Our Courtyard Hot Tub

Steve's phone goes off with his wife's text tone.

"Dammit. She knows I'm driving," he mutters.

He squirms around in his seat anyway to fish it out of his back pocket.

He reads, "At the studio"

Acknowledging with a "thumbs-up", he sets the phone down on the console, shaking his head at the unnecessary communication interrupting his drive.

His meeting Cyan at their art studio was the plan in the first place, so it seems odd she would underscore that. Before leaving his appointment he had texted the meeting had run over and he was going to be later than planned, with a 45-minute drive ahead. Did circumstances change en route?

Making the turn from Poplar to 4th, he's surprised to see three vehicles on the parking pad: Cyan's SUV, an unfamiliar SUV, and a pickup truck that seemed sort of familiar. But no telling on the truck, there was nothing especially distinctive about it other than it wasn't the typical contractor white. Cyan's car he expected, of course, but Steve is wracking his brain trying to remember if he forgot a contractor discussion for the new house they're planning.

After putting the van away in the barn, Steve retrieves his phone and quickly thumbs to the calendar. Nope. Nothing on today's schedule other than the meeting he just returned from. He closes the big roll-up door and steps out of the side door toward the studio.

He hears the hot tub blower on the other side of the fenced area. Cyan must be in the tub, or about to be. But with guests? Now he's really puzzled, or, rather, intrigued.

A year ago Steve and Cyan decided they still needed "a getaway." At the time, they were licking their wounds over a resort situation gone sour. They had paid the campground owners to build a cabin-in-the-woods four years earlier, but management reneged on their side of the contract by insufficiently cleaning the cottage after renters. This particular season there were three consecutive episodes necessitating Steve and Cyan's top-to-bottom cleaning and sanitizing, taking up their entire week "of rest." The last straw was discovering feces on the walls and fixtures in the bathroom. Ugh. The whole cabin ordeal was an expensive lesson.

The new getaway was to be little more than an outdoor private space with a hot tub and maybe a small fire pit. The first plan was for the backyard of their current house, but after the fencing contractor quoted $25,000 to replace the fence with something shielding the area from neighbors' spying, they decided to maybe do something at their studio property, where the full acre and no neighbors afforded some isolation from the hoi palloi. Steve sketched a courtyard plan, and after throwing money at it, they have their vestigial space to kick back and relax.

"Cy? You there?" Steve shouts over the fence.

No answer. The hot tub pumps do make it a little difficult to hear voices from outside the fenced area.

Steve fumbles with his keys, and unlocks the front door to the main area of the studio. The room is empty, although he can't help but notice clothes strewn on the sofa. Men's clothes.

He chuckles to himself, having suspected something to this effect when he noticed the tub noise. Sort of a surprise, but not the conclusion one would immediately jump to. You see, the resort with the cabin was a nudist enclave, an adults-only campground that allowed if not encouraged sexual activity among and between guests: Steve and Cyan are swingers. Cy is evidently exercising her independence in that context.

Steve glances through the window into the courtyard and sees three heads above the rim of the hot tub: Cyan, their young building contractor Cory, and an unfamiliar middle-aged gentleman. They appear engaged in lively chatter and both men seem to be making goo-goo eyes at Cyan, so given the painfully obvious that all are nude and anticipating sex, he steps to the back of the studio to undress and hang his clothing in the area set aside for it. He grabs his lounging robe and makes his way to the door leading to the outdoor lounge area to greet his wife and her gentlemen friends.

He took too long. Cyan is now standing in the middle of the tub, bent over while Cory has taken her from behind, and she's sucking on the stranger's cock in a classic spitroast.

"Honey! I'm home!" Steve laughs in announcing himself to Cyan and the men. Both guys withdraw in panic and splash water out of the tub in their sitting down quickly to hide their erections.

Cyan leans over the rim to tender a kiss to Steve. "Hi, sweetie! You know Cory, and this is Ron."

"Uh, Cyan," Ron complains. "I didn't know we'd have an audience. Cory?"

Cory seems to be uneasy, "Sorry. Cy told me there was a risk. Hi, Steve." He reaches for a handshake, but remains seated.

"Hi, Cory," Steve accepts the greeting. "Pleasure, Ron," also making the friendly gesture to the other guest.

"Sweetheart?" Steve addresses Cyan. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

She sighs, "You had your head somewhere else when you left this morning, and I didn't want to spring it on you in a text while you were driving."

Ron is totally taken aback. "Is there a problem? Do I need to leave? Cory?" Ron rises to grab a towel and step out of the water.

Steve notices Ron's endowment and chuckles to himself. "Hey, Cy. I certainly don't blame you."

Ron's penis is thick and long, with quite a pronounced ridge on the mushroom head.

Cyan laughs.

"Guys? Relax. Ron? Sit down and stop showing-off. She can do anybody she wants any time she wants. So can I. We normally coordinate, so that's the only surprise here. Either of you want a beer?"

Cyan is appreciative of Steve's offer to the men. "Thank you, Stevie. You guys okay?" Cyan asks.

