Hopefully you've read chapter 7 as this chapter is going to be picking up right where it ended.
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Dan and I didn't even attempt to get back to our hotel by the time our amazing threesome with Matt ended in the early morning hours. We crashed in his guest room getting a few hours of sleep before the morning sun woke us. We stopped for breakfast on the way back to the hotel and even though we were exhausted we just couldn't stop flirting and teasing with each other over coffee. The night had been amazing and we both felt that our lifestyle urges were back in full force. We made love the moment we finally got back to the room; loud, fun and passionate. I felt completely alive.
Even though we hung out with Matt by the pool several days, the rest of our vacation was spent with just the two of us in the bedroom and we could barely keep our hands off each other. When the week was over I hated to have to leave the beach but I knew home was gonna be just as fun and even the long drive back turned out to be eventful. I wore my cutoffs and rode with my feet on the dashboard driving Dan crazy all day with the view. We talked and laughed and teased until neither of us could take it anymore and we made love on a secluded picnic table at a Virginia rest stop. Virginia is for lovers after all! It was like being 17 all over again and it was exactly the same as it had been after our first threesome with Ron nearly two years ago. I couldn't wait to see where the renewed passion took us.
By our second weekend at home we had already been able to make plans with Ron to meet us at the lake house. It had been well over a year since our last threesome with him and I was ready to rekindle it! We had stopped playing together when he was in a relationship but he was again totally free and looking forward to some old times as well. We met at the lake house Friday after work and it was like we had never taken a break, we barely got out of bed all weekend! Everything felt so wonderful and natural again, these two gorgeous men knew my body so well and I theirs, this was exactly where our fantasies wanted us to be. Ron enjoyed his opportunity to join us as much as we enjoyed allowing him to. I lost count how many times we made love that weekend and by Monday morning it was nearly impossible to stop smiling as I drove to work and back to the real world again. All through the fall and into the first part of December we would meet every other weekend. We had sex in the shower, in front of the fire and even outside one unseasonably warm evening. I felt like I was Dan's personal porn star, his vixen. When the three of us weren't together Dan and I made love nearly every day. I can't imagine how it could have gotten any better. Fifty years old and I was having unquestionably the best sexual experiences of my life!
Towards the middle of December we made plans for another of our usual weekends together. I wasn't working on Friday so I was heading down by myself Thursday night to clean the place a bit and have some quiet time at the house alone. Dan was flying home from a work trip late Friday afternoon and would drive straight over from the airport while Ron was coming up from near Cincinnati and hoped to be there right after work and about the same time as Dan. I figured my guys would be tired Friday night but we were expecting snow Saturday and it sounded like a day best spent in bed.
Of course you know what they say about plans! My trip down was fine on Thursday but the winter storm had arrived about 18 hours early and by Friday morning the freezing rain had already started. I was relieved to hear Ron had left early and hoped to beat the worst of the weather and arrive earlier in the afternoon. I waited to hear from Dan to see if his flights were going okay. We stayed in touch via text but things were looking sketchy. His flight was scheduled to arrive at 545 but at 515 he was still sitting on a runway in Atlanta, clearly it was going to be a late night.
Ron had arrived safely and helped me finish up the few things I had left to do. I continued to text my husband but things continued to look bad. I sent Dan pictures as I showered to tease him and our conversation turned naughty very quickly.
"Are u gonna start without ask me?" He asked.
"I wasn't planning to," I text back, not wanting to admit the idea thrilled me!
"You should... and send me pics!" was his reply.
I sent him more pictures and avoided the topic. I wanted to do it but it somehow seemed wrong, Dan persisted however.
"U out of the shower? I dare u to walk out in just your towel!"
We teased back and forth. I selected Dan's favorite black bra and tiny g-string that left little to the imagination and sent him selfies as he waited still stuck on the plane.
"So unfair!" he text me back, "god what I'm gonna do to you when I get there, especially if ur a bad girl tonight".
I kept saying it wasn't gonna happen and gave a dozen excuses why despite the fact that the idea was making me wet just talking about it.
"Ron won't do that without you here," I challenged.
"I sent him that pic u just sent me so I'm betting he will!" Dan sent back, "and I told him it was ok". The naughty little devil emoji accompanied his text.
"No u didn't!!!!" I text even while secretly hoping he was telling the truth.
"Go ask him," he replied, "finally leaving hope to be there by 11, I love you", was his last text.
My heart was racing wondering if he was telling the truth. I knew he was okay with Ron and I playing but hearing him say it was so exciting and erotic! I also knew I wanted it to happen but would I have the guts I wondered, hell would Ron?
I could hear Ron was out in the great room or kitchen area so I figured I should get dressed and get out there too. I dressed very simply; I chose a pair of old sweats and a tank top under a loose flannel shirt that I loved. I kept the black bra and g-string on just in case, applied just a little eye shadow and nervously I headed out.
I saw Ron check me out as I came into the kitchen and immediately I wondered if he was expecting me to be wearing something less. I left the flannel hanging open and tied loosely in the front so at least he could see the tank top underneath. Ron had made a flatbread pizza while I'd been showering and it looked delicious! I grabbed a beer and we sat on opposite ends of the couch. A football game was on the tv and we talked about all the usual stuff we always did. The fact that we were are such good friends makes everything easier but tonight I felt nervous. Everything seems normal I kept telling myself. The pizza and beer did little to ease my nerves... or was it excitement?
"Dan finally is on the way," I told him, "probably gonna get here late".
"As long as he makes it safe tonight it won't be too horrible," he replied.
"Definitely," I said, "were you and him texting too?" I asked.
Immediately I sensed Ron was blushing and of course it made me do the same.
