Provocation Ch. 07

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Provocation - Seven

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And then, without prior discussion, all the provocation stopped.

There was no discussion between me and Gwen, or between either of us and any of our friends. We sought no cessation of events. But there was no more provocation.

In the case of Cathy and Ron, it seemed completely natural. We did not get together with them every week anyway. We had always had things we liked to do on our own, as did they. And for about a month, either one household or the other had advance plans, or just had an opportunity come up, to do those things. Gwen and I had tickets to an Avril Lavigne concert. Ron and Cathy went to a play in Los Angeles. Another weekend, they went to Disneyland, because they were pass-holders now and Ron needed a Tron fix.

We all talked over that period, of course, just like we always had. Ron and I mostly texted, while Cathy and Gwen mostly talked on the phone. Among the things we talked about were general plans about what we might do when we could all hang out together next. But even most of those potential ideas did not lend themselves to any full-contact provocation opportunities.

Gwen and I, again by unspoken agreement, clearly did not want to transition Ron and Cathy from friends to fuckbuddies. We wanted them to be friends and fuckbuddies, in that order. It was nice that the two of them seemed to be on a similar page.

The situation with Sammy, Zoe, and Deidre was different. We were still clubbing with them nearly every week. But we stayed away from Vein. This was nothing unremarkable. We seldom went to any one place regularly, so going to any single club two times in three weeks had been a major outlier. And while we stayed away from any more lame choices like the Yardbirds disaster, there were certainly no opportunities for any of full-contact provocation at any venue either. We all still danced with everybody, like we had for years, but the provocation even backed off there, too.

It was clear that Gwen and I were just as committed here to friends before fuckbuddies.

But neither was there any discussion, nor even sensation, that we were done with provocations, either.

Some of our lack of motivation might have come from the fact that Gwen and I remained full-time horny for each other. And while the horniness might have dropped off slightly, soon after the provocations went on hiatus, the level kept pretty steady after that.

I was getting my dick sucked a lot, is what I'm saying. Among other activities.

But there were signs that the provocations were not gone forever.

Gwen flirted with our server one night at a restaurant that was new to us. He was flirt-worthy, even if he had to be five years younger than my lady. He was also clearly used to being flirted with, and delicately flirting back, while at work. Even, deniably, in front of boyfriends and husbands. But he clearly recognized that Gwen was a big cut above his usual flirting opportunities. I could tell she was loving dicking with him.

I loved it too, all while trying to let Gwen know I was provoked, without scaring off the kid.

Of course, she wasn't going anywhere with it. But she did watch him very appreciatively as he walked away.

"Feeling provocative?" I asked, almost academically.

Gwen twisted her lips in a wry smile. "Honestly? Not right now. But you caught me musing on the subject... Let's say I was thinking that if provocation were on the table, he'd be fun for the provoking part. While we were talking just now, I kind of considered that his face would feel great between my legs." She looked down for a moment. Then she looked back up at me. "Is that a bad thing?" she asked in a voice that held no fear, but considerable curiosity.

"No," I answered simply, and without having to think. I grinned. "And whatever you just said about provocation not being on the table, you sure as shit just provoked me!"

She grinned back. "Mission accomplished, then. But if so, do we actually need to do anything beyond that? Any of the actual provocation, if you will?"

This was turning into a conversation... Good? I liked the fact that we had successfully gotten this far with a minimum of negotiation, and mostly just unspoken accord.

"I don't think we need any provocation," I said. "We aren't doing this because we need to. If we needed it, we ought to damn well find another way."

She nodded along like I had said something along the lines of, 'Saturday Night Live used to be funny, but isn't any more.' Something obvious.

"But we have fun with it," I went on. "So, I'm not inclined to hold back, when the mood strikes."

"Yeah. But..." Gwen paused. "I only thought to talk about it because it made me think of some guardrail issues."

I leaned in more eagerly. Guardrails were good to talk about.

"I love having fun with our current group of co-provocateurs," she went on slowly.

"But we don't want to let that fun become the reason for our friendship," I finished for her.

"Exactly," Gwen said. Neither of us had to say that that meant that we would want to find a way to provoke each other with other, new co-provocateurs. "So why was I feeling uncertain about, um, evaluating our waiter for how he'd be at helping me provoke you?" she asked, after looking around to ensure said waiter was not somewhere nearby.

"And by evaluating, you mean fantasizing about his face between your legs?" I grinned easily.

She blushed.

"Don't be ashamed," I snorted. We were well past that!

"I wasn't feeling ashamed," Gwen said, intentionally brazenly. "I was considering, the facts that we are in public, and he sort of works for us at the moment aside, that there isn't anyone around for you to provoke me with in turn." I found myself looking around the place before I caught myself. Then I looked around some more, anyway. "I mean, the wine steward is cute," Gwen went on, "but she is hardly all that."

I am enough of a pig that I curled my lip at the idea. I mean, sweet woman, and she had suggested a pretty banging bottle for dinner, but she did not float my boat.

"See?" Gwen said, letting just a trace of smugness enter her consciousness at just how sexy she knew she was. But then her face went back to inquiring. "But let's say some time in the future, the circumstances are right, and I have the opportunity to have some fun driving you nuts, but there is no one in the picture for you to do the same to me with. Is that going to work? Or do we need a guardrail there? Let's not kid ourselves that there is no selfishness in what we have started doing to each other. Right?"

I let that question marinate for a while. It deserved it.

"Actually, I don't think that is right," I thought out loud. "It's damn sure not selfless, but I don't think selfish is the right word. Self-indulgent?"

"I like that," Gwen laughed easily. "It feels better, but also rings true. That said, do I feel bad about speculating on the flavor of our server's jizz, when you have no concurrent opportunity?"

"I hope you don't," I laughed. "Because there were no handsome dudes around when we were looking at that couch last Saturday, and I was speculating about how the back of the thing was the perfect height to bend Tiffany, our salesgirl, over the back of it and ride her like a pony."

"Oh ho!" Gwen scoffed. "You remember her name!"

"I have no idea what her name is," I bragged. "I just made one up to add to the provocation!" I am not good with names, and Gwen often gives me a hard time about it.

She gave me the stink-eye, then teased, "You can dream on there all you want, lover! I hate to break it to you, but she was more into me than you."

"No!"

"Yes."

"Now I am seriously provoked," I laughed in all seriousness.

"Dream on even harder," Gwen leered at me. "You know I don't swing that way. Even if she really was pretty hot..." she trailed off in pretend consideration.

Thank you for that, my love. I was going to be provoked by the thought either way, so it was nice of her to lean into it.

We had some more excellent wine and drank each other in as well.

"So what's the guardrail then?" I asked at last. "Now active provocations unless it feels like things can go both ways?"

Gwen considered for a moment. "That would be fine, but unnecessary, I think. Honestly, an actual opportunity for just one of us hasn't actually presented itself, has it? If it was really good, I'd say we should be open to going for it. Whichever of us it is."

"Okay," I nodded. "Do we have to be there?" I asked, feeling for the answer.

"Hmmmm," Gwen grimaced. "I kind of feel that could be difficult a lot of the time." She pursed her lips. "Let's say that as long as I get to be around to see it coming, then hear all about it afterward? I'll still have the need to suck your kidneys out through your dong."

"God, I love you," I smirked. "To be clear, I'd rather watch, both because it is hot as fuck, and because I adore watching you had fun with abandon. But I don't have to either."

"One guardrail more," Gwen said, holding up a finger. "If one of us starts finding opportunities like we are discussing, the other damn well needs to step up and do it too!"

"What?" I laughed.

"If I find a way or two to drive you nuts on my lonesome," she growled at me, "I am not having you throw it back in my face the next time we get into an argument over weeding the flower beds!"

It was a joke, but it was serious. This was great. And it was good. But it was important that things didn't ever start spilling over...

And seriously, such opportunities were not ever going to be plentiful, were they?

Overall, it was a period largely devoid of random hot women to interact with in our time out and around town, aside from the aforementioned furniture salesgirl. Thus, I mostly had no opportunities for provoking Gwen in turn, not even when out clubbing, except a few moments with Zoe whenever her inebriation got the better of her out on the dance floor.

We settled into a nice, new normal. But the subtext remained for my lady and me. We didn't talk about it out loud much, but I began to notice that our playing around the edges in conversations was getting more open.

Sammy and I retained control over our choice in Saturday night clubs for a whole three weeks after the Yardbirds fiasco, before Zoe and Deidre just took back over as if they had never made a mistake. They did so by cleverly suggesting a new club called Zephyr that had good buzz, and doing so before Sammy and I could do the same.

It was a great place. The noise level was just barely low enough to keep the noise nazi in my Apple watch from nagging me. It was actually possible to get a decent cocktail. And the floor show from our fellow patrons was top-notch, both in how good-looking many of them were, and in how jiggy they were getting with it...

