Barstow - Ice in the Hot Tub!

"Whaaaaat? What did you say you're going to do?"

Steve is in the kitchen lingering over his coffee. The investment markets haven't opened yet so there is really no reason for nose-to-screen in the office, managing their finances.

A few moments ago Emily scurried behind him into the garage, scurrying back carrying two heavy bags of something, rushing to the patio. She rattled the sliding door more than usual, followed by two long splashes from that something apparently being poured into the hot tub.

She's now back in the kitchen, messing around making iced coffee from Steve's morning brew. "You heard me! Two ten-pound bags of ice!" Yeah, her nipples are still hard from holding the heavy ice bags against her naked body while manhandling the sliding door.

"Gawd, Em. You know the tub heater will go into overdrive!"

"Nope! Turned it down to 80."

Steve hangs his head and audibly sighs.

"Geez, Stevie. With the sun shining on it yesterday and this morning, it was up to 103. I know you like to parboil us, but that was just too hot!"

"And you want a place to cool off, anyway. I get it. What's it supposed to be today?"

"98. It's so muggy though. The heat index is supposed to be 109 or 110. Stupid hot. Weatherdweeb last night said we're looking at breaking all sorts of records."

"Yeah, saw that. Okay. Whatever. But I'm going to raise it to 95 before tomorrow night's party. 80 is too cool for guests. I don't think we can keep it that low for long, anyway. Just the ambient will heat it up again."

The patio door can be heard sliding open and then closed. About five seconds later, there's a shriek, and...

"FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" an obviously upset Cyan yells. "Which one of you idiots dumped ice in the tub?"

"Oops," Emily snickers.

Steve glares at Em and hollers back, "Not I!"

"Well gawddammit, Emily. Why didn't you warn me?"

"We talked about this last night! Apparently you were distracted!"

Cyan mutters something unintelligible, and the sliding door can be heard opening and closing again.

"Of course I was. That's the price we pay for having pizza."

"Uh huh. What got into Marcus? He was pounding the hell out of you for a good hour or so."

"Ashley and Steve, that's what. I am guessing, in his mind, at least, he was getting back at Stevie by doing me as hard as he was."

Steve rolls his eyes, staring out the window trying to stay out of this conversation.

Cy continues, "Yeah, I don't get the jealous bit. He knew the score going in. Ashley's just supposed to be his playtime tutor."

"Stevie, did Ash say anything to you about it?"

"She did. She's concerned that he's getting 'too lovey,' she said. Just wanting to cuddle."

"She mention anything about breaking it off?"

"Yep. She's been there before, and is going to approach it as 'completed his studies' or something like that."

"Will we need to find another pizza place?" Emily asks, semi-seriously. "Really don't want to have to break-in another one."

"Florinda's, and I'll give you a waiver."

"'Waiver' for what, Steven?"

"Answering the door nude for a pizza delivery."

"That's drastic!"

"I know that."

"But Stevie?" Cyan breaks in. "We've been using Angelo's for a long, long time."

"I know that, too. But if we can't get Marcus to tone it down with Ashley, we're not left with much choice. Besides..."

"Besides what?"

"I've never said anything up 'til now, but Florinda's makes better pizza. Closer to the doughy crust style we grew-up with in California."

"Oh?"

"Ever since the change in ownership at Angelo's. They monkeyed with the recipe."

Emily muses, "Big chain places?"

"Nope. Nope nope nope. Domino's is... well... Domino's. Okay in a pinch but not the best."

"Papa John's? I've had some, and it can be pretty good."

"No. I boycotted them for years because of Schnatter's politics and advocacy against minimum wage changes. He also was messing around with female employees and got sued for sexual harassment at least twice. He was run out of town by his board of directors."

"Didn't know that."

"But reading the WSJ, I guess he has gone on to other things now, so we'll consider it. Prefer patronizing the locals, anyway. You know how I am."

"Oh, I sure do," Em derisively snarks.

"What do you mean by that?"

She turns around and shakes her butt at him. Cyan laughs. "That I know you, and that you are going to get your ass out of that chair and follow me to the big shower. Cy? Wanna help?"

"I'll help, but I'm still sore from Marcus."

"No doubt. But I don't mind. I'm certain that Stevie here doesn't."

He shakes his head as he rises from the seat. Em grabs his cock and pulls him down the hallway.

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Emily and Cyan were able to mellow Steve's mood about the possible change in pizza place. Once they got him off in a team effort, he was able to return the favor to Emily, at least. Cy wasn't kidding about last night's nonsense with Marcus leaving her pussy sore.

Steve steps out to the patio to check the temperature of the tub water after Em's "damage". He hears a text alert on his phone. It's Ashley.

"Hi lover. You were sweet last night. Thank you. Cy OK?"

"Still sore."

"No surprise. We need to talk about Marcus."

"Oh? Something happen?"

"Yeah. Lunch break. Have a moment?"

"Always"

"CU in 5"

Steve ducks into his office long enough to straighten a stack of papers and pet the dogs when he hears the front door open. Emily was close by and greets the incoming Ashley. They hug, kiss, and Ash purrs while she fingers Em's pussy. She squirms back.

Em lets her know, "I hope you're not here expecting something from Stevie."

"Just talk. But why?"

"We just got out of the shower with Cy."

"Say no more. He in his office?"

"Yep."

Ash steps through the kitchen and leans into the office doorframe.

"That's my ploy," Steve frowns at her.

"Oh, I know. Gets your attention, though."

"It does. Grab a seat. You guys had words."

"More or less. I completely got his taking it out on Cy. He wasn't happy about my being with you last night."

"But that's old hat. What changed?"