Now visibly relaxed, Cory responds, "I am. And sure, Steve! Sounds good."

Ron is still tense and wondering what the hell is going on. His hard starts to droop.

"Cy? When did you invite Cory? Maybe that's a little of a surprise to me, too."

"Last time he was here. He asked about the pineapple. I thought I told you."

There's a concrete sculpture in the courtyard, a representation of an upside-down pineapple, the understood symbol of an actively swinging couple.

"Oh, yeah. You did. As you explained it, the look on his face was 'Hmm... Interested?' and you extended an invitation."

"That's about right!"

Steve inquires, "Ah. Cor? Does your wife know? Not that I'm going to tell 'er or anything. I just don't want trouble between you two getting in the way of the work here. And you invited Ron?"

"Complicated," Cory responds.

"Shoot."

"She knows that housewives coming on to me is part of the job. 'As long as it's just sex,' she says."

"And Ron?"

"We were showering at the gym and what he was packin' blew me away."

"Yeah," Ron halfway moans. "He asked me if I fucked around 'with that thing,' he said, and told me he had a beautiful client I would like."

Steve strokes his chin in thought, "So you were already in the lifestyle."

"Sort of. Normally just among women. I get referrals."

"Must be nice. No partner?"

Ron laughs, "Like I need one? A guy's gotta rest once in a while."

"Touché!" Steve laughs. "I can guess you've had husband trouble, which explains your nervousness with me."

Ron visibly relaxes. "You know the drill, evidently. No pun, by the way."

Steve laughs at that. "Beer?"

"Please!"

"Be right back! As you were."

Everybody laughs.

Steve returns with the beverages and sets them down in the cupholders nearest the men. They have returned to their "activities" and swapped ends on Cyan; she is sucking Cory now. Her eyes get real big as Ron thrusts into her. Steve is amused.

"Hey, Cor," Steve breaks in. "So Melinda is okay with your messin' around. She up to anything?"

"She is, but we don't talk about it."

"You should. Being blunt here, you have any thoughts about playing as a couple? I'll be even blunter -- I think she's cute."

Letting go of Cory, Cyan chuckles, "No surprise there!"

"Like I said, we mess around on our own, but never talk about it."

"Want Cy to bring it up next time Mel's here with you? She can invite her in for a dip, and you and I can make ourselves scarce with the project. Would that work?"

"Coming from Cyan might be best."

"Sounds like a plan. You okay with the idea of my fucking 'er?"

"Doesn't bother me, honestly. Hell, Steve, your wife is sucking me, and as soon as Ron is done with 'er I'll be fucking 'er again."

"OHGAWD!" Ron exclaims, and grunts quite loudly with each hard thrust into Cyan.

"Already?" Steve chuckles. "And in the tub? Really?"

Ron is trying to catch his breath. "Sorry. I'm not used to being around couples talking openly about sex. It's usually just me and her... whoever her is."

Now that gets the laughter it deserves.

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Steve welcomes Cory and Melinda into the studio. "Please come on in!"

Mel smirks. "Still not sure about this, Steve. But Cor says you guys are really cool."

"Thanks! Have a seat anywhere. Wine? Beer? Chocolate milk?"

"Now he didn't say you were funny!" she chuckles. "Beer. Whatever ya' got."

"Blue Moon okay?"

"Perfect."

"Sorry it's in cans. Around water and bare feet, you know."

"Understandable."

"Cory?" Steve tries to get his attention. Hmm. It's elsewhere. Cory and Cyan are embracing and kissing. Steve glances to Melinda in curiosity.

"She impresses him is all I can say. She is beautiful, that's for sure. She ever model?"

"Years ago," Steve answers. "A little bit of magazine work, but mostly independent art photographers."

"Art photographers. Uh huh."

"You got it. Big portfolio of nude work."

"Sure has the body for it. Any magazines?"

"A couple of sleazy fetish rags too awful to keep around. She didn't have enough up top for Playboy or Penthouse. Please have a seat and kick back and relax. Let them work it out on their own."

"They're certainly doing that, that's for sure. Gawd. She's already stripping 'im."

"Is this a first for you? You seeing him having sex with another woman?"

"No. I brought my BFF home for him to fuck a couple of times."

"And you get what out of that?"

"A little bit of satisfaction."

"And a lot of guilt relief, I take it."

Mel's wearing a shocked expression. "How do you know that?"

Steve and Mel glance up to a naked Cyan leading a naked Cory out to the courtyard. Cy grabbed a couple of towels on the way out.

"Cy and I have been playing for years. Have a pretty good notion of how it all works. Does he know how much you've been stepping out on him? Like how many you're currently doing?"

Melinda is dumbfounded. "You know your shit! Damn! What else do you know?"

"That you're bi. A pretty hard bi, at that."

"You saw me and Cy together in the tub when she was proposing this date."

"By accident. And she told me, anyway. The difference between us and you guys is we share everything. That's what makes a swinging relationship possible. Hiding shit is where you get into trouble. He's told you about the housewife stuff, so it's probably time for you to come clean about the guys, and the girls. How many?"

