What She Saw in the Sauna Pt. 04

What She Saw in the Sauna, Part 4

I woke up in the dark bedroom and reached for my phone to see the time; after pawing around on the nightstand for a noisy second, I realized it was still in the other bedroom. The room I found myself in was a mirror image of the bedroom the four us fooled around in together the night before. Mari and I scurried here naked in the dark and jumped straight into the bed with Roger and my wife, as the sheets in the other room ended up being too saturated in spots for anyone's comfort.

I sat up and, in the dim light of the approaching sunrise through the massive window, saw Roger on the far side of the bed, on his back and snoring. Mari was in the middle of the bed, lying on her side and facing away. Lindsay was not in the room. I got up and crossed the living room to the other bedroom to look for my clothes, and I saw that Lindsay was sitting on one of the sofas, drinking coffee and looking at her phone.

"Good morning," I said as I approached.

"Good morning to you, sexy! How did you sleep?" She stood to give me a long, tight hug. Our morning routine.

"Great! How about you? You're up early."

"Well, still an hour later than at home, although I guess I've had four days to adjust."

"Where did you get the coffee?"

"The machine is on the bar. Do you want me to make you some?"

"I think I can manage; I'll join you in a minute."

I found my bed clothes and phone, made a cup of coffee, and took a seat on the couch next to Lindsay. "So, it looks like we have new friends and we mess around with them."

"Yeah, it looks like we do," she said. "What do you think about it?"

"I've been instructed that this friendship is never going to work if I do any kind of thinking at all."

"That's funny; is that what Mari said last night?"

"Kind of. She said that none of us are supposed to worry about who's doing what with whom, or what anyone else is thinking. Something along those lines. She said that set of instructions was specifically for me."

"Yeah, I told her that this was going to be difficult for you."

"Is that why you had her take me out to dinner? Did you think she could convince me more easily than you could?"

"By the way you were licking her pussy last night, I'd say she did a good job."

"Are you mad?"

"Not at all, are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

"You weren't even watching the best part."

"What was the best part? Why don't you tell me about it?"

"I don't know, God, this is so weird. I don't know how to talk about this with you, do you know what I mean? How can I tell you what I did with someone else and how I feel about it without you taking it the wrong way?"

"I think you're projecting. I think it's hard for you to talk about it because you don't want to hear similar things from me. That's why you think I might 'take it the wrong way'."

"Yeah, maybe. But also, it just feels weird to tell you about it."

"Remember when we had our first discussion about meeting them and what we'd be willing to do with them? All the way back in 36 hours ago? We decided that if we were both having fun, it wasn't hurting either of us, and it wasn't harmful to our relationship, it was okay. Right? Do you remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. So what hurts either of us, and what's harmful to our relationship? I guess that's what we have to determine."

"For me, none of it has been hurtful or detrimental yet. If we're doing this thing together, it's hard for me to be hurt. You aren't making me do it and I'm not making you do it. We aren't at a difficult place in our marriage, you know? We aren't sneaking around. We love each other more than anything else in the world and always will, even when we're having extremely pleasurable experiences with our best friends. Watching you go at Mari's pussy the way you did doesn't indicate to me that you love her more."

"Seeing you sucking his dick was tough for me. I hate to admit it and I know that I don't have the right to feel that way,"

"You definitely have the right to feel that way. You seemed to get over it pretty quickly last night though. Didn't we make love for their viewing pleasure about two minutes later?"

"Yeah, we sure did." I held her leg.

"Did you wish it was her?"

"Did you wish it was him?"

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Okay, here's the truth. I can't believe I'm saying this, but here it goes. I had a really nice time with Mari last night. Our conversation was fun and serious and very easy. After dinner we stopped at the bar and it got a little sexy..."

"So I heard," Lindsay interrupted with a big smile.

"She told you?"

"Yeah, all of it. It sounded hot."

"It was. Anyway, I had a really nice time with her and, to be honest, I was kind of excited about the possibility, if that's what everyone was going to be doing. I wasn't going to be the one to make that move, but if she made it and it felt right with everyone, I probably would have enjoyed it. I didn't wish it was her though; I'm happy with the way it turned out."

"Why wouldn't you make the move?"

"I don't know. The only way any of it would have felt right and comfortable to me would have been if Mari made it happen. I wouldn't have the guts; I'd be afraid of hurting you. I would probably have been hurt if either you or Roger would have started it. My question still stands though; do you wish you guys would have done it?"

"Not really. I mean, I bet we will at some point, if we agree that's something we're going to do. I might have last night if it worked out that way and felt you were okay, but I'm happy with how it ended up."

"So are we deciding that's something we're going to do?"

"Good morning lovebirds!" Mari said softly behind us.

"Good morning!" we called out quietly in unison. Mari walked straight to the Keurig and made herself a cup while she scratched her scalp through her mess of curls that was flattened on one side. Lindsay answered my question with a shrug that, after twenty-some years, I knew to mean, "I guess we are."

"So this is me in the morning," Mari continued, still facing the wall behind the coffee maker like she was in a trance. "It's not great." After a minute, she brought her coffee into the seating area. She set it on the coffee table and, holding her bathrobe closed at the chest, leaned over to give me a slightly stale version of the delicious kisses we shared the night before. She then moved to the left two feet and gave my wife the same kiss, their lips open and united for an extended few seconds, long enough for Lindsay to bring her hand up and hold the side of Mari's face. The kiss completed, Mari groggily suggested we refill our coffees and join them in to the bedroom.

Roger was exactly where we'd left him, passed out on his back. Mari had turned the television on and was watching the Today Show with the volume almost off, propped against the headboard next to Roger. Lindsay scooted in next to her and I handed her the coffee, and together we watched the news and listened for Roger to begin moving.

After a few minutes of comfortable quiet, Mari was finally awake enough to ask us if we had fun the night before. I let Lindsay answer for us, which she did by nestling up against Mari and resting her head on her shoulder. Mari adjusted her position to accommodate my wife, and in so doing caused Roger to stir. He rolled onto his side and laid an arm across Mari's lap, but gave no indication of waking up.

"I think I'm going to go downstairs and get something to eat," I said. I was hungry and feeling a little bored. I was used to getting up and moving in the morning, and waiting for others to be ready to get on with things often annoyed me. I didn't really have a good idea where I was fitting in with everyone, and thought that eating alone, or maybe reading a little bit, would settle my mind.

