Going on a Run Was All I Needed

I did need a shower. My whole body felt sticky. As I waddled over I was immediately struck by the its design. This was not your typical outdoor shower. Built along the side wall of this gorgeous house and covered by a free floating roof, this 'wet area' looked more like it should be part of a spa in a luxury resort than the normal, usually crude place to wash off lake water or sand. Ours was nice, but this was on a different level.

It was huge, probably around 15 feet wide. Flanked by two solid tiled walls without any doors. In the middle sat a five foot wooden bench to allow people to sit while showering. Something I always loved - we have a little one in our shower. It comes in very handy after a grueling workout; kind of like the one I just had.

I heard in the distance the chatter of the four men who, just a few minutes ago, covered me with cum. Inside and out. It was dripping from my eyebrows, my nose, my chin. I felt it slide down my chest and my abdomen. It was oozing out my ass and coding my thighs. I was a complete mess but oddly proud. And completely satisfied, happy even. A good shower definitely would help me gather my thoughts and process what I just experienced.

"Wait until I tell Marcella about our new neighbors," was the last thing I said to Paul before walking into the showers. I couldn't wait for my wife to hear what just unfolded because I knew how much that would turn her on.

But right now I had more pressing matters to tend to. As much as I liked being drenched with jizz, I had to wash it off.

There were four - four! - sunflower shower heads. Two on either sidewalls and two right over the bench. There were a vertical set of jets dead center mounted on the back wall and two handheld shower heads in either corner.

There were shelves full of shampoos, soaps, gels and all kinds of other products. Since I needed to get rid of all this sticky stuff, I chose the jets. As soon as I turned the knob, a continuous spray of warm water hit me from head to toes. Twirling around like a ballerina I enjoyed the soothing water hosing me down like I was in a car wash.

I turned the jets off and used some gel to sudd up my entire body. Eyes closed I even shampooed my head. God, did I love showering.

Just replaying what just happened made my dick come back to life. The more I thought of Paul and his three beautiful friends. All these amazing cocks, the tight, hard bodies. I knew this truly mind altering moment would never leave my memory. I couldn't wait to share all of it with Marcella. How fucking lucky was I!

The soap was everywhere and I definitely needed to get under the water, which stupidly I had just turned off. As best as I could, I wiped the soap from my eyes so I could open them and look for the nozzle.

I guess all the prior activities made me loose most basic logic.

Kind of understandable, though.

Anyway, the water finally came down on me like a southern rainstorm. In no time all the soap washed away. Again and again, images flashed in my eyes of Jay's shaved cock spurting cum on me. I started to get hard again. Is this going to happen now all the time? Have I inadvertently just unlocked a beast inside? One that would appear at any given time? My head was still scrambled but I also became horny as shit, already, again.

"Fuck me!" I said to myself.

"It's nice, isn't it?"

I almost jumped out of my skin. I didn't hear anybody come in. I looked to my left and saw Mike eyeing me down while he turned on the shower near me.

God, his perfect body. His dangling dick.

"Yes, this is by far the nicest outdoor shower I have ever been in," I sort of stammered.

Mike looked at me laughing and said, "I didn't mean the showers, Goofy!"

He stepped closer to me and leaned in and explained, "Earlier, you said to yourself 'Fuck me'!"

"Oh." I must have looked like an art major trying to solve a math problem.

Seeing my confusion, he was laughing harder now and lightly punched my shoulder.

"Oh my god, I get it now," I said cracking up and palming my face. "Yes! Holy shit! It was way more than nice! I can't believe all these years I missed out. As you can see, I am still trying to let my brain catch up.

"You called me a slut," I accused him by poking teasingly in his ribs.

"Well? I mean you're showering off cum that was left everywhere," he responded and waved a pointing hand up and down my body.

"Shut up," I said playfully pushing him back.

We were practically hitting each other by now as we were laughing more and more. I was splashing water in his face.

He just repeated again and again, "Slut. Boy-slut. Cum-slut."

I'm sure we looked like silly 18-year-olds roughhousing in the showers. It was goofy as hell. At one point I turned around to avoid another spray hitting my face. Instead he slapped my ass.

"You have such a sexy ass," he growled and slapped me again. I yelped but I was still laughing and in a totally silly mood. Horny, but silly.

Mind you, the two shower heads were still blasting perfect rain on both of us.