"I don't know what's driving it, but he had asked about moving in together and I obviously had to say 'no'."

"Not only Rule #2, but your parents."

"Uh huh. He knew right up front that he was not to fall in love with me. We had all sorts of discussions back then about Rule #2, but obviously it didn't sink in."

"I sort of see his side, Ash. Beautiful, smart, interesting, sexy, sexual, the whole nine yards, and then some. You got me, you know."

"Yeah, but you and I actually have something. I love you, Steven."

"I love you, too, Ashley. We're married. Where'd you guys leave it?"

"I asked him to think through what we've been talking about all along -- swinging partner, and nothing more."

"How has he been doing with that?"

"Usually okay when he's here at your place, but seems to cling when we're out trying to pick-up couples. At least I'm trying to pick-up couples."

"So there have been some fails because he more or less screwed it with mixed signals."

"That's the pattern. Gawd, Steve."

"What?"

"I thought you just had Emily and Cyan. Why the boner?"

"You. Natural reaction."

"But I have my work uniform on. That's about as un-sexy as it gets."

"I know what's underneath."

"Don't have the time right now."

"Oh, I know. But it's the thought that counts."

Ashley chuckles at him and leans over for a kiss, fingering his glans and spreading the pre-cum.

"Can't do it in the tub, anyway," Steve admits.

"Oh? Why?"

"Em screwed it up. Two bags of ice."

"That messes with the chemistry, you know."

"I know. But do you blame 'er?"

"Not at all. It's beastly out there. I'm hoping to make it through the rest of the day with only two fresh shirts in the truck."

"Long-range with Marcus?"

"I don't know other than cutting him loose. He's getting too close and I've told him as much."

"Afraid of that. This morning we were talking about changing our weekly pizza and party orders to Florinda's."

"I already have."

"Oh? Really? You should've told me that it was getting that bad."

"Sorry, Stevie. Didn't want to burden you with my relationship issues."

"You are always welcome to 'burden' me with whatever's on your mind! Gawd. You know that."

"Yeah," she sighs. "What do you think about it?"

"We got you and him into this mess, and we can cut him loose. Together. Cyan won't be real happy since she's been doin' 'im for years, but then again, last night was a little troubling for all of us. Hang on." Steve shouts out the door, "Cy? Em? Could Ash and I borrow you for a couple of minutes?"

"Coming!"

"On my way!"

The two appear in the doorway. "Whatcha got?" Emily asks.

"Ash is echoing what we talked about earlier. Marcus isn't working out, and she and I are talking about delivering the news together. Cy, I'm mostly concerned about you losing a fun lover."

"He wasn't much fun last night, Stevie. That wasn't exactly a friendly fuck."

"Still sore."

"Uh huh."

"Ash? Did you have any plans with Marcus after he got off work tonight?"

"We had talked about going out to a bar and cruising for couples, but that was earlier this week. After last night's argument before I dropped him off I don't know if we're still on or not."

"So it was an argument?"

"Admittedly, yes."

"Goodnight kiss?"

"Perfunctory peck."

"I'd take it from that you're still on."

"Yeah, I'm taking it that way, too. I gotta run. Dinner?"

"Yes," Cyan answers. "Burger patties, that really good rice, and fresh green beans."

"Thanks! Simple is good. See you later!"

Ashley passes kisses to the girls and lingers with a lover's buss for Steve.

"(You're so good to me,)" she whispers.

"(Right back atcha.)"

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Steve, Cyan, and crew are relaxed around the kitchen table, enjoying a satisfying evening repast. Jackson is up with the iced tea pitcher refreshing everybody's glasses. The sweating pitcher drips on Cyan's boob, eliciting a startled squeak.

"Ash? Pass the green beans, please," Steve requests.

That garners a chuckle from Emily. "Seconds on vegetables, Stevie?"

He glares at her, "You know I like 'em when they're fresh!"

"Yeah. Uh huh. What about your thing with broccoli and cauliflower, huh? And eggplant. You hate eggplant!"

"I do, and I always will!" he glares back.

Everybody else laughs at this exchange. Emily is getting a kick out of teasing her man this way.

But he isn't defenseless. He mumbles, "Brussels sprouts."

"Ew!" she protests. "How can you stand those?"

"Touché, sweetie. Delicious, when they're not boiled to death. Fresh off the stalk? Even better. We told you about Pixel and sprouts, right?"

"Uh. No."

"He loves 'em, too. We tried to grow our own. Stalks didn't even get a foot high before he chewed them down to the ground. And never leave a plate of 'em sitting on the counter."

"But he's not a counter surfer!"

"He is with sprouts!"

Jackson, Cyan, and Ashley are just cracking up.

"Okay, guys," Jackson interrupts. "Ashley, what's the game plan with Marcus?"

"Two things. First, he agreed to meet here at 9:30. Second, we're all going to be dressed."

"Wow. That alone will send a message."

"That's what I'm hoping for. Hey, Stevie. How's the tub temperature?"

"88, last I checked. Sorry, Em. The ice was no match for the heat."

"Still better than a hundred plus."

Ash jumps in, "I have the company truck. Got a test reader in back. Lemme check everything before anybody dives in, okay? Em, please pass it by me first before doing anything like that again!"

"Yes, Mom."

Tongue expressions are exchanged.

"Is that an offer?" Ash chuckles.

"It can be."

"After I get readings, okay?"

"I guess."

Ashley rises from her chair and Emily moves quickly for a butt pinch. Steve, Cy, and Jax are all laughing at the "score", but Ash gets the last word, pulling Em out of her seat for a firm hug. Hands are now exploring girl bits and they are kissing, putting those tongues to better use.

