Steve had done well after his move east and become a multimillionaire. Many, many, multi's.
Kathy and I got a text from him in early June:
Got a little place on beach in Costa Rica. Quaint town w/great bar a walk away. Can u guys get down here EOM or sooner. I'll be here to 7/3 but u can stay longer. Will send jet to SNA to get u, take u back. Luv u both- Steve.
We hadn't seen him in almost a year. He'd stayed with us for three days the previous August while he was finishing up some business in the area.
We were sitting at the kitchen table in our robes finishing breakfast. Kathy smiled a lecherous smile across at me and got that smokey look in her eyes. "I'm good until August, how 'bout you?" She ran a toe up my inner thigh while taking a sip of coffee.
I mentally sorted through my calendar. "I've got a project until the end of the month and I can't leave it. We'll have from the 30th to the 7th though, so yeah, let him know. Sounds like we could do it."
"I mean," she quipped, "how can we say no. It's Steve, right?"
I took a sip of coffee and nodded my head. "Exactly. It's Steve." The smoke in her eyes said we were on the same wavelength, thinking the same thing: our first time together, the three of us.
He replied quickly, telling us to bring nothing but light clothing- shorts, short sleeves, and bathing suits. He was pretty specific about Kathy's. She had several but absolutely had to bring the powder blue two-piece.
She laughed when she read it. "He just likes that one because there's almost no pieces to those two pieces."
She was right: a couple of sky blue triangles that barely covered her nipples and a patch that did little to cover her femininity. When she walked by, men couldn't help but look. And the women they were with couldn't help but swat them on the back of the head when they did. Even at 32, she wore it well. "He just likes to watch you take it off!" I chided back.
It was a 6 hour flight, The plane was small but incredibly comfortable. "I could get used to this," Kathy said as we sat facing each other eating chicken tacos and drinking rum with whatever mixer was in the cabin.
"I'll see if finance can get one for the firm," I laughed out loud.
"Ya think?"
We landed at dusk and were pretty toasted by then. Steve was standing next to the open limo door.
He walked up to us, all smiles. "Hey guys, long time no see!" He and I shook hands and hugged warmly. "I'm so glad you could make it." He moved toward Kathy, and she toward him.
"Oh god, we've missed you!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. He ran his hands down her body, to her hips. He squeezed her butt in a sensual embrace. She was horny; a little alcohol did that to her. Steve and I looked at each other and smiled: she would be insatiable tonight.
Kathy and I sat facing him. He was facing forward. There was a cordial quiet full of nervous anticipation, sexual tension. Their eyes were locked on each other, mentally unbuttoning a blouse or unbuckling a belt. Kathy was squirming in her seat He had to periodically adjust his pants. I felt like a chaperon keeping a couple of teenagers' hands off each other.
"Diego, this is Michael and Kathy... Smith..." he said, addressing the desk clerk, "and they will be my guests."
"Si, senior Steve," he replied, "they will need keys, no?"
"Yes, ah, si por favor," he replied as he and Kathy quickly exited toward the cabanas, both laughing.
The lobby was small with a sofa and a pair of side chairs on either side of the entrance. Worn ochre Spanish tile led up to the counter, out to an atrium, a dimly lit lounge on the left, and a coffee counter on the right. A set of stairs led up to the restaurant.
I waited behind, patiently waiting for Diego to find the keys. It didn't take long, really. I lingered in the lobby looking at pamphlets and a jungle poster with captions in Spanish. Finally I picked up the luggage and headed toward our cabana.
Eight modest cabanas, four on each side, opened onto the atrium. Palms, ferns, flowering shrubs, and a creek-like water feature meandered the entire length until it drained into a kidney shaped pool. Looking out over the pool and several other water features was our cabana, the largest of the nine.
I had a good idea of what I would see when I opened the door. I set the luggage down next to the door. "Can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I!" I said in mock shock.
They were both naked, on the bed, heavily involved in a frantic 69.
Kathy disengaged his thick, fully engorged, cock from her mouth. "God I've missed this!" she exclaimed, her voice husky with lust, then went back to sucking his cock.
