High in the Rockies of Colorado, I work as the stablemaster of a larger ranch. There are a couple dozen horses here at any one time. I have a love shack built-onto the stables. It's for sleeping and entertaining men. In the winter, it's not so easy to get here. There's a bunch of horny people that work here. Sometimes, you grab what's closest.
Up the hill is the lodge. Seven thousand square feet, it's a beautiful place with a huge view of the local mountains. The lodge and the ranch operation is run by Burt and his wife Kathy. They're "swingers", and she's a hotwife thing. Burt is sometimes my entertainment just because I'm only a hundred yards downhill. Near the lodge is the bunkhouse, where farmworkers and hands snore. A lot of them head south for the winter. As I'm writing this in Winter, it's mostly empty there.
Much snow gets layered around here, the seven thousand foot level. Warm spells come through and make it slushy muck. I live around muck most of the time from November to April.
About a hundred yards away in the other direction are the garages and barn, and next to them is a fifth wheel where the diesel mechanic, Ocho, lives alone. He's the best entertainment around, as his ten inch crank needs to squirt regularly and I'm the lucky guy that gets the squirts. It's a pretty hormonal place, especially when there's not much going on, the horse owners unwilling to travel here.
And in my desire to stir stuff up, I got approval for an eight-person hot tub. Ocho and I installed it off the side doors. You can see the Milky Way any night, while parboiling your bod in the water. The setup took about a day to finish up. It has a privacy fence, which is a bit silly. Burt is always thinking about the appearance of the place to customers, and the notion of a naked gay cowboy whooping it up while watching Orion, the Plieades, and the Milky Way was a bit much for his customer service mind.
Used to be that the sex parlor was a large shower stall in the stables down the hall from my love shack. There's easy clean-up, and when the hot water fills the place, it's nice and toasty while yours truly is sucking dick, getting boned, or bending over the general manager so that I can make him moan like a girl. It's entertainment. The hot tub sort of shifted that.
When the lid comes off the hot tub, it's like a smoke signal. You can see the steam rise all over the property. The signal says something like, hey-- Joe's in the tub! Might be sex going on nearby. Within minutes, Ocho or Burt will drop by, Hang their clothes or robe in the utility cabinet, and hop in. Sucking and fucking and fondling and nibbles and licks will ensue. I always bring a stack of fluffy towels. There's an outside shower, but it's pretty much frozen in the Winter. We go inside for that if we need it.
And so there's this rhythm where it'll be a rough day, I'll eat, the stars come out, and I'll head outside with a stack of towels, clean the lid of the tub, open it, and stark naked hop in. My rule (my tub) is that there are no clothes. It's another reason that Burt demanded the fence; doesn't shock the customers.
Ocho will come by, strip, and we'll play. He will bend over while I eat his ass, which gets him seriously boned. He'll use that on me, or I'll suck him until he squirts. And maybe Burt will come down the hill from the lodge in this massive blue robe, and join in. He'll join me in servicing Ocho's ten inches, or maybe suck my dick for a while. He has this sub streak. Needs instructions. I make sure to always get him off before he marches back up the hill. After all, he's the boss.
That fact makes Ocho worried about letting Burt do things with him. Ocho tries to be the total top. It's not in his head to lose his str8 creds. Might be queer if he sucked dick or got fucked, so he tries to keep his hetero creds intact. Mostly. That he's in a hot tub with two erect guys doesn't seem to be a violation of his hetero oath somehow. Personally, I'm in it because I'm a slut for dick and plain ole sensuality.
About two months into this arrangement, I opened the tub at about nine in the evening. Who'd drop by? I had my guesses.
Ocho was first. Turned the corner, smiles, and in the twenty degree breeze, rapidly put his clothes on the hook and joined me. I noticed he wasn't quite erect yet. I'd take care of that. He sunk down, groaning the usual "holy fuck" sounds he makes as his skin goes from twenty to one hundred three degrees.
"Oh man, my skin is going to peel off my body!" His eyes rolled as he came up to temp. Then the inevitable "ahhhh" happened. I moved over and tweaked his tittie. He likes that.
And to our surprise, we heard voices heading our way.
Both Burt AND Kathy spun around the fence in matching thick blue bath robes. They hurriedly put them in the outdoor closet and hiked the steps in the tub. Two drink bottles were dropped into the holders.
