After dinner was when the slow simmer began to heat up. Roger and I sat out front in big comfy leather chairs and Nate brought out a tray with both a gin and tonic for me, for keeping my light buzz up, and a coffee, for keeping me in focus despite it. At that Miles winked at us and said he was going to 'go get something', and as Virginia and Nate were both about to head back to help Nick clean up, Gretchen, who was coming through with a tray from the kitchen for Roger stopped them both. She set Roger's drinks on the table beside him before taking each of the two other ladies gently by the hand, making cooing little 'hush' noises.
"Nawwww. Nick has that covered," she told them. "There are laps out here that need to be kept warm."
Gretchen used Virginia's hand, lifting it and guiding her playfully through a slow pirouette, until she was positioned to settle her bottom cozily atop Roger's lap, leaning her in against his chest. She looked over at me, blushing, but didn't protest, only sheepishly double checked mutely with a communicative glance that I was still cool with all this.
Then she brought Nate over to me, and fixed her with an odd knowing grin. I sensed it was a part of some conversation to which I was not at the time privy, but she guided Nate back onto my lap to cuddle in against my chest. There's always something about such a strong, sharp minded woman being made vulnerable that I find incredibly hot, and Nate made a little sigh as she cuddled in. I wrapped an arm around her, to give her a comforting squeeze as well as to encourage her in tighter against me. Looking over, I saw Roger already had a hand stroking Virginia's thigh high enough to tease the hem of her skirt. I wasn't so much looking for permission as some cue as to where there might be boundaries I didn't want to overstep. So seeing that, I brought my hand to where the slit on Nate's skirt parted, indulging my urge to explore let my palm and splayed fingers stroke and knead the warm lines and curves and textures beneath.
In turn she cooed out that, and her hand began toying with my chest and arm with her fingers and I know her bottom shifted to better feel how I was stiffening in my trousers. I was very into the gym in those days, and though I always hated cardio, loved free weights and was pretty proud of the effects. Nate seemed presently to be enjoying them, too. In fact I was sure she shifted her rump against me, to better feel how I was stiffening in my trousers.
I slid my hand up and down, and looked up to see Nick fixing me with a smile of approval. I was encouraged and ran my hand slightly up and down, kneading her skin lightly while he watched. I'd never done anything like this, and she made a throaty little alto sigh, fidgeting to rub her thighs together, the subtlety of her arousal slipping
Nick was carrying a classy-looking hookah-like hash pipe. I declined most of the offers, relenting for only a hit or two, but all of the others took hits in turn as we all chatted on merrily, including Nate in my lap. Virginia looked over at me as she did, and a bit boldly, she shifted to take the hit, in a way that hitched her skirt high enough to expose the V of black silk panties stretched snug over her ass. Roger grinned at me as he accepted the invitation and soon I was watching his fingers sink into and roll the soft pale skin of my wife's rump firmly enough to leave her pale skin pinkened where they'd been. I watched her arch her spine a little. She was like a cat when she was horny, and she was subtly but palpably rubbing her chest against his.
Miles came back in, then, carrying what looked like a small make-up bag. He sat on one side of matching leather love seat and Nick on the other, and Gretchen came in to sit in the snug spot in between with her hips and thighs against both men. All our seats were in a pretty close circle around a coffee table, and Miles produced a small mirror, arranging white lines of powder on it from a vial straightening them with a razor blade, first for Nick, then me, then Roger.
