Island Vacation
by imaging

ISLAND VACATION CH. 13

Jen gets tempted.

Jen was still sleepy when she kissed Tim goodbye. Honestly, she would have preferred to have still been in bed this morning, but they had agreed to meet Mickey and Kate for breakfast. She had grabbed one of the new tops from yesterday's shopping trip and a comfortable pair of running shorts, giving little thought to the amount of skin that she would be showing to the morning breakfast crowd.

Forty minutes later she waved for the waiter to refill her coffee cup again, and closed her eyes, enjoying the morning Jamaican sun.

"Short night?"

Jen opened her eyes to see Kate smiling coyly at her from across the table. Somehow the four of them had been able to consume an entire breakfast without a word about the events of last night, yet as soon as the husbands were out of earshot Kate was eager for details.

"Yeah, you could say that," Kate answered, as she watched the warm coffee easing into her cup.

"Us too. You left Mickey in quite a state. Well, you left both of us in quite a state," Kate laughed.

"Tim seemed to be hard all night. And it wasn't just him," Jen confessed. "I don't ever remember being that aroused."

"Well, he's probably never had that much stimulation before. That was incredible, Jen. I'm getting wet thinking about it," Kate whispered.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I've been so turned on for the last few days and then hearing about what you did - and imagining it... well, it was just too much. And then Tim. I would have sworn that he hadn't had sex for a month. We were hardly in the room before he had me spread wide, pounding away. That's not how we normally do things. But it was exactly what we both wanted. Or needed."

"That was the first thing we noticed when we started playing with other people." Kate swallowed the last piece of her toast. "At first you just think about sex with other people. And that's great! But it's a lot more than that. What we do with other people is like some kind of supercharged foreplay for us."

Jen nodded, feeling yet another rush between her legs. "I don't know, it was like we were doing something 'naughty'. It just seemed to bring something out in me that I've never quite felt before." She paused for a second before adding "I guess I finally came to terms with being 'naughty'. I think I like it. I know Tim does!" She laughed as she said it, already missing him this morning.

"Naughty? Oh sweetheart, you left naughty a long time ago with that display last night!" Kate smiled. "I 'came to terms with it' a while ago now, and I know I like it, and so does Mickey. At this point, it's become a part of who we are. Not all the time, of course, but whenever we can."

Jen nodded. "I haven't given it a lot of thought, but obviously this all ends in a couple of days for us. I can't even imagine doing this at home."

"That's why this place has become so special to us," Kate replied. "We do a little in the States, but only when we're traveling. And we have been known to take a trip now and then just to play."

They were interrupted by the waitress, retrieving their empty plates and offering another serving of coffee.

"I think we're good, thank you," Kate smiled at the waitress. "Jen, we should probably move this conversation somewhere else. Are we still doing something this morning? I really didn't plan anything in particular. We're basically packed, so we won't need much time to get out of here later."

"Honestly? I'm feeling sort of lazy today. Lack of sleep, I think." She found herself grinning again.

"Lazy morning it is then. How does the hot tub sound?"

*****

Tim didn't feel like playing golf. He couldn't get the images of the last 24 hours out of his head. They continued to play in some sort of continuous loop; each complete with every detail of the moment: Jen standing, nearly naked in the fitting room doorway; the dark hands on his wife; watching her on her knees, parting her lips to take Mickey's cock; Kate caressing her; the view of Kate looking up at him from his dick; and his wife masturbating in front of the entire resort! He could feel himself getting stiff again.

He knew that Mickey had been talking. He always was. But suddenly he became more acutely aware of the silence. He looked at his friend to see Mickey looking back at him, smiling.

"So, I think I can guess where you've been for the last few minutes," he chuckled.

Tim knew better than to deny it. "Yeah. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, so it's hard to focus."

"I don't think it's the lack of sleep." Mickey teased, "I think it's what kept you awake that has your attention. To tell you the truth, Kate and I didn't get much sleep either. Your wife is a very hot woman, and you are a very lucky man!"

"I still can't believe she did that."

"Well, she wasn't the only one having fun yesterday."

Tim nodded. "I know, but..." He paused, not only because he couldn't find the words, but because he wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to say.

The taxi pulled up in front of the entrance to the course, interrupting their conversation. Mickey paid the driver as Tim pulled their clubs from the back of the small car.