Mel deeply sighs. "I have four sorta regular guys, three I do overnights with when he's out of town on a job. Then there's my BFF and two other girls."

"You're a swinger, Mel. Bring him into the fold. You have reservations about me, apparently."

"I don't fool around with older men."

"Not that much older. I'm 42. You're... late 20s?"

"You're right. 27."

"Not making a sales pitch here, but experience matters."

"How's that?"

"Good example is what we've been talking about. You and I have never really had a conversation before now, and I already determined that you are having lots of sex outside of your marriage, with both genders. Cory? Nice guy and all that, and he's been having his own fun, but he just doesn't have the knowledge yet to play at your level. Doesn't that bother you?"

"It does. I'd like to bring him up to speed."

"Good for you. But be careful. My first wife tried to do that and it totally backfired once I realized she had been living a double life. It had gone on way too long and I wasn't ready, especially considering that she had been gaslighting me pretty bad and then dropped the reality on me like a bomb. She suddenly wanted it to work, but any trust was totally broken. We split a couple of months later."

"Suggestions?"

"You're here, aren't you? Great first step in a comfortable setting with people you know, or are getting to know. You and I don't have to do anything but talk, you do realize, don't you?"

"But Cory is fucking your wife. Look."

"Don't have to. It's not bothering me like it isn't bothering you."

Mel sighs again, "But don't we have to balance the books here?"

"No, we don't."

"You're really an interesting guy, Steve."

"Thanks. But you're still having issues with the age difference. Not all that unusual for twenty-somethings."

"What do you want to do now?"

"I suggest you join Cory and Cyan in the tub and, frankly, get physical with both. I'll stay in here and tinker with something. I'll even close the blinds so I don't see you naked. Does that work?"

"You're willing to do that?"

"Of course. If you don't want me to intrude on your intimate life, I will respect that."

"You're so much cooler than I thought."

"Go enjoy yourself and your lovers in the tub. I'm good. Don't forget to grab a towel on the way out."

"You're a prince!"

Melinda leans across from the other end of the sofa and gives Steve a soft peck on the cheek, jumping up to go outside into the courtyard. Steve rises to adjust the window coverings as he promised.

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"Where's Steven?" Cyan questions Melinda as she strips off, leaving her clothes on the bench in the courtyard.

"He's staying inside."

"Why's that? He thinks you're really cute and would like to be with you. I see he's drawn the blinds, too. Is there a problem?"

"I wasn't all that fired-up about doing an older guy."

"He's not that old. I thought we had that talk last time you were here."

Cory complains, "You do other guys, Mel. I know you do. Why do you have cold feet now that we're here?"

"Just feelin's. He told me that you and I need to talk, anyway. He seems to 'know things'."

"He does," Cyan confirms. "He and I have been through a lot, but we're stronger for it."

Mel climbs into the tub, tendering a kiss to her husband, but sits pressing her body into Cyan's. "This is one thing you don't really know about, Cor."

"That you like girls, too?"

"Yeah."

"I sort of knew that. When you brought Allie over for me to do 'er those times, you seemed a little bit too familiar with each other. You weren't eatin' each other out or anything like that, but it came out."

"Not just Allie."

"Who, then?"

"Zoë and Gwen."

"Makes sense. You're always goin' out to Mickey's bar with 'em and you're late getting home when I'm here. I would guess you overnight with 'em when I'm on a job out of town."

"Okay, so that's not a shock. One down."

"No it's not. And whaddya mean 'one down'?"

"The guys."

"Yeah. Rick and Mitch."

"There are more."

"Who?"

"Elliott, and Chez."

"Elliott? I thought he was gay."

"Nope! The gay guys like 'im because he's got a really big cock. But he's very straight, if you know what I mean."

"So you like to fuck 'im a lot, huh?"

"I do."

"Sleep with him?"

"When I can."

"When I'm out of town."

"Uh huh."

"Mildred know?"

"She does."

"Who's Mildred?" Cyan asks. "Sounds older."

"Our landlady," Cory replies with a grimace.

Melinda admits, "She's been coverin' for me."

Cory sighs, "Of course. Is there more? There has to be."

"That's about it, I guess," Melinda muses. "Oh. There is one more thing. Rick and Mitch's parties."

"What?"

"Yeah. Mitchell will recruit guys from work."

"Fuck. Lemme guess. A party where you're the only girl. Double fuck. How many?"

"Several. I don't keep count. And I am not the only girl."

Cyan is wearing a knowing smirk. She was there when she was Mel's age.

Cory goes on, "At the same time you're telling us, as in me and Cyan, that you're not going to do Steve because 'he's old'? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds in comparison?"

"What you gonna do about it?"

"Well, for one thing, love on Cyan here even more. Here, honey." He extends a hand to Cy, which she gracefully accepts, forcing Melinda to break her hug with Cyan. They resume their gentle intercourse.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Apologize to Steve. From the sound of things you're fucking everybody on the planet 'cept him. He's a quality guy. You owe him."

"But I still don't feel it."

Cyan interrupts, "Try it, Mel. You're all wound up. I think an apology would release some of what the hell is inside you driving the attitude."