"Gotta test that water, girlie."

"I know."

"Let me go."

"I'll think about it."

They chuckle to each other, and Ashley steps away to retrieve a cover-up to go out to her work truck for the pool water test gear.

After doing her business with the hot tub, she comes back in to report, "Water's cloudy, but levels are within safe numbers. Em? Here or a bed?"

"Bed."

Ashley grins. "'Scuse us, everyone!" and they duck into Em and Jax's room.

The rest of the crew cleans-up the kitchen and slouches around the living room, each grabbing the remote from each other trying to find something they all can agree on to kill time before getting dressed for Marcus' arrival.

Jackson is not happy about Cyan denying his advances.

Steve asks her, "You sure Marcus didn't tear something?"

"No, sweetheart. Just abraded. He kept humping me dry. It's going to be a couple of days of ointment before I'm up to it again."

"I'm so sorry. Jax? Will Ashley do?"

"Yes, of course. But I'm in the mood for Cyan. Sweetheart? Cuddle?"

"Oh, Jackson. I shouldn't be taking it out on you. Yes. Let's go. Big bed. I think we could manage a BJ, too."

"That would be nice."

Steve is left to his own devices. So he summons the dogs into the living room, and the four of them spread out on the sofa, Solomon trying to lay in Steve's lap like he did when he was a puppy. He's way too big for that now. Sky is curled-up against one of the arms, and Steve feels a wave of melancholy in the understanding that his faithful companion of the past 10 years doesn't have a lot of time left. Vet said "heart murmur" on their last visit.

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All five are sort of scrambling around and bumping into each other as they try to find something appropriate to wear for the pending visit from Marcus. Not all that often that the entire household needs to have something on at the same time.

"Steve? Lemme borrow one of your polos, okay?" Jackson requests.

"How come?"

"Mine are all in the hamper."

"Oh, okay. You know where they are."

"Thanks!"

"Hey guys?" Emily calls from her bedroom. "Living room or kitchen?"

"Kitchen!" Steve calls back. "Living room would seem like an ambush."

"'Cause it is, Stevie!" Ashley gripes.

"We'll do our best to make him feel welcome before showing him the door."

"Steven!" Cyan protests. "You're awful!"

"Just kidding!"

Steve and Jax make sure everybody has a beverage to their liking as they migrate to the kitchen.

Steve asks, "Ash? Did you give him any idea what he was going to encounter here?"

"Sort of. I told him it was going to be a family gathering of the Taylorville pod."

"He was okay with that?"

"Seemed to be. He's made comments in the past about Toby and Caroline making him a little uneasy."

"But he was dating Caroline!"

"A thing about lawyers."

"Ah. Makes sense."

Ding Dong!

"Here we go!" Steve announces.

"I'll get it," Jax volunteers. "Probably the most neutral of all of us."

"Yeah. Good idea."

Jackson opens the door to Marcus.

"Whoa! Clothes! Never expected to see that here!"

Jax chuckles, "It happens sometimes. Come on in."

"Sorry about my appearance. I came straight from work. No time to swing by the apartment for a fresh shirt."

"Oh, we understand. The guys have been cooped-up all day under the A/C. Everybody's in the kitchen."

Jax leads him into the kitchen and offers Marcus a drink.

"Wow. Everybody is wearing clothes. This is serious." He sits down, looks at Ashley and says, "This is about last night, isn't it?"

"Uh huh," Steve replies.

"I know, Mr. A. Rule #2. Ash made me painfully aware I had crossed the line," Marcus answers. "And Cyan. I'm so sorry. I was too rough with you."

She grumbles, "It wasn't fun, Marcus. I'm still hurting."

Ashley furrows her brow. "You crossed the line a while back, Marcus. Like I told you last night, whether you were aware of it or not you were sabotaging our pick-up dates. I'd get the guy all worked up and ready to fuck me on the spot, and you'd practically hide from his girl. Even the really cute ones I would've liked to play with, too."

"Yeah. I guess. What now?"

"Stevie? I think you have a thought."

"I do. Don't know how to soft-pedal it, though, so I'll come out and say it outright. Marcus, you're sort of good with one-on-one dating, but only up to a point. The lifestyle stuff seems to be out of reach. Now I don't think we made a mistake teaming you up with Ashley, but it wasn't about matchmaking. Em?"

"Yes. It was about two people in need of a swinging partner. You seemed okay with Caroline as a FWB, so we thought you'd be good with Ash, too."

"But Car was taken many times over. Ashley had nobody steady in her life."

"Ah. But she did. Us."

Ashley nods.

"So I've discovered."

Steve takes it, "So. What do you think?"

"I think after my and Ash's fight last night and what I'm hearing from you guys, it's time to break away for a while."

"That would be the logical conclusion. There's more."

"Like what?"

"Your job. Just so there are no surprises, we can't risk your delivering here. We have to go elsewhere."

"And Ruby is going to wonder why you suddenly went dark. You guys are good for..."

"Four to five hundred a month. Hate to do that to 'er. What are you going to say if she asks?"

"Oh, she knows I have -- excuse me, had -- a relationship with you guys. Any way we can at least salvage that?"

"She has other drivers who know us, so if you can be up front with her, we can reconsider."

"Okay. I think it's time for me to go. I promise I won't hate any of you guys, I guess it all just got away from me and I was expecting too much. Ashley? One more?"

"Sure." She offers a friendly parting buss. "I'll see you out."

Ash has quietly returned from seeing Marcus to the door. There were some words exchanged in the foyer, but nothing loud, just a few pleasantries.

Steve poses to Ashley, "There weren't any tears, I hope."

