Dawn on the Third Day
by be287m

Day One, Morning

Dawn broke.

More precisely, it shattered.  The sun tried to climb above the horizon and there were a few reddish rays.  Then the scattered clouds moved in, pummeling them to pieces.  Occasionally a shaft of light escaped, but eventually the grey won, ensuring the overcast weather so confidently predicted by forecasters the night before.

Dave sipped his coffee on the porch, silently watching.  He was rarely up this early, but it felt good.  He’d soon return to the slumbering house behind him and join Jennifer in bed, but this was contemplative time.  Alone time.  Something he’d not get much of in the next three days.  Road tripping to Santa Fe—him, Will, Jen, and Jennifer.  Dave was forced to smile at the irony.  Such a road trip would have been unthinkable just a few months ago.

They were now so significant in his life.  Two redheaded women with similar figures and the same first name.  At least he’d never called Jennifer “Jen”, though he’d had some tongue fumbles on occasion.  True, he’d known Jen since she’d started dating Will two years ago, but they’d never really hung out as much until Jennifer joined them.  He had been Will’s “guys night out,” not part of a second couple.  Even when he was married to Claire.

Claire.  Somewhere she was getting re-married soon, if she hadn’t done so already.  It didn’t hurt the way it used to.  While his stomach still tightened as the thought of her infidelity flittered through his mind, he was now able to dismiss it and his gut relaxed in turn.  That was the past and this was now.  Jennifer was a much better fit for him, and he was an order of magnitude happier.

Happiness.  What a strange, elusive, indefinable concept.  Had he been happy with Claire?  Yes, as best he knew how, he supposed.  They’d had fun at times and lacked friction in the little interactions of daily life.  The sex had been pleasurable and regular with the occasional variant thrown in for spice.  Then she’d left him and it felt like he’d died.  He’d spent most of a year realizing that no matter how smart he was and how successful in business he was and how nice he’d been, it hadn’t been enough.  She’d still grown distant, and then turned for comfort somewhere else.  He’d been like a turn of the century pedestrian, trying to describe the horseless carriage that had run him down.  That year had been hard.

But Will and Jen had been there for him, in his darkness.  And then Jennifer, who lit up his world every time she smiled.  Was this happiness?  It was deeper than anything he’d felt before.  More open, with all the accompanying vulnerability.  More pleasurable, in both the simple ways and the fantastic.  More passionate, both in the lovemaking with Jennifer and in all sensuous activity.  Like sipping coffee.  And watching the sun try to rise.

Speaking of coffee, his mug was empty.  With a last deep inhale of the morning air, Dave went back inside.

He found Jen in the kitchen, sitting on a barstool, idly swinging one leg, reading a book.  She was wearing her short green silk robe, which had ridden up exposing most of her thigh and just barely covering her more womanly charms.  Dave grinned to himself.  It wasn’t as much fun to look when Jen wasn’t deliberately showing off, but it was still a delightful sight.

Jen looked up and smiled at Dave as he refilled his mug.  She pushed hers towards him and he refreshed it as well.

“You’re up early,” she said, setting her book aside and then grasping her mug with both hands, taking small sips.

Dave shrugged.  “Sometimes I just wake up for no apparent reason.  If I feel rested, I get up.  I kind of like it when it’s quiet.”

Jen nodded.  “I’m usually up early too.  If it’s a lot earlier than when Will usually gets up, I read.  If not, I wake him up.”  She had a salacious grin with that last comment and Dave had no problems imagining how she woke Will up.

“So what are you reading?”

“Callahan’s Lady, by Spider Robinson.  Will loaned it to me.  It’s set in the best brothel in New York City.  Will says that if Lady Sally’s really existed, he’d never leave.”

“That’s pretty high praise.  What do you think of it?”

“I like it.  I find the characters a little too perfect, but that’s what makes it fiction.  I really like the central tenet though.”

“Which is. . . ?”

“Sex as Art.  The brothel employees are referred to as ‘Artists’ with ‘studios’ where they entertain ‘clients.’”

Dave chuckled.  “You’d probably make a great artist!”

“Yes, I would!”  Jen looked insufferably smug with herself, leading Dave to laugh even harder.  Jen broke into a broad smile in response and they settled into a warm silence.  It was interrupted by sounds of motion from the guest room.

“Will’s awake!” Jen exclaimed, eyes twinkling.  “Time for some Art!”  She slid off the stool and scampered towards the hall.  Dave just chuckled at her eagerness.  Slowly, he drained the last of his coffee, savoring the last drops, and then headed upstairs.

Jennifer was sleeping softly on her side, the sheets having dropped below her breasts.  Dave just paused, admiring.  Her slow breath was peaceful, almost serene.  She seemed to be dreaming, and the rolled a little, shifting partially onto her back.

That offered opportunities.