Melinda stomps out of the tub, grabs her towel, and barges into the studio.

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Stooped over the drafting table working on house plans, Steve is surprised by the sudden presence behind him.

"Something wrong, Melinda? You seem flustered. And I thought you didn't want me to see you naked."

"I'm all mixed up and confused. My head hurts!"

"Why's that? You didn't unload on Cory with everything all at the same time, did you?"

She shuffles her feet, head down.

"You did. I told you to be careful. Okay, what was the reaction?"

"A lot less mad than I thought he'd be. He more or less chased me off after my confessional so he could do your wife. Does he love her more than me?"

"Hardly. He's carrying on knowing you'll be there when they're done and that your telling him about all that stuff really doesn't make a lot of difference. You know, when two people really love each other, they understand a lot more about the other than you'd expect."

"Like you not reacting to his fucking Cy."

"I expect it of her, and know that while she likes Cory enough to enjoy his intimacy, it subtracts nothing from her and I."

"That's awfully zen of you."

"It's life as we know how to live it."

"Do you like me?"

"Yes. As Cy and Cor probably told you, I think you're cute and I would certainly enjoy special time with you. But not if you don't want my attentions. A normal guy can feel it, you know. A warm, wet hole is no replacement for a warm, accepting person."

"They told me to apologize to you."

"For what?"

"Refusing you, I think."

"That's not their business. That's yours. They didn't explain why?"

"Well sort of. I was spilling my guts about the men and women I had on the side, and they told me I was being ridiculous about avoiding you."

"Your feelings are your feelings, Mel. I suggest you fetch your clothes, get dressed, and just chill on the sofa while I work. TV remote is on the side table. Need another beer?"

"That would be nice, thank you. Lemme get my stuff."

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Steve is grinning to himself at the drawing board having heard Melinda surf through the 200-plus channels for the third time.

"I know how you feel," he softly voices to her.

"What's that?"

"We pay stupid amounts of money for streaming and there is still nothing worth watching."

Melinda laughs. "Got any porn?"

"I am so, so shocked," he deadpans, then laughs. "What's your poison?"

"Oh, I dunno. Whatcha got?"

"That laptop in the side pocket. Flip it open and select the TV from the top right widget. Open the desktop folder labeled 'Entertainment', and you'll see a list of folders by category."

"Fuck, Steve. How much shit you got here?"

"We have guests who like the variety."

She scrolls the long list to the bottom.

"Let's see... anal... BDSM... blowjobs... cunni... gangbang..." She seems fascinated as she scrolls through the list of fetish topics. "Are you kidding me? Fuck! 'Zoophilia'? For real?"

"Not your cup of tea, I take it."

"Ewww!"

"It has its fans, creepy as it may be to most. What are you in the mood for? You have something on your mind or you wouldn't have asked."

"Next folder up is 'Young & Old'. Is it what I think?"

"Yes. Help yourself. Press the 'escape' key if something's not to your liking."

"Oh! I see another one just above it. 'Us'. Is that what I think it is?"

"Then check it out. Sorting by date can be amusing."

Mel goes to the top of the list to the oldest one. She double-clicks.

"Pretty fuzzy, Steve. Audio is really bad, too. Any way to fix it?"

Steve glances around to the TV and laughs. "That's our first one, done with an old compact video tape camcorder. Technology was awful back then."

"Wooden hot tub with one... two... three... oh, gosh... must be seven guys in it. Oh! Is that Cyan? Oh my fucking God, she is beautiful!"

"She was, and still is."

"Where are you?"

"Behind the camera. It was our honeymoon. Just keep watching."

Mel is mesmerized by the old amateur porno. Steve returns to his drawing work.

After a few minutes, Mel mumbles to herself, "(Shit. Just shit.)"

"What's that?" Steve queries, grinning at her explorations of his and Cyan's earliest days running at full-throttle.

"Four. She's done four. And new guys are showing up."

"Wait for number six," Steve chuckles.

"I'm gonna fast forward."

"Oh, don't do that. Savor the build-up," he chuckles again, not even watching the on-screen action. This ancient vid is a classic for him and Cyan.

A couple of minutes later, "OH! OH! OH! This guy is a fucking horse! Impossible! And she's taking it!"

Steve quietly chuckles to himself. He doesn't need to see the screen, he's replaying the scene in his head. He adjusts his shorts to un-jam his erection from the memories.

The video ends abruptly right after the hugely-endowed gentleman pulled out of Steve's wife, both dripping his copious ejaculate.

"Amazing," Melinda gasps, having to catch her breath from the extreme visual stimulation. "But why'd it stop so suddenly?"

"Dumb luck. The tape cassettes in those cameras were only good for a half-hour or so. It could have run out before she got to Mr. Horsecock."

"Anything with you in it?"

"Yeah. 'Spinner' is a fun one."

She double-clicks.

"Ah. There's Cyan. This is recent, isn't it?"

"Year before last, at our cabin."

"She is so gorgeous. Okay. I take it you're the one filming again."

"I was."