"No. I wouldn't exactly say he understands, but he knows it couldn't continue as it was going."

"Will we see him again?"

"Doubtful. It was a pretty heavy blow. He's probably going to be licking his wounds for a while."

"One plus side, I guess."

"What's that?"

"Experience in pick-up dating. I know you didn't consider him very good at it, but I think the exposure you gave him will give him enough to not be a total wallflower. The nice guy will come out to anybody worth dating."

"Okay. Thanks, Stevie. I'll take it."

"What are your plans for tonight?"

"I dunno. I was tired from the heat to start with, and tonight wore me down that much more. Given that I'm already dressed, I think I'll wander home and crash in my own bed. Keep Emily out of the big freezer, will you?"

He chuckles as he glances over to Em, "No promises."

"Hey!" she protests.

=====

A bit of an early start for a Saturday, the fourple is gathered at the table for breakfast still rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and barely managing to hold their coffee cups. They hear the front door open and close, followed by some rustling as whoever it is removes their clothes.

A naked Ashley, towel in hand, walks into the kitchen, pours herself a cup, and takes a seat.

"I agree," she mumbles.

"With what?" Emily responds.

"It all sucks. Gawd, it was awful last night. Tossing and turning in the heat with nobody to stick to."

"Same here. Jax and Cy were splayed on their side of the bed trying to cool off. Geez, Cyan. Every time the A/C kicked on you were yanking on the covers. Steve and I wanted to cuddle fuck, but even the cuddling part was uncomfortable."

Steve grumbles, "And that was after two showers. We were able to cling to each other for the usual in the coolish rain, but back in bed? Awful."

"A/C couldn't keep up?" Ash inquires.

"Temperature-wise it was fine. The humidity... gawd. Hot and sticky became cold and clammy whenever it came on."

"Dehumidifier?"

"Yeah. We'll run to Menards today and pick one up. Portables are sort of a pain 'cause you have to constantly empty them, but we gotta do something."

"This 'heat dome' thing has apparently become a pattern. You want to consider a whole-house unit?"

"I'm all ears, Ash."

"Not an immediate solution, but I think I could get one from one of the shop's suppliers within a week at a good price. I'll help install it. It's an easy job. There's certainly room in the utility closet."

"Cheap, easy, and help? You have a deal."

She leans to Steven for a kiss. "Happy to be of service."

They all chuckle at this lovers' repartee.

Jackson poses, "What do you guys want to do about breakfast? I'm really not in the mood to heat up the kitchen. Cyan?"

"Me neither. It's still early. You think?"

Steve only has to consider it for a fraction of a second. "Yeah, I think. Good idea. Dogs will be good for the four hours we'll be gone. Jax, you've let 'em out, right?"

"Yeah. I'll feed them right now and give 'em another potty run just before we leave."

"Good. Everybody? You know what to do."

The clan rises from the table for one more shower before getting dressed to go out. No funny business this time, but hugs, kisses, and loving touching under the spray are welcomed by all.

"Guys?" Emily mentions to the girls as they towel-off, "I have extras of those flouncy cotton dresses if you want. Perfect for keeping cool."

Ashley laughs, "No shit, Em. As short as they are? And without panties? You are on! I see that, Steven!" she laughs again.

"Sorry! Can't help it! Mind of its own!"

Cyan chuckles, "Stevie always loves seeing us in those dresses. Nice to look at according to him. Quick access, too!"

Steve's face is turning red, and the girls laugh. They have his number on this, for sure.

"Steven? You're such a horndog," Jax chuckles.

Steve glances to Jax's crotch. Uh huh. "Glass houses, Jax."

Jackson laughs.

=====

"Stevie!"

Cat welcomes the troupe at the Crowne Plaza's café. No hug or kiss, she's on the clock.

"Hi, sweetie. You weren't alone last night, I hope."

She whispers, "(Nope. Keri and I were double-teaming Dexter.)"

"(Good for you guys. Plans after work?)"

"(Ker's off today. We were figuring on dropping by.)"

"(Just you two? Ash might want to do Dex.)"

"(Yeah, just us. Dex has other plans. We'll talk this afternoon.) Good morning everyone. Five?"

"Five it is."

"Walk this way."

"Can't!"

"Huh?"

"Maybe the girls can, but I can't swing my hips like that."

Cat giggles, "(I'd slap you, but somebody might see!)"

Steve grins.

"Four coffees and a tea service, right?" as she seats the group. Nods all around. "Be right back."

Catherine returns with a tea setup for Cyan in one hand, the coffee carafe in the other, and a wadded-up something gripped with the coffee. She sets the tea tray down, then circles around with Steve served last. She drops the wad in his lap.

He laughs, knowing what it is. "Cat?"

"(I see what the girls aren't wearing. Em and Ash flashed me. I get to play, too!")

"(Em's idea.)"

"(And you disapproved, I bet. You guys can be so nasty sometimes. I love it.)" She grins.

Steve softly chuckles.

"You all ready to order?"

"I'm not, Cat," Ashley answers. "Don't know the menu like they do."

"Okay. Be back in a moment."

Cyan glares at Steve as Cat departs. "Steven? You are a bad influence with those two. You're teaching them things hardly consistent with building a life with a faithful partner."

"Nuh uh. Not me. They are playing hard just like I'd expect two bi 22-year-olds to play. You forget they were doing the club scene before they hooked-up with us."

"Still."

"Sweetie? They brought game with them."

Emily breaks in, "Cy? He's right. They were and are supercharged with their sex. You know what attracts them to us?"

"Steve, for one thing."