Slowly, Dave tugged the sheets lower.  Then he gently climbed on the bed and rolled them all the way off—revealing Jennifer’s nude figure.  He caught his breath at the sight.  She was so beautiful.  Careful not to disturb the mattress much, he positioned himself at her feet.  She stirred as he rolled her hips so that she was fully supine.

Edging forward, he leaned and lightly kissed the top of her mound.  Then the inside of each thigh.  Jennifer stirred some more and Dave began to scatter kisses throughout her nether region.  Sometime in the midst of it, Jennifer awoke enough to reach her hands down, touching his head, though not opening her eyes.  Dave took that as a sign that he could begin in earnest.  He paused, and then began one long wet lick, up between her labia and ending at her clit.  Jennifer shuddered.  Dave grinned and began to dine.

There was little finesse, this time.  He alternated between sliding his tongue along her inner lips, occasionally probing inside, and wrapping his lips and tongue around her clit, flicking it and sucking lightly.  As her juices began to flow, he brought his hands into play, firmly caressing and spreading her labia, then sliding one finger in.  He had to shift forward so that he could rotate his hand to caress her g-spot while he continued to suckle her clit.

Jennifer moaned, obviously now fully awake.  He looked up, hoping to catch her eyes, but her head was tilted back, as she just enjoyed the sensations.  Dave paused, taking a quick opportunity to cover her mons and thighs with wet kisses, before returning to her treasures.  Jennifer seemed to catch her breath too, before settling into her familiar pattern of aroused openness.  Dave knew she was ready for him to take her all the way to climax.

So he began.  Gently and steadily—licking, caressing, lightly kissing.  Slowly, very slowly, increasing the speed and pressure.  No faster than her breathing increased, really.  This time, Jennifer seemed to gasp loudest to his up licks, against the underside of her clit.  He kept at it.  She began to flush and moan and Dave increased a tempo.  Her moans turned to gasps and he licked and caressed and slid his finger in and out.  She was starting to shudder and Dave’s pace increased again—tongue moving fast, sometimes sliding askew but always quick to return.  Finger, now fingers, pumping, sliding, caressing.  He gave long licks and quicker flicks and suction and again went a step faster.  She was starting to breathe harder and so Dave began to lick more, kiss more, stroke more and . . . 

Jennifer gasped, arched her back, and then collapsed back on the bed.  The flush began to spread across her chest and the lopsided grin appeared.  Dave’s own goofy smile joined hers.  He rested, basking in her afterglow.

After floating down, Jennifer murmured, “my turn” and Dave pulled himself up into position.  Jennifer held his shaft lightly as he got his balance.  Then he was inside.

She wrapped her arms around him, and then hooked her ankles around his legs, pulling him in tight to her.  Since it gave him less room for thrusting, he started a slow gentle rhythm.  Jennifer’s lips found his own and they began to kiss—warm rather than hot.  Affectionate rather than raw passion.  There was no time passing.  Just the caress and constant touch of skin upon skin with the slow and steady motion of his body within hers.

Sounds at the periphery intruded into their interlocked little bubble of a world.  Slowly they filtered though and became recognizable.  From downstairs—Jen’s passionate cries.  Dave paused in the kissing, smiling.  Hadn’t they done this before?  Both couples enjoying a morning’s passion?  Jennifer smiled, apparently sharing the thought.

“I want to feel you cum,” she whispered, before kissing him again.  He speeded up and she rolled her hips to give him deeper penetration.  Soon they both began to breathe raggedly and she got her wish.  A few last powerful thrusts and then spurts, and Dave collapsed on top of her.  Jennifer hugged him tight, and then they lay still.  He slowly shrank inside her and then slipped out while they listened to Jen’s sounds peak, and then fade.

Jennifer slid her arms behind Dave’s shoulders and gave him a big kiss.  “Shower?” she asked.

Dave murmured agreement and they began moving towards the bathroom.  The day had begun.

Day One, Afternoon

Walsenburg had been a bust.

That wasn’t really fair, Dave mused.  Walsenburg was probably a very nice town.  It was just set off the highway far enough that they couldn’t spot any restaurants other than a Pizza Hut.  Will had asked if they wanted to stop there for lunch or push on for Trinidad—another 35 miles.  They’d decided to push on, but the conversation had turned to food and by the time they’d actually hit Trinidad, Dave’s stomach was rumbling and Jen and Jennifer had both remarked on being hungry.

Of course the drive had been longer than expected.  By the time both couples had finished their morning. . . activities . . and breakfast and gotten everything packed and loaded, they’d run smack into the Denver rush hour, surprisingly heavy for Good Friday.  I-25 had been a parking lot, edging along, through most of the city.  Will had grumbled that they should have taken the E-470 toll road, but since it had been Will’s choice as driver, his passengers just let it slide.  Fortunately, the highway through Colorado Springs and Pueblo hadn’t been too busy by the time they got to them, but it was well after noon by the time they got to Trinidad.