Gwen and I had not punched out early in a good while, and tonight was no exception. We had danced more than usual so far, both with each other and with our friends. I had even found myself dancing briefly with some random girl with provocative-level good looks when I went to the bar for more shots. I was thirsty, but made sure to dance long enough to sense glittering eyes from our table before I slid away on my mission.

I returned with the shots and whispered in Gwen's ear. "Not as fun when we don't know the other person," I observed.

She pursed her lips for a moment. "I think you are right. Still fun, mind you, just not nearly as fun."

That was about as in-depth a discussion as we had had at any point.

After we slammed down the Lemon Drops, Zoe grabbed my arm. "Let's dance some more, Carl," she said, dragging me from my seat and toward the floor. I heard Gwen's laugh behind me.

Zoe and I started moving on the dance floor in the usual fun-sexy way that had characterized our dancing for most of the time we knew each other. But after a song or two like that, I suddenly found myself being wordlessly invited to inspect the two extra buttons on her top that she had unfastened some time shortly before she asked me to dance again.

Zoe really has nice tits, and suddenly she was altering her moves to make them dance even more than she was. And I was being invited to inspect their dancing closely.

After a quick look at our table to ensure my lady was watching, which, of course, she was, I let myself bend over, boogieing for a bit with my face at her chest level. This was what is known as Very Nice.

It became much nicer when Zoe stepped a pace closer to me, leaving my face literally buried in her cleavage, and she kept a hand on the back of my head as I received a swift but damn nice outright motorboating on the dance floor! There was a woot or catcall or two from other dancers, but not many. As I said, there were plenty of other shenanigans going on out there in the crowd.

I happily moved my feet and left my face right where it was until Zoe chickened out and stepped back. I just danced on, smiling.

"Don't get any ideas here tonight," Zoe then said sternly, as if I was the one who had just instigated things. "And don't shoot your eyebrows up at me like that, either! Our table tonight is out there in the middle of the floor!" she went on, jerking her thumb toward the table we had all nested at. If that were not provocation-proofing our spot enough, the club was not dark either. Well, it was dark, but sweeping beams of light criss-crossed the whole space, not just the dance floor.

I had had zero thoughts about getting up to anything before.

But now I did. Damn you, Zoe!

I just grinned, and we finished our dance before heading back to the table.

"Nice moves out there, Zoe," Gwen smiled like a cat as we sat back at our table. It was cozy for four, so the five of us made it very tight. Interestingly, even Sammy had not gone off much on his own this evening, so we had all been pressed together when not dancing with each other all night. But he was absent at the moment.

But before I could even comment on that fact, Sammy returned again. He had not gone off to hunt for babes, but to get us another round. He shot me a wondering look that told me he had seen at least the boat show with Zoe. We all directed wondering looks back his way because the shots were all doubles.

"I declah, Samuel," Gwen said in her best Scarlett O'Hara impersonation, "I think yoah trahin' to get me drunk!"

Sammy actually managed not to flinch from me at that, while smiling back at Gwen with waving eyebrows..

"I think you are trying to give us all massive hangovers," Deidre said, far more practically.

Sammy shrugged. "I need to enunciate better when ordering in here. I wasn't intending on doubles!"

"Oh, fuck it," Gwen snorted, after downing hers. "The hangovers are going to be epic tomorrow morning." She looked at me. "No chores tomorrow, Carl. We are spending the morning getting all pruned up in the hot tub." I grinned wolfishly back at her. We would be putting a dent in the waterproof silicone lube tomorrow. Any softening that had begun to set in after Zoe's motorboating had ended was swiftly reversed.

"You said, 'We'?" Zoe said to Gwen. "Are we all invited to this restorative bath?"

"Ha!" Gwen snorted derisively. "Not..." She cut herself off and looked at me. I looked at her. I looked at Zoe speculatively. Gwen looked at Sammy more than speculatively. I wanted to speculate on Deidre's bod a bit too, but instead I looked back at Gwen in curiosity. It all took just a flash. In the moment, I doubt any of our friends even saw our lighting, wordless communication. "Now that you mention it," Gwen said with a big smile, "That sounds like fun."

Zoe seemed surprised that Gwen had reacted to her tease the way she had, but none of her recent hesitation was present. Sammy almost did not flinch before he smiled.

Deidre, who was on the other side of me from Gwen, draped an arm over my shoulder. "I, too, aspire to prune-dom. I will probably still be drunk come morning, though. What time do I schedule for Uber to get me there?"

Gwen and I shared another set of looks. This could be interesting.

I was already feeling provoked.

"Be at our place by ten," Gwen said decisively, looking at all three of our friends. "Be on time, because I have a Costco-sized flat of eggs and will be making omelets. The omelets will have a very narrow window of opportunity," she glowered.

Way to make sure there are no stragglers, babe!

*

There were no stragglers. Zoe and Deidre arrived in the same Uber at 9:55, looking much the worse for wear. Sammy rolled up in his own car, three minutes later. He looked much less hungover, which made sense, he and the girls had all drunk the same amount, and he does have about a hundred pounds on either of them.

I chivvied them all into the kitchen, where Gwen had dragged herself out of bed early enough to set up an elaborate omelette station. She had also dragged herself up early enough to slip into her very best bikini... but not early enough to find a cover-up.

I should say it was her very best 'hot tub' bikini. Neither of us, notwithstanding a few recent moments that sort of didn't apply, were much for public exhibitionism. But in our backyard? The suit was robin's egg blue, and the bottom was a whole lot more... thong-y than Gwen would ever wear to the beach or at a resort pool. The top gave the lie to her occasional doubts about her upper ornaments.

Deidre and Zoe gave Gwen a long look, especially at her mostly exposed buns as she bent over the stove, making Zoe's omelette to start.

Sorry girls, you know hers is better than yours.

"No wrap this morning?" Dee asked archly.

"I have one," Gwen replied idly. "I just won't bother with it until after I get in the water. The air-conditioning gets cold." She flipped the omelette.

Sammy looked like he wanted to look, but was still trying to be 'good'. I just gave Gwen's waist a possessive squeeze, kissed her ear lightly, and overtly moved to get out of his line of sight so he had no excuse not to stare.

He did. Good man. Gwen could tell, and liked it, which provoked me.

I liked it even more when Zoe and Deidre both looked at each other and wordlessly dared each other to ditch the clothes they had on over their own suits, right there in the kitchen.

I was happy to watch intently as Zoe peeled the caftan-style cover-up that was all the non-swimwear she had worn, up and off over her head. Deidre likewise ditched her loose teeshirt, then managed to naturally turn away from me and Sammy as she slid the elastic waistband of her terrycloth shorts down her sweet legs.

And Sammy watched as closely as I did, though he seemed to be trying to hide it even more than when he had been first checking out Gwen. When Deidre caught him looking, he actually went back to staring at Gwen's ass swiftly, as if that was the safe place to look.

Even Gwen shot a few glances, all approving, as their swimsuits came into view.

I sighed. Yeah, Zoe won the swimsuit contest. Even over Gwen.

All three bikinis in the room with me and Sammy were 'hot tub', rather than 'public pool', swimsuits. Deidre's had a bandeau top, red over the left tit and white over the right. The bottom was dark blue, and only provided enough coverage in both front and back to display the small white star embroidered just below the waistband. Sexy as hell.

But Zoe was loaded for bear. I could not imagine where the fuck she had planned on being able to wear this suit when she had bought it...

The scarlet bottom was a thong like Gwen's, but was cut so high a guy could get a nose-bleed. The matching top was... the state of the art in underboob engineering, to be honest. There was a band around her, underneath her tits, that incorporated a slightly-supporting underwire, but the otherwise generous cups above were missing a good two inches of fabric at the bottom, leaving a generous crescent of exposed boobflesh underneath. Not only was it alluringly blatant, not only did it show off that she had the biggest rack in the room, but it also showed off that her breasts had to be seriously firm to begin with, to keep from sagging out through that gap.

Sammy and I just looked at each other, in our baggy board shorts, and grinned.

Gwen had found a new cheese to try, and my omelette actually distracted me from the swimsuit edition all around my house... just long enough for me to make it disappear. My hangover had been already fading, under assault from a morning dose of Advil to match the one from bedtime when we had gotten home, but the omelette finished it off.

This was great, because I could go back to staring at all the mostly naked women in my kitchen. It was even better because Gwen was done cooking, was eating her own eggs, and could watch my eyes.

"Tub time?" Gwen asked, her last bite sliding between her lovely lips.

"Hell, yes," Zoe and I replied in near unison. We all stood, but then Deidre jumped out to stand between the rest of us and the back door.

"Now, hold on a minute," Deidre said, holding up her hand and shocking all of us into silence. "I, too, am eager for a morning of pruning up in the hot tub, especially with present company. You might say, I'm excited for it," she added with a grin, the closest any of us had come to calling for some serious provocation. "But," she said, holding up her index finger firmly. "I have a beef that I want out in the open, at least before anything, um, happens," she said firmly.