"Okay, that's sort of a given. But it is Steve. And us. We're safe, and look out for their safety, and they can play in settings that are both sexy and safe. Don't you remember your early years with Steve? From what you've told Jax and me, you were taking some dangerous risks back then. Porn theaters in bad neighborhoods, for one thing."

Cyan sighs, "Well, yeah."

"Cat and Keri are all over their freedom to have joyous and rewarding sex because we make that possible, and without the teeth-gritting of the possibility of something going horribly wrong."

"But Keri got herself knocked-up."

"And we stepped in for counsel and support to help her understand the full spectrum of ramifications. She did the right thing, and is a better person for it."

Ashley is wearing a wistful, dreaming smile. "Cy? They are right. The girls are free to play without worry. I wish I had you guys along when I was getting started. I learned some things the hard way."

Emily warns, "Here she comes, everyone."

"Everybody ready?"

"In a second, Cat," Steve interrupts. "We've been talking about you and Ker and what attracts you two to us. You have a quick thought?"

"Steven? You have to ask? Both of us have told you that you are a young girl's dream lover. Not going to turn that down. We feel safe with you, that you're there for us, 24/7. And you are crazy, crazy fun. Is that a problem?"

"No. Cy is feeling a little mother-ish, that's all. Concerned about your futures."

"And that's part of it, too. We can talk in detail this afternoon. Breakfast?"

Requests are given and received. Cat skips off to the kitchen service window and clips their orders on the wheel.

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"One... two... THREE!" Steve and Jackson heft the heavy box with the new room dehumidifier into the back of the SUV.

"You just had to get the biggest one they had, didn't you?" Jax complains.

"Like I said inside, been there, done that. The ones they supposedly rate for a room our size are woefully inadequate. More than I wanted to spend, but as uncomfortable as we were last night, had to do something that would work. The girls are seated, so let's go."

"We still having folks over tonight?" as he disturbs Cy and Ash in the back seat to sit between them. Em's shotgun, as she always is.

Cyan answers, "No. Too many cancelled due to the weather. I told them we set the tub to a cooler temp and were getting this dehumidifier for the big bedroom, but three couples just didn't want to get out in it. So it's going to just be the polycule and the girls."

"Even Sarah?"

"Yes, even Sarah."

"Well that's an unexpected pleasure."

"It is. Steven, you have anything planned for when the girls get here?"

"I had half a thought about getting that old ice cream churn out of the storeroom."

"Hardly sexy."

"Yeah, but it's cool. I'll bet they'd enjoy the cold blast of dipping naked into the chest freezer for bags of ice... Emily. Mmmm. Hard nipples."

She chuckles, "Fuck you."

Ashley guffaws at that. "You know, Steven, we may give you a rough time about the hotel girls, but they are fun to have around and certainly a pleasure to bed with. They know what they're doing, they're smart and personable, and goofy like you can be. They're a really good fit for us."

"They are. And the other thing, too."

"Yeah," Ashley sighs. "They fuck anything that moves. I remember when I was like that."

There are soft chuckles and snickers from the others.

"Speaking of... you disappointed that Dex isn't coming with?"

"Yes and no. He's a cum monster with a big cock and all that, but his immaturity bubbles to the surface sometimes. I'll be happy with you, Jax, and Toby. I'm good."

"You know, Ash, since you had to unplug from Marcus, do you have any thoughts about date nights?"

"I do. Cy? Em? Jax? Would you mind if I took Steve to someplace like the Crowne so he could be my pick-up partner? That sort of thing seemed to be promising."

They glance around to each other and it's mostly shoulder-shrugs.

Steve suggests, "I'd be more inclined for local spots like you and Marcus were cruising. You seemed to have a lot of near-misses due to Marcus, so I'd try around here first. Crowne doesn't have pool tables or dartboards, so there's not the vibe of a loose and casual game of something to break the ice."

"That's a nice idea, Stevie. How are you at darts?"

"Horrible. And I forgot how the points worked years ago."

Now that got confirming laughs.

"You doing anything next Wednesday? It's a light schedule at work, the folks are going to be off playing bingo, and we could hang at one or two places to see who we can score."

"Okay, since we're going casual, how would you want me to dress? Gentleman Steve, or Sexy Steve?"

"Sexy Steve. Since I usually wear super-short dresses to play pool for obvious reasons, I'm thinking I want you in those short-shorts and a polo."

"The shorts where my cock pokes out the leg when I get hard?"

"Yep. If I'm showin' off the bait, so are you."

"Yellow pill?"

"Mygawd, yes. Duh."

More snickers from the peanut gallery. They know their lovers are being silly.

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With the dehumidifier in the big bedroom after the wrestling contest with the box in the outside heat, Steve and Jax have thrown their sweaty clothes into the hamper and rushed into the kitchen, only to push each other out of the way in their haste to grab a beer out of the fridge. Steve aggravates Jax by shoving the cold bottle into his junk as they flop onto the couch.

"Dammit, Steve! Geez... oh. That doesn't feel so bad. Hmm. Ice packs, maybe?"

"I wouldn't go that far. Girls in the shower? I hear it running."

"Yeah. Doing their best to cool off."

Somebody is punching in the combination to the front door.

"Hi, guys!" It's Cat and Keri, in very summery attire, both in thin halter tops and loose drawstring shorts.

"No hot tub today, huh?" Keri teases.

"No kidding," Steve mumbles.

"You put ice in it?"

"Sore subject!"

"Oh? What happened?"

"Em did that yesterday. Ashley scolded both of us for messing with the chemistry."

Cat asks, "She still here?"

"Yeah. All three are in the big shower."