"Are you okay?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just hungry and I need to move. I'll probably stop in the room; do you need anything?"

"I'll run down if I need to. I might come down and join you in a bit; I'll text before I head that way to make sure you're still there."

"Sounds good. I'll see you all in a while," I said, before heading to the other bedroom to put on the clothes I wore the previous night. Overdressed, I stopped at our room to put on some more appropriate clothes, grabbed a hat to cover my bed head, brushed my teeth, and grabbed the book I'd been reading.

*

I was one of the few people in the upper level of the lobby who was up at this hour for breakfast, which was perfect for me. I grabbed a plate of weird scrambled eggs that I knew were pasteurized and from a carton, and a couple of slices of nearly transparent bacon, just to get a little protein in my system. I didn't know if everyone had plans to eat at some point, so I didn't want to ruin my appetite with mediocre food. I took the plate and coffee to a corner and opened my book.

I read about ten pages and had just finished poking at my food when Mari slid into the empty chair next to me with her coffee, grabbed my arm, and leaned her head against my shoulder. She was so cute, with her loose black curls cascading out of her white Wisconsin Badgers baseball hat. It started to break me out of my funk.

"Whatcha readin'?" she asked playfully, like a little kid.

"It's called 'The Overstory," I answered.

"Oooo, what's it about?" She asked with mock intrigue.

"Trees," I laughed. "Do you want something to eat?"

"No," she grinned. "We're all going out in a little bit. Lindsay was getting in the shower and Roger was just waking up when I left. Do you want to come with us?"

"Of course I do. I just needed to get moving. Sometimes a need a few minutes alone."

"You live inside your head a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah, way too much probably."

"Do you want to talk about last night, or what you're feeling, or anything?"

"Did Lindsay talk to you already?"

"About what?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wondered if she sent you down here to talk to me."

"No, she didn't. Don't be like that. I came down here because you were down here and I wanted to sit with you. And it doesn't take Sigmund Freud to see that something's bothering you."

"It's all very confusing to me and I don't know how to make sense of the thoughts I have."

"Tell me," she reached for my hand.

"Okay. So you and I went out and I don't know if I'm allowed to say this, but I had a really amazing time with you."

"I did too. Why would you not be allowed to say that?"

"I just feel like I'm betraying my wife by saying I had fun on our date, but at the same time I can reason that she basically arranged our date, arranged this whole situation we find ourselves in."

"If she said she had fun on her date with my husband, would you feel betrayed?"

"I don't know if I'd feel betrayed. I'd worry that she had more fun with him than she has with me."

"So I hate to ask you this, but how did you feel when you saw her sucking my husband?"

"Oh God, I don't know. It was terrible for a moment when I realized what she was doing. I wondered how I could ever kiss her after that, you know? I wondered if I'd ever be able to unsee it. I wondered if she liked sucking him more than sucking me."

"So are you really worried about hurting Lindsay, or are you worried about being hurt by what she does with my husband?"

"Do you think I'm using my fear of hurting Lindsay as a cover for my fear of feeling hurt?"

"I'm just asking."

"Lindsay said something similar. She said I was 'projecting'."

"Your wife is smart," she patted my leg. "It might surprise you to know that I felt the same way you did, watching them together."

"Did you?"

"For a minute. Then I returned my focus to your face between my legs and how good it felt. I thought about our date and how badly I wanted you last night. I thought about how much I love Roger and love our marriage, and how his dick in the mouth of my friend wasn't because he didn't love me, just like me wanting you wasn't because I don't love him, and how you eating my pussy wasn't because you don't love Lindsay."

"Again, Lindsay said something similar. Okay, so tell me. How do you, personally, view this thing we're doing? Are we swingers? Are we a group of friends who fool around with each other? Are we entering into some kind of polyamorous relationship? What is the difference between those things? Are the things we're doing light and fun, or heavy and deep?"

"I guess I don't know how to answer that for all of us. What I will say is that it's evolving for me. It was a fun thing in the sauna with a stranger, but somehow it also felt more than fun. Then it was a sexy evening with new friends. Last night it felt different; it felt like I was moving towards a more loving relationship with you both." She took a sip of her coffee.

"Did you say 'a sexy evening with new friends?'"

Mari almost spit her coffee out as she laughed. "What would you call it?"

"I don't know; an orgy?"

"Maybe something in-between, whatever that's called," she grinned as she wiped her chin and the table with my napkin. "Let me ask you a question. You licked my pussy and then did the same thing to your wife, one right after the other. What was the difference, to you?"

"I'm assuming you aren't asking what's different about each of your pussies."

"Correct, I'm not asking that," she grinned and rolled her eyes. I was glad she got the sarcasm. "How did it feel to you, emotionally?"

"I felt a little anxious with you because I didn't know what you liked, and I wanted to impress you. I was also curious about what your pussy would be like, because it's been a while since I knew a different one. You did things or reacted in ways that are different from Lindsay, and that was very exciting; it turned me on in different ways than the ways Lindsay turns me on. With Lindsay, I felt confident and comfortable; licking her is like a warm, weighted blanket. With you, it felt like jumping out of a plane."

"I'm not that thrilling."

"Yes you are."

"Whatever. Okay, so now answer the question. Do you feel like we were friends having fun or lovers making love?"

"You know, I think if we had done the sexual stuff with each other before going on our date, I would have said friends having fun. Or maybe even relative strangers having fun. But since I had such a great time with you at dinner and the bar I really started to have feelings for you, so the things we did last night felt closer to lovemaking. In my head, anyway."

"It sounds like we feel the same way. I wonder how you can get past the weirdness you feel when seeing your wife do stuff with someone else? For me, once I got past the initial shock of seeing it really happen, I found it kind of exciting. Is that bad?"

"I can see how it might be, but I don't think I'm there yet."

"I guess I felt happy for him, that he was getting to experience something new. Maybe she does something different than what I do and it feels interesting to him."

"That doesn't make you jealous?"

"Of course it does a little, but I love him and trust him. He's not going to divorce me and run off with your wife because she gives a different blowjob. Do you think there's some way Roger could please Lindsay that would be enough for her to dump you?"

