Dear Reader: This concludes the "SPA" series. I hope you've enjoyed it. Your comment and votes are always welcome. The next series is in the works!
When they awoke the next morning, Will's need, of course took priority. Once he was feed and changed, the games began anew.
Ben eagerly accepted his enema. Though his ass hole was sore from the day before, Trish was delicate when she inserted the vibrating plug and slowly stirred the device into action. It gave Ben an instant erection.
While Trish was cleaning up after her colon cleanse, Ben decided he was going to change the rules from the day before. He didn't want to have to wait the entire day to have his orgasm. His youth, after all, gave him the ability to have many hard-ons a day and, therefore many orgasms. He looked over their toy selection. They still had a number of items yet to be used, but Ben settled for the anal beads and the vibrating egg. So when Trish emerged from the bathroom, he was ready.
The anal beads were seven quarter-sized balls connected two each other by a sturdy cord. At the end of the cord there was a plastic ring. With Trish on her hands and knees, Ben inserted each ball. He then placed the vibrating egg in her already dripping vagina. He was truly amazed how horny his bride had become.
With the egg vibrating in her and the plug vibrating in him, they got right to it. Ben went right to work on her weeping nipples, swallowing every drop that entered his mount and licking every drop from the other. A finger was alternating between entering he sex and stoking her hard clitoris. Trish arched and moaned with a number of orgasms, before, with halting words pleaded for him to enter her. Ben didn't remove the egg, instead he just plunged his hard cock inside of her.
The feeling was intense for both. Trish's two love holes were filled to capacity. The vibrations from the egg passed through her vaginal walls into her stuffed rectum and beyond. Milk squirted freely from her excited nipple and gasps and moans escaped her lips. Her hips rose and fell, matching her husbands thrusts.
The egg was rubbing against the sensitive head of Ben's cock. With each plunge he could feel the balls inside of Trish's colon. The vibrations from the egg along side his manhood and the vibrations being sent through his colon where intense. He was ready send his seed into her, but he wanted to wait, wait for her. Sensing she was close, he reached around and loop a finger into ring on the end of her beads and tugged. A ball slipped out of her sphincter and a load moan from her mouth. He did it again and this time it sent Trish over edge into her orgasmic abyss. Feeling her vagina contract around his cock, with one smooth motion her pulled the remaining balls from her anus. Trish's eyes rolled back into her head.
"OOOOOOOOOH" She cried. The scream increased with pitch until all of the air had escaped her lungs.
Ben drove himself deep into her and with a scream of his own, released his load into her. Each orgasmic spasm sent another burst of semen into her womanhood.
Quivering and spent, Trish lashed out with her hand to find the remote control to her egg. Her breasts had sprayed milk all over her, him and the bed. A large puddle of vaginal juices, lube and semen formed under her butt.
"That was the most intense cum I have ever had." She said, when she could finally speak.
"That's what you said last night." Ben added as he turned off the power to his anal invader.
"And I meant it then, too. Oh my God, Ben. I can't believe what is happening. This feeling... I don't know." Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. "I love you so much."
Ben had been as over-whelmed as Trish. He had gone nearly four months without sex to this. He stroked her hair. "I love you, too." He lay upon her and held her tight. Neither noticed that his cock had shriveled and had pulled out of her, releasing more fluids onto the bedspread. It would be the sound of their crying son that finally broke the moment.
The two lovers decided that their holes had been, plugged, screwed and pummeled enough for a while and had decided to give their puckers a rest for the rest of the day. They still remained naked and playful and when they weren't playing with each other, they doted over their son.
The day was clear, sunny and warmer than yesterday. They again went out onto the front lawn and basked in what was probably one of the last warm days of the year. They were sitting in the chaise lounges enjoying the feeling of the sun on their naked bodies. Will was napping in his carrier.
Trish grabbed Ben's arm and shook him out of his light doze. He looked over at her and saw that her brown eyes were as big as saucers and full of panic. When he followed her gaze out over the pond, he saw the source of her alarm. A canoe with a man in a woman had quietly slipped around the point and was now directly in front of them. There was no way they could get back to the cabin without being seen.
The people in the canoe spotted them at almost the same time. "Good afternoon," the man in the back of the canoe hailed.
Trish was mortified. She had not even considered bringing a blanket or towel to cover herself in such an event. Ben had assured her that there was nobody else about. It was too late, now. They had been seen. In defense, Trish folded an arm over her breasts and covered her naked crotch with her other hand.
Ben was irritated at the intrusion into their week of bliss. He knew that it would be difficult to ever get Trish to lay out naked again. It had taken all of his efforts to convince her that it was safe to go au natural in this wilderness. Being a man, we quickly assessed a possible threat, but found none. He saw his wife cover herself and unconsciously covered his own crotch.
"Howdy, he replied weakly." Hoping the interlopers would continue on by.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. We didn't know anyone was about."
"We didn't know anyone was around either." He replied. Trish gave him quick look like "why the hell are you talking?"
"We're heading over to the beach. The sun's shaded over by our cabin, we wanted to lay out and get some pictures."
Ben had noticed something about the couple in the canoe as they hovered twenty feet off shore. They seemed to be only wearing life vests. Since, Trish was staring into the ground, he doubted she noticed.
"Good day for it." Ben replied. He knew the minute they moved on, Trish was going to grab the baby and beat feet for the cabin. There was a good chance this incident was going to throw cold water on their plans for the last two days.
Just as the canoe began its forward progress, Will began to cry. Trish pulled him from the carrier. She used him to cover her breasts and a corner of his blanket to cover her crotch.
Will's cry didn't go unnoticed by the woman in the front of the boat. "Oh, a baby." She exclaimed. "Peter, get us to shore." She dug her paddle into the water and made way for shore.
Despite the fact that she was at least a little covered, Trish nearly panicked. Her eyes were pleading for Ben to "do something!"
It only took a couple of seconds for the canoe to make it to shore. The woman in front placed her paddle across the gunwales and tried to stand up, but she was sailing miserably. "Damn it, Peter come, help me."
When Peter jumped out of the back of the canoe, Ben's suspicion was immediately verified. Other than a life vest, knee high rubber boots and a smile, Peter was buck-naked. He helped the woman out of the canoe and she, too, save for a vest and hiking boots was naked. When she tore off her life vest, it was obvious that she was also very pregnant!
Ben watched the pregnant woman waddling up to where they sat. Peter was pulling the canoe up onto the shore and removing his own vest. Ben was amazed at how easily and unconcerned they were about his and Trish's nudity, as well as their own.
Trish was startled to say the least. She tucked the blanket into her tightly squeezed thighs and, defensively, pulled Will tighter to her chest. Will was frantically trying to get milk from his mother's nipple, but Trish was so tense, she couldn't release any.
The man and woman, Ben noted were about their age. She was taller than Trish, had flaming red hair, fair complexion and a completely shaved crotch. The doctors had shaved Trish when she gave birth, he remembered, and he had liked the look, but by the time he was able to "play" with that part of her, it had grown back in. Peter, Ben noted, was lean and fit and looked very funny walking toward them it his green rubber boots and swinging meat.
The woman approached Trish, who, seeing the woman's condition had relaxed a bit. "How sweet!" The woman exclaimed. "How old?"
"Two months." Trish stammered.
"Is he your first?" The woman was on her knees at Trish's side.
