) checked in. There were no other people in the room, just their stuff. Since my wife was occupying the top bunk, another couple took the bottom bunk, and the bunk bed at the back of the room was occupied with stuff for two more people. There was still another bunk bed available, but not occupied while we were there.

"Yes. Another couple arrived just after I got back and was climbing into bed. They are about our age and happy taking the bottom bunk. By-the-way, it could be interesting tonight, because after they stripped down, I think the woman thought I was already asleep. She showed the man a very lacy teddy with a whispered comment, 'For later.' They both laughed and then left.

"I'd just fallen asleep when the younger couple came in. They saw me sleeping, and the stuff on the bottom bunk, so they decided to take the singles by the back wall."

"I'm sorry. It must not have been very restful. Do you need more time to sleep?"

"No, I'm good. Although, I should tell you, the younger couple, in their mid-twenties, obvious thought I was asleep. They whispered as they put their stuff on their beds and undressed. You're going to like the woman. She's not over-weight, but definitely has curves, with full round breasts. Her blonde hair is fairly long, but she had it braided down her back. They're both hippy in appearance, as she has a full bush between her legs and doesn't shave under her arms."

"And the young man?"

"He is pretty tall, maybe 6'2" or 6'3" and really slender, to the point his lower ribs are visible. He has long-ish hair; it hangs to his shoulders. It was too dark to tell what color it is. After they stripped, but before they left, he wrapped her arms around her. They went all the way around her waist to where he could practically touch his own hips. She squirmed trying to laugh quietly, but he was obviously tickling her.

"When he released her, she stepped back and I got a good look at his cock, long and skinny, straight as an arrow surrounded with lots of long dark hair. The woman laughed then said, 'I don't think you're supposed to walk around like that.' To which he replied, 'So, do something about it.'

"She looked over at me. I was still pretending to sleep. 'We can't,' she said, 'We'll wake her up.'

"'Not if we are quiet.' And he stepped forward and slid a hand in between her legs to finger her pussy.

"She pushed away, but not so hard to break contact. I could hear his finger moving; she was just as horny as he was. Anyway, to cut the story short, he ended up bending her over as she supported herself on the bottom bunk. It didn't last that long. With them in the shadows and facing away from me I didn't see much. But listening to his hips slap up against her ass, as she tried to muffle her moans into a pillow, was quite enjoyable."

Her story was giving me an erection. "I'm surprised you didn't masturbate, or did you?"

"Oh, I wanted to, but I thought it might make them uncomfortable thinking they had either woken me up or having sex in front of someone they didn't know."

"It might have turned them on."

"Maybe, but I'd rather broch the topic before just surprising someone with 'Hello, don't mind me. I'm just going to finger myself while you fuck. Been here the whole time and by-the-way, I love watching you two have sex.'"

"And after they left?"

"Yes, I rolled over onto my stomach, and brought myself to a nice orgasm. But you know me, that never really quenches my thirst. Although I did go back to sleep."

"I thought I could smell you, but given the story of the young couple, it's hard to say what I'm smelling."

I told my wife of my adventure in the sauna, and we got up to make dinner. The cabin two story had a small communal kitchen which served three communal rooms, two upstairs--of which we were in one--and the one downstairs. The kitchen has most everything you would need in terms of basic cookware, but the isle down the center of the kitchen is narrow.

Cooking Dinner

Soon after we started cooking dinner, the older couple in our room returned. They were in their late forties and both in good shape. He looks like he goes to the gym at least three times a week, not a body builder, but fairly defined in his appearance. His short, slightly curly, dark-brown hair framed his angular face well. She was slender and looks like she does yoga. Maybe not an instructor, but her lean muscles accentuated her firm breasts. Her medium blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail falling to just between her shoulder blades. Like my wife and I, both sporting pubic hair. The man's cock was 4 to 5 inches limp and hung comfortably over his balls.

The other couple stepped into the kitchen and asked, "Mine if we join you?"