"Is that regret that I'm hearing?" Mickey asked as the car pulled away. "Are you upset by what she did?"

"No. Not upset. Just surprised. Really surprised. I would say 'shocked', except that everything has been so different this week. The Jen you know is not the Jen that I've known for all these years."

"Well then," Mickey flashed that familiar salacious grin, "I'm glad that this is the Jen I met!"

He began to pick up his clubs when Tim stopped him. "Listen, do you feel like another cup of coffee or a drink in the clubhouse before we go?"

"What's the matter," Micky teased, "Your wood not quite up to another round?"

*****

Jen slid into the hot tub, naked, allowing the warmth to surround her. She faced the sliding glass door, opened to Mickey and Kate's room. Her head filled with memories of what she had done there just a matter of hours before. She could still smell Mickey and nearly sensed Kate's touch on her exposed skin. The memories were almost palpable. She knew that she should have felt shame for what she had done but she didn't. In fact, the only emotion that she felt was a desire to do it all over again. All of it; from the dressing room at the store to the floor of the hotel room to the beach and everything that followed once she had Tim alone again back in their own room.

She could feel herself getting wet at the thought. She wondered if given the exact same set of circumstances she would do the same things again. Probably not, she thought. There were other paths she could have taken, other urges she could have indulged. Who knows what she might have done if she had been just a bit bolder. She was aware of the soft voice deep in her psyche that reminded her that she would be home in a couple of days. She chose, instead, to allow herself to hear the other, louder, more insistent voice of her own desire. After all, it reasoned, they would be returning to the real world soon enough.

"Topless, I see! Attagirl!" Kate moved through the doorway, dropping her top easily as she stepped up and into the hot tub. "Keep an ear out for the door. I ordered a pitcher of Mimosas. And don't worry, I'll behave myself when he brings them. If I have to!"

Jen figured there was no reason to correct her friend as she watched her carefully. She admired her confidence. Sexuality seemed to ooze from her. Of course, the fact that she was physically stunning, regardless of age, played a part in her sexiness, but it was more than that. She knew what she liked and wasn't afraid to express it. And her husband seemed to be completely turned on by it.

"Can I ask you a question?" Jen realized that the request was ridiculous. Kate was an open book, only too happy to share every detail of her life and choices.

"Of course." Kate laid her head back against the edge of the hot tub, allowing the warm bubbles to reach her long neck.

"Why isn't Mickey more jealous? I mean, aren't most guys more territorial about their wives? He actually seems to like it when people notice you or when you... um... you know." She struggled for words that were less direct than what she was thinking. She needn't have bothered.

"You want to know why me fucking other guys turns him on."

Jen was startled at the word. "Yeah. I guess that's it."

"Does it turn Tim on, too? Not me, I mean. You. Did it make him hard to see you with the guys at the store?" Hearing another woman talking about her husband's penis sounded strange to Jen.

"Yeah. It did," Jen said, remembering his stiffness grinding her from behind as the clerks groped her. And you saw him when we left here after... you know."

Kate laughed. "Yeah, I'm still surprised he was able to get his shorts over that thing."

"And that was pretty much how he was all night. And it wasn't just him. I can't ever remember being that wet, especially for that long."

"Well, I hope you did something to help each other out."

"Just about up to the minute you saw us this morning," Jen replied.

"Well, after that show last night, I would think so! Mickey and I needed two more rounds ourselves!"

"Hello! Good morning! May I come in?" The voice called out from inside the hotel room.

"We're on the patio," Kate called back. "I left a note on the door asking them to just come straight in. I was afraid we wouldn't hear a knock."

A tall young man with a serious expression and a large tray stepped out of the room into the morning light.

"Good morning, ladies. Where would you like me to put this?"

"Um, let me show you," Kate teased, winking at Jen. "Oh, you mean the tray?" she said with mocked surprise, "You can put that right here." She patted the side of the hot tub where the wide ledge provided an ideal space for the drinks. She leaned forward as she did, which caused her large breasts to rise above the surface of the water. Jen watched as the man both tried to look and avert his eyes at the same time. They fell on her and she felt herself suddenly sitting straighter, moving her breasts closer to the surface.

