Chapter One
Kate and I had been touring with Carol and Doyle for years. They lived in Seattle, we lived in San Jose. We would see them two or three times a year mostly for a motorcycle tour. While we often shared a motel room while on the road, there was never a hint of shared sex on those trips. We were very close friends, but whatever private fantasies we might have had about one another, there was never a hint that they should be acted out.
We even went skinny dipping once together at a deserted natural pond we found in the Mojave Desert. We all acted more like brothers and sisters than anything else.
It was on one of these trips that the equation changed. Half way across the United States, Carol got word that her brother was in the hospital and she had to return to Seattle immediately. We were too far from home to get her to the hospital on time. Instead, we road 200 miles and put her on a plane in Kansas City with her blessing to continue the tour and have fun. We assured her we'd try, though we weren't sure we could. After seeing Carol off, Doyle hopped on his Honda and Kate and I hopped on our well-used BMW to find a motel for the night.
We found one that allowed us to park our motorcycles outside the room, unloaded the bikes and dumped everything in the motel room. We were tired and bummed out over Carol and her brother. It had been a long hot day.
We left our bikes in the motel parking lot and the three of us headed on foot to a nearby tavern for a beer before calling it a night. The beer and cool atmosphere in the tavern relaxed us somewhat and we started to become our old laughing, joking selves again.
Kate became the center of our attention, the target of our gentle teasing and the object of our affection, but nothing overtly sexual even from me though we had been married for 10 years. She was a small beautiful woman with a body that never failed to elicit stares and double takes.
We headed back to the room laughing and grab-assing the way we always did when it was the four of us.
When we got to the room, we all jumped on one bed with Kate in the middle, propped up our pillows and laid back to watch TV. Kate complained of sore shoulders from the long ride and stressful day. She leaned forward and I massaged her shoulders.
Within a few minutes of this, she rolled on her stomach and I continued with the shoulder and back rub. Doyle offered to help out. He took over massaging her shoulders and I started working on her lower back.
It wasn't long before I told her to take off her halter top so we could do a better job. I was half teasing and half serious. No big deal. She often sun tanned her back that way in public. To this day, I think I regret that tease.
While Doyle worked his way down from her shoulders to her back, I worked my way down her little ass to her legs. She kept her legs together. It was all very sensual, but not sexual. I was clearly aroused, though. I never could touch her without getting aroused. That's why I married her. I had no doubt that Doyle was enjoying it and probably was also aroused. And the cooing sounds from Kate indicated she was in heaven. She loved massage probably more than sex.
We were all very relaxed so I suggested Kate remove her shorts. I helped her so she wouldn't have to sit up and expose her breasts to Doyle. She's no prude, but she was always pretty modest about showing herself, though she quietly enjoyed the attention her body brought her. I slid her panties off in the same motion with no complaints from her. Doyle and I remained fully clothed in T-shirts and walking shorts.
Without any signals between us, I started working my way up to her back and shoulders while Doyle moved down to her legs. He massaged the backs of her thighs, then worked down to her calves and then her feet. She loved having her feet massaged more than anything.
I couldn't resist including the sides of her beautiful breasts in my massage, but Doyle seemed to be restraining himself to a very professional massage. I watched him work back up her legs from her feet to her calves. Imperceptibly she began to move her small shapely legs apart as his hands worked higher up her legs.
By the time Doyle got back to her thighs, they were wide enough apart that he must have been able to see her pussy. But still he continued his professional massage and never once touched it. I know; I was watching intently.
We easily convinced Kate to turn over on her back. She was clearly very relaxed and trusting enough to expose herself completely naked. She was even a little turned on. Her alabaster skin was a little flushed below her throat, but her breathing was relaxed.
As soon as she rolled over, she protectively pulled her legs together and put her arms down to her sides.
Doyle kneeling at her right side continued on her legs. I was kneeling on her left massaging her front. I rubbed her pecs gently through her firm breasts, then worked down to lightly pinch her abs which she always enjoyed. I occasionally brushed my fingers through the top edge of her long dark pubic hair and I was starting to get very aroused. I was flushed and breathing heavier. Doyle was getting a very intent look on his face and was spending more and more time looking at her soft dark bush.
As Doyle worked up to the front of her thighs, Kate once again slowly parted her legs. Whether she was consciously inviting Doyle to touch her pussy, I don't know. At this point, I doubt she would have minded if he did.
Without warning, Kate's reaction began to change. Doyle was massaging so close to her pussy he must have felt her heat. I was gently massaging around her breasts. Her breathing increased rapidly and she let out a series of little grunts. I watch her abs start to contract and release several times, then she shuddered and moaned deeply in an unmistakable orgasm. As quickly as it came on, she rolled over on her side towards me in a fetal position and wouldn't allow either of us to touch her. In 10 years of loving and playful sex with me, she had never had an orgasm of any kind until this night.