"A beef?" Gwen asked quickly.

"What's the matter, Dee?" I asked, almost over the top of Gwen's question. What had we done to piss of Deidre? This was not good.

"My beef is with Sammy," she said, deflecting our concern but turning on our friend.

"Me? What?"

"You," Deidre said, poking a finger in Sammy's chest, "let Gwen... do what she did back at Vein just a month ago. But it's been years since you let Zoe or me near that body of yours. What the fuck?"

Zoe suddenly perked up and piled on. "Yeah, what the fuck?"

Gwen just snorted. I went from concerned to highly amused in a heartbeat.

"I mean," Deidre paused just a micro-second before pelting onward, "Sammy, yours is not the dick I'm primarily gagging for this morning." Gwen snorted at that again. "But you should know I do still gag for it occasionally. Why are Zoe and I different from Gwen?" she demanded.

"Hey," Sammy said, alarmed at suddenly being in the crosshairs, and I am sure bummed to be having his anticipation mellow harshed. "It's me! I... I mean, we are friends!"

"So, Gwen is not your friend?" Zoe jumped back in.

"Of course, she is!" Sammy protested. "But, you know..." he trailed off helplessly.

"I know what?" Zoe challenged, playfully, but not entirely.

Sammy looked more like a cornered animal than he had when Gwen first caught him behind the table. "Guys!" he pled. His appeal for mercy was denied. It was evident on the girls' faces. Their postures made it even more loud and clear.

Sammy slumped. "Look, I just... I am not a boyfriend kind of guy, okay?"

"We noticed," Deidre said drily. "So?"

"So... I make it a strict, sometimes painful policy to keep my hands off any girl whom I like enough to be friends with. You know, to make sure they don't start making some wrong assumptions about what's going on..."

Both girls interrupted him with harsh laughter. Sammy recoiled, but soldiered on. "I... I've learned, you know? It's just best, okay? Don't be all crushed or anything!"

Deidre laughed again, much more merrily this time. "Don't be all crushed yourself when I tell you that neither Zoe nor I are pining to be your significant other. We just hate to miss out on some fun." She held up her hand and exchanged looks with Zoe, then went on before Sammy could run his mouth any more. "I understand now. I think you are stupid, but I understand now. We're cool, or we will be. That's why I wanted to air this beef here, instead of in the tub."

"Huh?"

Gwen took Sammy's hand and patted it like he was a nine year-old. "She doesn't want any negative vibes once we are all naked and fighting hangovers in out in the hot tub."

"Wait! What?" I wasn't sure which girl said that.

"Naked," I said succinctly, seizing the moment to back up my lady. "These suits are fabulous, but if you are going to be in our hot tub with Gwen and me, you need to know that that is always a no-swimsuit zone," I laid down the brand new law I wish I had thought of before Gwen had. Come to think of it, Gwen and I should have had that rule amongst just ourselves since we put the tub in....

They all stared at us.

"I can get behind that," one of them said. I think it was Zoe.

I marched around Deidre, who was incidentally and bemusedly blocking the way to the backyard. I pushed open the sliding door and dropped trou casually as I headed for the tub.

Even given the occasional bouts of insanity that Gwen and I had been indulging ourselves in lately, this situation was a doozy. As was our usual modus operandi , Gwen and I had discussed nothing about this morning in advance, other than what we needed to make sure the hot tub's pH was balanced, and what omelette fixings we wanted to offer.

Of course, we knew we had invited our friends over to horse around, and they knew it too. But I had not really quite counted on us all getting bare-assed together in the water right from the jump.

I shrugged inwardly. This would either be great, or an immediate bust. I pondered the situation as I led everyone out to the tub, and found that I could see no apparent reason to abort, or even let off on the throttle. If it became a problem, I had faith that whoever noticed a problem, during or after, would bring it up for fixing.

This craziness was, even in my mind in the moment, something that we could manage because of the same reasons all of the rest of this shit had worked. I loved Gwen, and she loved me. We trusted each other. The guardrails we had constructed would work here, too. During... whatever this was we were about to do, it was possible we might bump into one or more of those guardrails, or even some other guardrail one of us might invent on the spot. If so, I'd be interested in seeing how we made things work.

I stepped into the warm, bubbling water with a sigh. Before I could sit, I felt Gwen's hand on my shoulder, and I held my suddenly naked lady's hand to help her step over the lip into the tub. We had installed a round tub, with a uniform bench for seating in the water all the way around, and we had installed it sunken about halfway down into the planks of our deck. As she stepped in beside me, Gwen kept moving to the opposite side. We both sank down into the water, staring into each other's eyes for a delicious moment.

Sammy still seemed cautious, but he seemed to be over the yips at this point and sucked it up to get in next. Good man. He stepped in the water to my left. His dong, like mine, was at a good half-mast already. Sheesh. That thing was going to be at least a little intimidating in the bright light of day... Gwen seemed less shy of it than I, which seemed a good thing to me. But when Sammy began to sink down into the water halfway around the tub, exactly between Gwen and me, my love shifted pointedly away from him, a bit more than a foot.

Fortunately, Sammy interpreted correctly and after but a moment's hesitation, followed Gwen's movement, ending up much closer to her than he had been to start. This was excellent. It left him close enough for her to get at him when the time came... and it left two nice, natural spaces on either side of me.

Deidre climbed in next. Damn, she was one of those people who looks considerably hotter naked than you'd expect. I'd always thought she was cute, and had a sexy vibe, but with no clothes in the way, her slender bod, sweet ass, and tender tits combined to form a whole that was definitely banging. I had felt those tits before, or one of them at least, but it occurred to me that at some point today, they were going to feel even better when there were no clothes in the way of my hands...

Then Zoe used my shoulder as a handhold as she stepped in on my other side. She did not immediately sink into the water, though, which was alright with me. Her body was lusher than Dee's or Gwen's, with a more cushiony ass and obviously more pillowy breasts. They were not Cathy's edifices, but they were still magnetic to my horny eyes.

Zoe looked as if she was about to sit down and maybe snuggle in against me as Deidre already had on the other side, but then she stopped. She looked at me pensively, bit her lip, then turned to look at my woman. "Gwen," Zoe blurted, clearly not trusting herself to finish what she was about to say, "I want a turn."

Gwen laughed through her slightly shocked smile. "Already?" It was in no way an objection. More of a surprised approval.

"Not going to allow any cutting in line today?" Deidre taunted. Even Sammy managed to look more amused than shocked. He was really starting to let himself roll with things. Which was good, because shit sure was rolling.

Zoe turned and looked at me with an appeal in her face and voice. "As it happens, I have not gotten laid in two months, not since a bit before you two went so gloriously insane. In all that time, I have not run into a single new guy who floated my boat! Well, twice I ran into dudes who were decent prospects. But neither was fucking interested in me!" She bounced in frustration at that. Those big tits of hers were sporting some extremely erect nipples with dark, crinkle aureoles, and the bouncing did nothing to reduce their appeal.

I may have had a skeptical look at that claim. Gwen definitely did.

"I've had dry spells before," Zoe rambled on, "but it's been a while since I've had one like this. And you two," she added almost angrily, looking back and forth between Gwen and me, "have had me totally horny that whole fucking time! I just..." She finally lost the nerve to keep going for a moment. Then she blurted out one last thing," I just want a good dick for the eight seconds it will likely take me to come, so I can enjoy all... whatever the fuck this is going to be today!"

Everybody laughed, but I noticed that Zoe did not laugh very much. "Zoe," I chuckled. "Relax. I'm a guy. You had me at, 'I want a turn'!"

Zoe relaxed only a hair and spun back to Gwen. My love just smiled at her and sank down lower into the water. She languidly draped one arm along the rim of the tub, while she lifted the other to sink her fingers into the short afro atop Sammy's head. She squinted at me challengingly. I squinted right back.

Then I stood, extricating myself from Deidre's light embrace, and pulled Zoe into my arms. She pressed against me with a quiver, but then said, "Fuck me. And fuck me just like I had to stand there and watch you fuck Gwen and then Deidre."

I don't know if I spun her around, or if she spun herself, but in a moment, her ass was pressing back against my cock, which had finished warming up in a hurry, once it realized it was on deck.

But now I hesitated. This was quite the audience I suddenly had. I mean it was no bigger than, in fact, it was the same audience I'd had twice in Vein, but the bright sunshine of eleven in the morning made a gigantic difference to how On Display I felt. Whatever the fuck Gwen and I were discovering we were, a hard-core exhibitionist, I was not.

Still, my friend needed me, right? Gotta be a selfless individual...

I grabbed her lush ass and squeezed, then stared at Gwen as I slipped my hand down underneath to stroke Zoe's slit. With her still standing, her crotch was just clear of the water. My finger slid right inside her. Damn, she really was feeling ready. I gave a short series of caresses under there, contenting myself with just the flick of a fingertip over that clit of hers which drew a delighted gasp. Then I grabbed my cock, guided it under her, and felt it slip just as easily into her opening as my finger had. She went up on her tiptoes, giving herself just enough extra height to make my job much easier. My jaw shuddered as I entered Zoe, and I could see that Gwen's nipples had gone granite hard.

