PART II – The Rubdown
The next morning, I slept in. I finally went downstairs around 11 after taking a shower. My cock was still sore from fucking my wife, Wendy, not to mention masturbating as I thought of Kylie and her story from the day before. I found Tom's young wife, Kylie eating a snack at the kitchen table, reading a book. "Where are Tom and Wendy," I asked, as I searched the fridge for food.
"They've been out swimming all morning. The two of them are inseparable. How did you sleep?"
"Great," I said, hesitating before I mentioned how her story raced through my mind all night.
"You really liked that story, didn't you John," Kylie said, reading my mind.
"Oh yeah." Kylie and I laughed easily. "So what's the plan for today?" I asked her.
"Well, I'm game for anything," she flirted with me, "but I think Tom and your wife are planning on 'catching up' in the lake all day." The thought of spending all day with Kylie and her tight young body made me really not care too much about Wendy's office gossip.
"Hot tub?" I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," Kylie said with a cute smile. She dropped her book and gracefully glided upstairs to put on her bikini. I changed into my swim trunks and met her on the deck. Tom and Wendy had gotten out of the water, and were drying off on the chaise lounges at the end of the pier.
As Kylie and I soaked in the hot tub, we talked about different things. My constant erection had died down to a constant chubby. I started seeing Kylie as more of a person than the image I had of her when I jerked off for the past few years.
As we talked, I could see Wendy and Tom sunbathing, oblivious to us again. Every few minutes, they would take turns applying sunscreen to each other. At first, I didn't think much of it. Wendy has very pale skin, so she burns easily. But they were coating each other every 5 minutes, and Tom's tanned swimmer's body sure didn't need it.
I noticed that Wendy was not just rubbing the lotion in to Tom's back, but also on his chest. Most people can reach their own chest. As Kylie and I chatted in the hot tub, I watched my reserved wife playfully squirt cold lotion onto Tom's chest. She eagerly rubbed his hard pectoral muscles, her double-D breasts straining her too tight bikini top, just inches from his face. I could tell he was enjoying the show from the bulge in his swimsuit. Even from 25 feet away, I could see his pacakage was huge.
Wendy's hands moved slowly to his stomach, massaging his six pack abs. My cock began to grow and twitch as she grazed the top of his swimsuit. Tom wiped some of the excess lotion off of his chest and began rubbing it into my wife's back as she leaned over him. Her hand slipped under his trunks and I could see Tom arch his back a little. She tugged his trunks playfully, then quickly removed her hand and finished rubbing his chest. I couldn't believe my eyes—did my shy, reserved wife just grab another man's cock not 25 feet from me? I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I heard nervous laughter.
A few minutes later, Wendy came over to the hot tub to announce that she was going to sunbathe topless. It almost sounded like she was asking permission, but the look in her eyes told me she was telling, not asking. Before I could respond, Kylie said "go for it! I might join you." I was too caught up in thinking about hot little Kylie removing her bikini top to respond to my wife. Wendy dropped her bikini top on the deck and scampered back to Tom, her tits exposed to the sun and breeze.
Sadly, Kylie's perfect breasts remained covered by the two thin triangles of her bikini. We spoke for a bit about my wife's sudden exhibitionist streak. "It's not a big deal," Kylie said. "I mean men go around topless—besides. Besides, you can make out most of a girl's tits when we're wearing a bikini." She caught me glancing at her perfectly proportioned, taut, and tanned C-cups. She smiled knowingly. Kylie had some good arguments, so I comforted myself with the thought that my wife was just being normal. I guess.
As perfect as Kylie's breasts were, we couldn't pull ourselves away from the show Tom and Wendy were putting on. Wendy laid face down on the lounger as Tom stood astride her, eagerly applying sunscreen to her now naked back. I could see the bulge in his trunks clearly from the hot tub. Her arms were up, palms out and her face rested on the backs of her hands. Tom slowly applied the lotion to her back and let his hands drift to my wife's sides, at first just glancing the sides of her enormous breasts, then clearly trying to slip under them.
Wendy pushed up away from a chaise a little to give Tom access to her breasts. Tom quickly took advantage of the leeway he was being given, and spent most of his time unsubtly massaging my wife's breasts. Wendy seemed to be enjoying it, or at least not complaining.