Silly as I felt, I went over to the bench, kneeled on it, perched my ass high, looked back at him and slapped my left cheek saying, "slap my ass and call me Sally!"

That made Mike laugh even harder. It was all just cheeky, adolescent behavior, but we both just loved it. Something I probably needed after all.

We must have made quite a scene because all of a sudden Jay appeared chuckling, "What is all the ruckus?"

I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him staring straight at my ass-up-high backside.

"Oops!" Is all I could say but Mike and I could barely calm our laughter.

"He is so much fun, Jay. Just look at this little slut!" Mike said and slapped my butt again.

"Hey!" I protested, although in my current position I hardly could make a case.

Jay walked over and padded my butthole with a couple of fingers and commented, "Just like me, a willing cum-slut!"

I moaned at his sensual touch and wiggled my ass a bit.

"I bet your wife would have loved to see how well you took cock. Do you think she would have been as cock hungry as you were?" Jay seductively asked while leaning over me.

"Most definitely," I responded feeling my dick jump.

His fingers never left my crack. Ever so sensually he slid them over my taint and smooth ballsack. Once he reached my shaft, he squeezed me.

"So smooth, all shaved. And so hard! Did you ever fuck a guy? Mike? Do you think slutty Mark here would flip over and let me sit on his big, hard cock? You know how much I would love that."

Mike stepped up to the bench after he turned off the showers. His hard cock right at eye level. So close, so enticing. He said, "I sure would like to watch that. I don't know Jay. Mark? Would you want to see Jay's cock slap your stomach while he is bouncing up and down on your cock?"

I let out a whimpering moan. As if on autopilot, I slithered around and ended on my back - Again. My knees were bent down and my feet planted on the tile floor.

Both Mike and Jay stepped over me facing each other. All I could see was Mike's underside. Jay's hand grabbed Mike pulsing hard-on and I saw them make out while standing above me.

Jay slowly sank down as he aligned my cock to his hole. Mike stood over me watching the scene while helping Jay steady himself. With one continuous motion, he sat down and I was for the first time deep in a man's ass.

Oh.my.fucking.god!

"Fuck! You feel amazing, Mark. Mike, his curved dick hits me perrrffectlyyy." Jay breathed out.

As Mike backed off behind my head, he slowly massaged his steel pipe. This gave me a glorious view of Jay's entire body. He held himself steady by leaning back and clasping my knees. He was slowly undulating his pelvis sending jolts of pleasure all over my buried glands. His six pack flexed with every move. His hard cock flapping my belly.

We were making all sorts of animalistic sounds. As I started to thrust up, Jay began to seriously bounce in a perfect sexual rhythm.

"Aahhh, fuck," I purred. Mike came to my side and was furiously jacking his tool while watching Jay and I fuck in the most delirious cowgirl bull ride.

I took hold of that bouncing, leaking cock and stroke Jay in sync with our thrusts. It was raw, powerful and most definitely slutty as fuck.

"I can't hold it any longer", Jay wined. And with a few more powerful bounces, he screamed, "Aahh, fuuuuck".

I felt his cock thicken and pulse in my hand, his ass contract and with one final downward move that sent me deeper in him, he started shooting streams of cum over my torso. The first one must have landed behind my head. All this was too much: His ass muscles squeezing me, his spurting dick, the perfect sculpted body, quivering.

I let go of Jay's still dripping cock splashing cum everywhere. I succumbed. With every pulse of my powerful orgasm, I lifted my hips jackhammering into Jay practically lifting him up. As I was cumming, I wanted to yell or scream but my whole body was locked in space. "

Nngghh", was all I could express.

Just then, Mike, in his own pleasuring scene, screeched, "Fuuuk" and came all over my face. I opened my mouth and tasted his seed once again. I licked my lips and brought my hand, which was dripping from Jay's powerful eruptions, to my mouth and sucked it clean.

For a moment, we were quietly enjoying the view while recuperating from yet another carnal experience.

"Well, that was unexpected," Mike said to nobody. He moved under the shower and turned the water back on.

"I don't know about you two, but I will have to go back to my wife and admit to her that I am apparently a slut now. Thanks", I commented and sat up on my elbows.

I look at Jay and my eyes dragged me down over his pecks, abdomen to his flaccid yet very attractive dick. Although I felt my own erection deflating, I know I was still in his ass. I peaked back up at Jay's blue eyes and saw a gratifying smile forming.