They giggled like schoolgirls as the man quickly finished his work and retreated from them. Kate poured them both a drink from the pitcher and then settled back into the warmth of the swirling water.

"The honest answer to your question is that I don't know. I just know that he likes it." She paused for a minute before continuing. "I guess when I think about it, I used to wonder that, too. But when we first started it just all sort of happened. I don't think we thought about it that much."

"Thinking about it confuses me," Jen said. "If I just do what I want to, it feels good, he's happy, and we're having fun. But then I start to wonder about things, you know?"

"Guilt?"

"Yeah, some of that, maybe. But I don't think so. I mean, I'm not cheating. Other than the barn Tim has been right next to me for all of it. I think more about why we like it. And I wonder if being normal will ever be enough for us again when we go back home."

"Normal?"

"Yeah, you know, Friday night sex, familiar routine, something special on his birthday, like everyone else does."

Kate laughed. "You mean like you think everyone else does."

"I guess. I mean it's what my friends do."

"Let me ask you a question. Are you going to go home and tell your friends what you did last night?"

"Of course not!"

"Are you going to mention letting a couple of strangers feel you up in the store or playing with yourself on the beach?"

"No."

"And here's an easy one. Are you going to tell them how hard Tim gets when he watches you touching another woman?"

Jen felt herself getting irritated.

Kate continued. "Here's my point. Very few people tell their friends about what really goes on in their bedrooms, especially if they're doing something that other people don't consider 'normal'" You don't know what other people do, and you don't know what turns other people on."

Jen shrugged and nodded, "I suppose that's true."

"Think about it. You didn't even know what turned you and Tim on until a few days ago. Or maybe I should say that you've learned something else that turns you on."

"And that brings me back to my question. Seeing how hard he gets when other men look at me..."

"And other women," Kate interrupted.

Jen blushed. "Okay. It just seems unusual to me. But then I see you and Mickey and obviously it works for you."

"He loves watching me with other people and I love having others see and admire me," Kate smiled as she thought about it. "And he's my favorite audience. Whether he's there or not!"

"See that's another thing. Doing stuff when he's not there." Jen stopped herself before she finished her thought.

"It didn't start like that." Kate played with the condensation forming on her drink. "And when we first began we would have never imagined that things would have developed that way. But, like you've been finding out, you don't really know what you like until you find yourself in the middle of it."

She took a slow sip of the mimosa. "Mickey and I were both a little shocked to find out how much we liked seeing other people have sex. And when we decided to let someone else peek at us we both knew that we liked that even more. Somewhere along the way, Mickey told me that he didn't care if people saw him or not, but nothing made him hotter than when people looked at me."

"He told you about that night in the drive-in. There were a lot of nights like that. Just letting guys watch. Sometimes he would stay back a little so it looked like I was alone. I would tease strangers and expose myself a bit. Honestly, back then I was just wearing clothing that was sexier than anything I normally wore, so it felt pretty scandalous. Looking back on it, I wasn't wearing anything that other women were, but it was a big step for me, letting me see my cleavage or some extra thigh."

"Yeah, I can relate," Kate nodded.

"Mickey remembers everything. It's like he has some kind of hard drive in his brain that remembers every tiny detail. And he wants me to remember them, especially if he's not with me so that I can tell him everything when I get back. But my mind doesn't usually work like that. I remember bits and odd pieces. Smells, colors, a specific reaction to being touched in a certain way. But there a few things that I remember like they happened yesterday. I think they're mostly the times that things move up a level.

Jen caught herself counting every time she had "leveled up" over the past few days. "Yeah, I've had a few of those this week."

"And sometimes," Kate continued, "they scared me a little." She paused, sipping her drink. "One of the first times I crossed a new line we had flown halfway across the country for a wedding. My sister's girl. At some point, we wound up with a little free time and Mickey decided that since we were so far away it would be safe to play one of our little games. I still made him drive an hour away to be sure no one from the wedding party would see us."

"We went to a mall of all places. In the middle of the day. When we got out of the car, Mickey went to the trunk and pulled out a shopping bag. Turns out that he had a little wardrobe picked out for me. It was nothing but a blazer, a pair of thigh-highs, and some tiny panties. To this day I don't know how exactly he talked me into it. Truth be told, he didn't need to do much convincing. I wanted to. In spite of my brain screaming that "good girls" don't dress that way.

