The little "k" appeared at the top of my phone to tell me there was a new message. Opening the app, I saw a message from Jim. We hadn't communicated for a few months... COVID was a pretty serious cock-blocker. In any case, I remembered Jim immediately. We had first connected on Swinging Heaven, and after exchanging a few messages there, he had asked if we could talk on the phone. Gin had been following our chat over my shoulder, so joined me on the speakerphone.
One thing I could say about Jim... he was enthusiastic. During our call, he expressed how much he loved to do... well... pretty much everything. He identified as having some bisexual curiousity, but his interest seemed more like desire than curiousity. In any case, timing didn't work for us then, or even in the next couple of times we chatted. Scheduling for four is always a challenge, made harder by pandemic public health orders.
So, it had been months since Jim's name had popped up in my conversations. He opened with "Should we try to schedule something?"
Coincidentally, Gin and I were without kids that week. Just two days earlier, she had said to me "do you think we could find some sexy fun this week?" I don't know how, but Jim must have heard her. We were too late for that night, but Jim indicated that they could be available later the next evening.
Throughout the next day, we exchanged intermittent messages. Everyone was working, but eventually we confirmed that the stars were aligned, and we planned to head to their home after nine. Gin and I took our time getting ready. I had to shave my head, and other parts. We both had to put on clothes, having spent most of the day naked in the backyard, dealing with the heat by moving from shade, to pool, to sun, to shade, on repeat. Gin took some THC infused chocolate, and I took a little blue pill.
Our excitement and anxiety grew as we crossed the river. On the way, Jim texted "how about you walk in and surprise us in the act?" Our reply was not seen...
The house was dark, and the doors locked when we arrived. A small dog in a cage inside the front door did its best to announce our arrival, but all was silent. Eventually, Jim came to the door, sheepishly admitting that their shower had gone "longer than planned", and apologizing for having left the door locked, foiling his own fantasy.
He welcomed us in, and ushered us into the kitchen. His partner, Sam, was finishing her shower, but joined us shortly thereafter.
Jim complimented Gin on her clothing, which consisted of a sheer peach coloured shift over a green and black bikini. She replied that it seemed silly to put on more, given our intentions.
They made a cute couple. Gin questioned them. She is always curious about people's stories, and feels more connected and interested on hearing. We shared a bit of our own story, until the inevitable awkward pause. Jim acknowledged it, stating "this is why we sometimes like to just jump into it... we talk for a bit and things get awkward". Gin suggested we move the party to the hot tub.
Both Sam and Jim agreed immediately, and Jim said "we might not have mentioned this, but the hot tub is a clothing free zone."
I laughed as I replied "that's good, because I forgot mine". They headed back upstairs to prepare.
Gin and I took the moment to check in. By check in, I really mean make out. We reminded each other of our love, and went into a very tight embrace. Our lips found each others, and our hands and tongues caressed what they could reach. Gin has an amazing ass, and feeling it under my hands, her mouth on mine, her breasts and pelvis pushed hard against my body, made me erect. As Jim returned wrapped in a towel, he commented "that's hot", causing Gin and I to separate. I began to undress, with Gin's help.
I was down to my white Calvin Klein boxer/briefs when Sam entered the room. She was covered by a fluffy pink bathrobe. My hard cock was very evident in my underwear, and it caught her eye. Before heading outside, however, she moved to get steel cups to transfer our wine into. I moved to help her while Gin followed Jim outside. I felt on display, and loved it. I know Sam looked when she could, and seemed appreciative.
When we arrived at the hot tub, Jim had already dropped his towel, and had climbed naked into the pool. Gin had followed in her bikini. With her back to me, Sam removed her robe and began climbing up the stairs to the tub. I appreciated the view as her ass rose in front of me (but tried not to ogle too much!). Raising my bravado, I dropped my briefs (and no... bravado is not code for my cock. It was already in a risen state!). As I climbed over the stairs and into the tub, I was conscious of three pairs of eyes following my hard, bouncing cock as it led my way.