"Damn!" He exclaimed and started to lift himself up and off of me. I watched my dick come out with a little of my cum following and flop down between my legs.

He joined Mike under the shower and I straightened myself upright followed him. A second shower was started and in silence we all let the water fall over us.

This time, after I again cleaning up, I grabbed a towel and dried myself slowly walking out to the sunny patio.

I found Paul and Carlo lounging in the sun half asleep. Paul gestured over to the cooler and offered me a beer. I finished drying, folded up the towel, cracked a beer and sat next to them on a chair.

"Did you have fun, Mark?" Carlo asked while just barely opening one eye to look at me.

"Mhmmm!" I emphasized showing just how exhausted I really was.

"Do you need to go? I mean I'm sure you can stay as long as you want," Carlo inquired. I think he saw in my face that I needed a bit of alone time.

Paul sat up, looked at me, grabbed his phone and asked, "What is your phone number. I'll text you mine in return. Let's get together properly soon. Maybe you and your wife would like to have dinner with us sometime."

A big grin grew on my face while I gave him my number and my enthusiastic approval of his offer.

I stood up, thanked him and Carlo profusely before Paul, with a chuckle in his voice observed, "Before you go, though, you probably should put on these skimpy shorts of yours. I don't want the neighbors calling me about a streaker in the hood."

As I walked over to the hot tub, I grabbed the shorts and put them on.

When I came back, Jay was half spooning next to Paul obviously feeling as spent as I.

I made my goodbyes with hugs and kisses, thanking them all again for everything. I promised not to be a stranger (how could I) and looked for Mike to say goodbye to him too. He was just walking over towards us, had a big smile on his face, held up my t-shirt and my jockstrap teasing, "Don't forget these," and wiggled them in the air.

Embarrassed I snatched them, gave him a big hug and said in his ear, "You can have my ass next time, I promise".

As I walked through the house and back out the front door, I heard him yell after me, "A promise is a promise."

In the meantime the mid-afternoon sun had started to throw some serious heat. A leisurely, sweaty jog would definitely be a cleansing end to a rather eventful run.

After about 30 minutes, I finally turned into our driveway and slowed to a walk to cool down. Oddly, I saw our car parked alongside the house. Marcella must have come home early. Normally, when she met up with her best friend, Kristina, she would come back super late or would let me know that she would be sleeping over.

I take my AirPods out and immediately hear a very animated conversation between Marcella and the shrieking Kristina.

As I came around the corner to the back porch, I see both ladies topless sunbathing in their tiny undies. What a sight!

They both still looked stunning. Their physical activities, good genes for sure and love for life well spent helped their bodies stay smoking hot.

Marcella's light olive skin was flawless and her long hair hang over one shoulder. Her belly was tight and her perky breasts were just so very sexy. Her long legs hang to either side of the chaise-long giving me the perfect view of her panty covered pubic area.

Damn!

Kristina, next to her, was the kind of blondes you see often in Sweden. Curvey, voluptuous tits and super tanned, but normally fair skinned. I so wished I could tan like her. One knee was bent and lightly spread while the other was stretched out.

"Honey! You're back! You look all sweaty and sexy," Marcella cheered.

"Hi my love, you're back early but I see the fun isn't over," I said leaning over to give her a quick peck on the mouth.

"Hi Kristina, so good to see you! You both look stunning suntanning here," I gave Kristina an even faster kiss on her cheek before stepping back to see them both.

"Nothing you haven't seen before," Kristina started while wiggling her tits at me. "Look at you, Marky, these shorts are tight and so short. I can practically see your fat schlong."

Marcella elbowed her friend but agreed, "Honey, what if you get an erection? You'll be thrown in jail," she cackled.

"Oh, come on!" I threw my bunched up, sweaty t-shirt at her.

She picked it up with two pinched fingers. Immediately I realized, it still had my jockstrap in it. Shit! Fuck! It fell on her belly.

"Euw! Wait! What do we have here, Marky Mark?" Kristina reached over and picked up the jockstrap like it was... well, a stinky, sweaty jockstrap.

I was mortified. I grew red in my face and put both hands in front of my eyes, knowing I was busted.

"My love!" Marcella in a theatrical gesture of shock, said, "Look at me! When exactly did your jockstrap fall off?"

