He looked down and saw his dick was waving in the air only about an inch away from the rounded kettle. He turned his hips toward us, “Whoops! Thanks for the warning. But if y’all weren’t looking so incredibly hot, I wouldn’t have this problem, you know.”
“Thanks,” I blurted, “it’s nice to know you care.”
“Not you, asshole,” he laughed. “The other two.”
We were standing just a couple of feet away, and I reached out and squeezed the nearest tit on each woman. “Don’t you mean the other four?”
Sheri slapped my hand away, but Jill pushed herself against me. “Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of that bad boy after dinner,” she told Jack. I rubbed her nipple just a bit, feeling it responding, then pulled my hand away and gave her rear a loud smack, eliciting a yelp.
Sheri and I entered the cabin, to find Dan and Robin locked in a passionate embrace. “Get a room you two!” I teased.
“We’ve got one,” Dan said with a smile, and then he peeled himself away and finished setting the table, while Sheri and Robin whispered between themselves.
Dinner was a remarkably calm affair, with a wonderful meal, and a gallon of Cabernet to wash it down. As the meal ended, I could feel the tension in the room building. I was certain we all knew where this would soon be heading. The girls once more volunteered for cleanup duty, and Dan started up our fireplace again. It was still warm in the cabin, but with the sun down, and the breeze cutting through the room, it was rapidly cooling off. Dan went to work starting up the fire, and I indulged in one of my worse habits, retiring to the front porch, and lighting up a big old Fuente Double Corona. My little travel wallet held four oversized cigars, and I offered one to Jack, an excellent Ashton, who happily accepted and joined me, looking out over the water.
We just rocked in the chairs, inhaling the strong smoke.
“Best fucking day in years,” he finally sighed.
“I’ll second that,” I told him, and we tapped our cigars against each other, as if toasting.
“I got a confession,” he said softly. “I might have gone a little farther with Sheri then she or I planned.” He hesitated before continuing, “I don’t mean nothing by it, I hope you know, but damn, she’s a sexy woman.”
I reached out and gave him a playful slug on the shoulder. “It was their game. We’re only fucking men, right? Slaves to our hormones, which they so skillfully put into play.” I took a deep draw, lazily letting the smoke slowly escape my lips. “I figure I’m just as guilty as you, with Jill. You might find some beard rash on her chest, if you were to look closely. I should have shaved this morning.”
He giggled. “Ditto.”
“In the end, we know who we’re going home with, right?” I reminded him.
“Fuck yeah. What happens in the cabin stays in the cabin,” he quipped.
“Then you’re forgiven. For whatever happened today, and for anything else that may happen tonight or tomorrow. As long as when we hit the road tomorrow, we’re back to status quo.”
“Aces,” he sighed, leaning back and drawing on his cigar, blowing big lazy smoke rings up into the night.
I sat back, picturing Jill on that path, her mouth a chamber of pleasure, while I used her. I looked over at Jack, who was similarly relaxed; at least most of him was. His hand was at work slowly stroking himself.
“You reliving an especially nice memory?” I asked quietly.
“Mmmhmm. You?”
“Oh, yeah. You, sir, are a lucky man.”
“I think we all are, this weekend,” he said softly.
Dan showed up a minute later, taking one of the two remaining seats. “Damn. Don’t do that!”
“Do what?” I asked.
“Don’t leave me in there with all three of them, they’re out of control!”
We laughed and I passed him a stogey as well. This was the life. Country life, full belly, a good cigar, and a room of naked ladies getting worked up behind us.
Robin opened the screen door beside us. “Get your asses in here before the bugs eat you alive. You can bring those stinky smoke sticks in if you want; I figure the smoke from the fireplace can use the competition. At least as long as you don’t try to go ‘Clinton’ on me with one of those.”
I got up and listened to Jack moan. “Damn it! Why’d she have to go and plant that image in my mind?”
We laughed, and squeezed through the front door. Forty eight hours earlier, if he’d brushed against me naked, I probably would have bolted; but now it was natural, and right.
Jill called out to me, “What have you got on tap for us tonight, Alex?”
I went to the cabinet shelf I’d commandeered, and brought down three bottles. “I’ve got an excellent sipping rum, Cruzan Single Barrel, for those who would like to try that, and if you’ll give me a minute,” I displayed the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream, and the 1/2 bottle of Tequila left from the previous night. I poured half the Bailey’s slowly into the Tequila bottle. “We’ve got a concoction that goes by a few different names, including the ‘Naked Orgasm’.”
“Real subtle, asshole,” my wife commented.
“Hey! I didn’t name it, and if y’all had just finished the tequila last night we’d be having Ecstasy shots instead.” I told her, carrying the bottles over and placing them on the coffee table.
“What’s in that?” Jack asked.
“Bailey’s and Vodka,” I explained.
“Cool, we can keep that in reserve,” Jill suggested.
“Not me. I’m dying to see if the difference between good rum and what I’ve been swilling is anything like the difference in tequilas,” Robin laughed.
Everyone but Dan and I had assumed the same seating as the night before. It made me think of school and sitting in someone else’s seat. Dan had slipped out to return with some more wood to stack beside the fire.
I tapped the ash off of my cigar, into an empty mug, before relighting it. My mistake. Dan moved over and plopped down between Robin and Sheri, leaving me the seat next to Jill. Looking across, I could see that Robin already was working on the rum. The little tease licked the entire end of the bottle after her sip, her tongue looking especially sensual.