More Heat Than the Sauna Day 2

Earlier in our marriage, my wife and I had more than a few encounters that crossed the line of monogamy into something more. This is one of those events.

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Like many married men, I have grown to be turned on by the idea of my wife giving in to desire and lust and engaging in illicit acts with other women and men.

My wife, Kathy, is objectively gorgeous. Four kids have done nothing to mar the beauty of her youth. If anything, she is hotter than ever.

Standing 5 foot 3 inches, with long dark curly hair and a sexy shock of white spreading out from her temples like Madelyn Kahn in Young Frankenstein.

Her body is tight from exercising and playing sports, with lovely C cup breasts. Her ass and hips are lovely and shapely. Her face is gorgeous, with luscious lips and brown eyes that beam out love and desire when we make love.

She is perfect and her sexy energy grows more alluring every day.

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After the events of the previous evening (read More Heat than the Sauna) Kathy and I slept soundly into the morning, waking around ten o'clock and slowly rousing in the privacy of the bunkhouse.

As we got up and about, I turned to Kathy, asking, "so... last night was crazy, right?!"

She chuckled with a slightly nervous tone, "Yeah... like, crazy, crazy." Kathy appeared to reflect deeply and asked, "are you...like, I never thought something like that...are you mad? Do you still love me?"

I could see the worry reflected in her gorgeous brown eyes. "God yes, Hon," I quickly reassured her, "I mean...it was totally unexpected..." I said, recalling the events of the night before, "but you were incredible."

The scene of my gorgeous wife's seduction by my best friend and his fiancé and our subsequent lovemaking replayed in my mind's eye. "I honestly couldn't believe what I saw at first, but your arousal and pleasure were undeniable, I wouldn't change a thing. You were incredible," I repeated, not quite sure how to put my feelings into words.

Kathy's relief was palpable, "so, you still love me? You...you don't think I am a slut?" she asked.

Taking her into my arms, I gave her a deep kiss. Looking into her eyes I said, "I love you. I will always love you." Her lithe form melted into mine with relief as I held her close.

"You are a slut, though." I teased. "You're my slut."

Smiling playfully, Kathy pulled back and gave me a light punch in the arm. "Damn straight, Buster! Don't forget it." she teased back.

We left the bunkhouse and saw Al and Meg sunning on the dock. Waving down to them, we made our way into the main house to find breakfast.

Once we were alone and eating, I still wanted to be sure Kathy was doing well. I knew all too well we were both processing the reality of what had occurred in the sauna.

"Are you ok after last night? I mean... I could have stopped it... You were so turned on. I found it so sexy when you just switched on with no inhibitions, letting your desire take over... are you upset I didn't stop things?"

Kathy sat pensively for a few silent seconds, chewing her thoughts as well as her breakfast. Finally, she looked up with a bemused expression. "Honestly, no. I can't blame you at all. I mean..." she suddenly started laughing, "I was literally begging for it!" Kath and I laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all.

"Holy shit, you totally were!" I said in between guffas.

Once we caught our breath, I said, "it really was unbelievably hot seeing you like that. I mean... just wow..." Probing further I asked, "do you think you would enjoy doing more of that sort of thing?"

Kathy took a deep breath and said, "I never even considered being with another man before last night... everything developed so... naturally..." she trailed off letting out a nervous chuckle. "It is a good thing that Meg and I are on birth control."

"Yeah, that thought crossed my mind too," I agreed.

"To be honest, I get butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about what happened," Kathy admitted.

"Good butterflies?" I asked.

"Mm... yeah," she replied with a sheepish grin. I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss while running my hand up her thigh towards the source of her 'butterflies.'

"So, you wouldn't object to the possibility of having more 'fun' with Al and Meg? They may think that this vacation is now game on for adult rated shenanigans," I suggested.

Kathy let out a nervous laugh and said, "let's just see how everyone one else is doing. I mean, I feel pretty good about it, Hell! It was one of the best experiences I've ever had..."

She looked up at me intently with her eyes wide, a blush spread across her lovely face, suddenly realizing what she had just admitted; one of her greatest sexual episodes was now not exclusively between her husband and herself but also two of our best friends.

I smiled, reassuring her saying," yeah, you are right. Meg and Al may not be keen to revisit... the sauna." Chuckling, I suggested raising my eyebrows dramatically, "let's just relax and have fun. We are on vacation, no pressure, no expectations. We'll see where things are with Al and Meg. Nothing more needs to happen."