"Did anybody see you?" Kate knew they had or there wouldn't have been a story, but she really wanted details.

"Oh yeah, they saw," Kate laughed. If I stood up straight they could see my ass. If I pulled it down my boobs nearly popped out the front. One guy followed me around for a half hour. And then there was the shoe salesman!"

"Like the old days, when they sat in front of you?"

"Well, I hate hearing them called 'the old days', but yeah. Let's just say he was very attentive." Kate took another sip of her mimosa. "The point is, after that day, I didn't really think that much about exposing myself. I liked it, Mickey liked it. So why not?'

Jen nodded. Why not, indeed, she thought.

"Then one year we flew down here for our annual week. I was so excited, thinking about spending a week with no clothes, and making Mickey hard teasing other guys. We don't do any of this around home, so I had this energy all pent up. Then everything got messed up for the trip. We spent the entire day in the airport, one delay after another. They finally sent us to Miami to catch another flight, and there was another problem there. Anyway, we finally got down here and it was so late that I was sure we'd be getting a hotel room near the airport for the night. But a driver was waiting for us. Mickey asked if there was any chance we could find something to eat because we were starving.'

She lowered herself deeper into the water, resting her head on the padded ledge, closing her eyes as she continued. "He took us to some little place that smelled delicious but looked terrible. I told Mickey I didn't want to go in, but he insisted. I was sure we were going to be one of those stories you hear about on the news. You know, the tourists who go to the wrong place and get robbed, or raped, or killed. But when we walked inside people greeted us like we were family that they hadn't seen in years. Before I knew it we were fed and dancing and I relaxed. Then that energy was there again. "

"At some point I found myself dancing with our driver. He was very good. He even taught me a few moves!" she laughed. "Then the music got slower and I kept dancing with him."

"Where was Mickey?" Jen interrupted.

"Watching me, mostly, but he did dance with a couple of women. At one point I saw that he had taken a seat in a booth toward the corner. I led the driver over to him and the three of us sat down. When I reached into Mickey's lap I was surprised to see that he was hard. I guess that's why he was sitting," she laughed again.

"He got turned on just watching you dance?"

"Well," Kate responded with a long Texas drawl, "the dancing had gotten pretty hot. The driver had his hands all over me, and I was grinding into him pretty good."

"Really? Didn't other people notice?"

"Of course they did! I was the only white woman in the place. The rest of them seemed to have known one another for years. So I was pretty obvious but I didn't care. I wasn't going to see them again. I think the combination of that pent-up energy or anticipation or whatever you call it, combined with a couple of drinks all played a part in the night."

"So what did you do?"

"The only thing a polite girl can do when she has two men in that state on either side of her." Kate's flashed that mischievous grin that Jen had seen in the barn. "I started playing with both of them."

"Wait, you what?" Jen was only mildly surprised at her friend. "Right there?"

"Uh-huh. I pulled them both out and started to stroke them." She opened her eyes and looked directly at Jen. " I started with the driver, then moved to Mickey. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Mickey came immediately. In fact, I think he started before I even had him all the way out. He was that excited."

Jen felt that familiar warmth surge between her legs at the thought of Mickey's erupting penis.

"Ten minutes later, in some dark parking place, I had sex with the second man in my life - while a couple of others watched," Kate confessed; her eyes closed again, a satisfied smile on her lips. "And before the week was over, I had experienced my third and fourth, too." She paused for a moment before adding, "That was a damn good week!"

"And Mickey was OK with that? Did you talk about it beforehand? I mean, was there some sort of plan or signal or..." the questions poured from Jen.

"Whoa, slow down girl!" Kate sat up in the water. She looked carefully at Jen, taking her in for a minute. "Are you planning something?"

"No. Nothing like that," she shook her head. "I'm just trying to figure out if Tim is just going along with this, or if he really likes it."

"I saw his erection. Well, I did more than see it. He likes it. Trust me."

"Yeah. I know," Jen conceded. "I guess I'm still just trying to get my head wrapped around it."

"I see what you did there," Kate laughed. "The guys like it when you get your head wrapped around it."

Jen rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Mickey and I have been doing this so long now that I don't think we think about it that much. We like it. It's something we share. It gets us hot and, as strange as it must sound, it makes us closer."

