Never had the skies been clearer over Maine. The Milky Way made a ribbon from horizon to horizon, stars filled the rest, and the half moon was rising in the southeast. It was a perfect night—we could follow the line of blinking buoys all the way to the deep sea, and the shadows of the islands looked almost green in the light.
It was our first vacation in three years, just you and I, and you had found this little inn up the coast at the end of a long dirt road. That night there’d been a lobster bake, and after a lot of Sauvignon Blanc and more clams, lobsters, and corn that I had ever seen before, it felt great to slide into the hot tub overlooking the waterfront and the dock. We dunked our heads under, laughing, feeling clean and refreshed. You snuggled next to me in the water, and I could still smell your shampoo. You kept looking up at me and kissing me, each kiss longer and deeper than the one before. After a while I carefully unwrapped the joint I had brought out in a plastic baggie, and I lit it and passed it to you.
We weren’t alone in the tub. There were two other couples—an older guy and his much younger lady, a blond who looked like the definition of trophy wife, and a couple of gay men celebrating their honeymoon. You offered the joint around, and one of the gay guys took a hit; his partner wasn’t interested, but the blond—she had introduced herself as Libby, I remembered, an innocent name for a trophy bride, I thought—eagerly took a hit. Her husband—Tom—passed.
We passed the joint around until it was a tiny roach, and the stars and the moon and the sea shone all the more intensely. You kept kissing me, saying nothing, and I could feel your hand sliding under my suit; I was thinking it was time to go back to our cabin.
At just about that point I saw Libby reach behind her and untie the top of her suit. She casually shrugged it off and put it in the side of the tub, pushing her chest out of the water so that her breasts glistened in the moonlight. The dark around her nipples was small, but I could see that they were already hard and pointed. She lay back, sort of floating, and slipped off her suit bottom. She made no effort to hide her crotch, which appeared as smooth and glistening—obviously hairless—as her breasts.
It was a strange moment, somehow really hot in her absolute casualness not only about being naked but showing it. I glanced at Tom’s face, but he was leaning back, eyes to the skies, smiling.
I also sort of wanted to check out how the gay couple—Ned and Jeremy, two more strangely old fashioned names—were reacting; did they even care?
They may not have cared about the naked lady, but they seemed to be getting into the moment. They had their arms around each other’s shoulders, obviously hold each other close. It occurred to me that they might be uncomfortable either with all our heterosexual shows of affection or just worried that they might offend us if they were more affectionate themselves. Jeremy was kind of nuzzling Ned’s ear, trying not to be too obvious but obviously having the same feelings that you and I were having about each other—was it time for all of us to bolt for the privacy of our cabins?
You called the question for all of us, I think, when, looking straight at Libby, you unsnapped the sides of your suit top and slowly, deliberately, took it off and put on in the deck. With a smile, you reached under the water and did the same with your bottom, then put your arms around me and kissed me hard and urgently. There no longer seemed to be a question of going back to the cabin.
I returned the embrace, locking my lips to yours and pulling you in front of me. I let go, grabbed you gently by the shoulder blades, my hands under your arms, and held your body as you straddled me, and looked at you.
Like Libby’s, your breasts gleamed in the moonlight, and your nipples stood out. You looked too delicious for words, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and forward and kissing them—right, then left, then again, lingering as my tongue tingled with the excitement of feeling their hardness. I even nibbled, biting gently until I heard your little gasp, then letting go, caressing with my tongue.
I guess we’d made the first move. I looked across and saw Jeremy and Ned with their lips locked, clasping each other—they weren’t worried about anyone or anything at that moment. I had always thought I might be sort of grossed out, or turned off, but it was pretty obvious that they were in love and that they were expressing it the way everyone else does. What the heck?, I thought. I’m no one to judge—I’m the guy kissing his wife’s tits in full view of other people.
Tom and Libby weren’t doing much. Tom was looking at the sky, but I could see Libby next to him, her hand under the water, her arm moving—a hand job, it looked like. Tom just kept smiling, but I could see Libby’s stealing glances at Jeremy and Ned and at us—at you actually.
And she should have. You were beautiful, your eyes sparkling in the dark, your blue-black hair actually reflecting moonlight, and your body exquisite—fit, with your smooth skin, you dancer’s carriage, and your breasts perfect, swollen with excitement. Libby may have been a trophy, but you were the grand prize, and I was the winner. When you reached down to hold my cock gently in your hand, stroking softly and looking hard into my eyes, I felt like the emperor of the world. Time was standing still for us, and my body pulsed with excitement with every movement of your hand.
It wasn’t long before we all heard Tom gasp, then look kind of embarrassed and turn his gaze hard to the stars once more. Libby dived under the water—clean-up? I wondered, and surfaced in a moment. Tom politely excused himself, gave Libby a kiss, and pulled his body out of the tub. It was hard not to notice that his suit wasn’t on quite right. He stood up, wished us all a good evening, and wandered off into the darkness toward his cabin. Libby slid around closer to us.