Will pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of a Taco Bell.

“Taco Bell?”  Dave questioned.  Will caught the challenging tone in his voice and responded defensively.

“Everyone’s hungry and this is fast.  I’m not going to waste time driving around looking for something better when we have no idea what would be better in this town.  Besides, we’ll eat well in Santa Fe.  It won’t hurt us to eat cheap now,”  Will rebutted.  Before Dave could reply, Jen and Jennifer had already gotten out of the car.  He shrugged at Will and clambered out himself.

Jen had stopped to adjust her sandal strap, bending mostly at the waist of course.  The pose pushed her ass towards the men, though her sundress was too loose to really reveal her contours.  Jennifer stood patiently nearby.  She’d chosen to wear jeans for comfort, with a blouse that was scooped reasonably low in front.  It highlighted the emerald dangling just above her cleavage.

There were only a few other patrons present and no line.  The food was, well, Taco Bell.  No expectations meant no disappointments.  They settled at a table and began to eat, reviving the casual conversation from the car.  It didn’t take long before the food was reduced to a pile of empty wrappers and crumpled napkins on the table.  Dave just sat back and watched his companions talk.

Jen’s eyes kept darting to something over Dave’s shoulder.  He realized Will had noticed too.  He tilted his head to catch her attention.  Jen just smiled at him.

“She’s got some admirers,” Jennifer whispered, leaning in.  “Two teenaged boys who can’t stop staring at her.”

“At both of us,” Jen murmured.  Jennifer smirked, obviously having deduced the same thing, though less willing to admit it.  Jen had a devilish grin as well.  She continued taking surreptitious glances towards the teens.

“Can I?”  Jen asked Will.  He smiled.

“Okay.  How far are you thinking?”  Will asked in return.

“The panty trick?” she asked.  Will chuckled.  Dave was now completely lost.

“Sure. They’re obviously in high school.  It would probably be a big thrill for them,” Will said, clearly tickled at the idea.

“Join me?”  Jen asked Jennifer.  Jennifer looked at Dave for his permission.  She seemed eager for the game, whatever it was.

“Sure” he said, earning an appreciative smile in return.  What was he agreeing to?

The girls slid out of their seats and sauntered towards the restrooms.  Will started cleaning up the table and then motioned for Dave to follow him towards the restaurant door.

“C’mon,” Will impatiently called, when Dave balked a little in his confusion.  “The view will be better and it’ll be easier to get out of here quickly.”

Dave joined Will loitering at the door.  They were facing, but not staring at, what must have been the girls’ admirers.  The two boys looked about sixteen and were engaged in some animated conversation, low enough to not be heard at this distance, when Jen and Jennifer strutted back from the restrooms and over to the teens’ table.

Jen took the lead, bending at the waist and saying something to the boys.  Their eyes moved between her chest and her face, with looks of confusion appearing on their own.  Dave could easily imagine the undone buttons they were enjoying.  The Jennifer bent over next to Jen, not quite doubling their view due to the higher cut of her top, but still leading to eyes darting back and forth.  After a few more words, Jen proffered her hand to one of the boys, something wadded up inside her fist.  Jennifer mimicked the move with the other boy.  With dazed expressions, the teens took the offerings, now clearly colored fabric, and whipped them into hiding under the table.  Jen and Jennifer stood and turned, walking towards the exit where Dave and Will stood.  Jen looked insufferably pleased with herself—the proverbial cat that ate the canary.  Jennifer was on the verge of giggling at some unspoken joke.

Will nudged Dave.  “Let’s get the car started.”  It was only a few minutes before they were pulling out of the parking lot, Will at the wheel, two giddy laughing women in the back seat.  Dave tried to twist around from the passenger’s seat and watch it all.

“What did you say to them?  What just happened?” Dave wanted to know.

Jen giggled, then dropped into her Mae West voice.  “I told them that we’d seen them admiring us.  And that we thought they were cute.  And that the thought of two cute guys admiring us had turned us on and gotten us all hot and bothered and *wet*.”  Jennifer was laughing again while Jen continued.  “Which was too bad because we had to leave soon and we couldn’t possibly get back on the road wearing wet panties.  So since *they* were the ones that were responsible for getting them wet in the first place, would they be so kind as to take them off our hands?”

“So you gave them your panties?”  Dave was incredulous.

“Sure did!  See?”  Jen flipped her skirt up and back down far too fast for Dave to actually confirm the lack of panties, but he’d take her word for it.  The girls were still laughing.  Dave looked at Jennifer.  She calmed down with some effort.

“Dave, my love,” Jennifer started.  “It’s just fun.  The looks on their faces were priceless.”

“Actually, it was about ten dollars!” Jen interrupted.  “The cost of the panties!” She was still giggling.