Kath nodded, standing to head out and meet up with our friends.

"Although..." I continued, smirking, "I do recall that Meg said that today was her turn."

Kath laughed and said, "well no shit, my pussy is still raw from you and your friend, I wouldn't survive an instant replay."

"How about that?" I inquired, "Would you be ok with me giving Meg the 'fun' you had with Al?"

With a bit of surprise, Kathy replied, "you didn't last night?" Letting out a laugh, "I mean... I was a bit preoccupied... I thought you did."

"I think we were about to, but we got caught up in the show you and Al were putting on. Once Al had finished, I just had to take you back," I revealed.

Kathy took a deep breath, her neck blushing red again as she recalled the carnal heat of her uninhibited fuck with my best friend and the deep passion of our sensual reunion.

"Wow, always taking care of me, you romantic," she said, her eyes sparkling. "So, Meg didn't get to finish with either of you," she said with a sympathetic pout. "Poor girl."

Getting serious, Kathy said, "Hon... I... I don't know how I feel about watching you make love to another woman. I mean... last night, I thought you had... and I was ok with it given what happened. But now... I am just not sure. You get it...right?" Kathy intently gauged my reaction.

I nodded, assuring her, "tell you what, Hon, just like how nothing happened to you that I didn't ok, I won't do anything without your express approval. Heck! Meg won't get my cock unless you put it there yourself."

Kathy looked relieved by my understanding and softly said, "Thank you."

"I don't need anything more than you, Babe, even if variety is the spice of life, and you know how spicy I like it," I joked.

Kathy ribbed back at me, "we will see just how much 'spice' you can handle!" With that we cleaned our dishes and headed out.

Following my giggling wife back to the bunkhouse, we changed into our swim clothes poking at each other playfully like newlyweds.

Before we headed out, I scooped my sexy bride into my arms once again and gave her a deep kiss. As she sighed, I gave her a smack on her toned ass, and we headed down to the dock to sun with our friends.

"Morning you two!" Meg called out to us with a saucy, knowing tone.

Heading down the wooden steps, Kathy and I spread out our towels and stretched out, taking in some of the late morning sun.

"I wonder what wore you out so much last night," Meg asked teasingly.

Kathy just played dumb, "Must be all the fresh air."

The girls giggled softly, all four of us making tentative eye contact with one another, no one quite sure how to act.

Taking the lead, I decided to simply act normal, resolving to talk privately with Al as the day wore on. "When did you two get up?" I asked casually.

"About an hour before you, we set up here a few minutes before you woke up." Al answered.

The four of us lay back and soaked in the sun, relaxing to the sounds of the pristine lake lapping against the dock. As we lounged in silence, I took in the extraordinary sight of the girls sunning themselves beside me.

My wife was wearing a red two-piece swimsuit that consisted of a strapless tube top and matching boy shorts which hugged the contours of her spectacular derriere as though they were painted to her supple flesh. Her long, curly, dark brown hair cascaded around her shoulders and back as she lay face down, absent-mindedly wiggling her ass in the morning sun.

Meg was wearing large dark sunglasses, her straight, blonde, shoulder length hair framing her sweet face. In contrast to the innocence of her face, her body was clad in a white string bikini top, the triangular cups of which strained to contain her heavy, shapely breasts. The hint of her nipples could be seen and appeared to become more pronounced when she caught my gaze lingering. Her bottoms were a matching white 1950's low rise bikini type with the ties on Meg's inviting hips.

Looking up, I caught Al perusing the visual feast and witnessed the evidence of it causing a tent in his swim trunks. Noticing that I was also beginning to betray the product of my spectating, I rolled onto my stomach to sun my back and calm down.

Noon hour approached so I asked to no one in particular, "what's the plan for today?"

Meg suggested, "sandwiches for lunch, maybe you fellas can catch us something for dinner?"

The four of us nodded in agreement. "You want some help tidying up the place while the boys are on the lake?" Kathy asked Meg.

"Sure thing!" Meg replied as she stood and started up the steps to prepare lunch, Kathy quickly followed.

Once the girls were out of earshot, Al turned to me. "Hey man, y'know about last night?"

Putting up my hand, I gave him a confident smile, taking charge of the conversation, "save it, we will have plenty of time to talk in the boat."

