Allison began hurriedly unbuttoning Jack’s shirt, exposing his silver-haired chest. At the same time, he was ripping at her blue jeans, pulling them down over her muscular thighs. Both of them racing to get each other naked first. Whenever one of them reached for a piece of clothing, the other slapped their hand away. It was the most aggressive, violent stripping I’d ever seen.
Cassie’s hand left my pec and grabbed at the lapel of my blue sport coat. I realized I still had on those furry gloves, and I shook them to the floor, like a hockey player getting ready to throw down. With my fingers free, I pulled the straps of Cassie’s golden dress off her shoulders. She reached back for the zipper and the amazing dress pooled like liquid gold at her feet. The beautiful blonde woman was wearing only a scarlet bra and panties.
With some of us half-naked and others mostly clothed, the couples starting balancing things out. Emily undid Mike’s belt, shoving his black pants to the ground. Allison had kept her cowboy shirt, but below the waist she was down to a yellow thong. She managed to rip off Jack’s flannel, leaving him in only jeans and boots.
But when Cassie reached for my chest a second time, she didn’t unbutton my white dress shirt. Instead, she pushed me back against the wall, lightly.
“I need some fresh air,” she said, breathily. Like we’d been sprinting this whole time.
The beautiful blonde woman stepped away and I looked after her, confused. Lost. I stared after Cassie’s panty-clad butt as it bounced rhythmic with her hips. She turned back to look at me. She seemed equally as confused as I was.
Cassie shook her head, disdainfully. She curled her finger my way.
Oh. Duh.
Cassie reached for the glass door and slid it open, walking out onto the back deck. I hurried after her, like she had me on a leash.
We hadn’t been out here once this whole time. All of Disney stared back at us across the glassy lake. The sound of distant, chirping crickets filled the air. Everything was thick and sweaty hot. Despite the ambient light, a few stars managed to gamely shine through. The world felt oddly ours.
Closer to home, I saw a tiny, private, plunge pool on one side of the deck. Almost more like a pit filled with light blue water; too small to hold more than two adults. On the other side was a round picnic table with four chairs. Behind that were two matching, wooden loungers. Lying on one of them, recumbent like a Roman emperor, was Cassie. Still in that striking scarlet underwear.
I didn’t need encouragement this time. I raced across the deck, knocking over a chair, to get to Cassie. When I reached the foot of the lounger, I stopped to rip off my pants and shirt, leaving only my black boxers.
Correctly outfitted, I leapt onto the cushions. Cassie screeched in surprise, then broke into giggles. She welcomed me to her body with a warm kiss. I let her envelop me in her incredible body.
I felt something brush behind me and realized that we weren’t alone. Mike gave me a strange, awkward wave. My own Emily pushed him down on the lounger next to us and climbed on top. Kissing Mike like she couldn’t breathe without his mouth. Both were in their underwear. Again, I was struck by how tiny my wife appeared next to the tall man. It looked like he could wear her as a backpack.
“You like this?” Emily asked, sitting over him, a strange mix of awkward and seductive.
“Yeah,” Mike said, “So nice.”
A crashing stumble announced that Allison and Jack had joined us outside, as well. The two of them tumbled onto the hardwood. What they were doing looked almost more like wrestling than sex. They rolled around on the deck, each trying to gain the advantage.
Cassie saw them too and shook her head, a funny little laugh at the silliness of her husband and his new conquest. Again, I expected to feel jealousy over Allison, my partner for this trip, being with someone new — but it never showed.
On the other hand, the envy I felt seeing Emily kissing Mike — my wife running her hands over his bare chest, his own fingers gripped on her panty-covered ass — redoubled. They kept cooing to each other, encouraging and sweet. Like two young lovers excited to share in each other. It was oddly worse than watching Emily submit herself to Jack.
Wasn’t this balance? I’d been with Mike’s wife — why couldn’t he take a turn with mine? Yet something about it truly bothered me. More than I let on. I knew I couldn’t say anything to stop it, but it left my stomach twisting.
With Jack, Emily was clearly infatuated. But, oddly, it felt like he’d earned it. He showed my wife his admiration as she slowly shed her inhibitions for him. But Mike was just taking. He’d never appreciated Emily before our trip. He’d told me as much earlier in the evening. But now he was grabbing, grasping at her. Acting like he actually cared.
Fortunately, I had my own incredible distraction to keep me engaged. I looked at the beautiful blonde underneath me, running my eyes over every inch of her fantastic body. But then, there was more to see, wasn’t there?
“Front clasp?” I asked, remembering the incident from a few days before.
Cassie shook her head and leaned forward to give me access. I snapped her bra between my fingers. There were two more clasps than I was used to undoing. Cassie’s breasts burst free. Her pink nipples erect and wanting.