Jack and Tracy had been close friends with Janet for years. Their favorite pastime together was sharing a delicious meal and good wine at Janet's, followed by a long, leisurely soak together in her hot tub. Bathing suits were always optional -- and never opted for. They loved their time together naked in the steamy water, surrounded by soft lighting and cool evening air. It didn't hurt that they were all remarkably fit and attractive for their age.
A quintessential child of the late sixties and seventies, Janet had a long, wild sexual history, about which she was happy to share stories. Tracy also had many past partners, but refused to share any details, even with Jack. Of the three, Jack had the least experience, having married young into what became a sexless marriage that spanned decades before he broke free and found Tracy. Before marrying Tracy, his sexual life consisted mainly of fantasies and self-abuse. After they found each other late in life, Tracy and Jack had a strong sex life but nothing especially kinky.
Though he never discussed it with his wife or Janet -- he didn't want to jinx his good fortune -- Jack dearly loved the sensuality and being with these naked ladies on hot tub nights. He adored how free they were showing him their lovely bodies. He loved showing his too, which wasn't surprising given his natural exhibitionism and feverish sexual imagination.
But tonight's get together presented a problem -- the hot tub was on the fritz.
"I apologize for this devasting news," Janet explained when they arrived, pouting as she gave them little kisses and hugs. Doing their best to see the glass half full, Jack and Tracy didn't let the tragic turn of events dampen their spirits, at least outwardly.
"We come to be with you, Janet. The hot tub's just icing on the cake." Tracy smiled warmly.
"Delicious icing, but still just icing." But Jack struggled to set aside his visions of their bodies, warm water dripping from their nipples.
"Fortunately, we have plenty of wine to ease the pain!" Janet pointed to bottles on the counter and to the bottle in Jack's hand.
They drank wine and caught up over appetizers in the living room, laughing and sitting close. The women looked lovely, Janet in her trademark boots and stretchy little dress and Tracy in adorable silk overalls, one shoulder exposed under a colorful gauzy shawl. Despite how well the women were dressed, Jack couldn't banish visions of them undressed.
Janet's dinner was delicious, as always. They talked happily and traded stories as they ate. Ever the gentlemen, Jack kept their wine glasses full.
The empty bottles multiplied as they moved back to the living room after dessert. Jack had been generous with his pours, which he continued in the living room. He was good at holding his liquor. Tracy and Janet were not as adept. As the evening went on the women got increasingly boisterous, hugging each other frequently. Jack readily accepted their boozy hugs.
He especially loved that Janet was getting less careful with that short dress of hers, not bothering to close her gorgeous long legs as she sat across from him. He thought she'd smiled at him once as she displayed her thighs and more to him. He probably just imagined it. She was wearing lacy black panties. He was too busy looking -- and pretending not to look -- to know if Tracy also knew the color of Janet's panties.
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They stayed later than usual, even without the hot tub session. Jack could tell Tracy was getting a little drunk. She wasn't always making perfect sense when she spoke. But Janet apparently understood her. She hung on every word, laughed, and regularly patted Tracy's knee.
As the night wore on the conversation gradually slowed. Eventually it slowed to the point where Janet's eyes closed as she dozed in her chair. It took Tracy a while to notice, given her own state.
"Look, Jack, Tracy's fallen fast asleep," she whispered. "Isn't she adorable?"
"She is." Jack thought she'd have looked particularly adorable in the hot tub.
They sat silently for a while watching her as Janet fell deeper and deeper into sleep. Eventually, Tracy decided to act.
"It's getting late. We should wake her and say our goodbyes."
"Ok, honey."
Janet seemed dead to the world, so Jack wondered how they'd make their exit.
"Here, I'll wake her." Tracy got up gingerly and wobbled over to Janet, nearly tripping over the dog sleeping on the floor.
"Hey, baby," she said softly, her hand on Janet's shoulder. "It's time for us to go and you to go to bed."
Janet didn't stir. Tracy gave Jack an inebriated smile. She tried again.
"Come on, Janet, time for bed." She gave her a little shake.
Janet managed to open one eye, then smiled.
"Oh my, sorry I dozed off." She tried to rise up from her chair but immediately slumped back down. "Ok then. Thank goodness I have big strong friends who aren't as drunk as I am."
Tracy tried to help her up, but she'd been drinking as much as Janet.
"Come help us, Jack."
"Yeah, Jack!" Janet flashed him a lopsided smile.
Always eager help -- in this case, like a boy scout gone horribly wrong -- Jack was up in a flash and got next to Janet. She put her arm around his strong shoulders and he held her around the waist. Tracy tried the same on the other side but was neither tall nor sober enough to make much difference. Jack was on his own for this, an assignment he relished.
"One, two three," he counted and on four he managed to get her upright.
"My heroes!" She tried to kiss him on the cheek but missed and grazed his ear. She missed Tracy's head entirely. Trying to get a more reliable grip on her, Jack's hand slipped up so it was just touching Janet's ample breast.
"Ok, let's get this pretty lady to bed." Tracy imagined she was actually a factor in the effort.
Jack slowly led Janet, and Tracy, down the hall, Janet professing her love for them the whole way. Pushing the door to the bedroom open with his foot, Jack led the lurching group towards Janet's big bed. Turning, he gently helped lower her to the mattress. She fell softly onto her back, her feet still on the floor. Jack turned on the bedside lamp.
"I've got this, you two," she said.
"I'm not so sure." Tracy smiled.
"Well, we get by with a little help from our friends!" Janet smiled.
"We'll get you ready for bed, then. Okay?" Tracy asked.
"Please," Janey replied quietly, her eyes nearly closed.
They started with her boots. Jack got the left one off easily, then the right after Tracy struggled with it unsuccessfully. Janet's pretty toes, tipped with bright red nail polish, wiggled happily.
"Mmmm," she murmured.
