That evening, spent and glowing, they sat side by side in the unheated hot tub holding hands and looking up at the night sky.
"I could get used to this," she said. "Thank you for a very special day."
"You're welcome Sweetheart," he said, kissing her cheek.
"I've never cum so many times in one day in my life. Was there anything we didn't try?"
"If there is we'll have to wait to try it until tomorrow, or the day after," he said. "My cock's rubbed a little raw."
"I'm sore too, Hon. But it feels good in a funny kind of way."
"Yeah, for me too."
Sitting back in a companionable silence they each looked into the sky and followed their private thoughts. Occasionally they'd glance at each other, smile, and share gentle hand squeezes.
He stood up and stepped out of the hot tub. "I think it's about time for that massage," he said, beginning to dry himself off with one of the big towels she'd set out.
"Oh, that sounds good." She rose dripping and joined him.
While she went around the bedroom lighting candles he brought the olive oil and a small bowl from the kitchen and spread a towel on the bed. She lay face down on the towel, giggling. She wiggled her butt. He chuckled as he held the bowl of oil over a candle to warm it up. Then, putting the bowl within reach on the nightstand, he straddled her full ass, dipped his fingers into the bowl, and began to massage her shoulders. She rewarded his efforts with small grunts, moans, and sighs.
"Can you believe I'm getting hard again?"
"Mmmmm," she responded, moving her bottom.
"Feeling your soft sweet butt between my thighs is so stimulating." He continued to massage her, moving down her body until he'd done each of her feet. "Roll over," he said when he'd finished.
She rolled over and spread her legs so he could kneel between them. He massaged her front as carefully as he'd done her back. He was almost finished before he realized she'd fallen asleep. It made him smile. He looked down at her in the flickering candlelight, touched by how open and vulnerable she looked. He gazed at her pussy, seeing the faint glimmer of pink in the dim light, and thought of the day they'd shared. At times it had been passionate, like their first encounter, with raw rough sounds and words. And at other times they'd lain together barely moving, exchanging delicate caresses and gentle observations. Leaning over he kissed her clitoris. He moved out from between her legs and she muttered something, turning over on her side without waking. After extinguishing the candles he lay beside her for a long time with his hand resting on her hip before he too fell asleep.
The next morning, after a brief cuddle, they got up to take care of some of the errands that had been neglected the day before. She went into El Dorado Springs to buy groceries and he made the trek to his house to feed his cats and do some other chores. It wasn't until almost sundown that he returned and they sat down to the meal she'd prepared. They exchanged accounts of the things they'd done that day, washed the dishes, spent some time in the hot tub, and then retired to the bedroom.
They were both still rather sore but as soon as they began touching each other the passion flared to life and soon they were joined. They were in the missionary position, talking softly and looking into each others' eyes in the candlelight when something hit the floor behind them. Then a woman said, "Oh shit." Their heads swiveled at the same instant. An attractive red haired woman stood half hidden in the shadows of the doorway with her hand down her jeans.
"God Linda, I'm so sorry. I guess I got caught wet handed," the woman said, pulling her hand out of her jeans. "You guys'd never have known I was here if I hadn't hit this goddamned broom. Sorry. I'll just leave now. Shit I feel stupid." She began to turn away.
"Wait Debbie." Linda said. He realized that this must be the owner of the cabin and felt himself relax a bit.
Debbie stopped, half turned away.
Linda looked up at him. "Would you like to be with two women?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," he said. "I'm game if she is." They both turned to look at Debbie.
"Do you remember those fantasies we used to talk about? About picking up a guy?" Linda asked.
Debbie turned and looked at her for a long moment. "Yeah, I remember we used to talk about some things. Things we never did."
"Debbie, this is Ben, by the way. And Ben, as you've probably figured out, this is Debbie." Ben and Debbie glanced at each other, almost shyly, and nodded. "Well, what do you think?"
"I think my husband will shit," Debbie said with a laugh. "But what the fuck." Her hands had already begun to undo the buttons of her shirt. "Watching you guys got me hot."
Ben withdrew his cock and lay down next to Linda to observe the unveiling. Debbie gave him a humorous smirk. She pulled off her shirt, dropped it in a chair, and reached behind her back with both hands to undo her bra. He saw that she was smaller than Linda with creamy white skin and many freckles. Her breasts, when revealed, were tipped with pale pink nipples and areolas.
"You like?" Debbie said challengingly.
He turned to Linda.
"Don't look at me," Linda said, unperturbed by her friend's nakedness.
By the time he turned back to Debbie she'd kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans and thong to the floor. She was freckled all over and her bush was a carrot colored puffball of hair.
"Yeah," he said. "I like what I see a lot."
"And I liked watching you fuck my friend Linda," Debbie said, climbing onto the bed on her knees and reaching for his cock. She was surprised to see him wince when she grabbed him.
"We're sore," Linda said. "We spent the whole day yesterday fucking. Well, off and on."
"Jeez," Debbie said. "You didn't waste any time. I didn't expect to find you in the sack with somebody."
Ben and Linda exchanged smiling glances. "It just kind of happened," Linda said.
Ben had begun rubbing his hand down over Debbie's back and bottom, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. Linda reached up and playfully tugged Debbie's right nipple. She and Debbie looked into each others' eyes.
"Yeah, that was something else we talked about and never did," Debbie whispered. Ben's fingers found Debbie's pussy, marveling at its juiciness, and she leaned over and met Linda's lips. Ben watched the two women kiss, their passion obviously growing, with bemused wonderment. These last few days had been so full of surprises he was a little afraid to think what might happen next. Debbie's hand crept up his thigh and found his cock again, taking it gently this time.
Things seemed to flow in a dreamlike progression without any of them saying a word. Debbie was fingering Linda's pussy as well as holding his cock. And then she was licking Linda where her fingers had been, raising her butt in the air. An open invitation like this could only be answered with a readjustment of bodies and a slow insertion. Linda had her eyes closed but as he moved inside Debbie's drenched pussy he could see almost every sign of pleasure sweep across her face. He put his hands on Debbie's hips to pull her to him and she shook her ass as if to say, yes, I know you're there and I like what you're doing.
Linda went over first. He could sense Debbie's awareness of Linda's imminent orgasm and her intensified efforts to make it happen. Linda's hips bucked and she cried out as it hit her. He was second. Seeing and hearing Linda's pleasure was too much and he pulsed inside Debbie's cunt. He kept moving inside her although his enthusiasm had waned and was relieved to feel her fingers moving rapidly near his cock. Her head was resting on Linda's belly and her red hair blazed in the candlelight.
"Oh," she said. "Oh." Linda had recovered enough to begin fondling her breasts and that seemed to be enough to put her over. "Oh God yes. Oh yes. Jesus yes. I'm cumming boys and girls. Oh shit yes." He could feel her cunt tightening around him. And then there was stillness.
After a couple of long minutes he pulled out of her and, slowly drawing his right hand across her hip and back, collapsed beside Linda. Debbie, her head still resting on Linda's tummy, opened her eyes.
"Thanks," she said.
"You're welcome," he said. And fell asleep.
Sometime in the night he became dimly aware that Linda was returning the favor and slid back into sleep to the sound of Debbie's moans and sighs.