"See," Jen interrupted. "That's the part I don't get. How do you 'share' it when he's not even there? And how does having sex with strangers make you closer?"

"Look, you said that when you go home this week you're not telling anybody what you did here, right?"

"Of course not"

"So the two of you will have this sexy secret that will stay between you for the rest of your lives. No matter what happens to you two over the next 20 or 30 or 40 years, you will always remember this week. It's yours. And only yours."

"I guess."

"And for Micky and me it's the same. He loves the fact that his wife does things that nobody in our regular circle of friends could ever imagine."

"Even when he's not there."

"Yep, because even then I'm doing it thinking about him. Thinking of how I'm going to tell him about it later. Knowing how hard he's going fuck me when I do."

Jen blushed at the word. She filled her glass again as Kate continued.

"And, no, we never really discussed it beforehand. I mean, we talked about it while we were having sex, but it was just fantasy talk. You know, 'wouldn't it be hot if... whatever happened?'"

Jen nodded, immediately thinking of the two men on the beach, and how she and Tim replayed that event in their minds as they had sex afterward. And the further discussions that came out of that session.

"I guess it planted the idea. So when the circumstances presented themselves, it just sort of seemed natural to let it flow."

"Was that down here, too?" Jen asked.

Kate nodded as she sipped her drink. "At this very resort, in fact. Right over there." She pointed to the building that Tim and Jen were staying in."

"So it wasn't in a bar or the back room of a store?" Jen teased?

"No. It took a while to get to that point," Kate laughed. "But it was just as hot."

"She sunk deeper into the water again before continuing. "I had wanted to get a spa treatment while I was here. One of those fancy scrubs that I wouldn't dare pay for at home. And here, of course, they're three times as expensive, so I decided not to do it. Micky said I should. After all, we were on vacation. Well, I put it off, still not sure, and by the time I tried to reserve something there were no spots left during our stay."

"Later that evening I mentioned it to a couple we had met, just in passing. Simple small talk that you make when you don't know people that well, you know."

Jen nodded. She thought about how far their "small talk" with this couple had come in just a few days.

"It turns out that she was some sort of amateur 'masseuse' and suggested that she would be happy to do it for me. All I needed to do was buy the materials. So we arranged to do it the next morning while Mickey played golf."

Jen giggled. "It seems like a lot of things happen to you when Mickey plays golf!"

"Maybe that's why he's gotten so good at it!" Kate laughed.

"Anyway, the next morning I went to their room. I was a little surprised to see her husband there. She said that he could leave, or if I would prefer they could do a four-handed massage."

"This sounds like one of those bad late-night movies," Jen observed.

"Yeah, I know, but it really didn't feel like that. They left it completely up to me. I sensed no encouragement on their part. In fact, I remember thinking that it was nice of him to give up whatever his plans were for the morning to do that. So I agreed."

"Were you hoping something would happen?"

"Honestly - you're going to think I was naive - it never crossed my mind. They didn't come across that way. I've had men give me massages in the past and there was never anything sexual about them."

"Really? I can't imagine letting a guy do that." Jen paused for a moment before adding, "Well, maybe now I could."

"And if you went to a respectable spa expecting something to happen, I can tell you that you would leave disappointed. So that's where my head was. I was going to get a sugar scrub massage. And that's exactly how it started. On my tummy, their hands working every inch of my back, legs, arms, and feet. It was wonderful."

"But that's not how it finished." Jen's statement was more of a question.

"No. When I turned over for them to do my front..."

Wait, "Jen interrupted. "Were you naked?"

"Completely." Kate slid high enough out of the water to sip her drink, then lowered herself again.

"A towel covering..."

"Yes. A small towel across the important part. But you're still pretty much out there."

Jen nodded, her mind filled with the image of Kate, nearly naked, lying prone in front of two strangers. She found herself trying to see the older woman's breasts just a few feet from her, hiding beneath the surface of the water.

"It didn't take long to realize that their touch was different now. There was firm pressure with strong hands on my back, but now it was lighter. The strokes were longer and my skin began to respond. I kept my eyes closed and just focused on the sensation. It felt sensuous, and I couldn't determine if it was just my mind perceiving it that way, or if it was their intention. But, honestly, I didn't care."

Jen wondered what Kate's hands might feel like. She could imagine them slowly caressing her thighs and tummy, teasing their way upward.