I started taking my off my shirt. While I did, Steve turned around, parted her legs missionary style with his knees, and plunged into her. There was no hesitation, no pause. By the time I had my belt unbuckled and pants unzipped, she was being ruthlessly fucked; there was no mercy in his deep, rapid thrusts. Her gasps and moans became cries rising in pitch and volume,
"Harder damn you Steve," she cried, "faster, oh shit oh god oh yes Steve I'm gonna cum faster harder oh god oh god it's there it's oh god..." her legs wrapped around his thighs, hips thrust up, toes curled, "I cumming Jesus fucking christ..." she pulled his head down to her titis, "bite them hard..." she quivered when he did, "cum on my titis babe..." they kissed, tongues and lips passionately probing, "... on my tits, I want you to cum on my tits."
His staccato pace kept up long enough for me to get out of my shoes, socks, and underwear. He pulled out of her and stroked himself twice. The first of his load spat onto her chin and lower lip, most of the rest in her cleavage, the last dribbles into her naval and abdomen.
Her tongue lapped at the drips on her lip. He pushed what was on her chin up to her lips. He moved her torso until she could take his cock, still dripping strings of semen, into her mouth.
"God Kathy." He said, still slightly breathless, "I've been thinking about this since you... we..."
"Yeah, me and Michael both..."
"So that was a nice quickie," I chimed in, "can I join in?" From the time I got the keys until he shot his load over my wife's tits, it had only been fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes. And now I was naked and rock hard after watching their torrid fucking.
He laughed and got out of bed. "So you want your wife back, bro?" He knew we would both have her again several times that night.
She was finger-painting her body with his cum. "Come over here lover," she said in a lusty whiskey voice, "looks like you could use a little fluffing..."
"... and it looks like you could use a wash cloth," I chuckled. Her torso glistened with shiny white streaks. "Steve, can you..."
He reached into the bathroom, "...here," and threw over a towel. Kathy sucked and stroked me slowly as I wiped the streaks off her body, bent to kiss her, slid my knees between hers, and slowly penetrated the warm, still very moist, very wet flesh. She gasped.
Her eyelids grew heavy. Our movements were slow, the strokes long, her hips meeting each thrust with languid sensuality. She pulled me down, urging my mouth onto each breast. She moaned as I sucked, bit, teased, and squeezed the soft, firm flesh. She's had her moment of uninhibited lust and sexual abandon. She wanted to make love now.
"This feels so good," she cooed." Her legs locked behind mine. We kissed, touched, caressed.
Some, perhaps most, would call it perverted or somehow deviant; there was no question about the unique relationship between the three of us. I loved her deeply and knew she felt the same. Yes, the sex was always great, sometimes like now, incredible. How I came to let her and Steve fall in love was a question none of us could answer; I doubt I could have stopped it; I'm not sure now I would have wanted it any other way. There was as much enjoyment for me watching as there was for them doing. Other men were of momentary pleasure, but Steve was different. It was always erotically exciting to watch his erect cock slip between the soft pink folds of her pussy, listen to her gasp as it happened, and hear her moans as he filled her. I enjoyed watching other men orgasm inside of her, but Steve was special. No psychiatrist in the world could figure it out, though some would probably like to try. I know it sounds like all the three of us ever did was fuck, but we's had history long before we had sex. Even with his vast wealth I wasn't threatened by sharing her with him; I never doubted for a moment that, when they were done with the sex, it would always be me she would wake up with in the morning.
Kathy increased the tempo. Her legs tightened a little tighter around my thighs. She laughed. "I thought I was gonna last a little longer..." Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, then relaxed, the tempo slowed again, the tension in her legs eased. "... nice, so nice, quick like a little electric volt in my pussy..."
She looked up at me, her eyes half closed. "Steve will be leaving day after tomorrow," she said quietly, sadly, almost as a whisper. My thrusts had slowed; the heat remained.
"Did he say what time?"
"Afternoon some time."
"Do you want to spend some time with him? Alone?" I asked spontaneously. I had never asked that before- it had always been the three of us- and wondered why I'd asked now. Maybe it was the sadness I'd just heard in her whisper, maybe it was the laughter, the sheer joy, I'd heard as they ran to the cabana.
"It's always been the three of... oh god, that feels so good, Michael..." another mini... "three of us... I don't know what you're doing right now but it's driving me... oh god oh god... oh fuck... right up a fucking wall..." another, then another.