"I'm more worried that she'd prefer to have sex with him and I'd be disappointing for the rest of our lives."

"The only thing I can say to that is you're kind, thoughtful, funny, and you two have history. And I've seen your dick. And I've experienced a couple of your skills. I don't think you have anything to worry about. I'm sure there will be ways that he will please her that are different from the ways you do, and that will be exciting to her. I've already found ways you please me that are different from the ways Roger pleases me, and it's really wonderful. Instead of trading one for another, we can all have both."

"What a salesperson you are."

"I know, right? Are you going to shower before breakfast?"

"I probably should."

"Me too. Do you want to do that together?"

*

I was extremely self-conscious about showering with Mari. Fooling around in the dark was one thing, but standing completely naked under a bright light with this beautiful woman was another. I know I don't look bad for an older man, but I don't look like a model in a pharmaceutical ad either.

I turned the water on to warm up and I undressed; my dick was already starting to get embarrassingly hard and I tried not to think about seeing Mari naked. When I heard her enter the bathroom and begin to undress, I turned away from the glass. She stepped into the shower, closed the door behind her, and wrapped her arms around the middle of my torso with the side of her head against my upper back.

"Do you want under the water?" I asked as I rotated us. Once under the shower head she let go of me, and I listened as she rinsed her hair. She put a hand on my back.

"Aren't you going to turn around? Don't be shy; there's plenty of room under the water," she said.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself for the humiliation, and turned to face her. Mari's eyes immediately dropped to my erection as it got hung up on her side, and then she took into her hand.

"Ay Dios mio, miralo," she grinned.

"No don't look at it; it's too humiliating. I can't even be around you without being hard. It's like I'm fourteen or something. I'm sorry."

"Are you kidding? I'm honored!" she said as she hugged me. I hung on to the hug, savoring her large wet breasts, slippery against my skin, and my cock smashed sideways against her belly. Mari let go of me first, leaning backwards and and twisting at the waist to pump body wash into her hand, which she then used to lather me up, starting at my shoulders and down my arms, then to my chest and down to my balls, spending extra time there, her eyes shifting up to my eyes and then down to her hands.

"Turn around," she said, and I did, her hands washing me from my neck down to my bottom. Finished, she put her arms back around me from behind and held my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. With the side of her face against my back and her hand slowly stroking my soapy cock, she said, "This is nice."

I turned in place to face her, reached over her shoulder, and filled my palm with the body wash. I followed the same route she hand with her soapy hands, down her arms to her delicate fingers, over, under, and around her natural round breasts, and down to her trimmed bush. Her eyes were closed as if she was luxuriating in my touch. I leaned toward her ear and whispered, "Your tan lines drive me insane."

Mari held the back of my neck and stretched up to kiss me, our tongues dancing with each other as the water poured down on us from above, and she took my cock into her hand again. She stood on her tip-toes and maneuvered it into the front folds of her pussy, using the head to massage the underside of her clit and and through, squirming against it as our kissing intensified, until finally she let go and took a step backward, away from me, pressing my chest to keep herself from me.

"You're killing me," she was breathing hard. "Why am I so horny for you?"

"I feel the same way. I thought that was what you wanted."

"It is what I want, it's just that right now I want to do dirty things with you all day and night, and we have to go to breakfast soon."

"All right, all right. Let me get some shampoo and I'll get out of your way."

"I'm sorry, but before you leave I've got to try one thing," she said, as she squatted low and dropped to her knees. She took my cock into her mouth slowly and deeply; it wasn't showy and it didn't feel like she was trying to please me necessarily (although her mouth felt amazing and her brown eyes looking up at me made me weak), it was more like she just wanted to feel it in her mouth for a few seconds before she released it and rose.

"Now who's killing whom?" I said as we kissed again.

"Ay, I know. Lo siento, I just had to know. Jesus, that was... wow."

"Yeah, it was wow. Very wow. God, you've turned me into Austin Powers or something."

I washed my hair and face quickly, dried, deodorized, and brushed my teeth, all before losing my erection. I left the bathroom to Mari. No sooner had I finished dressing when I got a text from Lindsay: "Are you still in the lobby? We're ready to go, we were thinking of going to Wildberry."

"Sounds great. Mari needs to grab some things from upstairs, so we'll head up in a couple of minutes. Love you!" I texted back, and told Mari the plan thru the bathroom door.

I heard the water shut off as I sat on the bed waiting, and in a minute Mari came out of the bathroom buck naked, her hair wrapped in a towel. Her voluptuous body, her sexy tan lines, her beautiful brown eyes; I was afraid I was going to get hard again.

"I can't look at you. Jesus."

"Aww, you're so sweet; I'll be thinking of our shower all day. It never occurred to me how nice it is to not have to deal with a boner," she said, "because I'd have one." After a couple of minutes she put her hand on my leg and I looked up; she was dressed now and moving in for a kiss. We both wanted it to last for hours, but knew we had to stop before it started again.

*

We went up to the room to meet Roger and Lindsay, and the three of us waited while Mari changed clothes, put on some makeup, and grabbed her coat. Lindsay seemed oddly tense when we arrived, but by the time we left the hotel she seemed happy to be heading out for an adventure. I decided not to worry about what she might be thinking, as instructed.

The morning was very cold, but at least the sun was shining on the snow that fell overnight. We didn't have to walk far, opting to go through the western side of Millenium Park and past The Bean, instead of walking on the city sidewalk with all of the pedestrians headed to work. The restaurant was near the corner of the park and we hurried to get out of the cold, each of us holding our spouse's hand the whole way.

We were ravenous at breakfast; apparently the previous evening took a lot out of all of us. We were glad that our new friends loved to eat, and that they loved sharing their meals; our four-top table looked like an all-you-can-eat buffet. They were fun too; it was one of the most enjoyable dining experiences I'd ever had, and that was crazy to me. These two people were strangers to us forty-eight hours ago. Since then Lindsay and I have fucked right next to them twice. I watched my wife suck his dick while I licked this woman's pussy, I've showered with her, my wife has showered with her, and I don't even know what else my wife has done with him when I wasn't around. As strange as it all was, and as difficult as it was at times for me to understand, any of the little jealousies I felt about what my wife is doing with others were washed away when we were all together at breakfast. I really had no idea how it was possible.