"When one of them brushed my breast, they pushed gently across the stiffness of my nipple. Part of me was embarrassed for becoming aroused. It's funny what goes through your head. I remember trying to determine if my erect nipple drew their attention, or if their attention caused it to get stiff."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, did things escalate because I got horny and they responded to that? Or was I responding to what they were intentionally doing to me?"

"Does it matter?" Jen asked.

"Not a bit, but I remember those thoughts vividly. Like maybe I was causing a problem. Or was overly aroused."

"Wow," Jen teased. "The self-assured sex goddess, Kate, was dealing with guilt. Is that possible?"

"I've come a long way since then, but yeah, in the early days I guess I had to work through some things." Kate smiled as she spoke. "But that day my brain wasn't able to think such deep thoughts. All I could concentrate on was how good it felt. At one point there were hands on both of my breasts, and they knew what they were doing!"

"So who was touching them, him or her?"

"Both of them. She was using two hands on the right one, and he was doing the same with the left. She was the one the first teased my nipple, and even when they were both touching them, she was far more sensuous about it."

Jen's mind wandered again, imagining Kate fondling her in the same way. She could feel her own nipples stiffening under the water as she studied her friend.

"From there, all pretense was pretty well gone. No more thought about scrubs or deep tissue. It was just erotic. I'm not sure when they did it, but the towel disappeared at some point. They both worked their way up each leg - so slowly - eventually getting to my crotch. But they still didn't touch my pussy. Not until I opened my legs a bit."

"I guess they wanted to be sure that it was what you wanted."

"Exactly. And by then, I wanted it!" Kate laughed again. "I remember that her touch was so light. It was almost like she was touching me without really touching me. She teased it until I thought I would scream. Meanwhile, he had moved back up to my boobs. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed every part of the sensation."

Jen spread her legs under the water, allowing the currents and bubbles to move past her own slit. She wanted desperately to finger herself, but she didn't dare.

"I moved at some point and my hand brushed him. I could feel his dick through his shorts. He was hard. At first, I pulled my hand away, but I think she saw it because suddenly the light touches went away. She started to rub my clit and put a finger right at my opening. My legs instinctively spread wider for her, and my hand went right back to his shorts. I felt him through the material for a bit. Then he dropped the shorts and I was able to wrap my fingers around it."

"She surprised me by leaning over me and taking him in her mouth. It was like I was stroking him right into her. Her breasts rubbed across mine as she did. I can still hear the sounds her lips made as she sucked him. It makes me hot just thinking about it."

Jen nodded, afraid to speak, as Kate paused for a second before continuing.

"He was so hard, and she seemed to be getting aroused by sucking him. I know I was getting hotter watching her. She stopped and asked me if I would like a taste. How was I going to say no?" Kate shrugged then slid forward to grab her drink again. Jen saw that her nipples had become erect, even under the warm water.

"He slid onto the bed and I turned my head and opened my mouth for him. He slid the tip in and just started licking it. Then I was trying to stretch to get more, so he slid it in. We kind of found a rhythm, pretty quickly. It started gently, but he was slowly picking up the pace. She moved between my legs and began to lick my pussy while he slid it in and out." Kate paused again, taking a sip and obviously relishing the memory. "I remember tasting the pre-cum. Isn't that strange? I remember the taste as clearly as anything else. And the motion. He gently held the back of my head and fucked my mouth. Mickey had never done that. And of course, what she was doing didn't hurt either!"

Jen's hand moved to her crotch. She tried to be subtle, but she had to touch herself. She thought about the sensations of Kate's tongue on her the night before, and the taste of Mickey's cock.

Kate settled back in under the water. "The woman knew what she was doing! I think I came three times in less than 5 minutes. After the third, she was fingering me gently. She looked up at him and said 'She's so fucking wet'. Then she asked if I wanted to be fucked."

"I remember the word - and the way she used it. She wasn't just asking if I wanted to have sex with her husband; she wanted to know if I wanted him to... use me. To fuck me."

She paused long enough that Jen finally spoke. "Did you?"

Kate nodded, almost as though she were back in that hotel room, reliving the experience. "There was a part of me that knew that I shouldn't, but I wanted it. All of it. The feeling of him entering me as she coaxed him. Having him inside of me, the pleasure, the experience of being shared by a couple, and even the fact that I was doing something 'wrong', you know?"