My wife was standing at the stove preparing the skillet for some chicken breasts, while I was the sink cleaning potatoes and carrots. "Sure," my wife replied trying to step closer to the stove to allow room to pass. "We can make this work. My name's Elizabeth and this is my husband, Carter"

The woman slid by first, rubbing ass to ass with my wife, "Hello, my name's Debbie and this is my husband, Mark."

Mark raised his hand and smiled, shyly.

As Debbie got to the refrigerator, just opposite the sink, she said, "Excuse me, Carter, but I'm going to need in here to get some things."

"No worries," I reached up, shut off the water, dropped the carrot I was holding, and stepped back into the corner so she could open the refrigerator door. The door opened into the kitchen creating a barrier, effectively putting Debbie and I on one side, her husband and my wife on the other.

Debbie looked inside and bent over to grab some things. Instinctively, I looked at the cute, round ass and her firm breasts as they pointed down, highlighted by the light in the refrigerator. She called to her husband, "Honey, can you take these?"

Mark looked over at Debbie, then at my wife, most specially at my wife's full, round ass, which didn't provide much space for Mark to get by. He stepped forward, then hesitated. My wife noticed this and again, tried to step closer to the stove. "It's ok," she smiled at him, "These are close quarters, but we're sleeping in the same room."

Accepting the inevitable, Mark stepped up toward my wife, put his hands on her hips and, facing her, stepped behind her.

"Honey, here!" Debbie called out, waving her arm more frantic.

It was hardly perceptible, but I swear my wife wiggled her butt ever so slightly as Mark passed. When he stepped out the other side, his relaxed cock was a bit less relaxed.

Debbie handed Mark an arm load of things, then closed the door. Waving her hands at her husband, "Ok, back out to the dining room so we can cut and prep everything." Mark turned with his arms full over food items and looked back toward my wife. He was facing away from me, but I could tell his hesitation.

"Go on," his wife encourage him. "You said you were hungry, and dinner isn't going to make itself."

Mark stepped back up to my wife, "Sorry about this."

My wife turned to him and smiled, "No worries, Mark."

As Mark stepped behind my wife, the arm load of food forced his hips forward. Although I couldn't see, as Debbie was somewhat standing in the way. I could tell she was looking at how their hips were joined. "Wait," Debbie exclaimed just as Mark's cock nestled between my wife's buns. "I forgot..."

Mark stood there, arms full of food, his cock buried between my wife's ass cheeks. She turned to me and smiled. Debbie opened the refrigerator again. My wife, taking advantage of the situation, slowly rotated her hips against Mark's groin. Mark inhaled, lifted up his arms full of food to try and give himself more space, but there was nowhere to go.

Debbie stood up and turned to her husband and my wife in front of the stove. "Honey, do we want..." she paused, then said, "No" and bent back down to put something back away. She stood up again and reached over to Mark. "Here, we will need this." As she put something more in Mark's arms, she reached out with her free hand and caressed my wife's back which was now rotating a bit faster. "Now, don't go anywhere." With that Debbie returned to the refrigerator.

The more my wife moved her hips the more I was enjoying the view. My own cock grew, pointing more forward than down, as I was sure Mark's was doing.

Debbie grabbed the edge of the refrigerator door and looked over at me, down toward my growing cock, then up at my eyes. "Just a few more items, honey." She winked and smiled. As she bent over, her hand reached out and gave my erection a soft tug, then she continued rummaging around in the refrigerator. There wasn't that much food in there, so she was obviously stalling.

My wife moved the skillet off the gas burner, to keep the oil from getting too hot, placed one hand on each side of the stove, and pushed back harder with her hips. The rotating motion was more of an up/down rather than side to side. Although mostly motionless, Mark's hips were bucking forward ever so slightly in time with my wife's motion.

Viewing all this made my cock fully erect. I said, "Debbie, while you're at it, can you get the butter and salad dress off the top shelf for me?"

Debbie turned to look at my erection and snickered. "Yeah, sure." She grabbed the salad dressed and butter and handed them too me, all the while still bent over at the refrigerator. She grabbed one more bottle, then stood up, leaving the door open, "You might try this." She waved an unmarked bottle at me.