After a while, Tom straddled Wendy and was rested his ass on hers, massaging her lower back and the sides of her breasts. After another few minutes, Tom leaned forward, his bulging cock pressed against Wendy's back, and whispered in Wendy's ear. Wendy looked at him over her shoulder, and nodded a slow, devious nod. Tom stood up ever so slightly while Wendy eagerly flipped over, exposing her tits to him. She kept her arms elevated, behind her head while Tom sat astride her thighs. His rigid cock and balls rested on her lap. The only thing between their sex was the thin fabric of their swimsuits.
Wendy only moved her hands to briefly point at her breasts and stomach. She was clearly giving Tom instructions on how to massage her front. Tom happily obliged.
By this point, Kylie was watching as well. She huddled closer to me leaned over to get a better view of the erotic massage between our spouses. "Wow, that's a little further than I thought she'd go," Kylie said casually. "Are you okay with..." Kylie's hand reached under the hot tub water to tap my leg, but she missed and grazed my erection. "I guess you are!" We laughed together. "I mean," she reasoned, "it's not like they're fucking or anything..." I could tell Kylie was asking whether I'd be okay with that. I let it pass, transfixed on the show my wife and Tom were putting on, oblivious to us.
"That's quite a nice hard on you've got there, John," Kylie said, as she slipped her hand under my swimsuit to grab firmly onto my cock. I snapped my head towards her instinctively. "Well, if they're going to do it," she said coyly. She held me in her long slender fingers as we watched Tom massage my wife's huge tits. Kylie began to slowly stroke my cock, and we leaned in, about to kiss. Her soft, young lips, just inches from mine.
Just then, two kayakers paddled out of the tree line, past the pier. Wendy and Tom abruptly stopped their groping and, apparently embarrassed by the strangers, grabbed their towels and headed towards us. Kylie slipped her hand out of my trunks, releasing her hold on my cock, and settled back into the hot tub seat as Tom and Wendy passed. All four of us were incredibly frustrated.
"We're um, gonna hit the showers, 'hon," Wendy said as she rushed passed. Tom's erection was straining his swim shorts. Kylie and I both felt weird all of a sudden, as if Tom and Wendy had given us license by their antics, and now that was revoked. Kylie and I quickly finished our hot tub, and I went upstairs to see if my wife could help relieve my hard on again.
When I got there, the bathroom door from our bedroom was open, and I could hear the shower running. I walked in, figuring Wendy was in the shower, but it was Tom. Just as she had done the day before, Wendy was lingering in the shared bathroom to admire Tom's naked body.
The doors to his and our bedroom were cracked open as well. I stood in our bedroom watching for a few moments. I could tell Wendy had not slipped in quickly to grab something; she was parked there, taking in Tom's body through the fogged up glass as he showered.
The shower was a glass-enclosed shower, and it looked as if it were built for two. It was positioned on the outside wall of the bathroom, opposite the toilet and the double vanity. The shower ran from the floor to the ceiling—all glass--with a door in its middle. The showerhead was on the far wall from our bedroom, across from the toilet. If you sat on the toilet or stood facing the wall-to-wall mirror over the vanity, as Wendy did, you had a clear view of the showerhead (and whomever was using it) through the floor to ceiling glass.
With the glass somewhat fogged, you couldn't see clearly, but you could see more than enough. Tom was washing his tight, young, muscled body. Even through the open door from our bedroom, I could clearly make out his flaccid cock dangling down between his legs. My wife, Wendy, was a lot closer, and she couldn't pull her eyes away from it. Kylie hadn't lied, it was a monster.
Wendy was casually drying and combing her hair, wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around her waist. Although the small amount of sunlight pouring in from the bathroom window didn't pose a threat to her tan lines, Wendy kept her voluptuous tits out in the open air.
As I moved closer, I noticed her eyes were in fact dancing, transfixed between the shape of Tom's oversized cock and his rippling muscles, each reflected in the mirror. He was quite a specimen. I knew he had a hairless chest and a six-pack abs from his swim with Wendy and their sunbathing earlier. But every inch of his 6'4" body screamed "stud," and Wendy was all ears. Wendy bit her lip as Tom reached up with both arms to wash his hair.
They were casually talking as if they were at the dinner table. I couldn't hear too much over the shower and the blow dryer until I stepped into the bathroom. "I guess it's mostly exercise and diet—plus a healthy sex life...," Tom was shouting to my wife over the running water.
Wendy jumped when I came into the bathroom. "Oh, John, you startled me. What are you doing in here?" She asked incredulously as she finally turned off the hair dryer. I noticed her voice was loud enough for Tom to hear—as if she was warning him.