Jen knew exactly. "And did you think about Mickey?"

"Probably not as much as should have. I do remember thinking that this was even more exciting than we had fantasized about. I had never thought about a woman. But really, any thought I might have had disappeared pretty quickly when his dick slid inside of me. She was right. I was fucking wet," Kate laughed.

"He moved between my legs, pulling my ankles into the air so that he had the angle he wanted. She actually took his dick in her hand and pushed it into me. I thought I would cum right then. We moved from one position to the next, and each one felt better than the last. By the time I was on my knees, he was pounding me hard from behind. I was sweating, he was panting, and she seemed to know right where to be at every minute. It started to feel like one continuous orgasm, my knees were buckling but I didn't want it to stop. She slid in front of me, lying back on her elbows with her knees spread, pushing her pussy right at me. I could smell her."

Jen slipped a finger past the fabric of her tiny bikini bottom.

"I wrapped my forearms around her thighs. Mostly just to keep from banging into her. I had never done anything like that. Had never even thought about it. And yet there I was, trying to lick her while he pounded away. I don't think my first attempts at licking pussy were very good," she laughed again.

"I could give you a chance to practice again," Jen thought as she pressed her fingertip against her clit.

Suddenly she realized that Kate was looking at her with a coy smile. "Enjoying the story?"

Jen withdrew her hand quickly and reached for her drink; almost as though she wanted to prove that her hand had not been busy. She could feel her face flush.

"Don't worry about it," Kate smiled. "That memory has fueled a lot of orgasms for me over the years. You can finish if you want. I'd love to see that, or to help you."

Jen shook her head and changed the subject. "So what happened when Mickey found out?"

Kate pulled herself from the water, sitting on the ledge of the tub. "He fucked me even harder than my 'masseur'. For the next three weeks!"

*****

"So what's going on behind that serious face of yours?" Mickey was waiting for Tim at a table on the clubhouse patio with a cup of coffee and a pastry.

"Like you said, I just keep replaying yesterday in my head."

"It was hot. I'm going to be replaying that for a long time, myself." Mickey's face grew more serious as he added, "Thank you for letting us be a part of that."

"Um, you're welcome? I don't really know how to respond to that." Tim's laugh was a nervous one.

"Look, Tim, what happened to you two yesterday - all of it - is now a part of your relationship. Over the years, you'll look back on what you did and saw, and it will be a great memory. Those guys in the store, like me and Kate, will become background players in your scene."

Tim started to interject but Micky stopped him with a gentle wave.

"It's true. And it's fine. Because in the same way, Kate and I are gonna fuck each other repeatedly thinking about yesterday from our perspective. And the fact that I had some hot young woman, who only days before would have never thought of such a thing, sucking my cock while my wife took care of her man will keep us smiling for a long, long time. And only she and I will know what makes us look that happy!"

Tim laughed, thinking about how often Mickey smiled and wondering about what sorts of things he might have been thinking about.

"I think you and I are a little bit alike," Mickey said.

"How's that?"

"Seeing our wives - like we saw them yesterday - turns us on. Yeah, it's great to participate, but just seeing how sexual Kate can be, watching her when she just lets herself go, knowing how much she is enjoying herself; for me - nothing is hotter than that."

Tim nodded; the images of Jen exposed to other men, racing through his mind.

"Don't get me wrong," Mickey smiled again, "Jen's mouth is amazing, but I couldn't keep my eyes off what Kate was doing with you - and her!"

Tim's review of those mental images spun through the previous day, but suddenly shifted to what he had imagined Jen and Kate's barn vision to be like. He thought of Jen again, replaying it for him in the hotel room.

"And what about those times that you don't see her?"

"Trust me, my friend. That's not bad either!"

"But..."

Mickey cut him off with a raised hand before he ever got to his question. "You know how when you read a novel your mind creates those images of the scenes in the book?"

"Sure."

"And have you ever watched the movie version of what you've read?"

"Yeah." Tim nodded.

"And which is better?"

"The book. Always the book," Tim answered, realizing where Mickey was going.