In mere seconds, the young girls have tugged at strings, depositing the little they had on in the middle of the living room, kicked off their Crocs, and are now dashing to the big bedroom and bath to join the ladies.

Yeah, there are giggly screams and other wonderful girl sounds suddenly emanating from the back of the house. Steve and Jackson look to each other, shrugging their shoulders and rolling their eyes.

"Unfettered joy, Jackson. Hard to top that."

"I know. Should we?"

"No. Let them have this. We'll be the beneficiaries soon enough. Suggestion, though."

"What's that?"

"Once we hear them toweling off, I suggest we work-up hards."

"Oh? Okay. Why?"

"Cat and Ker are going to be leaping into lap fucks. They're a little charged-up from their overnighter with Dexter."

"You're the boss. Oh. Water's off. Here." Jax reaches for Steve's penis for a gentle caress. It gets the desired response.

"Thanks, buddy. Here you go."

"You sure do like messin' with my foreskin."

"Jealous. Of course I can't know what I'm missing, but it seems like I ought to."

Steve plays hide-and-seek with Jax's glans and foreskin.

"Oo. Cyan likes doing that to me, too. Feels good."

"Taking her lead. She's a connoisseur. There. Full mast."

"You too. Nice pre-cum. Ohgawd, perfect timing. Here they come!"

All giggly and jiggly, Cat and Keri are running down the hallway with intent. Cyan, Emily, and Ashley are all laughs and twitters, close behind and cheering on their lovers for the joyous score with their men.

"You were ready!" Keri laughs as she leaps over the back of the sofa to land next to Steven, quickly scooting onto his lap face-to-face to take his cock into her. Cat does the same with Jackson.

Cat giggles, making the scurrilous accusation, "You guys were stroking each other up for us, weren't you?"

Steve just grins. Cat leans over from Jax's lap to kiss him.

"We know you guys!" Keri laughs. "You are so fucking sexy!"

The young girls fasten their faces to their men with open mouth tongue-to-tongue passionate kisses. So erotic.

"Wow, guys!" Emily chuckles. "Cat said you two had Dexter last night! Why so crazy now?"

Keri answers, "Dex isn't y'all, Em! He's an incredible fuck, big cock and everything, and came in both of us twice, but he takes himself too seriously. You guys know how to have fun with it."

"Stevie? Serious?" Cat and Keri settle in, both girls wrapping their arms around their guy and pressing into them. Cat continues, "That what I was alluding to this morning."

"Go on."

"Ker? Swap? I need to be with Stevie for this conversation."

"Okay."

Ash, Cy, and Cyan chuckle over this. The men are lovin' it.

Catherine continues, "Mind-blowing fun and totally fulfilling sex, but cloaked in protection and love. Best of both worlds. Security and freedom to play."

"Don't you miss the clubbing? Had to have been quite an adrenalin rush."

"Kinda yeah. Don't miss the surprise groping, though. Just standing there taking a sip of my drink, and some passing dude reaches between my legs from behind and sticks his finger up my twat."

"You never mentioned that."

"Happened more than once."

"I'm going to be a guy here and ask what were you wearing."

Keri goes, "Uhhhhhhh..."

"Stevie?" Cat is about to admit something. "I can't say it. Go ahead, Ker."

"Stevie? We had a rep."

"Rep for what?"

"We'd come in together and check our clothes at the door. Clubwear sucked. Too fussy, too expensive, too easy to tear up. We'd be naked the entire night. Like here, but without the loving protection."

"Never busted for it?"

"Nope. Got to know the guy who ran the place."

"I'm sure you did. That was your 'door fee', wasn't it?"

"You are right."

"Very little gets by me. And I would hazard a guess that some of what you just called a 'finger' were actually cocks."

"Right again. Actually..."

Steve sighs. "Most of them were cocks. You'd both spend the whole evening fuck dancing with strangers. I've heard of underground clubs that allowed that."

Cat pouts about being outed like that, although she bobs up and down in Steve's lap a couple of times. "Stevie. Do you think any less of us for it?"

"Not at all, Cat. You neither, Keri. You're here, for one thing, I love you... we love you... you are in our laps desiring our love and I daresay, our sex, and without a single shard of regret or second thought on our part. You have us, and, if it's okay with you guys, we have you, too. You two belong to our loving and sexual family. You good with that?"

Keri leans from Jackson's lap to kiss Steven. A teary kiss. Cat follows with the same.

Steve follows with, "Thank you. Now it's our turn for true confessions. Cy? You start."

"Cat? Keri? I was a porn star when I was your age. I was paid to suck and fuck strange cocks."

"Wow." Keri asks, "Was any of it fun? Did you know Steve then? Do you... uh... have any of your vids?"

"Some was fun, some was definitely not, and, yes, Steve and I were dating toward the end of all that. But you know Steve. He laughed and hugged me when I told him. 'I knew you were extra special,' he said. We were already swinging as a couple. Yes, we have the vids. We have re-issues on DVD. They're pretty raunchy."

Cat is grinning. Her brow is furrowed trying to hide her wanting to ask something she doesn't think she should.

"Cat? What is it? Oh. Okay, I see that expression. You want to see one."

Everybody cracks up. Ashley laughs, "Of course she does! I want to see one, too!"

"Steve?" Cyan requests. "How about getting Teen Extreme out?"

Steve laughs, "So kinky and perverted on so many levels! Cat? Let me up. We'll watch it... uh... together."

Cat giggles as she lifts off and scoots over.

Steve reaches deep into the TV credenza for the hidden stash, and pops the disc into the player, dusty from months of disuse.

"Quality isn't going to be the best. This was back in the bad ol' video tape days. At least we were able to get a master on a professional cartridge for the conversion. I'm going to mute it. Audio is nothing but really bad music."