There is a dynamic you may have missed if you haven't read my other stories. You see, Kathy is a dyed-in-the-wool slut like me. She doesn't care if any one knows. She likes dick. I like dick. A while back, in an orgy, I did her as she sucked on Burt's dick. I think he likes the cuck thing. Once. Otherwise, my preference is well-known.
But Ocho is afraid of her. I'm not sure why. Boss's wife. Ocho doesn't understand sluts. PTSD, maybe. I don't know. He tends to freeze around her. She sort of laughs it off and shrugs. I figured that tonight, she's into the warmth of the tub and watching naked men. She's a bit of a perv, and I respect that. I can be, too. I think she wants to do Ocho because of his very large dick but also it's another notch on her lipstick case. There are many notches. I am one of them, despite my taste for dick.
They both sink down into the tub with the usual moans and groans.
Ocho sort of moves away from me. It's like we're in the four corners of the tub. Naked. Dammit.
The breeze finally dies down. I rise to get my water bottle before it becomes ice. As I bend over the edge, exposing my butt to everyone, Kathy gives a wolf whistle. There's a nervous laugh.
"Hey cowboy, nice butt ya got there!" she yells. There's another laugh. I catch her husband, Burt, nodding. I sit down and take a swig. I lower the water bottle into the heated water. It's freezing.
Kathy gets up, and gets her drink, which I suspect has brandy in it, and exposes her booty. She reaches it, and puts a hand behind herself, and yep, winks her butthole at us. There is silence in the hot tub.
Ole Ocho is bug-eyed. He's been resisting her charms ever since she arrived. And I think she's heard rumors of his ten inches of happiness, having experienced my own thick eight in that very butthole. But he'd say "No." I'm sure of it. He's scared of this woman. I'm not.
And so, just as she's leaning to get back in the tub, my tongue finds that hole and licks it. She freezes.
"Yeah baby!" is what she yells, probably to no one's surprise. She tastes like chlorine. Blah. But I drill it, and she squirms, and a string of dirty words of enjoyment pour out. For fun, I thumb her box lightly. But she gets cold and pushes back. I don't blame her.
"You're trying to get something started!" she blurts.
"Ya think?"
She laughs.
I turn and get half out of the tub, exposing my butt to her.
"Turn about is fair play." I announce.
Instead of licking it, she comes over and smacks me on the ass. OUCH!
"Slut!" she giggles.
"Slut!" I rapidly reply.
Burt is amused; Ocho is still watching with wide nervous eyes. He still has eight months left of probation for his long string of DUIs and wants to keep his job at all costs. Told me he didn't want any chance of getting fired. No Way.
I'm betting his dick is hard anyway. Kathy has a nice skinny hips with plump cheeks. I know he wants it. I'm tempted to put my hand down there and give his big dick a squeeze.
Even me, confirmed queer cowboy, has done that ass of hers. She likes it. There is this dynamic she has. She sort of taunts Burt with her sexuality. Took my dick up her tailpipe while she sucked his dick a few months ago when we had guests in the lodge, another story. It's a fine tailpipe. Dicking down the boss's wife is an interesting gambit, especially while he watches, and gets OFF.
And I know that if she wants, she'll fuck any man. So will I. Burt's a bit more reserved. More of a secret switcheroo. Ocho doesn't care about that, getting sucked by his actual boss, but it's his wife he fears. He thinks she actually runs things around here, and there might be truth to that idea. And I know what makes a slut tick. That's because I am one. Ocho hadn't figured that out yet. He's a recovering drunk puppy dog with a horse dick.
I gotta get something started.
Standing in the middle of the tub facing her, freezing. I reveal my erection to her. She takes a quick look at Burt and grabs me, hard, and pulls me over to her corner of the tub. My dick is between her titties now. She's jacking me, not so gently. I'll take it.
I have to get down in the hot water, the breeze is kicking up again. I can hear the hot tub heater motor running hard. She rubs me on her body. I reach down and cup her coochie. She likes that. She's in the mood. We play around with each other. She likes her tits played with, nips pinched. We do it to each other. We spin around and she's on my lap facing me. I rub her box with my dick.
The hot tub isn't good for fucking. No real lube. Over the noise of the jets, I tell her we should take this inside to the shower stall. The idea gets a lightbulb going in her head. Her face lights up.