It might have been easy to slip into Zoe's slick entrance, but my friend was tight as a drum once I was there, and it took me an insane number of pumps to work my way fully into her, each thrust drawing a tiny moan from her. I held on to her round hips and began to fuck her, very, very slowly, my balls splashing along the surface of the water with each passage. I could tell she really was as ready to come as she had claimed, but I was having none of that. Sure, Zoe was going to come way before I worried about that myself, which was fine, but I was going to make her wait at least a little. Gonna do a job, you should do it right. Right?

I was sure as fuck enjoying doing the job as I slid in and out of Zoe, but my eyes stayed locked with Gwen's. She was looking as fantastically provoked as I had ever seen.

I shook my head clear, and started to really give Zoe the attention she deserved.

A few more thrusts, and Zoe groaned, "Deidre, turn off the bubbles, will you?" It was pretty good situational awareness for a girl getting fucked hard but slow to able to remember who besides me was closest to the controls. Dee just chuckled softly and pushed the button to still the jets. I don't think her eyes left Zoe and me.

I just kept thrusting, but it was difficult. Even on her tiptoes, Zoe was a little on the short side, and I had to bend my knees more than was totally comfortable to hunt for the perfect angle I wanted. But I found it, and Zoe's moans grew happily.

"Oh, fuck," Zoe groaned, looking around. "That's an awesome, unh, privacy fence, but I doubt it does much for, ahhhh, noise!"

Gwen just smiled. "Good thing we are getting the Fergusons' mail all this month. And the Wilsons on the other side left for a long day of golf just before you all showed up!"

"Ohhhhh, fuuuuck," gasped Zoe, louder. I pounded her a bit harder in response, still not giving it my all. I grabbed her hips harder, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass. Zoe rocked back into me as I worked.

This really was the same position that I had done both Gwen and Deidre at Vein, except that Zoe was a little shorter, I was giving it to her just a bit harder, and she had no table to brace herself on. An involuntary hard thrust made her balance wobble.

Zoe's hands waved in front of her, trying not to fall.

Sammy's hand shot out and grabbed one of hers to steady her. Zoe's other hand gyrated freely, and I paused my efforts to let her right herself, holding her hips firmly. Zoe kept waving the free hand until Sammy instinctively grabbed it too, to help out. Zoe blew out a deep breath and was steady at last.

I started a new thrust, and Sammy went to release her hands. But Zoe visibly tightened her grip on his fingers and softly told me to hang onto her tight.

Then she pulled on Sammy's hands. He had to rise to remain attached to his hands, and did so confusedly. "Are you okay, Zoe?" he asked. I am pretty sure that my buddy was the last of us in the tub to realize that Zoe's maneuver had pulled his cock to a few inches from her face...

Our show had certainly caught Sammy's interest. That damned thing, at full mast and in the bright light of day was something else.

"Fuck," Zoe gasped. "That's the ticket. I'm... I'm surrounded by great cocks!"

I snorted, but started fucking her a little harder with my honestly not in the same league dick. Zoe seemed more than happy with my efforts, but clung to Sammy's hands. It seemed to be registering to him that her face was pointed at his cock, just a foot away.

Then Deidre, who had been squirming madly down in the water the whole time Zoe and I were fucking, popped up and whispered in Zoe's ear. Zoe just moaned long and slow. Whatever Deidre had said, I felt the need to fuck Zoe harder.

"Sammy," Zoe groaned. "We've talked about this now. I do not want to, and never will be your girlfriend, okay?"

"Huh?"

"Follow me, Carl," Zoe grunted, then stepped forward a little and let go of Sammy's hands to grab his hip. His eyes widened, as I'm pretty sure did mine, when Zoe just slurped his dick into her mouth!

I had been slow to follow Zoe and my cock had popped free. Without thinking, I moved to press back inside her. Aside from the added craziness, the way she bent over now gave me an even better angle. The loud moan Zoe was making around Sammy's cock got even louder as I resumed thrusting.

"That's it," Deidre crowed, clapping her hands.

"Holy shit," Gwen exclaimed, actually sliding to the side, away from Sammy. For an instant, I thought she was grossed out, but before I could worry, she just cuddled up sideways on her seat in the water, having achieved a better view.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," gasped Sammy, under assault from Sudden Fellatio Syndrome.

This was crazy, but also achingly hot, and I let myself go, fucking Zoe for all I was worth at this new perfect angle for her. Her voice muffled by the oversized cock in her mouth, Zoe was still shrieking and gurgling pretty loud.

The whole thing was hot a hell. I mean, Zoe had a deliciously tight pussy. Her ass looked amazing in my hands as I drilled into her. And her sucking Sammy's dick was a next-level add-on to the experience.

But what made it transcendent was the look in Gwen's eyes as she stared at us, at me, with that look of hungry appreciation for what she had. As crazy as all the inputs were to my mind, I still was able to spare a few thoughts for how much I was anticipating that same expression on my face soon.

It was not until afterward that I realized the gurgling sounds Zoe was making were her gagging on Sammy every time I slammed into her. She made it very clear to me that she had not minded, once I finally figured it out and got apologetic.

True to her initial claim, it took Zoe almost no time to come once I stopped holding back. The whole thing, from her initial demand, to her lovely, loud orgasm on my cock could not have taken five minutes. Her ass twisted back against me, and she she gasped and sucked desperately on Sammy's cock as her body spasmed, then she suddenly released him, and slid off my shaft at the same time. Both Sammy and I leaned forward to grab an arm and guide her to a seat in the water, though she probably didn't need it.

"Fucking hell," breathed Deidre.

I just looked at Gwen, letting her know with my eyes that I wanted to simply fuck her right there and then. Her eyes answered my need, and she nodded silently. "Guys," she said suddenly, "Carl and I aren't getting out of this tub, but we are going to be bad hosts and ignore you for a bit." There were dubious snorts. "Carl, go get the bottle," she said to me, her eyes flashing.

"Me?" I scoffed. "I'm still just trying to remain upright here. You go run and get it," I grinned at her.

"You just want to watch my ass as I run into the house," Gwen challenged with a smile.

"Granted. In fairness, I assume Sammy would like that too. We both would also enjoy seeing you run back out."

"Well there are three of us who would like to see your ass and then bouncing cock instead, so we win, three to two."

I opened my mouth, but decided it was time to lose. "Okay," I capitulated, but I just sat back down where I had gotten into the tub.

"What are you two talking about?" asked Sammy. Gwen was glaring at me for not getting moving.

"This, Sammy," I said, and reached over my shoulder toward the tub's controls. I flipped open the little utility compartment there, and withdrew a brand new bottle I had bought at the Jack & Jill a few days back.

"Asshole!" Gwen said. "You knew it was here all along. But, oooh, that's new!"

"Lube?" Zoe asked, coming back to the living. "You two need lube?"

"You guys need to buy homes," I snorted.

Gwen grinned and joined me in our long-term schtick with these three. "Buy a house, and you can get a hot tub. Get a hot tub and you can discover that fucking in water is uncomfortable if not impossible without lube."

The quirk in Sammy's eye told me that he had already learned of the problem, but maybe not the solution.

"I thought we had plenty in the old bottle," Gwen asked me. Neither of our libidos had retreated an inch during the by-play.

"Yeah, but this stuff tastes good," I smiled.

Gwen's eyes widened. "Lucky you," she grinned.

"Lucky?" asked Deidre.

"I mean," Gwen said, seizing the bottle and squirting a huge dollop in her hand, "after Carl uses this to fuck me in the water, his dick won't taste nasty to me... or either of you." She looked significantly at Zoe and Deidre. With that, she drenched my aching cock in the lube until it was dripping, stroking my length hungrily. Then she leaned forward, muttering something about 'proof is in the pudding,' and circled my tip with her tongue. I moaned eagerly.

"Passionfruit," Gwen announced. "Maybe some coconut, too." Then she looked up at me. "After seeing what just happened, I need you inside me, Carl. Make my eyes roll up, then we can go back to being good hosts."

Wordlessly, I sank down in the tub between her knees and pressed my cock against her crease. She was not lubricated, so I rubbed the tip up and down a stroke or two before working it inside her.

"Fuck, I love you," I gasped, kissing her as, once past her entrance, I slid into her welcoming depths easily.

"I love you too," she groaned, and I proceeded to make love to my woman, right there in front of our friends. In and out I thrust, with our eyes locked throughout, except for those moments where one or the other's involuntarily lidded at some particularly nice sensation.

I genuinely do not know how long that sweet interlude lasted, but I would not have traded it for anything. In the last two months, I had fucked three other women, each hot, each with clever, grasping pussies. I had had a ball with each, and intended to have such a ball again in the future, probably repeatedly, and even more probably imminently. But there was nothing like fucking Gwen.