I put the butter and dressing on the counter, then reached for the bottle. She said, "Hold out your hands?"

"Ok," and I cupped my hands.

She looked at my hands, then at the refrigerator door, opened her own palm, and poured in a small dollop of dark, fragrant oil in to her own hand. "This is (whispering) cannabis oil. It's not only a great lubricant, but will make your hands soft, too." She then applied the oil to my very hard cock.

But she didn't linger. Once her hand left, I moved my hand to my cock and continued rubbing the oil along the shaft.

She another a small dab of oil onto her fingers, then reached down to her light brown bush. First, she rubbed the oil onto her hair, giving it a lovely glisten, then she slid a finger between her pussy lips to attack her clit. Stroking my cock, I was inches away from a woman I'd just met playing with herself. I wasn't sure how long I would last before cumming all over her.

Debbie must have realized I was getting close. She took in a deep breath, pulled her hand out of her cunt, and with a sigh, returned to the refrigerator to put the oil back. "Ok, honey, I just about got everything. Are you done?" She stood wiggling her ass at me with her arms folded over the refrigerator door watching her husband half in agony, half in bliss.

I took the opportunity to rub my cock in the direction of her ass, letting the head slide up and down her ass crack. She responded by gyrating slightly. My cock head pushed down between her ass cheeks to where I was aiming at her asshole. I rotated my cock a bit then pushed it further down. She rose on her toes and arched her back, rotating her ass up. My hips moved forward sliding my cock further between her legs. I swear I could feel her wet pussy licking at the tip of my cock. Trying to decide how far I was going to take this, I pulled up on my cock along her ass and out popped the head from between her cheeks. Repeating the process, I slowly slid my cock down along her crack. I'm glad I wasn't high, or I would have just slid it in right there and started pounding away. It was nice playing, but not actually going any further.

Mark looked over at his wife, helpless. His ass was firmly pressed against the counter, while my wife's gyrating hips were pressed against his groin. I didn't think he'd penetrated her yet, but it was obviously close. While his face said he wanted out, his hips were moving in time with my wife, which told me his cock wasn't ready to go yet.

Watching her husband's dilemma, Debbie wiggled her ass, with a hard, oiled cock sliding between her cheeks waiting for an invitation. Before lack of judgement got the better of me, Debbie called out, "Great! Head out to the dining room."

To close the door, Debbie needed to straighten up and step back. She timed it perfectly. Just as my cock was on the low side, she pushed against it, forcing it to slide down between her legs. Her ass pushed against my hips. I could feel her wet pussy rub against my head as she quickly rotated her hips up and down to accentuate the sensation. Then she closed the door, as Mark maneuvered himself out from behind my wife. My wife stood up giving Debbie more room to slide by. Debbie reached out with a hand and placed it on my wife's ass as she approached. Then, before sliding behind my wife, face forward, she slid her hand around front and down between my wife's legs, certainly far enough to slip a finger across her clit. Pulling it back up, she stuck a finger in her mouth, then said, "We'll get out of your way so you can cook and..." with her free hand tapped my wife's shoulder. As my wife's head turned, Debbie pointed at me stroking my cock, "finish up here."

In the distance, I could see Mark seated at a table profile to me. His cock was definitely hard, and a good seven inches. Seated, his cock thrust forward with a hook, so the tip was waving in the air. Precum was oozing out the top, dribbling down the seam, with the top of his head noticeably shiny. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it twitched several time. He was probably so close to cumming, if Debbie had reached down and tugged, he would have sprayed the underside of the table.

My wife turned toward me, then spoke using just her lips, "Save some for later," then returned the skillet to the burner. I gave my cock a couple more strokes to enjoy the sensation, then continued to peeling carrots and potatoes.

We finish up cooking just about the time Mark and Debbie are ready to start eating. They ate a nice large salad while my wife and I enjoyed a more traditional mid-western meal--meat and potatoes. We share a table and chat. We discuss our jobs and hobbies. Nothing about the conversation was sexual, nor would anyone listening even be aware all four of us were naked.