"That's because your brain created it the way that it was best for you. The way you saw it, or felt it. Hearing her tell me about what she did is very similar. I can 'see' it as she describes it. And in my version, the guy is always better looking, the setting is always hotter, and there are no awkward moments. It's perfect."

"I guess I can see that," Tim said; although he was pretty certain that he didn't want Jen telling him about anything that she did when he wasn't there.

"And the best part," Mickey continued, "is that she is so hot when she gets home and tells me about it. It sounds strange, I know, but it's almost like she fucked them for me. Or at least for us."

"Yeah, maybe. When those people saw her giving me head at the hotel, they got a show for sure. But, you're right, I can't ever remember her being that hot while she blew me. It felt amazing.

Mickey nodded, smiling again.

"But I still don't want her doing anything without me."

"Then she shouldn't. Figure out what works best for the two of you, and have fun! You ready to go hit that golf ball yet?

*****

Jen took in the view of Kate's statuesque figure, watching the water droplets form and fall around and between her substantial breasts. She took in the curve of her hips and those long legs leading back into the water. Everything in her wanted to feel the warmth of that skin and explore her softness. She raised her eyes to meet Kate's eyes and saw the older woman smiling back at her.

She could feel her heart pounding and was certain that Kate would have seen it, too, had her chest not been hidden by currents in the tub. She wondered what her friend smelled like, and wanted nothing more than to bury her face between those beautiful legs. Her breath was short and she felt the moisture move into her mouth. All she could think about was tasting Kate, and knowing the taste of another woman. She leaned forward, almost involuntarily, feeling her legs pushing her away from her seat.

It was time.

She watched Kate raise an eyebrow with an unspoken question as she pulled away from her side of the hot tub.,

Suddenly Mickey's voice rang out from the room. "Kate? Are you here?"

Jen reversed her course, falling back into the molded seat, feeling a rush of both frustration and guilt as Mickey appeared at the patio door. She had done nothing wrong, but that was only because of Mickey's untimely appearance. She scolded herself for nearly breaking the agreement that she had made with Tim.

Mickey beamed at the sight of his beautiful, naked wife standing in the tub. Jen knew that he was instinctively aware that she, too, was nude under the water.

He quickly found his way to the edge of the tub, dropping his eyes and smiling as he took in Jen's naked form. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise? And it's not even my birthday," he laughed.

"Mickey," Kate's voice was both scolding and playful. "Behave yourself!"

"Oh, all right. If I have to." He turned to head back to the room. "Be right back."

Jen's mind was a flurry of disconnected thoughts. Should she leave? If she stood she would be completely exposed. Two minutes ago that hadn't concerned her. A threesome? The thought made her blush and feel guilty at the same time. Where was Tim? Maybe she needed another drink. Would it have been so bad if she had touched Kate?

Mickey appeared in the doorway again as she tried her best to rein in the chaos in her mind. "Tim will be right over. He went to your room so I called to let him know that you're over here."

At the mention of his name, Jen only felt guilty.

Kate had settled back into the tub. "What happened to your golf game?"

"Let's just say that Tim was a bit distracted this morning, so we decided there was no point in throwing away good money to chase lost golf balls."

"I really should be going." Jen finally found her voice. Guilt was wrestling with desire. She knew that she didn't need to feel guilty. She had done nothing wrong. After all, you can't be responsible for every thought that pops into your head. But if she stayed, she knew that the pulse between her legs was only going to grow. Her imagination was still firing, and the presence of Mickey only provided more options. At least that's what her lust was telling her. She didn't want to stay long enough to find out whether guilt or her desire would win. She had to go. "After all, don't you have a flight to catch?" She started to stand but found her knees were weak.

Mickey shook his head. "That's not for hours. We're packed and ready. Besides, Tim is on his way here now. So, what did you girls get up to this morning?"

"Not much," smiled Kate, lowering herself deeper into the water, swirling her drink in her hand. "Just flashed the room service guy and talked about massages."

For once, Mickey was slow to pick up on what was happening. "Oh, Jen, if you want a massage, don't mess with the spa here. There is a woman in town that is amazing. Best deep tissue I've ever had. I'll look her up for you."

Kate just looked across the water at Jen and smiled.

The knock at the door was faint, but Mickey heard it. "That must be Tim."

Suddenly Jen's mind was clear. Her heart calmed. She knew exactly what to do next.