Nothing.

"This is so good," Gwen said, caressing my jaw as I worked in and out of her. "But I'm going to need you to get serious and finish us both. We have guests."

I bit her lip lightly, then lifted her hips up to the surface of the water, rising to my feet as I did so, and got serious. Suddenly, I was going so hard we were sloshing water everywhere, over our friends and onto the deck. I think it was Deidre who yelped.

I know how to make lasagna. I know how to change the oil in a car. I know all too well how to shank a drive off the tee. And I know how to make my woman come. With much of her weight supported by the water, my hands were able to easily align her hips the way we both needed. In a minute, I had Gwen caroling loudly, her hands slapping the rim of the hot tub. Her feet were even kicking and slashing the surface of the water behind me.

Even had I not been seriously warmed up by spit-roasting our friend almost out of the blue and then our languorous initial coupling deep in the water, the kind of ecstasy my love was now displaying always drives me swiftly toward coming if I let it. And sometimes when I don't. I kept slamming into Gwen, teetering on the edge of orgasm. Suddenly, I felt her rapture peak. I heard her come. Our friends could hear her come. I bet even the Wilsons, all the way over at the golf course in the foothills, might have heard her come.

And so I did the same. I grunted gutturally, making myself keep thrusting, lifting her hips completely free of the water as I jetted into her depths. I lost almost all coordination, and I herked and jerked. Desperately, I sank back to my knees in the water before I dropped Gwen. We panted and smiled at each other.

I sagged backward and slid from inside her, my dick slumping but not fully deflating.

"Holy shit, Gwen!" Zoe exclaimed. "How did we not get banned from Vein?"

"I can be quiet," my love laughed. "I just like it so much more when I don't have to!" she breathlessly panted.

"You two, that was, um, beautiful," Sammy said softly and hesitantly, as if ashamed at his choice of words.

Not the first time I've heard dude get downright poetic about sex. He's cool.

I leaned back to kiss Gwen again.

But she stopped me after a few seconds. "Now you really do need to go into the house! Grab the first bottle of Champagne for our guests," she said. "We have all afternoon to hang out together in this tub, and... talk," she finished, almost leering at our three friends.

I know when to be a good host, and struggled to my feet. The walk inside would do my jumbled brain good.

"Oh, yeah, Gwen," I heard behind me. "He really does have a nice ass!"

As I reached the back door to the kitchen, I heard Deidre say, "Sammy, my pussy is on fire from this show... and you never did and never will have a prayer of being my boyfriend."

I did not bother with an ice bucket for the bottle. The five plastic flutes I grabbed would take the whole bottle to fill. And that was even if I did not foam over any of them once I got back to our hot tub.

I was definitely going to have to drain and clean the thing Tuesday after work...

But then I had to stop before I even got outside and go back to the kitchen. One of the flutes was cracked already. And Gwen had put the rest away. And it took forever to find where she had hidden them.

How dare my lady stash them in such a logical location...

When I finally came back out, no one was watching my bobbing, slowly recovering cock. Gwen and Zoe were sitting to either side of Sammy, watching intently as Deidre sat on his lap, her hands on his knees, humping up and down on him feverishly.

That new lube worked, though from Gwen's and my own experience, I could tell it did not last nearly as well in the water as the pure silicone stuff.

Sammy was grunting hard, and had reached around to grab Deidre's beautiful, if modest, tits, squeezing them surprisingly hard. She wasn't complaining in the least, so I filed that information away for later. Later today.

I stepped into the tub, carefully. I didn't want to fall because my eyes were on the action like everybody else's. By the time I had set out the glasses for the bubbly, Deidre was making almost as much noise as Gwen had. "Fucking hell, Sammy! Squeeze 'em! Please," she panted. "I fucking missed this cock! It's been three years!" She turned her head toward Gwen. "I miss Carl's cock too, and it's only been a month!"

"Gonna cum," grunted Sammy.

"Do it! Do it now," gasped Deidre. We could all see Sammy tense and push his hips up hard under Dee. His head bounced forward and back, the muscles in his jaw standing out like cords. Deidre came in response. Her head thrashed side to side, and she moaned in a suddenly low register. "Fucking hell," she growled.

The pop of the champagne cork loudly synced with Deidre's shriek of completion. I grinned in satisfaction at how well I timed it.

Only a bit of bubbly foamed over the glasses as I filled them for each of us. Deidre was still sitting in Sammy's lap as I handed out the glasses.

As I sat back down, Sammy raised his glass in a toast. "To that lube shit," he said, as if slightly amazed. "It really works," he added, shaking his head in amazement at several things.

"You've fucked in a pool before?" Zoe asked.

"I've tried to," Sammy snorted. "Like I said, that lube shit is awesome."

"Oh, the lube was awesome?" Deidre scoffed, slipping 'indignantly' off Sammy's lap with a huff.

Sammy looked slightly pained, but Gwen cut in, "Oh, we could all see that you were awesome, Dee!"

"Oh, yeah," Zoe breathed in agreement.

"Maybe you all saw it," I groused. "I missed it while I was messing around in the kitchen!"

"Sucks to be you, then," taunted Zoe. Then she sipped her Champagne. "But thanks for this. A girl needs a drink after watching that!"

"You didn't need a drink anyway, after doing 'that'?" Gwen chuckled.

"Thank you for that, too," Zoe winked at me.

I exchanged bemused grins with Gwen, then shrugged and bowed extravagantly to Zoe. "You are more than welcome!"

We all raised our plastic glasses again.

And again, in that weird way that Gwen's and my shenanigans seemed to flow, we all started talking about Gwen and Sammy's work issues. There was juicy but non-sexual hot goss to be spread about a co-worker of theirs.

From there, the talk meandered off to golf, which Sammy and I were happy with, but the girls less so. Then they seized on a slight pause and dragged the subject onto Dancing With The Stars. Sammy and I were miserable at that turn of events... well, miserable as we could possibly be about it, given that Gwen was leaning against Sammy, all naked and stuff, and Zoe and Deidre were each groping one of my thighs.

Somehow, the subject of Gwen and Sammy's company returned. It beat Dancing With The Stars.

"That's actually a good idea, Sammy," Gwen said. "Will you shoot me an email with the file on Monday?"

"Sure."

"And I do have another action item that better fucking align with your own agenda," Gwen went on, still in her business voice. "For today, I mean. I'd like you to let me know when you think your resources have recycled enough to get on with that..."

He was only skittish for a moment. My cock twitched. Hard.

"Yeah, I, uh..." Sammy started to stammer. Then he looked at my evilly grinning face and shook his head ruefully twice. Then he turned toward Gwen slightly. "Yeah, I've been thinking about that agenda item pretty hard."

"Good," Gwen cooed, and I saw her hand reach out toward Sammy under the once again gurgling water. Her eyebrow twitched. "You seem to be starting to think hard about it right now," she murmured.

Sammy rolled his eyes at the surreality of the situation, and also at whatever Gwen's hand was doing to him. "You... are certainly helping things along," he grunted.

Gwen smiled at me. I just tossed her the lube bottle. She caught it, and her eyes twinkled. "Thank you, Carl, but I think I'd like this to take a lot of time. This would wear off before we're done." She languidly stood, caressed Sammy's chest as she climbed out of the tub, and turned to kneel on a towel on the deck, facing me, her arms braced on the rim of the tub from the outside.

"You are going to need to get out of the water for a while, Sammy," she whispered loudly in his ear.

My friend finally reacted without looking at me, even for a moment. He was bouncing up and climbing out of the water in moments. Yeah, his thoughts and Gwen's encouragement had him pretty much back to full mast again.

Was I really ready to have that thing driving into my woman's interior?

Yes. Yes, I was. I was anticipating it even. Sammy really wasn't pornstar excessive, just regular guy big. But even if he had been...

Gwen looked over her shoulder as Sammy knelt between her feet and caressed her ass in wonder.

Yeah, you should wonder, dude. That ass is to die for.

I sense her eyes following his cock as he took it in his hand and rubbed it between her legs. But then she turned her gaze back to mine, holding my eyes with hers as Sammy pushed into her. She kept her concentration on me, but I saw her eyes widen as he pushed slowly into her.

Sammy thrust into my love, slowly increasing his pace after the first few penetrations, but Gwen quickly admonished him, "Slowly! I told you, I want this to last a good long while." She grinned at Deidre, "Thanks for making that more likely!"

All of us laughed, even Sammy, who was a bit focused at the moment. But he did slow down, and just started riding Gwen with an easy rhythm, blissful but not frantic expressions on both their faces. It was a glorious sight.

I was feeling very relaxed. Well, except for one part of me, which was anything but.

But Zoe was craning her head to see, and she popped up to sit on the rim of the tub, giving her a much higher angle.