Afterwards, I stood up to clean up the dishes. Talking to my wife, so half explaining to the other couple, "You cooked; I'll do the dishes."

Debbie stood up, "Well, since we both cooked, I guess I'll take dishes duty tonight. You can cook me breakfast in the morning."

Although I knew she was talking to her husband, I thought I'd chime in, "Sure, I can do that, as long as you're ok with French Toast."

"Oooh, that would be lovely," Debbie replied. "I haven't had French Toast in ages."

Doing the Dishes

When we got to the kitchen, she said, "Do you want to wash or dry?"

"I'm OK doing either, but I guess if I had my choice, I'll wash."

"Great!" Debbie smiled, dumped the dishes by the sink, and started rummaging for a dish towel.

I got the sudsy water going and started washing the glasses and plates. While my hands were in the water, Debbie slid up beside me and reached down to squeeze my cock. "By-the-way," she said quietly, "You have a lovely cock." Feeling I was soft, "Were you able to finish things off before dinner?"

My cock was responding quickly to her touch, "No." I shifted my hips a little to give Debbie better access.

"Good!" With that she abandoned my cock to dry the dishes.

My wife was seated opposite Mark with her back toward the kitchen. I couldn't hear what they were saying, and they were too far apart to touch each other, save maybe their knees. But whatever the conversation was about, Mark's cock was responding. It was standing at half-mast between his legs, the upward bend of his cock just beginning.

I nudged Debbie and nodded toward the dining room. Debbie looked over and said, "Oh, good, glad to see they're getting along. Mark is pretty shy, but it's obviously he likes your wife. Normally, he's not comfortable enough with other women to allow himself to get hard. It's nice to see him warming up to her." She looked down at her breasts. They were nice, but not as large or round as my wife's breasts. "Maybe he's enjoying the view. He doesn't complain about my breasts, but I suspect he wishes they were fuller."

"I think they're lovely."

"My breasts or your wife's?"

"Both," I said with a chuckle.

"I'm pleased he's willing to get hard in front of another woman. Normally, if he even starts to get chubby, he's out the door, and hiding in his room. Although, I know it's his fantasy to watch other's having sex. But he's so shy, we've never had the opportunity."

"So, you aren't swingers?"

"No, not sure if he'd ever take it that far, sorry to disappoint you."

"Not at all. Neither are we. Still, I enjoyed the little play we had behind the refrigerator door earlier."

"Mmmm, that was nice."

Looking back over at Mark and my wife, his cock was now fully erect, begging for attention. Mark's hands were on the table, but he fidgeted with them as if contemplating dropping a hand down to play. He wasn't bold enough. "Maybe your husband thinks she can't tell he's hard."

"Hmmm," Debbie looked over. "You're probably right, but I know she knows. Women can tell. Mark probably thinks because his cock is under the table no one can tell. He doesn't realize what a great view we have."

We continued to watch them as we did dishes. My wife's sat with one arm resting on the table, the other in her lap. She wasn't masturbating with wild gestures, but the motion of her elbow made it clear what she was doing. The conversation was getting to her too. Whenever Debbie had a free moment, she would reach down and tug on my cock.

At one point I mentioned, "Do you want to get some oil? It might help things along."

"Oh, I think things are coming along just fine. Besides, I don't want to get oil on the clean dishes."

She did a great job keeping me stiff, even without the visual motivation of my wife and Mark chatting in the dining room. I even started slowing down, hoping to extend the experience of her soft hands on my dick. Debbie noticed. While she continued to occasionally stroke me, she was adept at never letting me get over the edge.

By the time we finished with the dishes, both Mark and I were fully erect. Debbie hung the towel to dry on my cock, "I'll let you put that away." She stepped into the dining room. Debbie leaned over to kiss her husband then said, "Come on, honey. Let's go soak some more." She grabbed his hand and pulled.

Mark hesitated for moment, but Debbie was insistent. When Mark stood up, Debbie reached over and grabbed his hooked cock to lead him out. As they walked away, she turned to my wife, "Don't know what you said, but that's for getting the engine started. We're headed to the top spring in case you wanted to join us."