Steve has the remote in his hand as he sits back down. Cat had to stroke his penis a couple of times to induce enough of a hard to push him back in. She audibly purrs in settling down on him.

"(I love you, Stevie. I do.)

"(You too, sweetie.)"

"(Are there any surprises?")

He chuckles, "Just watch."

Opening title comes up after the silly "DO NOT COPY" warning frame.

Keri reads out loud, "Teen Extreme, Starring Tristan Hardon." She laughs. "Really? Hard-on?"

"Typical porn name for the era."

"'Featuring Robyn Thecradyl.' Ohgawd, Cy! Was that your stage name? Robbing the cradle?"

"Uh huh. First scene is mostly me taking off my clothes."

"Gawd, you were a stick back then! No tits at all! I sure like the beautiful figure you have now. You're gorgeous."

"No argument here," Steve chuckles. "That's the first fetish."

"What's that, Steven?" Cat asks.

"Try to guess how old she is."

"Fuck. You're right. She looks to be really, really young. Too young."

"Uh huh. She had just turned eighteen. This was before we met. She was certainly a late bloomer. Perverts were all over the implication. Oh. That scene cut."

"Yeah. What was that?"

"Look at her pussy."

"Huh. It's red and swollen now. It wasn't before the cut."

Cyan explains, "Director decided to fuck me to get me ready for the next scene. He splooged all over me. Makeup artist was pissed. But before she had a chance to clean me up, the film editor wanted a crack at me, too. Another mess."

"Porn was a nasty business, we guess," Keri remarks.

"Sure was. It still is. Much of the cheaper commercial production is legal rape. Okay. Here we go. Tristan is entering from the left."

"Skinny guy. Sort of tall."

"Focus on 'tall.'"

"Standard stuff so far. You've unzipped his jeans and are pulling out his cock. Hmm. Pretty big."

"He's soft. Just wait. He was a headliner porn star in his day."

"Geez. Another bad scene cut. What happened this time?"

"His cock snagged on the zipper. Director demanded I suck on it while the top button was still fastened. Tris and I both protested that this was going to happen, but he told us to 'shut the fuck up, we pay you to follow direction.'"

"Ugly."

"Uh huh. Makeup artist had to dab foundation on the little scrape for the rest of the shoot. You'll be able to see it in some of the closeups."

"Okay, I've noticed in the full frame views you're wearing heels. Almost stilettos. Who gets naked to screw and keeps their shoes on? Dangerous ones at that."

"Fetish number two," Steve advises. "A porn trope. So is an extended suck. Two-thirds of the vid is sucking. You guys that into sucking a cock?"

"Nope!" Cat grumbles. "We suck mostly to get it up and get the guy's motor running. Then we ride the fucker. There. Cy was allowed to unbutton his jeans. Still pulling on his cock through his boxers. Does he ever take 'em off?"

"Yes. Steve? Fast forward about five minutes. Just past where he kicks off his jeans."

"Gladly."

Keri comments, "There you go, Cat. Cy's reaching for the elastic. Just how long were you sucking on his... oh my fucking gawd! He is HUGE!"

Ashley and Emily are cracking up at her reaction. Emily is, however, mostly quiet about knowing as much as she does about Tristan. Jax is biting his tongue, too.

Cyan goes on, "He was. Still mostly soft at this point, though. He was already jaded by this point in his career and it was a really big effort to get him all the way up."

Cat muses, "I've heard that porn shoots like this have what they call a 'fluffer.' A designated off-camera cocksucker to refresh his erection."

"Not then. It was all on me for this one. We had what you could call 'a crew,' but the whole production was on the cheap side. Notice the decor."

"Looks like a really bad motel."

"It was, even then."

Ashley asks, "Cy? Was this filmed in Chatsworth? The opening shots outside seemed familiar."

"It was. There were about a half-dozen small-time porn companies in an office park on the north side."

"Okay. That explains the outside scene that didn't look quite right to me. That motel was razed a long time ago. There's an In-and-Out on that corner now. Okay, since you mentioned it, how cheap was this production?"

"Only paid help was the cameraman, Tris, me, and the makeup lady. Rest of the crew was paid in fucks."

"You."

"Uh huh."

"Gawd. How much?"

"$250. I found out later Tris got $2000."

"So you were used like a Kleenex and discarded."

"'Bout right. Okay, here we go. I'm just about finished with sucking him up at this point."

Cat is squirming in Steve's lap.

"What's the matter, sweetie?"

She whispers into his ear, hoping nobody else can hear, "(He's fucking huge, Stevie. Big as a horse. I'm getting really turned on by this. Is he really going to stick that thing in 'er?)"

"(Wait.)"

"(Ohgawd.)"

"Now that he has his shirt off and he's in profile to the camera, you get a better idea of what I was dealing with here."

"Cy? Really? Just how big was he?" Ashley inquires. "We had some porno stars in one of the swinger groups, but he's bigger than the ones I recall."

"And fucked."

"Steven!" she laughs, and leans over to glare at him, eye to eye. "(You bet!)"

He laughs along with her.

"Just wait a sec," Cyan says. "The next shot was a signature scene Tris insisted on in all his films at the time."

"What are you reaching for out of the frame?" Keri asks.

"Hang on... okay... answer your question?"

"A tape measure. Gawd, Cy. Really?"

"Like I said, it was more or less his trademark."

"And it was in your script to measure him at this point."

"It was. A couple of sucks, and I'm goin' for it."

"Okay. You're stretching it out. Eight. Nine. Oh shit. Fuck! FOURTEEN? Really?"