Roger and Mari had scheduled a spa visit for later in the morning, and Lindsay and I had purchased tickets for the Art Institute, so we agreed to meet at The Berghoff at 1:00 for lunch.

Lindsay and I had a delightful time at the museum. We've visited enough times now that we know the spots we want to see; for Lindsay it's the Impressionists, and for me it's the more Modern stuff like Klee and Pollock and Krasner and Rothko. It felt, though, that I was there with a different Lindsay than before, and definitely not in a bad way. Lindsay was so much more affectionate than she'd been since our early days together; reaching to hold my hand out of the blue, sneaking little kisses when she could, giggling and standing close the whole time.

"Do you think anyone has ever done it here?" She asked.

"Done what?"

"You know. It."

"I would assume there are few places as heavily monitored as this museum."

"Even the bathroom?"

"What's gotten into you?" I laughed, knowing full well what had gotten into her.

"I don't know, I'm just so horny."

"Should we go to the room before lunch?"

"No, that's too much walking and we've paid for this, let's enjoy it. I'll save my horniness for after lunch," she said, nestling into me.

"Hopefully the horny is still there! I've been dreaming of you inviting me into a bathroom stall to get it on for years, and now I'm being cautious. What's wrong with me?"

"You have a very rich imagination, but I guess your fantasies aren't as powerful a force in your life as your aversion to risk. I, on the other hand, have little to no fantasy life in my head, but when the mood finally hits, I want it now."

"Obviously. So have the last two days been an accidental realization of a fantasy you've had at some point, or did playing with them in the sauna kick-start your imagination and desire?"

"I guess it's both, a little bit. Hey, 'Nighthawks' is gone!"

"It says it's out on tour. Bummer."

"Yeah. Anyway, I guess it was a fantasy. Or similar to a fantasy."

"Why didn't you ever tell me about it?"

"I didn't want to deal with the aftermath."

"What do you mean?" I asked, but I had a pretty good idea.

"I didn't want you to get upset and think a bunch of things about me. I didn't want you to immediately assume that I was interested in someone else, or was bored with us, or anything like that. Remember when we first started dating and I brought up something about a threesome with another woman, not because I wanted that in real life, just as a way to inject a little fun into things, to imagine it or play like it somehow? You started quizzing me about my past and got upset, and it really wasn't worth doing that anymore."

"I remember. We were new and it was getting serious, but I didn't know you that well yet. I was a little afraid of what I was getting into. I've regretted it for thirty years."

"I know you have, and you haven't really changed. You still worry about not being good enough for me, and you still have a hard time believing me when I tell you that you're everything to me."

"But is this better than just us? For you?"

"Would you stop with the idea that everything is something that needs to be ranked? I would have spent the rest of my life being happily in love with you if I hadn't seen them in the sauna. But I did, and now there's a new dimension to my life that I'm enjoying. It's super fun. It's fun for me, I think it's fun for you, I think it's fun for them. I think it's making our love stronger."

"How so?"

"Oh God, a lot of reasons. I'm so appreciative that you trusted me to have that first experience and not be too upset with me. I know you felt weird about it, but you still followed me to the next phase, which made me really happy. And now I get to see you doing stuff with someone else, which is really hot to me. It's hot being with you, but it's hot watching you too. It's nice to see another woman want you; it makes me realize how good I have it. I love how open you've allowed yourself to be, and how open you've allowed me to be."

"I didn't allow you; I'm not your boss or owner."

"I know, but you could have made it difficult for me. You could have made me feel like shit about what I did."

"Okay, so back to your fantasy. What, exactly, was it? What situation did you imagine that turns you on?"

"Three people. Having two people do stuff to me, or with me. Mostly to me."

"Who are the two people, in your fantasy?"

"You and kind of a faceless other person. The 'faceless other' is doing things to me and I can't see their face, while you're doing things to me that I can see."

"So really, after all we've done for two days, you haven't had your fantasy fulfilled yet exactly the way you imagined it, have you?"

"Close, but not exactly."

"Do you want me to be a part of that trio, or did you throw me in there for my self-esteem?"

"No, I definitely want you in my fantasy and in real life. The first time at least. Then we can go from there maybe?"

"Got it. We'll have to see what we can do about that. Are you ready to head over to the restaurant?"

"I guess. I hope I can make it through lunch."

"Maybe their restrooms will have less security."

*

We arrived about five minutes before our friends, and when they finally showed up we were surprised at Roger, who looked exhausted and ill. Mari, on the other hand, was glowing.

"Oh my God, you look amazing," Lindsay gushed.

"It was so relaxing. You should have gone with me. My skin does feel a little, I don't know, worked over or something."

"It'll be so nice when it settles down," Lindsay reached across the table for her hand. "You're going to look so great."

"I wish I'd have gotten the facial," Roger chimed in. "That masseuse tore me up."

"Too strong?" I asked.

"Strong and relentless. She told me to drink a lot of water and I thought, 'Beer is mostly water,' so I came straight here. Now I'm wishing I would have followed her advice right away because I'm feeling a little nauseous."

"Poor fella," I said. "Do you want some Saltines and a ginger ale?"

"Yeah, exactly that. I want to lay on the couch and watch 'The Price is Right' and 'Days of Our Lives' under a blanket."

"Should we skip lunch?" I asked.

"Yeah, do you want to take some aspirin and lie down or anything honey?" Mari asked.

"I hate to be a party pooper, but that sounds like a great idea. You all don't mind staying here without me?"

"We'll miss you, but it'll be better if you rest up now." Mari grinned.

"That sounds promising," Roger said as he stood and grabbed his coat. He leaned down and gave his wife a kiss. "I'll see you guys later. Sweetie, I'll text you when I'm up, if you aren't in the room."

"Okay, can you make it home mi amor?"

"I've got it. It's just a headache and a little nausea; one city block shouldn't be too much trouble."

I think we all felt guilty watching him leave, and we kept asking Mari if it was okay to stay at the restaurant or should we all head back with him. Mari said he was fine, just dumb. She had little sympathy for the situation he was in after his inability to follow instructions.

We told Mari about the things we'd seen at the museum. She listened like she was interested, but it was obvious that art wasn't really her thing. As lunch was winding down and we waited for the check, I proposed a fun activity.

"I don't know what you have planned for this afternoon, but we would love to have you join us for a nap."