"Now she's going to the front door. She's opening it. Oh, he's nice. I'd do him. Nice and thick. Oh, shit, that was quick! Now he's really hard and she's grabbed his cock to stroke it!"

"That was their usual 'hello'." Steve stifles a laugh. "Yeah. Every time he got within 20 feet of her, there it went!"

"Who's that behind him? Ohgosh, she is absolutely adorable! Tiny!"

"Jessica. She was a frequent fuck friend up there. I miss 'er. Wanted to bring her home, but she didn't quite fit into the suitcase. We tried."

Melinda laughs.

"There you are! Mmmm. Am I shooting myself in the foot with you, Steve?"

"I gave the phone to the guy. Only you can answer your question, Mel."

"I think we can stop. I like what I see. I don't need to watch you fuck 'er."

"Why's that?"

"I've figured-out that you are way too much fun, and with your clothes off you're eye candy, too. You still shave it?"

"Nice of you to say that. And yeah."

Mel starts to remove her top.

"Oh?" Steve cocks his head at her.

"It's pretty clear I'm missing out on somebody I'd like to spend time with. It's my turn."

"Are you really sure about that? I'm still the same 'older guy' from an hour ago."

Melinda kicks off her shorts and pads over to Steve, leaning her naked body into his side. He drops his drafting pencil in the surprise, and it rolls off the drawing board and onto the floor, the point just missing Mel's foot.

"Really sure, Steven."

"Okay. How do you want me?"

"On a bed. You have a bedroom here?"

"No, but the sofa folds out."

"That works."

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Cory and Cyan are toweling off as they step back into the studio area. Cory's member is noticeably flaccid in evidence of his successes with Cy. She chuckles as she spots her husband between Melinda's legs, giving his all to her.

"I see you broke through the ice, dear."

"Later! Unh!"

Cory chimes in, "Hey, Mel. Tell me what it is about old guys you don't like?"

"Fuck YOU! OH! OH! Gawd! Oooo! Thats it! Gawd!"

Cyan laughs. She had warned her that Steve knows what he's doing.

Cory spies the video playing on the TV. "Hey, Cy. Is that you?"

"Oh gawd, Cor. That's from years ago."

"Who's the guy? That's not Steve."

"It isn't. Don't remember who he was."

"Looks like a hotel room."

"Probably. That's back when we were advertising on Craigslist."

"Hookups on Craigslist? You're kidding."

"Yeah. They had a great personals section several years ago. Unfortunately it eventually drew a lot of the wrong attention as prostitutes started to take over, and Craigslist shut it all down under pressure from law enforcement."

"Too bad. Okay. Now there's Steve, plowing somebody. You said he didn't like big tits."

"Yeah. She was cute enough otherwise. He handed me his phone to get this shot. He's about to..."

"Cum in 'er. Wow. He's sure pushing hard."

"It's what he does. Isn't that right, Mel?"

"Oh gawd! Unh! UNH!" is the retort from the sofa bed. Cory and Cyan softly laugh.

"Cor? Wanna beer?" she offers.

"Sure. Okay to sit in this yellow chair? Sofa's occupied."

Cyan chuckles at the obvious. "Yep. Drop the towel on it for your butt. You think you can get it up for another round?"

"Maybe. You're certainly a hottie, Cy, and a great screw! Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"Cuz maybe you had no idea Steve and I fucked around?"

"Yeah. No reason to know that. You guys were all business with me and my brothers."

"We were. But you knew we cared enough about you guys and your dad to be at Jacob's visitation."

"You were our only client who did. That meant a lot to us."

"Really tragic. Did you ever figure out what his demons were?"

"Beyond the depression over the breakup with Katy, no."

Cyan hands Cory the beer she offered.

"Thanks. I didn't know you could get this in cans until coming over here."

"Friar Tuck's carries it. Glass around the hot tub, you know."

"Makes sense."

"Shit, Cor. You're gettin' hard already."

"This new video. That guy's really puttin' it to you."

"Freddie. Haven't seen 'im in years. Seriously long cock. Watch."

"Why?... Oh, shit! You really flinched on that thrust!"

"Bumped into my cervix." Cy turns her attention to the sofa bed. "Awfully quiet over there."

"Leave it, Cy," Steve quietly scolds. "Afterglow."

"Sorry!"

Mel and Steve are laying face to face. She gives him a soft peck on the lips for his deflecting the joking interruption, gently strokes his chest, and closes her eyes into silently enjoying the physicality they are sharing.

In deference to the couple on the bed, Cory whispers to Cy, "(Tub?)"

"(Yeah.)" She reaches down to stroke his fully-erect penis. "(Any plans for that?)"

"(We're gonna fuck again, right?)"

"(Damn tootin' we are. Don't forget your towel.)"

The pair slinks back out to the courtyard.

"Now I understand," Mel purrs to Steve.

"What's that?"

"You don't just fuck. You savor. You make love. The other guys would have pulled out already. Cory and I used to linger, too."

"He doesn't now?"

"It's sorta gotten mechanical with him."

"That's not good, Mel."