"Really. That wasn't a trick tape measure, either. Here you go. Girth. Seven and a half."

"And they expected you to take that. You were a skinny bitch then. Impossible."

"Keri!" Cat protests.

"Well, she was!"

"I can't dispute that, guys," Cyan reassures the girls. Watch this. I'm measuring the circumference around the base of his glans."

Keri shakes her head. "Fuck. Eight and a half. Tennis ball. Cat, didn't I overhear you whisper 'horse' to Steven?"

"You did."

"Okay, guys, you need to pay attention to the next scene," Steve advises.

Camera angle changes, and Tristan lays-out Cyan on the sofa, his huge cock dragging on the cushions as he kneels to her. He reaches to a jar of something, probably a lubricant, and hooks three fingers' worth out of the jar.

"Crisco," Cyan moans. "Told you it was a cheap production."

The on-screen Tristan applies the lube all over his shaft and head, with a little left to rub on and into Cy's vaginal opening. No foreplay, no clitoral stimulation, no nothing. He spreads her legs so one is off the sofa with her foot touching the floor, and squats down to start inserting his penis. The camera cuts to a new position so everything is in full view.

The young Cyan flinches when the glans ridge disappears into her pussy. He continues to push. She extends her arms over her head to brace herself, and pushes back into the fuck.

Cat's eyes are glued to the screen and she is trembling as she sees the monstrous shaft disappear inch by inch into her future friend and lover.

"Does she?" Keri asks.

Steve advises, "Wait."

"Really, Cy," Ashley asks. "How were you doing at this point?"

"Strangely? Just fine. You saw that I was pushing back. The filling sensation was unlike anything I had felt before."

Tristan is still pushing, albeit very slowly.

Cat's trembling in her coitus with Steve is getting stronger and deeper.

"(You okay?)"

"(Ohgawd yes.)"

Cat starts to bob up and down in Steve's lap in earnest. Steve's eyes widen as she clenches with each downstroke.

The on-screen Cyan takes a deep breath and pushes hard into Tristan. He is balls deep.

On seeing the landing, Cat screams in ecstasy, continuing to bob and clench. Steve's eyes roll back into his head signaling his own orgasmic response.

The others in the group are in awe.

Keri leans into Ashley, "(I had no idea.)"

"(Pretty strong reaction to a visual.) Cy, I sort of think we've seen enough. Did Tristan ejaculate in you, or pull out for the obligatory cum shot all over your face or chest?"

"Steve? Give Ash the remote."

Still sort of a zombie given the strength of his ejaculation, he flops his arm over the back of the sofa with the remote. Ashley grabs it from his hand. She fast-forwards for the money shot but seems to miss it.

"Ash? Back up and play the final scene at normal speed. You can see Tris clench and push into me a couple of times. Director was not the least bit happy when he found out that Tris came inside me. He couldn't help himself."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It was the first time he'd bottomed out."

"Can you still take a big one like that?"

"No. Not for years. Hysterectomy put an end to that shit. We even had to revisit the surgery so I could take Steve."

"You do any more films with Tristan?"

Steve is catching his breath. "I think Thirteen Inch Impalement, right?"

"You remember right. But I told you that was with another production company. The 'director' of that first one was the company owner and refused to use Tris again because of the missed ejaculation. It truly is a 'money shot' in their business."

Emily breaks in here. "Is this a good time to tell Ash, Cat, and Keri our little secret?"

"What secret?" Steve responds.

"Ladies night."

"Not so secret. All the swinger girls were invited. It just happened before these guys were with us."

Ashley smirks. "I'll take the bait."

"Not a big deal, sweetie. Well, it was, but no pun intended. It was almost a year ago that I treated the monthly all-girls group we had then to an in-person visit from Tristan."

"Oh! And I missed it?" Cat blurts.

"We didn't know each other then, lover."

"Can you do it again?"

"Probably not. Flying him here and everything else was expensive. Over five grand."

"I'll save my pennies!"

"You're adorable, sweetheart, but he also wasn't quite the guy you saw in that 25-year-old video. He was still big, and the ladies had fun with him, but it was obvious he was fading into his old age. He'd led a rough life. Oh. He's also mostly gay these days, although he was willing to perform for us, at the right price."

Cat pouts.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Can't turn back the clock, in either case."

She tightens her hug with her Stevie. "He was amazing, apparently. Cy? Did you miss him?"

"Not really. The visit was nice to see an old work friend, but the fact is it was an unpleasant job in an industry always on the edge of legitimacy. It takes a certain type to deal with the everyday raunchiness of it all. And as I was telling you guys, it was full of jerks with no conscience about their using people like me."

"Steeeeeevie?" Ashley is grinning. "I know about Susan."

"She's different, Ash. Mostly about the amateur stuff, anyway. And generally she's good to people. Women on the business side of porn are an anomaly. I do what I can for moral support for her."

Cy jumps on that. "Yeah. Immoral support. Susan and I may have butted heads, but Steve's right. She may be a porn producer, but she's got a good heart underneath the tough veneer. Not a detached, bullying lech like the jerks running the show in the Valley. There, Steven. I just blessed your relationship with 'er."

He glares at her.

"Oh. Okay." Ashley relents. "What are we doing next?"

Steve muses, "I don't know. You want to check the tub and see if it meets your standards for 'cool, but comfortable?'"

"I can do that."

"Cat and I are going to shower. Jax? Keri? Where do you guys stand?"

Keri grins. "We need one, too."

"When did that happen?"

She giggles, "Right after you and Cat exploded. We were just slightly more subtle about it."

That drew snickers.

"Join us?"

"Absolutely."

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