"Holy shit," was the best I could muster. "I may have to send Bryce and Darlene away every weekend."
"Or invite them for a swim," she answered, her palm flat on my abs.
"We have to keep this between ourselves."
"Why? Darlene wants to fuck you, too. I think I could keep Bryce occupied, or even satisfied. Just so long as she doesn't hog you all to herself."
"Seriously, we can't keep doing this, no matter how much I want to."
"Like I'm the first one you've ever brought here."
"No, you aren't. But that was the best," I said, sliding two fingers over Rhonda's abs and between her legs.
"There will be more," she answered, tugging the back of my neck as she leaned up for a sloppy French kiss. "Lots more. You're going to be working a lot of fields this summer, so get used to it."
The sun was beginning to crest as I came out on the porch that next Wednesday. It had been a scorcher, up above 90 and the cool of the evening had yet to arrive. I waved in the direction of the cabin as Rhonda, Bryce and Darlene came strolling toward the house. Bryce was taller than me at about six two, getting broader and more tanned from his work. His brown hair dropped to his shoulders, settling on the straps of his tank top. He ambled behind Darlene, who picked up her pace across the gravel driveway when she saw me.
As she approached, I noticed the towel in her hand and the dust settling on her waterproof shoes. Darlene was a little fireball, plenty fit but round and bouncy. She seemed sculpted into the green sundress that flowed halfway to her knees.
"Hey, John, we're river-bound," she said with a sexy little smirk as I looked over the green sundress that promised a bounty of curves. "You must know a couple of spots we could all enjoy."
I took a quick glance over Darlene at Rhonda, who tried to look innocent, then quickly flashed me the new bikini she was rocking, high waisted black and a triangle top. As she let her dress slip back down over her, she rubbed her pussy with her left middle finger. I knew her ginger mound was already close to sopping.
"Yeah, John," she said, standing behind Bryce and Darlene, one foot already pointed at the river path. "These two went shopping in the big city last weekend while we had nothing to do here but rearrange cukes."
I stepped over to Darlene, and she quickly tugged my wrist, but with a lightness that I still felt all the way to my cock. Rhonda stepped to my other side and on tip toe, whispered in my ear.
"I know the way, but it will be even more fun with you."