"Or something along those lines," Lindsay added. "A playful nap."

"I promised Lindsay an afternoon where she could relax and let herself be treated..."

"... and I'd love to be treated by both of you, if you're willing," Lindsay cut in.

"Are you kidding?" Mari laughed. "I'd love nothing more than to join you! Why didn't you present this idea thirty minutes ago; I would have grabbed a Snickers at Walgreens for lunch and we could be starting round two by now!"

*

We were pretty giggly as we headed to the hotel room, excited about what was about to happen; it was especially exciting because nobody knew how to do this. We all felt like inexperienced teenagers.

Once in our room, the three of us took our coats off and stood around awkwardly, kind of reaching arms out to each other. Eventually Lindsay and Mari embraced and their lips met; Lindsay reached a hand toward me while they kissed, and I moved closer. Mari put an arm around my back as I neared and pulled me in, turning to kiss me, and then Lindsay kissed me too. As the kissing intensified and the hands became more active, Lindsay took a step back and removed her cardigan; it was like a starter's pistol had been fired and each of us had to be first to remove our clothes.

Lindsay, naked, jumped onto the bed, her athletic body stunning in motion. I hung back and watched as Mari climbed on the bed beside my wife, lying on her side and propped up with her left elbow. She touched Lindsay with her right hand, running it over her skin lightly, but not lightly enough to tickle her, starting at her ear and down her neck, down and around her breast, circling her areola three or four times before passing over her stiff pink nipple, and then down her flat stomach. I couldn't believe my wife way lying still for this; she wasn't ticklish or shy like she would normally be. Mari watched her own fingers on my wife's skin, and then my wife's eyes to gauge the reaction, back and forth with her eyes at each new location. When her hand moved south of Lindsay's navel and down to between my wife's legs, spreading them apart slightly, they maintained deep eye contact. Lindsay's eyes finally closed with pleasurable relief after Mari's finger slid inside.

I watched Mari's hand as it caressed the folds of my wife's pussy, lightly then firmly then inside again, and I looked up at their faces to find that they were watching me stroking myself, which I didn't even realize I was doing. Lindsay patted the bed beside her and I joined them.

I watched Mari touch my wife more closely now as they continued to kiss, Lindsay now with her hand on my erection and stroking it slowly. She turned to kiss me and when she did, Mari began kissing her way down Lindsay's body, lingering to give her nipple a surprisingly forceful suck, which I thought would turn Lindsay off a little. It turns out that I was wrong about that, if the arched back and quiet moans were any indication. I took her other breast and sucked it the same as Mari moved down lower, crossed over Lindsay's leg to settle in between them, and spread them apart.

Mari's face was buried between Lindsay's legs, an arm around each thigh and her hands gripping just above the hip joint. I continued kissing my wife as her breathing quickened, and then as she began to obviously heat up, I whispered in her ear, "What can I do for you?"

"I want your dick in my mouth. Oh God, I want to suck you so bad."

I sat up on my knees beside her and directed the swollen head of my cock to her open mouth, which she greedily devoured for a few minutes before re-directing me.

"I want you behind me. I want Mari under me, licking me. God this is incredible." She was breathing harder now, and the three of us quickly repositioned.

Lindsay's pussy was soaked with Mari's saliva; I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit and into her folds, wetting it before sliding it into her soft warmth. My balls were brushing Mari's nose as I went in and out, and I watched the back of my wife's head lowered between Mari's spread legs and moving, stopping to lift her head every so often to moan her pleasure. Mari relaxed her head down onto the bed, the effort of lifting up to Lindsay's clit apparently becoming strenuous; she used her hands instead, the fingers of her right vigorously rubbing Lindsay's nub while she cupped and gently squeezed my balls with her left. With Mari's mouth unoccupied at the moment I took the opportunity to dip the head of my cock into it, which she happily accepted.

Soon I returned it to Lindsay's wet slit; she had given up on licking Mari and had her head up, moaning with my thrusts. Mari's curls were tickling pleasurably between my thighs and I tried to focus on that feeling so I wouldn't come too soon and ruin my wife's fantasy. Luckily that wasn't going to be a problem; Lindsay made a snorting sound, jerked her head down, and collapsed forward on top of Mari like her legs went dead. I went forward with her, trying to stay inside and thrusting until her spasms were finished. I felt bad for Mari, lying there under the weight of both of us while we fucked.

As my wife settled, we rolled sideways off of Mari, who sat up and turned around to lay with us. I heard her say, "Oh honey," and I raised my head enough to see Mari rubbing tears from Lindsay's cheek.

"What wrong?" I asked, concerned, and saw that Mari was crying now too. Mari pulled Lindsay's head in close to her for a tight hug, and then my wife rolled on to her back.

"I'm sorry," she said, wiping her eyes with loose fabric from the corner of a pillowcase. "That was a lot. I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Mari said very quietly, her mouth near Lindsay's cheek. "We know."

"I love you. I love both of you so much," she said dreamily, and closed her eyes.

*

The three of us were still wrapped around each other when we were startled awake by an incoming text on Mari's phone.

"Oh shit," she said as she scrambled off of the bed and went looking for her clothes. "I gotta go," she said as she quickly dressed, before leaning over the bed to kiss Lindsay and then me, hurriedly but sweetly. "Come up to the room at 5:00?"

"Don't go!" Lindsay cried in dramatic mock grief, her hand extended in Mari's direction. "I'll text you before we come up."

We stayed together on the bed, slowly waking up, before Lindsay finally reached for her phone.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"3:47."

"I guess we better think about showering. Do you know what we're doing tonight?"

"No idea. I don't think we got that far. I'll text her before we get dressed."

"Sounds good. Do you want to shower first, or should I?"

"Why don't you go first, and then I can spend some time in there."

I kissed her before I got out of the bed and then admired her naked body as I stood; my appreciative gaze never would have been comfortable for her three days ago. Her body really was something to behold; thin and athletic, but not sinewy. Strong but not bulky, firm but not hard, the skin on her flat stomach, toned arms and long legs not as tight as it used to be but clearly not sagging anywhere, her breasts not as large as Mari's but not small either; still surprisingly firm and with absolutely gorgeous nipples.

"You look amazing," I told her.

"Thanks babe," she grinned. "Is that why you're getting a boner? Oh my God, I just realized you didn't come earlier!"