"That looks like a better vantage," Deidre observed, and stood up as well. She pulled me with her, and now I was sitting on the rim of my hot tub, a naked girl leaning on me from either side, staring at my lady get fucked... from an admittedly much better angle.

I felt a jerking motion in front of me. Both Deidre and Zoe, without taking their eyes off of Gwen and Sammy, had reached for my cock simultaneously. Instead of touching it, they had touched each other's hands first. They both giggled and looked at each other like gunfighters. I realized that whichever of them won, I would too...

Then they shrugged, and both reached down to start caressing my cock. Surprise, surprise. I was hard again already.

I found myself more than happy to experience this whole, two completely different hands on my junk at once, thing. But I mostly kept looking at Gwen. Somehow, with Sammy slowly riding her from behind, she had the good graces and wherewithal to look a little provoked about my situation. Sammy grunted suddenly, I realized she had just squeezed her kegels extra hard.

Then Deidre leaned over and kissed my cock. She considerately sucked on it a bit too. Then she straightened up, and Zoe took a turn. A very nice turn. A longer turn. Deidre pushed her away gently but insistently with a snort, and bent to also spend a longer spell with my cock between her lips.

They started trading off, back and forth, and let me tell you, as system analyses go, comparing two quite expert methodologies for fellatio side by side is one hell of a case study.

Zoe was considerably more energetic, bobbing up and down on me swiftly, drooling quite a bit as she did so. Each stroke of her lips sent tiny shivers along my length. Her hand would delicately curl around the base of my shaft, tilting me slightly toward her as she worked.

Deidre would take over, grasping my root more firmly. Then she would languidly let my cock press past her lips. Each time she sucked me in, she would employ a routine that alternated between languid licking and caressing of my junk inside her mouth one time, with slowly but aggressively taking as much of me past her lips as she could the next. She could take a lot.

Then back to Zoe, then back to Deidre.

The process was freaking amazing. An absolute buffet of sensory delights, if you will. And watching Gwen get fucked by Sammy, while she watched me with the same look in her eye as I had in mine, made it twice as mind-blowing. She was always the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, but in this situation, this pure sexual adventure she was having with Sammy, that vision was suddenly in perfect focus.

And her own attention, despite being visibly carried away by the sensation of being fucked so comprehensively, still kept part of its consciousness on me, my enjoyment, and my enjoyment of her enjoy... It was circular. And it was awesome.

Deidre and Zoe were about to switch off again, but I stopped them, lifting both of them higher with gentle pressure under their chins. "You know," I said, not bothering to keep my voice quiet at all, "You don't have to take turns. Why don't you just both do it at once?"

The two girls paused and looked at each other speculatively. Zoe raised her hand to Deidre's face, her fingers hovering inches from her lips.

Oh, hell, yes!

Then Zoe dropped her hand, and they both looked at me with merry scorn. "Get real, Carl," Deidre snorted with laughter. "You know we don't rock that way!"

Gwen was laughing too, grinning at me. Sammy responded to that by kicking up his pace a little, but even he was laughing at me.

I just shrugged and pouted extravagantly.

Deidre rubbed her hand over my bare chest. "Poor Carl, he's just going to have to settle for this freaking orgy we are having here." Zoe said nothing, because she had sucked my cock back between her lips.

Wow. Were we having an orgy?

Yup. This was an orgy, pretty much full on.

Had I signed up for orgies in all this?

No.

Bonus!

I grabbed Deidre and kissed her as Zoe sucked my cock. That was nice, but not so nice that I kept her from breaking the kiss to take her turn. Zoe was about to rise up and get in on the kissing action, when she paused.

Gwen had pushed Sammy back out of her, but clearly not because she wanted him to stop. She lunged to the side and grabbed the small wooden table we kept by the hot tub to put towels on so they would not get wet. She promptly dumped the whole pile of towels off it and pulled it to her. She rolled over and let her perfect ass settle on its top. Then she slumped back so her shoulder blades were resting on the rim of the tub. "That's better," she said, beckoning Sammy to come and kneel between her legs again.

He knew how to follow instructions, and in mere moments, I was watching him drive into my lady once more.

Gwen rolled her head backwards to look at me upside down. "That's... unh... better," she grunted a Sammy thrust into her. "I still watch Carl provoke me, but I can also watch you, Sammy," she added lifting her head to look down her body to where Sammy had her hips in his hands and his cock burying itself inside her.

"I especially want to be able to see when you start to pick up your pace, Sammy," she added throatily. She paused. "That's an invitation," she added significantly to Sammy.

Again, Sammy knew how to follow orders, and he started fucking Gwen harder. At first, he did not actually increase his rate; he just made each thrust much harder and faster, with slower withdrawals. Her tits started jiggling with the impact of his hips against her body. But now that he had let his body loose a little, I could see it getting away from him like a dog slipping its leash at the park. He started going faster.

"Oh, yeah. That's nice," Gwen sighed, and let her head droop back to look at me again. Zoe had picked up on the vibe shift and was increasing the pace and intensity of her own efforts on me. When Deidre moved in, she too ratcheted things up a notch. The tip of my cock was suddenly spending a lot more time in the back of her throat. My own head was doing some lolling back and forth.

My watch thumped. My alarm was going off! I fumbled to snooze it.

"You have an alarm set?" Deidre asked in amusement. Zoe had her tongue around my shaft, and I just felt her chuckle.

"Sunscreen," I gasped. Things were getting a lot more serious down there for me. "Pretty important out here," I moaned. "Especially... ahhhhh, especially today, no?" I said, waving vaguely at all the nudity.

Zoe popped off my cock, blanching. "I do not want sunburned tits," she exclaimed, then yelped when she realized that Deidre had taken the chance to swoop in and start practically deep-throating me again.

"No one needs to stop now," Gwen gasped. She lifted her head to watch Sammy. "Or even slow down," she added firmly. Sammy resumed his pace of moments before; he even sped up some more. "But," my woman added, dangling her head back to look at Deidre, who was taking almost as much of me as Gwen could herself, "When things, ohhhh, slow down again... ungh... in a few, oh shit yeah, minutes," my lady panted, "I'm going to need you, unh, and Sammy, unh, to lotion up Every. Inch. Of. My. Body..."

"I'm next!" Zoe put in. "Dee's going to have to wait until after me this time!" Then she leant back down to take my cock back from her friend. She licked up and down my length, and started to add a gentle pumping of my shaft down where she grasped its root.

"Fine," Deidre replied languidly. "Carl, Sammy, I'm happy to let you practice on these two, and get to me when you have it down..."

I tried to laugh, but I was short on breath and not thinking completely coherently. Gwen was in much the same boat, but she giggled a bit between moans.

"Then the... three of us... will do each... of you," Gwen grunted.

Sammy tried to laugh, but it died in his current intensity. Dude was fucking my lady hard at this point.

Zoe just sucked me harder.

Things were coming to a head, it seemed.

Yes. Yes, they were. Sammy gasped and moaned, "That's it. That's it! Coming," he added through gritted teeth. I watched his body jerk and spasm, and realized he was filling my woman up.

Gwen certainly realized it, and I literally saw her composure crumble. She wordlessly cried out. She stared down between her legs, and her hips bucked visibly. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhhh..." she mewled in delirious agony. It was the noise she made when she came really hard.

Well done, Sammo!

Her head draped back languidly to stare at me and my exquisite predicament.

I was clearly on edge, and Zoe had now jacking me hard, hand a slobbery blur on my member. "Want to swallow it?" Zoe asked Deidre. "Or me? We just don't want it to get in the water, right?"

"No! I want to see," gasped Gwen. They looked at her.

"Whatever you all want," I gasped. "I'm already replacing the water on Tuesday anyway!"

The two sank down into the water together, and leaned in as one toward my cock. Deidre took over jacking me.

Their faces were close together as they looked up at me...

"I'll bet you wish we'd kiss right now, huh?" she asked evilly.

"Yeah, and rub out tits together right here," Zoe elaborated.

They we trying to torture me. They were obviously going to milk this bit for a while.

Too bad, suckers!

Before either of them could get into the torture in earnest, I came.

Well, I spurted. A single long, powerful, wonderful-feeling thread of jizz arched out of my cock and my eyes bugged out. Most of it landed in the water, but a good bit came to rest on Dee's pulsing shoulder.

But I hadn't come. I still hung there on the biological precipice. Deidre, bless her, just kept stroking me as they both looked at the white sticky stuff on her shoulder.

They thought I had come.

It felt like I stayed there, hanging, my orgasmic rise frozen in place, for an hour. I'd guess it was actually about a second or two. Dee only got in a couple of strokes before I collapsed internally, and the rest of my ejaculation erupted when my orgasm hit for real, spattering both of them this time, but still mostly the water. "Oh, fuck!" I gasped in relief at the unbelievable torture/pleasure of that second or two of interrupted orgasm.

Dee finally slowed her stroking of me, and I sagged. Spent.

"That was an impressive show," Sammy observed, his dick still in my Gwen.