"But you're not in love with me. At least I don't think you are."

"No, but I like you. We wouldn't be doing this if I didn't."

"You treat all your ladies this way?"

"I do. I told you earlier I engage with the person."

"Would you be offended if I told you I'd like to see you again? The sex is great, but even better is you're awfully comfortable to be with. You're a class act."

"Gosh. Thanks. No, I wouldn't be offended and I certainly wouldn't mind, but... well... Cory has a say here."

"He and I will talk about it. He's got a thing for your wife."

"That was apparent when he brought Ron over here to play."

"Ron?"

"Gym friend. Didn't he tell you?"

"Now I recall. Yeah, he did. Big cock."

"Anyway, yes, you guys need to talk. I know for sure that Cy would be fine with seeing more of Cory. This swap thing could be something regular. However..."

"'However', what?"

"All your screwin' around. STIs."

"Cory's no saint, either."

"Yeah, but. Cory's doing housewives, and they're not circulating in the hookup crowd. Been to your gyno lately?"

"Last month. You do have a point."

"Thank you. Yeah, I admit I was taking a risk here. Cy and I try to be more careful these days, so if you two think you'd like the four of us to be a dating couple, you might have to rejigger your guy fun. The gangbang parties are sorta dangerous with that. Sorry to be a Debbie Downer."

"Experience."

"Right."

"And you care."

"Also right."

Mel presses into Steve again with a big sigh of appreciation.

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Steve has just latched the front door after seeing Cory and Melinda off for the night.

Cyan muses to Steve, "You apparently had the gonorrhea talk with Mel."

"More or less. Recent doctor visit, so that's a relief. I hinted she might want to put a lid on the gangbang shit."

"Any pushback?"

"No, actually. Her reaction seemed to be recognizing the sobering truth."

"Cor said he'd like to see me again."

"So did Mel."

"Fuck friends, then? We haven't had a local playtime couple for a few years."

"Yeah. Ball's in their court at the moment, but the sentiment seems to be in that direction. Mel's got some thinking to do, however. My take is the gangbangs have quite the adrenalin rush."

"They do."

"And you would know."

Cyan chuckles to that. "We're still naked under our robes, Stevie. More hot tub?"

"I could use it. I left you guys alone out there."

"Like I didn't notice. I think it turned out better that way."

"We'll see."

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Ding Dong!

Steve's leaning over his laptop working on another project. "Who in the fuck could that be, Cy? You expecting anybody?"

"No! Can you get it, please? I just laid down some glue here."

"I guess."

Steve shuts the computer and shuffles off to the front door after a quick glance at the security monitor. It's somebody he's met.

"Hi, Ron. Come on in. What brings you by today?... Oh, never mind. You're here hoping to fuck Cy."

"Yeah, Steve. Boy. You sure don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"No need to. Saves everybody's time. Cyan? It's Ron."

"Check his crotch for me."

"Yeah. He's hard. Hangs right." Steve chuckles at this assessment.

"I'll be a second, Ron," Cy requests. "I'm working on something I can't let go of at the moment. Make yourself comfortable. You know where the robes are."

"You mean?"

"Yep."

"Both of you are certainly matter-of-fact."

"Like Steve said, saves time. What's the occasion? You took a Viagra anticipating a tryst and she turned you down when you got there?"

"Not exactly..."

Steve chuckles, "Ah. Husband showed-up while you were en route. How'd you dance around that."

"Wasn't hard. I do it all the time."

"Difficult hard, or hard hard? Your erections are painfully obvious. Like now."

"I hide behind a briefcase."

"Pretty slick. What's your excuse for being there in the first place?"

"Friend from church most of the time."

Steve laughs, "Ah. The ol' hypocrisy gambit."

"Shit, Steve! It works!"

Cyan is shaking her head, chuckling. "Okay. I'm done with this. Go ahead and set your stuff on the yellow chair. We might want to pull out the sofa. Wet or dry?"

"Wet or dry?"

"Hot tub, or sofa bed."

"I haven't done you on a bed yet, so let's do that."

"That's fine. Steve? 'Scuse us, please." She quickly strips off, piling her clothes on her artist's stool.

Ron is puzzled. "He's not going to watch?"

"No need to," Steve smirks. "Let me get out of these clothes and I'll cool my jets in the hot tub. Least you can do for me is not stick that thing in 'er until I'm out of the room."

"Why's that?"

"It is sort of a spectacle. Like a train wreck."

Cyan laughs.

Steve's grabbed his robe and a towel, and steps out into the courtyard chuckling to himself.

Still standing, Cyan sidles up to Ron and reaches into his robe to slowly stroke his enormity. She fingers the ridge of the flared head, making Ron's penis jump in response, and spreads the pre-cum in preparation.

"We might need a bit more lube this time. I was a little sore after your previous visit." Cy sits on the bed and reaches for a jar of coconut oil she and Steve keep in the side table next to the sofa.

Ron takes a seat next to her after tossing his robe on the chair with his clothes. "You're the boss. You always have lube at the ready?"

"Of course! Never know who's going to drop in unexpectedly and wants to screw!"