"Yeah, that was all for you," I said as I headed to the shower.

"You don't think getting filled with your stuff is nice for me?" she shouted.

"Is it? Would you even have noticed?"

"Maybe not that time, but usually," I could hear the joyful fun in her voice, and thought about how I've missed the playfulness that we used to experience when we were new, and how nice it was to have it back.

*

When we arrived at their room at 5:00, Roger already had our drinks waiting on the bar.

"You look much better," Lindsay said to him as they embraced.

"I feel better," he laughed. "It was dumb of me to ignore her instructions. I was like 'it's just a back rub', and the next thing in knew I thought I was going to pass out. The nap did me good; I felt bad bailing on you guys the way I did. How was the museum?"

"It was great," I said. "We had a nice time."

"I'd like to see it sometime, but I'm afraid it would be over my head. I'm really only smart enough to understand sports."

"Bullshit," I laughed, "when you tell me what you do for work I don't know what any of the actual words even mean."

"It's not really that complicated," he replied as Lindsay excused herself and followed the sound of a hair drier. "I could explain it to you sometime if you're interested, but I hope I don't offend you when I say that I don't really care to be defined by the way I make money. I get the feeling that you feel the same way. Am I right?"

"You are. It's interesting to hear it said that way. It leads me to believe that, like me, you don't love what you do?"

"I know how to do a thing that has value, so I do it. But no, it's not really something I'm passionate about. It pays well and it's not that stressful, so I keep doing it."

"Well my job pays like shit and is constantly stressful, so congratulations," I laughed.

"Change of plans," Lindsay called from the bedroom, and then hurried out to the bar. "We've got to run down to the room and change clothes; Roger and Mari are going to stop at our room on the way down."

"Why don't you guys just move to our room?" Roger asked. "Seems like it would make things a lot easier."

"That's a great idea; let us talk about it," Lindsay said. I drank my bourbon quickly and we hustled out the door.

"What's going on?" I asked Lindsay as we walked quickly to the elevator.

"We were going to go somewhere nicer for dinner, but Mari asked what I thought of something more casual. Like way casual. I thought it sounded great, and I figured you'd always be down for something more low-key."

"Fries do sound good."

"We're going somewhere called Miller's Pub. I think it's around the corner. I guess Roger wants to watch a basketball game, or the end of one and the start of another. Something like that."

"So why did we rush out?"

"I don't know. That was weird, wasn't it. I guess I'm just excited."

"I see."

"So what do you think about moving in with them?"

"I can see some pros and cons. It would save us paying for Saturday night, and it would eliminate the back and forth to our room. It would be a good trial for what it would be like to spend all of our time with them, like if they came to visit or we went on vacation with them. But... escaping away like we did this afternoon would be difficult."

"That's true I guess. I feel like it would be better if we moved in. I think we should spend every second with them so we know what it'll be like."

"If that's what you want, that's what we'll do. Should we pack all of your stuff up while we're changing and grab it later?"

"Sure, let's give it a shot. We have until noon tomorrow to decide. We'll try it overnight and see."

We changed into jeans and hoodies, and threw our stuff into our suitcases. We were just finishing up when Roger and Mari arrived, letting themselves in the unlatched door.

"Oh great! You're moving in!" Roger said when he saw our packed bags.

"What are you talking about?" Mari asked.

"I told them it was silly to keep this room when we have plenty of space and we're hanging out all the time and sleeping there anyway. Is that okay? I should have checked with you first."

"Yeah, that's a great idea! Should we run the bags up now?"

"No, we'll get them on the way up," I said, grabbing my coat. "Are we ready?"

"Let's hit it," Roger said. "I hope you like fried food and basketball."

"There are few things I like more," I answered. "I can't speak for Lindsay."

"I can't wait," she said, unconvincingly.

*

It turns out that Miller's Pub wasn't exactly what Roger was thinking it might be, as there weren't wall-to-wall TVs, but instead just a dark old restaurant. It looked fantastic to Lindsay and me, and there was a television over the bar, so we took seats on the rail, ordered drinks, and dug into our phones. After ten minutes of discussion and coming up with no great options, Roger went to work on the bartender. I don't know what he offered, but she switched the TV to the Wisconsin-Purdue game. We ordered another round and made our dinner choices.

We were sitting four-wide at the bar, with the ladies in the middle. Roger was laser focused on the game and I was half watching, half trying to hear the conversation going on between us. After a few minutes the clock expired and Roger decided to use the restroom before the food came and the second half started. Lindsay thought that was a good idea, and headed in that direction too. As I watched her walk away I thought about how Lindsay wanted to be with me in a bathroom so badly earlier, and wondered if her desire had abated since this morning, and if that desire was about me or about the urge or about the bathroom. Mari must have seen me deep in thought.

"I've been thinking about this afternoon non-stop," she leaned across Lindsay's empty stool to put her hand on my arm. "I don't have words for how amazing it was."

"Please don't talk to me about it right now," I grinned, "in case I need to stand up soon."

"Which part should I not talk about? The part where you watched me eating your wife out?"

"Seriously, stop," I plugged my ears and looked around to see if the bartender heard her. She laughed as she tried to pull my arms away from my head.

"Or the part where I got an extreme close-up of your big dick going in and out of her?" She was cracking up now, teasing me.

"What is wrong with you?" I was pushing her away from me.

"I'm trying to distract you; it looks like you're in your head again. What are you thinking about?"

"This afternoon, tonight, tomorrow, being with you, my wife being with Roger, this all ending, the usual stuff."

"You've got to lighten up," she said. "We'll worry about the end at the end. Even after this weekend's over it'll only be a temporary break, remember?"

"I hope it's very temporary."

"Me too. I don't want it to end yet either. "Luckily it's not over yet, and we've got a lot of time together until then. Please, please, relax. Okay?"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm better now."

Mari looked over her shoulder to see Lindsay and Roger weaving their way through the dining room, then turned back to me. "We're going to be together tonight. I'm going to make sure of it." She patted my leg just as our spouses arrived. I was glad I didn't need to stand up and let Lindsay slide into a booth, because I was now fully hard.

"I'm starving," Lindsay said as she sat down and I leaned over to her for a kiss. I could see Roger and Mari kissing in the periphery. Lindsay's lips tasted like beer and I mentioned it to her.