“May I?” she asked, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear it, and she planted kiss behind your ear. You turned in surprise, and she gently took your face in her hands and kissed you. “You look so beautiful, and so happy,” she said as she pulled away, trailing her arm down your shoulder, just touching your breast. “Please,” she said to me, “go back to what you were doing.”
We didn’t need any encouragement, and now as you straddled me you guided my cock inside you. I was so hard I thought I might be getting ready to come right then and there, but suddenly I was inside you, with you lowering yourself onto me. Your eyes grew wider and you made that little gasping noise as I filled you. “Stop!” you whispered.
We sat there for a minute or two, adjusting ourselves to the feeling of being so close, so excited. I didn’t want it to be over so soon, so I stayed as still as I would trying to channel that super hot tantric sex video that you bought for us last Christmas, the one where the beautiful couples hold each other close, motionless, and each partner seems to be having multiple orgasms as they cling to each other, gazing into each other’s eyes.
It was that hot for me, and I think it must have been that hot for Libby, watching us, because she gently pushed off from beside you and moved around directly behind you, embracing you from behind, obviously inhaling the scent of your hair and closing her eyes as her hands came around you to cup your breasts, arms crossing in front of you, her right hand on your left breast, left hand on your right. Slowly she caressed and squeezed them, making you gasp again and move your hips down tighter onto me, then rise, stroking me with your pussy as you tightened your muscles to squeeze my cock.
Whatever Libby was doing to your breasts—squeezing, pinching, caressing, in a kind of random pattern—was making you crazy, and your desire not to move, to be that tantric goddess, was losing the battle with your excitement. And when she lowered her hands to caress your pussy and stroke your clit—I could feel her fingers working, which was making holding myself together just about unbearable—the battle was over. You began to move up and down on me, moaning gently and leaning in to kiss me, hard. I held my arms around you, feeling Libby’s breasts and hard nipples pressing against my arm. She was nuzzling the nape of your neck, and I could tell she was as into the smell of your hair—that shampoo you use is practically an aphrodisiac—as I am.
Across the small tub I could see Jeremy and Ned, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies, which were smooth and hairless as dolphins—that’s a lot of wax and pain, I thought. Ned was kneeling on the bench in the tub, facing the edge, and Jeremy moved behind him. Although they were in water up to their chests, I realized what I was seeing, but instead of being grossed out I was even more excited—love is love, and it’s a cool thing to watch, no matter what kind it is. I thought it was kind of sweet and even a little funny that both guys kept looking at the three of us, obviously getting turned on if not by the “hetero” thing then by the fact that the three of us were so completely gone in our own lovemaking, with Libby’s “assistance” a kind of kinky but really hot variation. All my threesome fantasies were coming true, almost.
I was thinking by now that I could just move inside you all night, that I had reached some plateau of excitement that was just perfect—I was the tantric god, for the moment, anyhow. But all of a sudden you slid off me, and pushed me up onto the edge of the tub. I realized what you wanted, and I wasn’t going to complain—your mouth fastened around my cock as soon as I was clear of the water, and your finger was doing that thing that makes me craziest of all—you moistened it in your mouth and slid it up my ass.
Okay, I was going to lose it now, I thought, this isn’t going to last forever. When you pushed my legs open wider and pulled Libby in between them, too, taking my cock out of your mouth and holding it out toward her as if you were offering her a piece of fruit.
As if it were a piece of fruit Libby took it, taking it into her mouth and sucking the tip so hard into her mouth that I flinched, then releasing the pressure. You and she took turns sucking and licking, with your finger fucking my ass and her hands playing with my balls, cradling and caressing them as if they were kittens. I’m gonna come now, I thought, and I could feel the first pressure building up way deep inside, somewhere under my balls and my cock. You looked up as you felt those familiar spasms.
But Libby was having none of this. She squeezed her hand so tightly around the base of my cock that I though I might just pass out, and just for extras she bit down hard on the tip, where I had been feeling the tingle of precum forming for a while. The orgasm subsided inside me.
Now Libby pushed me back into the water and sat on the tub edge, where I had just been. She lay back, her desire clear. You and I didn’t waste any time, kissing our way up the inside of her thighs and our mouths meeting at her pussy. I did my special thing—that turns you on so much—and pushed my tongue up inside her—I can almost do two inches, and I like to stroke the inside and hope I’m close to the g spot. And anyhow, she tasted wonderful—almost as good as you, even though I missed your little gasps.