"Yeah," I agreed, struggling for air. "After we all get lotioned up, I think you and I need to thank these two for the show in a similar fashion."

"You better," Zoe humphed, wiping a bit of my cum off her breast and giving it a taste test. "Not bad!" she said brightly to Dee.

Deidre likewise had her finger in her mouth as well. "MmmHmm," she added in agreement.

"Another bottle of Champagne," I grunted, struggling to my feet. "Then sunscreen."

I brought back bottle number two (I had two more in the fridge) and poured more bubbly.

"Cheers!" I said. We all raised our glasses and took a sip.

Deidre stood up in the tub and raised her glass again. "To Carl and Gwen! I don't know what got into you two, or if you know what you are doing. But I hope you do, because I kind of don't want it to stop!"

We all laughed and drank. The glasses did not last long.

I set my once again empty plastic flute down and grabbed the huge bottle of sunscreen that I had brought out with the Champagne. "All of us are getting sun where it usually doesn't shine," I said merrily. I looked at Gwen hungrily. Then I looked at Sammy. "My lady is pinking up a little already. What say you and I protect her?"

Sammy's eyes almost bugged out.

Dude is a certified stud. Physically and in the game department. He does alright with the ladies routinely, is what I'm saying. But I was morphing from irritated to amused at how he was always the one of us most behind the curve. I don't think he had believed her when Gwen suggested it, even though he was balls deep in her as she spoke.

Gwen just wordlessly grabbed one of the big towels she had dumped off the table and spread it out on the deck. Then she lay face down on it, glistening in the sun.

I've seen Gwen's ass enough times that I no longer have to bite my knuckle when I see it laid out on display like that. I still want to, but I can manage not to.

Sammy had no such level of experience.

I popped easily out of the tub, my dick at a comfortable third-chub. I took the sunscreen and settled to my knees on the other side of Gwen. I squirted a healthy dollop on my hands and ostentatiously set the bottle down across her in invitation.

Sammy was done with hesitating, but he still shook his head as he swiftly got out and knelt on her other side.

Soon, we both were spreading sunscreen all over Gwen's taut body, tracing her curves and enjoying ourselves thoroughly. Gwen was, too. She murmured and I could feel her relax under our touch.

"Sammy," she murmured in a soft, relaxed voice, "my ass has the least tan of all, can you get to taking care of that?"

Sammy automatically froze, and looked to me. But only for an instant. He just bent and wordlessly began massaging lotion over and around Gwen's ass, which I had left untouched for this very occasion. A soft sigh escaped my lady's lips.

Deidre and Zoe had gotten out of the pool a minute or so before, 'to prevent pruning', and were watching intently. It wasn't like one of those stories where an onlooking girl is helplessly jilling herself off. And they certainly were not taking care of each other. They weren't even sitting near each other.

They were not so much turned on as... waiting. Waiting with a mixture of impatience, but also a desire that this job be done right. To set a precedent...

When Sammy was done running his big thumbs together fairly deep in Gwen butt crack, I announced, "time to turn over, darling."

"Mmmm. Okay," Gwen murmured, her voice a parody of a sleepy child. Languidly, she rolled over on the towel, her body glistening between Sammy and me, delicately-sized breasts upthrust.

I leaned down, and took Mate's Prerogative, claiming Gwen's torso, starting with her shoulders. I massaged lotion into the soft skin above her chest, which, to be honest, was the only part of Gwen that looked all that sun-kissed from the morning's activity.

Sammy shrugged, as if knowing his place, and moved to start rubbing lotion into Gwen's feet and between her toes. He moved up slowly, just as I moved down to spend entirely too much time for practical needs lotioning up Gwen's breasts.

Hey! I've already mentioned that my hands fit those beauties like a tailored suit.

But in so doing, Sammy got ahead of me. I was just starting to work on Gwen's belly when Sammy reached the very tops of her thighs, his thumbs resting at that point, down between her legs.

He paused. I looked up at him and saw that, for once, he wasn't hesitating. He was making sure I watched as he finally decided to be proactive about provoking me. With a smile not quite aimed in my direction, Sammy gently lifted one of Gwen's legs, let the knee bend, and set it back down out wide. Then he moved between her knees and did the same with the other leg. Gwen was completely relaxed in my arms, her treasure splayed out for Sammy.

Was my guy about to fuck her again?

No. Mention had been made of oral thanks, right?

He bent his face slowly to her crotch, and I heard him begin to lick.

Gwen gasped at whatever his precise movements were, and I slid to my side next to her. I began to kiss her deeply, a hand eagerly returning to worship first one breast, then the other. If we were going to go full orgy here, I might as well enjoy it to the full.

My woman and I lay there, making out fairly furiously now, with Sammy's face buried in her crevice. Suddenly, Gwen's hips bucked, and she sighed a long, "Ohhhhhhh!" She began writing in my arms and against Sammy's face. I kissed her ferociously until she pushed my face away. "Fuck," she gasped. "I wanted this to last longer! Oh, fuuuuuck!" Her body practically levitated off the deck as an orgasm took her that I was pretty sure was even better than the monster that had taken her with Sammy's dick hammering inside her.

Sammy and I both rose to our knees and looked down at my love.

"So that was nice," Gwen giggled, mostly unable to move.

"Just lie there, sister," Zoe said with an evil grin. "There's more room on the deck!" With that, she grabbed another large towel and spread it out near Gwen. She lay face down on it, almost quivering in anticipation.

"A little anxious, there?" Gwen murmured, unable to summon the energy for a really good taunt.

"Listen, Ms. All-Over Tan," Zoe snorted. "Clock is ticking, and the sun is shining down. Dee and I have pale tan lines to protect!"

"Buy a house!" Gwen and I laughed simultaneously, then smiled at each other. "A nice fenced-in backyard, and you too can be tan line free," Gwen mumbled.

I moved to grab Zoe's ankles this time. Sammy arched his eyebrows at me as I grabbed the Featured Performer Position, but swiftly moved to start working on Zoe's shoulders. "For what it's worth, Zoe, I like your tan lines," he rumbled. I pointlessly nodded my agreement.

Sammy made sure to pay special attention to her paler areas of skin, while I went swiftly up Zoe's legs, until I got to her generous ass. I slowed way down there. Whatever bikini bottom Zoe usually wore, it was a lot more demure than the thong she had sported upon arrival today. I'd had my hands on her ass, bare and clothed, plenty by now, but it was nice to be able to use both hands on her bare flesh while giving it my full attention.

Well, almost full attention. Gwen and I were trading deliciously challenging looks the whole time.

When Sammy reached her waist, meeting the lotion I had already applied, I gently swatted Zoe's ass. "Time to turn over, you!"

"Hey!" Zoe cried in mock dismay. "You didn't spank Gwen," she told me accusatorially, while turning over eagerly, as requested.

"I know what's good for me," I snorted.

Sammy got to have a great time lotioning up, massaging, and otherwise playing with Zoe's lovely rack.

I got a very flavorful face full. Zoe did not in any way taste better than Gwen. Not as good as Gwen, actually. But her admittedly delicious flavor was... powerful.

As I worked on her, I looked up at her lovely rack. Sammy's hands were enjoying making sure that she got no sunburn on those lovely pale mounds.

Zoe's head was rolled over toward Sammy, and she took the head of his cock between her lips. She wasn't blowing him or anything; she just was enjoying it like he was a pacifier.

That came in handy later, when she got fairly loud.

By the time Zoe came down, Deidre had already settled down on the towel Gwen had lain on earlier.

"Eager, aren't you?" Gwen observed.

"Blame me?" Deidre retorted. My lady just snorted.

Somehow, I found myself again with the feet. I was not complaining.

This time, once I had Deidre's feet done, I moved them apart so I could kneel between them, working my way up her legs that way, instead of from the side.

Zoe and Gwen snorted, and I looked up to see that Deidre had already grabbed Sammy's dong and was giving it the same pacifier treatment that Zoe had.

Dammit! The only form of jealousy I had felt recently once again reared its amusing head. It was a lot easier to have that experience with equipment that... extensive, so Deidre did not have to crane her neck as much as she would, had I been up there.

Sammy still managed to stay on task, and both of us seemed eager to get the backside done, so we could move to Deidre's front. With her less extensive, but much paler, bikini memories lotioned, Sammy and I teamed up to flip Deidre over gently. She just sighed as she lay back.

I'll admit it. She got a lot less extensive leg massage than I'd bestowed on Zoe. I wanted to get where I was going. Sammy was more patient, as he was already being nursed on again.

Deidre was utterly hairless down there.

Now, Gwen had gone back and forth between bushy and bare in our first year or so together. She had sensed my preference, and settled on her current fashion of a close-cropped, minimalist look. Honestly, I did prefer a bit of decoration to look at. That said, with your face pressed too close for examination, there is a lot to be said for having a completely unadorned field to work on...

My friend is responsive, and she was responding heavily in short order. I felt tremors of tension begin to build in her, and I redoubled my energy.