I quickly grabbed the t-shirt, the incriminating item and quipped, "Long story, I gotta go get a shower," and headed towards the entry.

They were both laughing and already making up their own naughty stories. Of course the wine they were sipping gave them plenty of ideas.

Me, on the other hand, was kicking myself for outing myself so stupidly.

After a quick rinse, I put on my Calvin's under a pair of (I guess) respectable shorts and a loose tank top. I grabbed another bottle of white and a glass for myself before going back outside.

They were still making up all kinds of lewd scenarios of how I got out of my jockstrap. It was actually funny to see them so loose and full of humor.

"I will never hear the end of it, am I?" I just resigned but I, too, was laughing.

"Just never tell Pete about that," I pleaded, "Because he will absolutely destroy me."

I leaned my butt against the railing and asked, "So, is there a reason why you guys are even here? I mean I love it, but I hope nothing happened. Is Pete ok?"

Pete was Kristina's husband and from time to time they had a bit of a different view on life. While Kristina, Marcella and I were super liberal, living-out-loud, Pete was way more controlled, very jockey and sometimes he could be a bit of a prick. He was the star quarterback in the Uni where we all met. But he was also very good to Kristina and we could tell that they loved each other deeply.

I saw the mood darken immediately. Shit, what did I just say?

"Oh god! No! I'm not speaking to this ass for a while. And anyway, if he knew, he would go all macho and call you all kinds of nasty things," Kristina said.

"Well, he wouldn't be wrong," Marcella laughed and shot me a kiss. That made them giggle again. Now they were hitting each other. Either they were getting drunk or my faux-pas was getting the better of them.

I filled their glasses again, poured one for me and said, "Well, I'm glad you are here then - and I'm sorry. I'm sure you guys will patch it up in no time!"

"This time might be a bit different." Kristina started. She looked over to Marcella and seeing her smile and nod her head, she continued, "I told him that I had sex with someone else. He completely flipped out. When Marcella arrived today, he was still or again yelling at me and telling me how disappointed he was. On and on. Marcella took me by the arm and pulled into the car and drove off. First I was crying but bit by bit I just got angrier and angrier at him."

This was serious. I knew how sexually uninhibited she was during college - hell, we all were. But I doubt they had the same open relationship in marriage as Marcella and I had.

She continued (she needed to get it off her chest). After a long sip of wine, she went on, "You probably think he is a prude or something but the thing is: like us, he has kinks and likes odd things sexually. One of his biggest thing always was to see me fuck other guys. He would get so riled up when I tell him things I did in the past." She looked over at Marcella. "You know, the threesomes and foursomes we had. So when he was in California for a month for business, I ran into this guy, I grew up with. By the end of the week, we had crazy good sex. It felt so liberating. It had nothing to do with Pete. He is great and we love having sex but it was new, exciting and...." She trailed off glancing over at me. "I mean I don't have to tell you two whores how good it felt."

"Oh my god! Kristina! Language!" I said while Marcella flicked her finger at her boob.

"Auww! Fuck that hurt! No, I mean it in a good way, silly! I admire both of you. You are so in love and care so deeply about each other while still recognizing that you cannot be everything to each other - especially sexually. "

"Well, I don't have a dick, so, yeah!" Marcella said in a matter of fact. That definitely made Kristina snort with a laugh. "Jokes aside, Kristina, I get you, but I do understand Pete being surprised. Mark and I went into our relationship knowing that we will always want to have sex with other people. That shit needs to be seriously discussed. When you just one day blurt it out, chances are things will go tits-up".

"I know, but all his talk about watching me getting railed by another dude... when he got back from Cali... when he walked in that door and I blew him in the entryway and then - in his excitement, while thrusting into me, he asked if I found a guy that fucked me good while he was gone... I took him out of my mouth and calmly said, 'I did! His name is Jack and he is a childhood friend of mine'. He completely lost his shit!"

"Oh boy!" I said. "I'm sure at some point he calmed down enough to have a conversation, right?" I asked.

"I tried but he is still hurt and angry and just miserable. It kills me because I do really care about him. You know he is a really good guy!" Kristina was on the edge of tears.

Marcella, ever the best friend, got off her chair and they hugged for a long time.

I knew it wasn't a good time at all, but seeing those two hot mamas just in skimpy undies pressing their tits into each other, made my dick jump.