"Uh... just how often does that happen, Cyan?"

"Often enough to be prepared. Here." She slathers Ron's cock with the oil, and leans back with legs spread.

"You seem to get around."

"As do you. You wanna fuck me or not?"

He smirks in response as he lays into her and directs his penis into her quim. He doesn't fool around and starts pumping hard immediately.

"What's the hurry, cowboy?"

"Viagra's about to fade. Weaseling out of the near-miss with the husband cost about an hour."

"You need it? Ohgawd! Unh! Take it easy, will you?"

"Sorry! Sometimes. I can get it up without it, just makes things last longer."

"Ever consider Cialis? Steve lasts two or three days. Enough to do me and make two of his girlfriends happy."

"Dunno. Doctor prescribes the blue pills by name."

"Pfizer rep must be a babe. Both are generics now. Gawd, Ron! Stop banging into my cervix! Change positions. Me on top for reverse cowgirl."

"Okay."

Steve quietly steps into the room just in time to see Ron's impressive mushroom head penetrate his wife again. "(Sorry guys,)" he whispers. "(Had to take a leak.)"

"Stick around when you're out, Stevie. I want you to see him cum in me."

"Okay, I guess." He rushes into the bathroom. Hot water makes it urgent sometimes.

He reemerges. "Change of heart?"

"Not really. You didn't see him cum when I was doing him and Cory. Hint. Go grab a towel."

He ducks back into the bathroom for a hand towel and sets it on the bed in reach for them.

"Ron? You close?" Cyan asks.

"Not yet. Keep going."

"Steve? Grab your phone. You'll want to vid Ron's thick, long shaft going in and out of me from this angle. Be sure his big balls are in the frame."

"Ron?"

"'S'okay, Steve. We'll talk about it in a couple of minutes."

Cyan is working Ron's cock with purpose. He can't hold it any longer.

"Ohfuckinggawd!" he grunts. He grunts again, and once more, lifting his ass into her for a hard final thrust. Cum is leaking out from around his cock.

"You get that?" Cy asks Steve.

"Yeah. Sort of amazing."

"Keep filming until after he falls out. You're barely seeing half of it."

As if on cue, Ron's penis softens and flops down out of Cyan's pussy. A big glob of ejaculate has formed between her inner labia, and soon drips onto Ron's nuts. Ron goes for the towel to stanch the mess, but Cy grabs his wrist to stop him.

She appears to clench, pushing out another big glob of semen.

"Gee. Is that all?" Steve deadpans. "You done?"

"Yep," she confirms. "Ron? Go ahead and wipe yourself."

Steve smirks, "Big, long and thick cock, big balls, lots of cum. What else don't we know about you?"

"I knew!" Cyan laughs. "I wanted you to see it."

Ron sighs, "That's why I'm in demand."

"Of course," Steve responds. "You weren't hesitant about the phone vid. How come?"

"Nope. Three of my regular ladies like to record us doing it for their husbands to get off with. Well, at least two of them do. The third cuckolds him outright. She tells me he's a small-dicked religious nutcase. Keeps him in line, I guess."

"You going to hang around for a beer or somethin'?"

"No. I need to get back to my desk and return calls. I appreciate you guys taking me with no notice. Cy, you were great! Just what I needed."

"You're welcome, Ron. You know where the bathroom is."

"Of course. Be out in a flash." He grabs his clothes.

With Ron cleaning up, Steve quips to Cyan, "You okay with him dropping in like this? What if we were entertaining somebody? In fact, Pattie is going to be here in about 45 minutes. I don't think it would be particularly awkward, but still."

"Good point. Sperm of the moment is fine, but please call ahead just in case?"

"Uh huh."

Ron is out of the bathroom now, fully dressed.

"Hey, Ron," Steve summons.

"Yeah?"

"You might think about calling ahead next time."

"Didn't have your or Cy's number."

Steve reaches for the business card holders on Cy's desk.

"There. Solved. Yeah. I have a girlfriend coming over in about a half-hour."

"Thanks. I understand. Coulda been awkward."

"Probably not in this case. She likes to be double-teamed, but she likes sunning in the courtyard more."

Cyan breaks in, "Steve? You need to wipe down the chaise cushions for her. They're spotted from yesterday's rain."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks for showing Cy a good time, Ron. We'll have to do this again."

"We will."

"Fuck."

"What's wrong?"

"You're getting hard again. You can't hide it."

Ron grins as he makes his exit. "Bye, guys."

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"You going to tell Pattie what she just missed?" Cyan ponders.

"No. Ron's not a regular we can depend on yet. This is only his second fuck-and-run."

"Yeah, you're right. You hear from 'er today?"

"Just got a text. On 'er way."

"Shit. I need to change the sheets. Ron left quite a mess."

"That he did. Lemme grab a rag and wipe the chaise. We have ten minutes or so."

"No time to get dressed."

"Robes will be fine. Not that she'd be offended or anything. She's used to us lounging around in a state of undress."

"Granted."

Cy and Steve rush around straightening things up for their next visitor. Steve has to assist with folding the sofa back into itself.