Al nodded and changed the topic, "Is that a new swimsuit on Kathy? She looks stunning, like it was made for her."

"Yeah, it's new. Meg's suit doesn't hurt my feelings either, even if it is a bit old," I quipped. Giving Al a friendly punch in the arm, I turned to the stairs upon hearing Kathy call us up for lunch.

The four of us settled in the sunroom, eating slowly and enjoying the lazy vacation vibes.

Feeling nature's call, I excused myself, headed outside and trekked to the outhouse.

As I exited the spring-loaded door of the outdoor commode, I nearly jumped out of my skin seeing Meg standing right in front of me.

"Hey, big fella!" Meg greeted me with a mischievous smile.

"Hello to your sneaky self," I said returning her smile and matching her energy.

Thinking the exchange was over, I moved to pass Meg heading back to the house.

As I slid past her on the steps, I felt her hand rub down my forearm and grip my wrist.

Turning back, I noticed her breasts heaving deliciously before meeting her eyes. We stood like that silently for a moment as I saw fear, hurt and hope reflected in her pale blue eyes. Her quickening heartbeat thumped through the hand holding my wrist.

Softly, she spoke, "I... l wasn't kidding... like... like last night... after Kathy and Al, and everything. I wasn't... joking about wanting my turn." Her voice was almost at a whisper as she nervously forced out the last words.

Understanding dawned upon me and I gingerly took her hand in mine looking softly into her eyes. I knew this was a delicate moment that needed to be handled carefully.

"Meg..." I breathed softly, sensing her tense up.

Carefully, I choose my next words. "I... I, truly would love to do that." The hurt and fear melted from her eyes as hope was joined by hunger.

"Yeah?" she said with growing confidence, "you do?"

"Most definitely..." I answered forcefully, yet leaving a pregnant pause. Meg's breasts lifted in time with her excited breathing, her pale blue orbs never losing mine.

Thinking that we had better get control of the situation before it gets out of hand, I looked down, drinking in Meg's succulent bikini clad anatomy and gently caressed the left curve of her abdomen.

Without looking up, I continued, "If it were my right...," I say as I look up to drink in her eyes again, "I would take you in a manly fashion."

Meg's eyes shone brightly as her lips spread into a broad smile. She giggled at my old manner of speech and nodded as she got my meaning. "Kathy..." she began.

"Kathy, yes," I finished for her. "Last night, things got a bit crazy, and Kathy, even though everything that happened, happened..." I explained, "she isn't sure about all this, now that we are out of the heat of the moment."

Nodding slowly, Meg put on a flirty pout, "but it isn't fair that she got all the fun!"

Looking her dead in the eye while brushing my fingers along the underside of her right breast, I agreed, informing her, "True, but I promised that the only way I am going to get inside... you... is for Kathy to place me there herself."

"Ooo sounds fun!" Meg said as my fingers elicited a delicate shudder in her.

"Yes, it does, and I can't wait for you to beg her for it," I agreed.

Meg's breath caught in her throat as her desire wrestled with the new information. "Ok, challenge accepted." she said as she reluctantly moved away towards the outdoor lavatory.

"What does Al think about all this?" I asked, beginning to turn away.

Meg laughed out loud, "he is a lucky pervert!"

Chuckling to myself, I made my way down to the house.

The entrance closest to the outhouse is on the opposite side of the house, so when I joined Kathy and Al in the sunroom everything appeared as it had when I left.

Only knowing my wife as well as I do, did I detect her slight hesitance to meet my eyes and the receding flush of crimson still evident on her delicate neck.

Acting as though I didn't notice anything, I settled in next to Kathy and we chatted casually until Meg returned to sit next to Al, leaning back onto him comfortably.

After relaxing lazily for a while, I stood, clasping my hands together sharply saying, "dinner isn't going to catch itself!"

Snapping out of his doze, Al slowly got up and gestured, "to the boat!"

Gathering our fishing gear, donning our hats and throwing a six-pack along with a handful of water bottles into the boat; Al and I headed out on the labyrinth-like lake in search of a suitable fishing spot.

After three-quarters of an hour we had caught our first three-pound bass off the shore of a rocky island covered in stunted blueberry bushes, and we settled in to capture the rest of our dinner.

I noticed Al looking at me somewhat nervously, obviously waiting for me to reopen the topic of the previous night. I imagined that Al had all sorts of thoughts rolling through his mind, including the possibility that I may drown him in the lake while out fishing.

