"Jessica has invited us over for dinner on Saturday night. Can we go?" Linda asked.
"I don't see why not. I think that would be great. Let's do it!" We had recently moved to this city, and in the three months we'd been here, it had been hard to make new friends. Now Linda had gotten to know someone through her tennis club, and the two of them were clearly hitting it off. I looked forward to meeting Jessica and her husband Rick as well.
When the night arrived, we drove out their place in the suburbs. Jessica greeted us at the door. She was shorter than Linda and I (we're both 5'7") with curly brown hair and an appealingly curvy figure. She hugged Linda and I both. "I'm so glad you could come. Here, come on in and meet Rick. Let me take your coats."
She ushered us into the dining room where Rick was just setting the table. I was taken aback for a second, because Rick was quite an imposing figure, well over six feet tall and very broad shouldered. You could tell this was a guy who spent a lot of time at the gym. He smiled and walked over to shake my hand. "Brian, Linda, it's so nice to meet you both. Jess has been looking forward to having you over all week. Can I get you a beer, Brian?"
Dinner was excellent. Brian and Linda had worked together to prepare a delicious meal, and the conversation was equally good. Jessica had a dry wit, and a kind of devil-may-care spirit where you were never quite prepared for what might come out of her mouth next. I could see why Linda enjoyed her company so much. For his part, Brian clearly had brains to match his size. He was intelligent, articulate and considerate, and we soon discovered that we had a shared passion for Japanese anime. Like a lot of big guys I had known, he projected a kind of calm, quiet confidence that comes from never having had to bow to anyone. Both of them did a great job of making us feel at ease and welcome, and we were soon chatting and laughing as if we had known each other for years. After being somewhat friendless for the past few months, it felt great to be making social connections, and I hoped that this dinner would be just the start of a continuing friendship, not just for Linda and Jessica but perhaps for all four of us.
After dinner, we continued to sit around the table chatting. Then Jessica got a mischievous glint in her eye. "Why don't... we all go for a soak in the hot tub? Would you like to? It's such a great way to relax."
"We'd love to," I said, "but we didn't bring bathing suits."
Jessica laughed. "You don't need them. We never wear them anyway. Is that ok? Trust me, once you're in the water, nobody can see you below your neck anyway. What do you say?"
I glanced at Linda. She met my eye and shrugged. "Sure, why not? I'm game." Linda has always had an open mind and a more adventurous spirit than me.
Jessica turned to me. "Brian, are you in?"
I laughed, "If Linda is up for it, I won't say no. A soak in the tub sounds lovely." I admit, it seemed a bit bold to be going for a naked soak with a couple we had only just met, but the whole evening had been so enjoyable so far, I would have hated to put a damper on it by refusing an offer like that. And I confess to having a bit of curiosity about what Jessica's curvy body might look like underneath that print dress.
Rick led us out to the deck while Jessica went to fetch some towels for us all. "You can undress here and just leave your clothes on the deck table," he said. "Don't worry, our yard is very private. Nobody's going to see us over that hedge."
Linda was already unbuttoning her blouse. Not to be the rotten egg, I hurried to pull off my golf shirt and started pulling off my socks. It was a warm night, but once I was naked, the slight breeze made me very conscious of my sudden nakedness. I looked over at Linda who had already peeled off her panties and was just undoing her bra, her only remaining article of clothing. Then I glanced at Rick. He had his back to me, and was just stepping out of his boxers. I could tell before that he was quite muscular, but his broad back and narrow waist spoke of a lot of hard effort at the gym. You don't typically see that kind of definition on a man in his thirties. I was proud of how well I had stayed in shape over the years, but I had more of a lithe runner's physique, and but certainly not the kind of bulk that Rick had now revealed.
Then he turned to face us and I nearly gaped. His front was as ripped as his back, with well-defined pecs and abs, but that isn't what took me so off guard. Between Rick's legs hung the kind of cock you only see in porn, and even rarely at that. Even limp, it hung halfway down to his knees, and Rick was a tall man. His pubic hair was all shaved, in fact, he was pretty much devoid of body hair in the way that a lot of body builders are, and that made the size of his cock all the more conspicuous. It took me a few moments to realize I was staring. I looked away, and desperate to fix my eyes on something else, I looked at Linda.
She seemed completely unfazed, as if she hadn't noticed... but how could she not? If she was surprised, she was hiding it well. I resolved to do the same. But already my mind was questioning if I had really seen what I thought I had, and I had to look again. Rick was just folding his shirt and pants into a neat pile on a deck chair, so I hoped he wouldn't notice me taking another look. Sure enough, there was that prodigious cock, swaying slightly with his movement. How long must that thing be? It had to be at least 8 inches, but it could have been more. I couldn't help but wonder how much bigger it would get if it were hard. I'd only meant to take a quick, covert glance, but now I was full on staring again.
Jessica arrived in time to save me before Rick noticed. "Here are your towels. Bring them with you, it's good to be able to dry off before you walk back across the lawn." She and Rick stepped off the deck and led the way to the hot tub at the back of the yard. Even from behind, I could see Rick's long cock swinging between his legs as he walked. For her part, I also noticed that Jessica had a nice round ass, but I had to admit I still preferred my own wife's slender frame, narrow hips and firm buttocks. However, Jessica's breasts looked like a hefty handful. Like Rick, she didn't seem to be at all self-conscious about being naked.
Rick and Jessica lifted the cover off the hot tub and we all climbed in. Linda and I found a comfortable place to sit next to each other, and Jessica hit a button to start the water jets. As Jessica had said, once we were in the tub, we were basically concealed again from the neck down, though in her case her buoyant breasts were showing their tops a little bit and bobbing pleasantly in the turbulence.
Conversation resumed and soon we were all chatting together happily. I could tell that Linda and Jessica really got along well, and even though they had only known each other for a couple weeks, I could already see that their senses of humour were starting to click and play off each other. I felt happy for her that she had finally found a new friend here. Rick and I chatted as well, but we were really still at the earliest stages of getting to know each other.
The whole time, though, part of my mind kept returning to what I had seen. What was it like to have a cock like that? How long was it, and if it looked that big limp, how long was it hard. How did Jessica handle a cock that big? Could she fit it all in her pussy? Could she fit it in her mouth? Unbidden, my mind just wouldn't leave the subject alone, no matter how much I tried to focus on the conversation.
After a while, Jessica moved up to a higher seat so she could cool off. I now got a full view of her breasts, which were large and full. While I found them appealing, I recognized that I still found my own wife's small breasts more attractive. Linda has a slender, athletic form, and though lacking curves, it was wonderful how even in her 30s, her A-cup breasts had stayed high and firm and her stomach had stayed flat. I got a good look at her firm figure now as Linda also lifted up out of the water to sit on the rim of the tub and cool off. But even with two lovely naked ladies on display in front of me, my mind returned again to the image of Rick's impressive cock.
As if on cue, Rick chose that moment to cool off himself. He stood up and sat on the rim of the tub across from me. I made a conscious effort not to glance at his cock... but a few seconds later I did anyway. It was still hanging long and limp between his legs, so that even though he was sitting on the rim of the tub, a good four inches above the water level, his cock hung down so that the remainder of its length was still submerged in the water. Immediately, my mind began to wonder what that felt like, to have the cock of his shaft in the cool air, while the head was still immersed in the hot water. Was there just the head of his cock under the water, or was there another inch or two of shaft hidden below the water.
"Brian?" Linda's voice startled me as I realized I was unaware of how long I had been staring at Rick's cock. I looked up at her, hoping no one else had noticed where my eyes had lingered.
"What?" I asked, hoping I sounded casual.