She wriggled against my tongue, finding just the right places for me to caress with the tip, while you kissed her clit and stroked her with your fingers. After a couple of minutes I needed to breathe, and you lowered your head onto her for some serious sucking. I don’t know what you were doing—I thought maybe you were doing that thing that you like me to do, sucking your clit into my mouth and tickling the tip with my tongue, but whatever it was seemed to be working. I slid two of my fingers deep inside her and stroked in and out, trying to match the rhythm to whatever you were doing. With my other hand I found myself reaching up and caressing one of her breasts; she seemed to be taking care of the other one just fine.
It didn’t take long before she came, holding herself in as long as she could, then suddenly making these little screams that would have been unnerving if you didn’t know what they were. You kept your face buried in her, and I stroked, more gently, until she came again.
But she wasn’t finished, as she slipped back into the water almost immediately and pushed you up onto the edge, moving a cushion so that when you lay back we could still look into your eyes. She pushed herself in between your legs to return the favor to you, and I watched as she did this amazing thing, kissing up and down your your pussy lips as if they were anemones, sucking and stroking until you came in a full, shaking orgasm. All I could do was watch you, stroking myself and marveling at Libby’s expertise; you know I’ve tried to master that technique, and I think you have really appreciated my efforts. I didn’t even see that she was also fingering your ass until you told me about it later. I’ve tried to work on that one, too, and I know you like it.
So both the ladies had had orgasms, and now I thought it was going to be my turn. I climbed up onto the deck, while you turned on your stomach, raised yourself up on your hands and knees, and our bodies joined. You know how much I love the view from doggy style, with your perfect hourglass body in front of me and the turn-on of watching my own cock slide in and out of you. We moved slowly, savoring the feeling—you shook your hair out, and again it caught the moonlight that also made your pale skin glow—your tan lines showing, the darker parts highlighting the most beautiful parts of your body.
You and I were both facing toward Jeremy and Ned, who were also on the deck. Ned was just finishing sucking on Jeremy’s cock, which I could see was uncircumcised, and he pushed Jeremy’s legs far apart, his own cock glowing in the moonlight. Swiping his hand in a jar of something—some kind of lube, clearly, Ned made a swirl around Jeremy’s ass and then stroked himself once. With Jeremy’s legs apart and raise high, Ned drove his cock deep inside Jeremy, who moaned and moved with his own uncontrollable passion. As my cock moved in and out of you, sliding as you squeezed and I leaned forward to caress your nipples, Ned moved in and out of Jeremy. I could see Libby kneeling next to them, unable to stop herself from stroking first Jeremy’s nipples and then, gently, looking at Ned for an okay, his cock, which bulged in a way that anyone—even I was turned on as I watched—would have been excited by. As Ned fucked Jeremy’s ass, Libby stroked his cock. Again, it wasn’t about hetero or homo, but about pure sex and desire. I think you were as turned on as Libby was, and I wasn’t far behind.
It wasn’t long before I felt myself getting ready to come. I don’t know whether you came with me, because we were both howling and pushing at each other around like animals, but I think you did, and I just erupted like a freaking volcano—spasm following spasm, more than I ever remembered from any time before, and we’ve had some great ones—you can pump me dry with your hands, mouth, pussy, or ass, as you know. All I know is that after a couple of minutes—maybe it wasn’t that long, but it felt like it—I gasped and flopped down like a fish, exhausted and breathless.
In a minute or so it was Ned’s turn, and he made some intense growling noise and his ass muscles contracted as he shot what seemed like an amazingly huge wad into Jeremy’s ass. Libby must have been working her magic, because at just about the same instant Jeremy’s cock spouted like Moby Dick, drenching his belly—and Libby, who leaned in to watch with her mouth open to catch any that might come her way (as it were).
The end of the evening was sweet, and in its own way the hottest part. Libby licked off Jeremy’s cock, then kissed him hard in the mouth. She did the same with Ned, and I couldn’t help thinking that she might have been transferring some of that cum back to Ned’s mouth. He seemed surprised at a woman’s kiss, but she held his head tight to her and he seemed to get the idea.
At last she rolled over to where we were, and she licked your pussy and then my cock clean, her hands touching each of us gently in just a way that stirred more feelings in both of us. Moving to where our faces were touching, she pulled our heads together and managed to get us all into a really hot, cum-flavored three-way kiss—just a long, slow interlocking of tongues, with so much sensual contact in our mouths I definitely imagined that I was almost getting hard again.
Without a word, she rose, picked up her suit, and walked back to her cabin, her nude body shimmering in the moonlight—she sure knew how to make an exit. Ned and Jeremy soon put themselves together and wandered off, and you and I lay together in the moonlight until we were both able to breathe normally again.
I stopped to put in my suit and pick up the baggie that had had the joint in it, but you followed Libby’s example, naked and glowing in the moonlight as you walked ahead of me. It was all I could do not to chase you and kiss your ass all over, it looked so delicious. You remember that I did that—just licked your whole body—when we got back to the cabin, before we finally went to sleep.
You’ve never tasted so good.
