This is a continuation of a story. If you want to start at the beginning, read My Pretty Woman Moment first, then Making Her Feel Pretty.
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Driving back from the book store I couldn't help but grin at the events of the last couple of days. I'd had a threesome in a clothing store changing room with a clerk and my wife, then I'd just got done making passionate love in the back of my SUV parked in the parking lot of my favorite book store to a pretty young pregnant woman whose name I didn't know.
I'm not some sort of lothario. I have dated a few women in my life, and had a fulfilling if rather ordinary sex life. But in the course of less than a week I'd had two sexual encounters that could just as well have come from the plot of a porn movie.
"This is the peak," I thought to myself. "This is as exciting as my life is ever going to get. From here on out it's all male pattern baldness, weight gain and arthritis."
Boy was I wrong.
I got home and parked my SUV in the garage of the rambling, two-story home my wife and I share. It's set off a ways in the woods, with a long drive way that gives us plenty of seclusion. The bottom floor is all open - kitchen, dining room and living room - and opens out onto our spacious back yard with a outdoor kitchen/patio area, pool and hot tub. It was late in the year and I'd had the pool emptied and prepped for the winter the week before, but we keep the hot tub operational all year.
Walking into the house I could hear two female voices coming from the patio area. I could also feel a bit of a cool draft and smell the tang of fallen leaves that permeates our yard in the fall.
The house was dark, but there was the flicker of candles coming through the windows and open door, so I walked to the back to see what was happening and found my wife in our hot tub with Tyler from the clothing store.
I stopped in the door way, and the ladies hadn't seen me yet. My wife was seated in the tub neck-deep in the water. Tyler was straddling and facing her and talking just low enough where I couldn't make out her words over the sound of the jets. I couldn't see any more of my wife than the side of her pretty face and her damp, ash-blonde hair. Tyler, on the other hand, was naked above the water which came up to just below her large, D-cup breasts which were currently dangling in my wife's face.
Tyler's big, pale white titties were capped off with perfect pink nipples. I stared for a bit. During our encounter in the store Tyler hadn't taken her top off. Now I was seeing her topless for the first time, and I was struck by how gorgeous she was. In addition to her heavy, perfect breasts she had the outlines of three stars tattooed on her left shoulder in dark blue. She'd also died her hair since I'd last seen her. It was now as red as a top sign and gathered into two loose pony tails coming down in front on either side of her neck.
She was still wearing her horn-rimmed geek glasses though, a bit steamed up because of the hot tub.
The bottom of her hair was wet and plastered fetchingly to her shoulders and breasts.
As I watched I noticed Tyler's body moving up and down with her one arm disappearing down into the water while the other clasped my wife's face to her breasts. I imagined the hand I couldn't see was busy pleasuring my wife.
Tyler had her eyes closed - if they'd been open she'd have seen me - and the two were clearly entranced with their love making.
Despite having just fucked a pregnant young beauty in the back of my SUV twice not more than an hour before I was instantly hard. The thought of my wife naked and aroused alone is enough to start my motor no matter how tired I may be. But catching my wife in the middle of a steamy, candle-lit hot tub romp with a teenaged sales clerk we'd just met was enough to give me heart palpitations.
I quickly looked around to figure out how I could ease my way into this situation without breaking the magic spell between these two humping nymphs. I looked over at the outdoor grill and saw it was cooking. Quietly I moved to it, opened the cover and saw that my wife had been cooking chicken and vegetables for three.
Clearly, she'd invited Tyler over and had been expecting me. Doing my best not to alert the ladies to my presence, I went inside and grabbed the necessary plates and utensils, and returned to the grill to get the chicken and vegetables off the heat just in time (it was good I showed up when I did).
I could hear moans and gasps escalating from the hot tub. I glanced over and saw my wife now sitting up with Tyler on her lap, their faces pressed together and from the movements of their arms both hands working furiously at each others naughty bits.
I set the table, then rushed back in side to put a six back of Grain Belts into a bucket of ice before coming back out just in time for the grand finale. Tyler and Jess were kissing furiously and humping at each other's hands. Tyler's mouth opened and she began moaning into my wife's open mouth, joined soon after by my wife's moans.
"Oooooohhh."
"Uhhhhh."
"Oh fuck."
"Yes, god, right there"
"Uhhhhh."
They came together, clinging to each other furiously and running their free hands all over each other's bodies. The flickering candle lights gleamed off their wet skin, and their wet hair clung to their firm bodies. My wife's tanned skin contrasted beautifully with Tyler's pale tones. Tyler's bright red hair blazed. Their breasts squished against each other, heaving with the passion of their embrace.
For a moment they held each other so tight and silently I thought I was about to witness them strangle each other to death, then they released each other with a gasp and retreated to opposite sides of the hot tub like weary fighters retreating to their corners after a hard round of battle.
I wasn't sure that they'd opened their eyes at any point since I'd been home. They'd been so wrapped up in each other, they'd been completely obvious to me even as I prepared the food and set the table. I didn't want to scare them, so I softly cleared my throat and said "Dinner is served, ladies."
They both opened their yes and looked at me, both a bit sheeplishly.
"I called Tyler," Jess said.
I laughed. "I see you did!"
"I can't help it," she pouted. "I'm in love with this girl. Nobody makes my pussy as wet as she does. Except you, of course."
I laughed again.
"I invited Tyler over so the three of us could have dinner and get to know each other. I mean, Tyler's had her tongue in my pussy and you've had your cock in her ass, the least we could do is have a nice supper together."
At this Tyler gave her a soft below in the ribs. "He didn't fuck my ass." Then, looking at me with a gleam in her eye, "perhaps that's something we should do something about."
My wife giggled at this. "Yes, I think it is." Then to me again, "I'm glad you rescued dinner. Tyler and I got...distracted."
"I'll say you did," I sad with a chuckle. "Well, the dinner is hot and the beer is cold. Shall we?"
I held up two towels I'd grabbed out of the closet we keep in the deck. My wife stood up, the water dripping off her soft curves and from the underside of her swaying breasts, and I helped her step up out of the tub onto the deck. Her skin goose pimpled in the chilly air, and I quickly dried her front off - kissing each of her nipples as I bent down to dry her legs - before spinner her around to dry her back.