"I'm sorry," she said, embarrassed.

"Don't be," I said, even though I did find myself slightly bothered. "I know the situation."

"What situation?" She asked defensively. I realized that my tone might have reflected my brief discomfort.

"I didn't mean to sound like that. It's still strange to me to know that the two of you can disappear for a while and make out, and that it's fine and I shouldn't be jealous."

"Yeah, it's strange to know that the two of you can disappear for a while and then come up to the room with wet hair."

"Did that make you mad?"

"For a minute. But then you were in a great mood at breakfast, we had fun alone together at the museum, and then we had the best sex of my life. So I got over it."

"If you brought it up, you aren't completely over it."

"I guess. I'm over it but I remember. I remember so I can use it when you get mad at me for doing what I was doing after you just finished doing whatever you were doing."

"Brutal."

"I'm just kidding."

"Okay, well, point taken. I'm surprised you had those feelings though, since this whole thing was your idea and it's going exactly as you planned it."

"Yeah, me too. I broke my own rule. Some things are going to be difficult sometimes, I guess, but it will pass."

"So what's going to happen tonight?"

"I don't know. I'm trying not to think about what I want to happen, and to instead be happy with whatever does happen. I imagine that I will probably do sexual things to someone, have sexual things done to me, or watch my husband and my friends do sexual things with each other. Something like that. Or maybe I'll just go to sleep."

"I doubt that," I said as the bartender arrived with our plates. Greek salads for the ladies, a steak for Roger, and a fried chicken sandwich for me. The food was delicious, the drinks were being refilled quickly, Wisconsin was winning, and we were getting more amped up as the night progressed.

*

We ordered one more round and waited for the start of the next game, but it didn't take long for us to be bored with it, and we decided to go back to the room and see exactly what kind of euchre players we were.

First, though, was a stop at our room to pick up our luggage for the move. Roger and Mari went on up to their room ahead of us, and by the time we arrived with our stuff, Roger had the game on, the drinks poured, and the card game set up. Mari came out of the bedroom in flannel pajama pants and a long sleeved t-shirt, and told us that we could take the room closest to the door (the second bedroom that we used last night). We saw Roger come out of the other bedroom and take a seat, also wearing sweats and a t-shirt. We took this as our invitation to get comfortable, which we did quickly before joining them at the dining table.

To our delight, they were the kind of card players that we were; just wanting to have fun and never being angry about the way their partner played. The ladies won the first and fourth game, Roger and I won the second and third. Before we could start the final, deciding game, Mari swallowed the last of her bourbon and stood.

"I guess we're never going to know which team would have been the champions tonight because I'm going to bed." She held her hand out to me as an invitation. I was shocked by the boldness of her request and was afraid to respond. I looked across the table to my wife and was surprised to see her wave to me sweetly like she was giving me permission. I stood and took Mari's hand. "Should we all cross this bridge together?" Mari asked the others.              

Lindsay stood and held her hand out to Roger the same way Mari had, and the two new couples proceeded silently to the bedroom, where we stood awkwardly beside the bed. Mari took charge, as we all hoped she would.

"Why don't you two get comfortable," she said to Lindsay, "and we'll get started."

Mari wrapped her arms around me and stretched up for my lips, while Lindsay and Roger made their way onto the bed. Her amazing kisses almost made me forget I was being watched, but as she kissed the side of my neck and I looked past her, I saw my wife nestled up to Roger against the headboard, their eyes glued to us, waiting to see what would happen.

Mari's hands slid under my t-shirt and smoothly pushed it up and over my head. She dropped it on the floor behind me and stepped back to take off her own shirt, the hem of which caught underneath her full breasts and released them with a heavy bounce. She approached again, pressing her chest against my stomach and, looking back toward our spouses, urged them to undress as well. She returned her delicious lips to mine and I grabbed ahold of her thick ass, pulling her closer to me, grinding myself against her body, and then spinning her around so she could face Lindsay and Roger. I slid my hand inside the front of her pajamas, and our spouses watched my hand as it moved between her legs.

I held her breast with one hand while I touched the wetness below with the other, kissing the side of her neck while glancing over to my wife. Roger's hand was draped over her shoulder and cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her stiff, rosy nipple. Lindsay held his curved dick in her hand and stroked it slowly, absentmindedly, as she watched us. A flash of jealousy made we want to show her what I could do, so I pushed Mari onto the bed and pulled her pajamas down her legs and off. Mari tried to roll onto her back but I wouldn't let her; I kissed up the back of her legs until I got to her bottom, and then I lifted her hips to bring her glowing white butt up off the bed and buried my face into her crack. She laughed and lunged forward away from me, rotating as she went.

I tried to put my face between her legs again but she pulled me up to lay on her, and then flipped around so that she was on top. She slid my sweats down and off and then climbed on top of me, straddling my waist as she kissed me again, her slick pussy lips spread and grinding as they enveloped my hard cock. She rose and walked herself up my body, her knees crossing my shoulders and planting beside my ears, and there she hovered, her pussy six inches above my face, both of us watching between her legs to see the long, slow, dangling drip from her pussy getting closer and closer to my waiting mouth, the clear glistening string quivering as it hung. As soon as it dangled close enough to make contact with my tongue I lunged, covering the whole of her pussy with my wide-open mouth.

Mari grabbed my head and pulled it tightly to her as I sucked and licked with an urgency I'd never felt before. Mari ground herself against me like she worried it might be the last time too, and soon she let go of my head and fell forward, her hands gripping the headboard, and she started speaking rapidly in Spanish as she used my face to make herself come with a series of violent shudders.

After a few seconds of catching her breath, she slowly but nimbly slid down my body into a position where she was directly on top of me and, after a glorious, passionate kiss, whispered, "Get behind me."

Mari pressed herself up and leaned to the side so that I could get out from under her, and faced the headboard on her hands and knees. I got behind her and leaned over, running my hands down her spine and around her waist, finally holding her firmly by the hip with my left hand while I brushed the tip of my cock in her soaked opening. I looked at my wife, who was stroking Roger slowly with one hand while she masturbated with the other, her eyes glued to the spot where Mari and I were about to be connected. She looked up and we had a meaningful moment together; her eyes saying, "this is beautiful, go ahead, I can't wait to watch it, and I love you," all in a flash.