"Bwah!" Deidre gasped, spitting out Sammy's package... temporarily. "Gwen!" she called out. "Make your man finish me with his dick!"

"This isn't health insurance, Deidre," I murmured, between licks. "You don't need to get a pre-authorization."

"Don't make me laugh," gasped Deidre.

"Carl," Gwen said sternly. "Don't be rude. Fuck our guest." She turned her face toward Zoe. "Honestly, you try to train them, but they just won't learn manners."

I jerked up my head to glare at Gwen. The woman had just discovered a whole new method of provocation.

I also jerked my head up, because if I had not, I could not have slid forward to drive my cock into Dee. I did not wait. I did not go slow. She was sopping, and I had her labia petaled out already. I just lifted her hips up and thrust into her depths. I knew I had her close, and did not want her to fall back by messing around. She gasped as I drove in, and sucked harder on Sammy, who did not hate that at all.

I don't think I get in more than six or seven good pushes before Sammy's fun came to an end. Deidre once more spat him out, rolled her head back, and came at a volume that had to be audible beyond our absent neighbor's yards. Screw those distant people. They wouldn't be able to tell where it was coming from.

Gwen and I had heard louder cries from somewhere near us, from time to time, on warm, quiet nights. I know all the neighborhood wives. I just didn't know which it was that screamed louder than Deidre...

Then...

"Oh, fuck," Dee gasped, flopping back like a fish. "Thanks! I really didn't want a sunburn."

"Nice," Gwen snorted. Then she got up and nudged Deidre with her bare foot. "But get up."

"I think I'll just lie here in a puddle for a bit," Deidre sighed.

"Sammy needs lotioning up," Gwen said. "Come on. The three of us should be able to take care of him... that, I mean, in short order."

Sammy just reclined on his side and laughed. Then he rolled over onto his belly.

"You know this is not the side we are most interested in," Deidre said, sitting up.

"I'm just glad you four remember that guys like me need sunscreen, too," Sammy mumbled, his grin audible in his voice.

I had had a friend about as dark a Sammy back in high school who had gotten utterly cooked one summer at the community pool. If the girls had not decided to do it, I'd have insisted. He had been miserable.

But they made short work of his back, rolling him over eagerly. Sammy laughed as the three comparatively diminutive women 'manhandled' him onto his back.

They were good girls, though, and stayed away from the main attraction while they got the rest of his body.

But Zoe got to that cock first. She started rubbing Sammy's once again extremely hard cock like she had missed it. Which I suppose she had. "You know, bro," Zoe murmured to Sammy, "I know we all have our own things going on, and that is how we all want it. But I'm going to insist you start making this available again from time to time."

Deidre instantly reached over and put a hand on Sammy's dick, too. They both stroked him. "What she said," Deidre added sternly. Sammy threw up his hands in happy capitulation.

"You guys need to actually use some lotion there," Gwen said, smearing a copious supply of said lotion over Sammy's nipples.

"In good time," Zoe snorted. "But I checked. This sunscreen tastes terrible. If I lotion him up already, none of us will want to suck it."

"I can wait on the lotion," Sammy interjected urgently.

We all laughed. Then my woman leaned over and placed her lips on Sammy's helmet, while Zoe and Deidre both kept stroking his shaft.

How fucking long was that thing?!?

Oh. Neither girl was using their whole fists, just a few fingers and thumb each.

Still... damn.

Then they both released him, and Gwen slid her lips down deep along his length. She bobbed once, then slid off, tilting him toward Zoe. And all of a sudden, they were rotating turns, just one or usually two bobs apiece. In between turns, Gwen just challengingly licked her lips at me. I just grinned back at her.

In the end, it was Zoe who got the face full. I'm not sure she was actually looking to get it, but she was just diving in after Gwen had released Sammo from her lips when my buddy let fly with a happily agonized grunt.

Zoe popped upright, creamy jizz dripping down her bemused cheek, and the other girls laughed at her uproariously.

Sammy collapsed on the deck.

Gwen handed Zoe one of the smaller towels, and beckoned me toward the other large one that was already laid out from earlier. "Can't have you getting burnt, my man," she simmered.

I tried to lie down on my front, but Gwen stopped me. "We'll get your back, I promise. For now, face up, Mister."

I could live with that edict. The three of them were industrious in covering me from top to bottom, though I was glad to observe that they left my cock in suckable condition. Very glad.

But they had barely begun to do the rotating blowjob thing that I had been so eager to try when Gwen just growled in something like frustration. She swung her leg over me, shoving Deidre away on the my other side, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her interior.

There remains nothing like being inside Gwen. The obvious emotional enhancement notwithstanding, I am convinced that she had the most scrumptiously comfortable pussy I have even been so much as near. There were a few interested murmurs from the other girls as Gwen started to ride me.

But I needed more. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her against me, and rolled over atop her. I needed to take her.

But I had barely thrust into my love more than twice when I froze. Hands full of cold lotion were massaging my ass, one set of hands per cheek.

"Hold on a moment, Gwen," Deidre giggled. We will take care of Carl's lotion for you."

Gwen just snorted and held out a hand for a dollop of the sticky stuff. She simply began to rub it into my shoulders while the girls did my ass, then the rest of me. I just lay there and pulsed my cock inside Gwen. It was something we did often, when we had already been wild together, were tired, but still wanted that physical meld.

I was by no means tired yet, but I let my mind almost drift away on a sea of soft caresses, anchored to Earth by my anchor in Gwen. We kissed softly.

I knew that I was fully lotioned when the four hands on my back all drifted back to my ass, massaging it and kneading it.

And waking it up.

I started thrusting into Gwen, just a little.

Or at least, that was my plan. But as I said, I wasn't that tired. It did not take long until my ass was swaying back and forth with my now long and hard thrusts into Gwen. She was clutching her arms around my lower back passionately, and I felt her fingernails digging lightly into my slickly lotioned skin.

We had not said a word to each other since she had climbed onto my cock. Words were unnecessary. Despite the teasing, sometimes pinching, hands on my moving ass, I was losing track of our guests.

Rude, I know. Fuck 'em.

Later.

Our slow, languorous fuck slid with incredible swiftness to a rich, passionate rut. I was pounding into Gwen with an intense need to be inside her, and she clutched at me with an equally intense invitation.

Zoe and Deidre were losing their grasp on my glutes, laughing quietly as they kept grabbing it again. But soon they gave up. The hands lifted away, and I felt a palm spank me as a parting gift.

"Ohh! That's right, girl! Give him the spurs," Zoe laughed.

So. Deidre was the spanker.

I would remember that.

I would make plans for revenge.

Later.

Right now, Gwen and I were completing a high-speed, utterly tender merger, and all other considerations fled.

We got a little loud, I think. I'm not sure, but it all sounded loud. I sure seemed loud.

I made no real effort to extend the experience. Why would I? Gwen and I were in an elemental state. When my body was ready, it was ready, and I jetted into my love. I felt like I was floating atop her body, as if my ejaculation had left me weightless.

And as so often happens, Gwen's body responded. I felt her thrash beneath me, her fingernails now digging hard into my back as she spasmed.

I slammed into her a few more times, then barely managed to brace myself on my forearms above her as my imaginary weightlessness vanished in a heartbeat. Gwen's orgasmic experience lasted a bit longer, but she too collapsed at last, and I felt her body go limp beneath me. I felt it go limp around me...

We kissed. Long, by softly.

"Daaaaamn," Deidre said softly. We both turned and grinned at her.

Sammy, Deidre, and Zoe were all standing together, staring at us. They suddenly looked awkward.

"We should probably go," Sammy said, and both girls looked ready to agree.

"What? Why?" Gwen asked.

"That was... You two look so, um, connected," Sammy said. "It was, um, sweet. We need to let you two have your privacy, don't you think?"

"What you three need to do is help Carl and me grill and eat all the hamburgers and hot dogs I got out of the freezer this morning," Gwen snorted. "I don't know about you, but I am ravenous for some reason." They laughed at that and seemed less poised to bolt. Not because they were more at ease, but because they all suddenly realized they were ravenous too.

"Besides," Gwen said, still lying there limply as I popped to my feet, more energetic and revitalized than I had any right to be after all that. "We just reapplied sunscreen, remember?"

"Yeah," I said, turning toward the house. As I passed them, I swatted Deidre's wonder, bare ass without warning. "And besides. You can't end an orgy at lunch time."

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I am going to end this series here, at least for now, for several reasons. Most importantly, it is on the verge, if not beyond, of just becoming new ways for our friends to do what they are doing. There is no story to that.

But I also have a new series that barged into my brain a month or so ago, and it is far too deliciously ridiculous not to bend my attention to. Please stay tuned!

Nevertheless, thank you so much for working through this experiment with me. I think I got Carl and Gwen to the destination I wanted to see if I could. Is it realistic? Hell, no. Please do not take this story as relationship advice! But I hope you take it as fun.

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