Anchoring my fishing rod, I lunged at Al suddenly, yelling, "FUCKER!" at him angrily.

Al nearly jumped clear out of the boat and threw his beer twenty feet over his shoulder.

Laughing my ass off, I settle back on my seat and picked up my fishing rod.

Shaking his head, Al muttered, "you're an asshole," before joining me in laughing till our lungs hurt.

"Ok, if you aren't going to kill me, can you pass me another beer?" Al asked once we could breathe normally again.

Tossing him a beer, I said, "sure, you're safe for today."

Now that the tension had been released, I brought up the topic of concern, "So, did you set that up last night?"

Al looked up with a confused expression. "Set it up?" he said quizzically. Recalling the order of events, Al blurts out, "yeah no, I mean no!"

"You were fucking Meg doggie style blocking the door to the Sauna room," I pointed out.

"Uh man, we were fooling around in the lake and Meg got me revved up, she practically attacked me outside the sauna," Al explained.

"And then you invited us in while you were hammering away at her," I said, expressing my dubiousness at his innocence.

Looking perplexed Al shot back, "I didn't invite you in, I told you to close the door."

I finished, "while Kathy and I were fully inside the building."

Al looked off the side thinking furiously, "Shit! I guess I did invite you guys in!" Sipping on his beer with a short, "huh!" Al turned back to me. "No man, there was no plan to it at all," he said, "I realize now how it might have looked, but all I thought might happen was a little exhibitionism on our part."

Nodding, I accepted Al's testimony and asked, "so how did things go so far?"

Blowing air out of his mouth, Al revealed, "I guess, well, Meg has always been curious about being with another woman," he shifted nervously, "and we sort of bring you two up in bed."

My eyebrows raised at that. "Like swinging fantasies?" I inquired.

Al looked at me incredulously for a moment before ribbing back, "come on man, you remember in high school when we made up stupid sex stories about the girls in class."

He had a point, and I couldn't blame him. Al and I had been friends since we were twelve years old. Frankly, we had shared more damning knowledge about each other than would normally be comfortable, apart from a friendship spanning those formative years.

Deciding that I had put pressure on him long enough, I revealed, "Kath and I have done the same. Not full fantasy play, but in foreplay we will sometimes tease each other about you guys, y'know, that or Batman and Catwoman."

Al chuckled at that before offering, "with all of us naked and flirting, Meg must have decided in the moment to see what it was like to kiss Kathy and one thing led to another."

"And you got to be balls deep in my wife," I stated the plain truth of it.

"You did say we were good," Al said.

Smiling broadly at him, I said reassuringly, "we are, I just wanted to make sure you didn't think you could make a move on Kathy whenever you felt like it."

"Of course, man, I get it," Al replied.

We sat in reflective silence for a while, enjoying our beer and the serenity of the lake.

"It was fucking hot!" I blurted out, slipping into youthful excitement, curious to share impressions about the encounter with my long-time buddy.

"Right, right!" Al exclaimed, "can we talk about that? I mean Kathy...she was..."

"Yes, it's ok, she really was something else, wasn't she?" I reminisced.

"Is she always like that?" Al asked.

"Is it always the same for you and Meg?" I countered before continuing. "No, she only gets like that occasionally, you are a lucky bastard to have experienced it. If I knew where the button was to get her in that mode, I would label it for further study."

"No doubt," Al agreed, "I wonder if Meg has that button."

"She seemed keen to search for it last night," I said fishing for Al's thoughts on a turnabout situation.

"She is a bit supercharged today," Al admitted with a shrug. "How about Kathy? How does she feel about it all?" he asked.

"Turned on but conflicted. She enjoyed herself and isn't upset, but seems unsure about the whole situation," I speak plainly. Revealing further, "I put the ball in her court. I may be a horny idiot, but I am not going to allow the temptation of a night with Meg blow up my marriage."

"Of course," Al acknowledged, "smart."

Having laid everything 'out on the table' we turned back to the business at hand.

Three hours later, Al and I returned to the cabin with five nice bass to clean for dinner. I thrust the task on Al stating, "you got extra lucky last night, perhaps I will clean the fish tomorrow."

Al concurred with a smirk, setting about it on the prep table built into the dock.

Climbing up to the main house, I met Kathy as she emerged out of the bunkhouse. "Hey Hon, how did the fishing go?" she inquired.