Permission granted, I pressed into Mari gently, inch by inch, until I finally reached the limit and she gasped. I began to move slowly in and out of her slick hole, my thrusting gentle and very steady, but increasing in tempo. After a couple of minutes Mari reached for the top of the headboard and I scooted forward with her, wrapping my arms around her now more upright body, my left arm holding down her bouncing breasts and my right hand reaching around to circle her swollen clit. I looked at my wife, who was now laying on her side in front of Roger, his hand on her hip, her right leg bent enough for me to see his dick moving in and out of her. She looked like she didn't even notice him because her eyes were focused solely on Mari and me, and that excited me so much that I sped up, my thrusting becoming deeper and faster, and soon I exploded inside Mari with moan after moan, Mari slamming down onto my lap urgently and repeatedly as I filled her with all that I'd saved from our shower this morning, the threesome with my wife, the teasing at the pub, all of it, every drop, emptying into her as she shook from her own orgasm.

I pulled her to me and we fell together onto our sides, Mari with her back to me, my softening cock still inside her, our faces toward our spouses. My wife was on top of Roger now, kissing his neck and working her way down his hairy chest, arriving finally at his coat-hook of a penis and taking the tip of it into her mouth. Mari and I watched her swirl her tongue around the flat head of his dick and take him inside again, Roger's hips beginning to rock and thrust as she sucked him, and my cock began to harden up again inside Mari. She noticed with a wiggle of her hips.

Roger sat up and twisted, turning Lindsay onto her back, and began kissing down her body like she did to him, stopping to suck her pointy nipple into his mouth, his hand moving down between her legs. I watched my wife react to his touch and knew clearly what he was feeling. Even though I couldn't see his fingers, I knew the folds they were running over, I knew how sensitive her clit was becoming and how her wetness felt when a finger slid inside. I was rock hard again and realized that I was slowly, innately thrusting as I watched Roger kiss his way down her slender stomach; Lindsay shifted one of her legs out of the way to allow him in between, and he began to kiss what I knew to be the most delicious pussy.

Mari reached her hand behind her and put it on my hip, gripping tightly with her fingertips and pulling, her indication that she wanted me to thrust a little harder. Lindsay didn't let Roger spend much time down there; I heard her say, "I want you inside me," a phrase I'd heard before when she's getting close and that's the way she wants to come. Roger sat up on his knees between her legs and thumped her clit a few times with the head of his dick, just like I'd heard about from the sauna, and then slid inside her ready pussy. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe I was watching my wife fuck another man. I thought, "how could she do this to me?" and then remembered that I was nearly balls deep in the man's wife, her hips swiveling to make the head of my cock hit all the parts of her wet interior, my hand around her side and holding her big tit.

As Roger's speed increased, Lindsay reached a hand across the bed and turned her head to look at us, her face showing obvious signs of the pleasure she was feeling. Mari reached out and held it, and I saw that Lindsay was giving it a tug. Mari broke from my grasp, bending at the waist to move closer to my wife while maintaining our connection. It seemed that Lindsay and Mari were sharing a moment and I felt unsure if I should even continue, but Mari's ass said otherwise, pressing back into me forcefully.

Roger suddenly leaned back slightly and lifted my wife's hips up off the bed, which appeared to be the position change she needed. Lindsay planted her feet on either side of Roger and lifted her hairy mound into the air as he rose up on his knees, grasping a gloriously flexed butt cheek in each hand and holding her into position as he thrust so vigorously I thought he would hurt her. Apparently I was wrong, as her steady, "UH, UH, UH, UH," got louder and higher, from a low grunt to a high chirp, her right hand furiously fluttering over her clit as he drove into her, culminating in a sharp yelp and a shuddering series of spasms as her legs gave out and she fell to the bed, Roger still thrusting until he, too, came with a series of jerking grunts and a collapse.

Mari pulled away from me and rested her head against Lindsay's, the two of them crying softly and petting each other while I laid alone with my full erection, watching the contents of my orgasm spill down the crease between Mari's butt and thigh. Roger rolled off of my wife and onto his back, catching his breath. Lindsay reached down to give Roger's dick one last gentle stroke and leaned over to kiss him, before rolling onto her side to face Mari.

"What's with you two?" I laughed.

"Ay Dios, I don't know," Mari sniffled. "Callete."

I climbed off the bed and grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom for my wife, and a washcloth for the puddle behind Mari. When I returned to the bed, Roger was gone. I walked to the far side of the bed nearest my wife, and handed her the towel. "I would stick it down there myself," I smiled, "but I'm not cleaning up another man's mess." I bent over and gave her a kiss.

"My God, you were amazing," she said to me between kisses, and pulled me down to the bed.

"I think you have me confused with someone else."

"He was amazing and so were you," she wiggled her butt up against me as I spooned her.

"What a day," Mari added. She seemed blissfully relaxed, her arm draped across Lindsay's side and her eyes closed. My wife continued wiggling her beautiful ass against me, and soon I was thickening again.

"I never thought I'd someday find myself in a 'sloppy seconds" type of situation," I said jokingly.

"Me neither," she replied. "Now's our chance!" She lifted her top leg and reached between for my erection, guiding it into her squishiness. "Oooff, Jesus, I forgot," she grunted.

"I know, right?" Mari mumbled like she was in a dream, and as I started to move inside Lindsay, Mari began to make gentle snoring sounds.

Lindsay giggled and turned her head back to me. "Maybe we should go to our room and let her sleep."

"That's probably a good idea. I'll gather the clothes. Do you need anything for the walk across?"

"At this point, what's the difference?"

"True," I said with a kiss on the back of the head, and I rolled out and away from her. As I picked up the pieces of clothing from various spots I watched Lindsay pull the covers up over Mari and kiss her cheek.

We walked across the living area, me with an armload of clothes, and Lindsay with a towel to her crotch, where we found Roger on a couch in his boxers watching basketball highlights.

"Goodnight, Roger," I said as I passed. I don't know if he heard me, but I didn't stop for confirmation. My wife veered off of the path toward Roger, probably for a kiss or hug or something that didn't involve me.

I sorted the clothes and dropped them near our luggage, and then climbed into our fresh bed to wait for my wife, who was taking longer than I thought she would. That was the last thing I remember.