"What's the plan?" Cy asks.

"Usual, I think. She'll lay out for a half-hour or so and then summon me to do 'er on the chaise. She'll cum and then drag me over to the tub for more hands-on. Same ol' same ol'."

"Poor thing. You lead such a dull and uninteresting life."

Steve sticks his tongue out at her.

"She working on getting a real boyfriend?"

"I dunno. We're going to find out in a couple of seconds. Here she is."

"Hey, cutie!" Steve announces as he opens the door for his tryst friend. Slinky, tall, long-haired brunette in her mid-30s, Pattie carries herself like she's always looking for trouble. She's a pistol.

"How the fuck are you guys? I love it that you two never seem to have clothes on when I get here. Crap, Cy! Who'd you just fuck?"

"That obvious?"

"Yeah! I can smell the cum! It's certainly not Stevie's!"

"New fuck friend," he answers.

"You watch?"

"Mostly no. But Cy asked me to video the finale."

"You guys can be so naughty."

"Which is why you're here."

"You betcha."

"Cy was asking how your boyfriend situation was going."

"Shit, Steve. Just kicked another one out. He was a pig."

"In what way?"

"Fuckin' around behind my back. And his attitude about women in general was nasty once we got to talking about it."

"Uhhh..."

"Yeah, I know," she moans. "But I was open with 'im about you and Cy. Stevie? You scratch my itches and make me feel good about it. Great, satisfying sex without guilt is quite a gift."

Cy breaks in, "You only have about an hour of good sun left."

"Thanks! You have any of that wine left that I like?"

"In the fridge. Help yourself."

Pattie strips off and throws her clothes into the closest chair.

"You waxing now?" Steve notices her smooth, particularly hairless labia and mons. No shadow.

"No! Laser. That nurse aesthetician in Mount Vernon that Cyan likes. You know I was really having stubble issues with shaving."

"Looks good! You have such a pretty pussy."

"Thanks. Maybe one of these days it'll attract a keeper."

Steve chuckles, "I dunno, Patricia. You're a tough one to please."

"You don't have any problem there. Cy? Can I have 'im when you've had enough of his foolishness?"

Cyan laughs. "This lending arrangement seems to be working out."

Pattie chuckles back, pours some wine into a plastic cup, and steps outside for a beeline to the chaise.

Cyan ponders, "Stevie? I think she's in love with you. This was supposed to be a FWB thing, but in her heart she wants more."

"You're reading the same thing I am. There's always a reason to dump the guys she picks up. This last one? That's six this year alone. But she's managing it well, mostly keeping me at arms length. She respects what you and I have."

"As long as you're available to 'er, there's not much incentive to work on other relationships, I think."

"I don't mind."

"Of course you don't!" Cy laughs. "Let's join 'er outside."

"I can be with that. Two naked beauties? Scenery."

Cyan smirks and mock-slaps at him.

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Pattie is working Steve pretty hard in their cowgirl coitus on the chaise. Cyan is lounging in the hot tub wearing a bemused look in reaction to Pattie's intensity and Steve's taking it in stride. He thrusts up with intent every so often to Pattie's throwing her head back into the sensations of their energetic fucking.

There are results.

"Ohgawd, Steven." She's breathless at the moment. "How you do that."

"Investment in a partner I truly enjoy, Pattie."

"You know I love you, don't you?"

"Cy and I figured that out. There's a telling pattern with the boyfriends. None are ever good enough."

"Yeah. I have a proposition."

"Uh oh."

"My apartment lease is about up. You're building that studio apartment off the new residence to set aside for your later years' helper. What do you think about my renting it from you? The really nice thing is it's going to have an outside entrance. I could do month-to-month at my current place until it's done."

"Intriguing idea. You'd not quite be living directly with us, and you could come and go as you please with dates without tipping your hand that we're a thing. Let's retreat to the tub and get Cy in on this conversation."

Steve steps into the tub first to assist Pattie.

"Sweetheart?" Steve addresses his wife. "Pattie has an interesting idea for the three of us."

"Oh? Do tell."

"She proposed renting the caretaker suite. Living together, but not. And she admitted what we already knew."

Cyan leans into Pattie for a big heartfelt kiss. "About time. You ready for my girl side?"

"Not like we haven't touched each other before."

"True. Steve, this makes a lot of sense. Pattie? There's a bit of a price to pay while it's under construction."

"Okay. What's that?"

"You have to fuck the contractor."

"Well that's different! Is he cute? You do 'im? He any good?"

"Uh huh. Cory's a nice screw. He and his wife are beginner swingers. It would just be you and I doing 'im, though. Melinda is wanting to keep things with us to a couple's arrangement for the time being."

"Do I still get Steve?"

Steve grins knowingly.

Pattie grins right back. "Sounds good to me. Steve? You wanna fuck again to seal the deal?"

"Can't. You did me in."

Pattie laughs. "Cy? Here." She sticks two fingers in Cyan's pussy. Cy reciprocates. They kiss. "Good enough, Stevie?"

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, smiling in his amusement.

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