Dave forced a smile over his confusion.  Jennifer reached out and gently touched his arm, reassuring.  Their eyes met and his smile became genuine.  They’d talk later.  He twisted back around in his seat, facing the road, just as Will dropped a new CD into the stereo.  The laughter died and after a long pause, listening to the music, the conversation turned to other things.

‘Later’ arrived at a gas stop in Raton.  Will said he wanted to stretch his legs for a few minutes and he and Jen wandered into the convenience store.  Dave and Jennifer walked towards an outdoor bench.

“Dave,” Jennifer began, “what’s going on?”

Dave shrugged a little and then stared out at the horizon.  Jennifer slid her arm around his waist.

“I guess I was caught off guard.  I didn’t know what to expect back in the Taco Bell,” he uttered, turning towards her.

“Jen’s never done the panty trick around you before?”  Jennifer asked, tightening her hug.

“No.  She’s done a lot of other exhibitionistic things, but not that one.  I was surprised.  I was also surprised you joined her.”  He kept his tone light.

Jen pulled back and looked at him, questioningly.

“Dave, you do know that I’m just as exhibitionistic as Jen is?”  It was a rhetorical question.  They had, after all, reconnected in a Victoria’s Secret dressing room.

“And you did give permission.”

Dave sighed.  “Yes, I did.  Next time I’ll make sure I know what I’m saying yes to first.  I’m sorry.”  He smiled sheepishly at her.  She met his eyes, and then softened into her own smile when it was clear he was truly apologetic.  He bent and kissed her lightly.

“I like the fact that you’re an exhibitionist.  Like Will, I’m a voyeur that enjoys looking at incredibly attractive sexy women.”  That drew a small blush.

“I noticed you never let Will see the Valentine’s DVD,” Jennifer teased.  The memory of her stripping and masturbating on that DVD brought a reminiscing smile to the corners of Dave’s mouth.

“He never asked,” Dave replied.  Which was technically true.  Will had hinted about seeing the DVD but never directly asked.

“Well, it was your present, not his.”  Jennifer snuggled into him.  

“And I am *so* lucky to have an incredible girlfriend who gives me presents like that!”  Dave exclaimed.  Jennifer squeezed him tighter in response.

Dave glanced over towards the convenience store in time to see Will and Jen emerge with drinks and snacks.  Still arm in arm, he and Jennifer walked back to the car to continue their journey.

Day One, Evening

They arrived in Santa Fe by late afternoon and spent a lazy couple of hours wandering the Plaza and the nearby shops.  Dinner was early at a Mexican dive that Jen had heard an acquaintance say had excellent green chilé.  It did, Dave was delighted to discover.  Dusk had arrived as they drove to their destination in the nearby mountains.

It turned out that Jen had wanted to go to Santa Fe because of a Japanese Spa just a few minutes outside of town.  It was beautiful, nestled in among the pines on the side of the hill.  They’d managed to rent a cabin on-site for two nights, and had private hot tub reservations both evenings, with massages scheduled for Saturday afternoon.  Dave wouldn’t have been surprised if Jen and Will took advantage of the common pool as well, which in the traditional Japanese way, was clothing optional.  Of course, in the Western way of being concerned about impropriety, that was only before dark.

Their cabin felt truly luxurious.  It was actually the second floor of a cabin, with a living room, bedroom and balcony, but no one currently occupied the room below.  The fireplace was inviting, all ready to be lit, though it wasn’t quite cool enough.  By prior arrangement, Dave and Jennifer claimed the bedroom, leaving Will and Jen to figure out how to unfold the living room futon from couch to bed.  They did the usual unpacking and settling in with a little haste, for their tub time was near.

“We are going nude?” Jennifer asked Dave, as they hunted for towels in the bedroom closet.  He paused a moment.

“Sure.”  There was no trace of the confusion or uncertainty from earlier in the day.  Jennifer smiled at him.

“I’ll tell Jen and get the kimonos.”  She danced out of the room and Dave started shucking his clothes.  Jennifer returned just as he’d gotten his pants and underwear off.  She grinned and closed for a kiss, sneaking the opportunity to run her fingers along his cock.  Dave stifled a moan.  However, it was just a tease, as Jennifer broke the kiss, handed Dave a kimono, and began stripping herself.

It had been, what, five months together?  He never tired of watching her body come into view.  Legs of a runner, firm and tight.  Pale skin with rosy pink areola and nipples.  And of course her red hair falling and bouncing across her shoulders and chest as she moved.  Conscious of his gaze, Jennifer paused when she was fully nude.  Then, smiling, she did a slow 360 turn before grabbing her kimono.  She still took his breath away.

Finally, all gathered together and ready, they headed up to the main spa.  Check-in went smoothly and they were soon escorted to the Ichiban tub—a small sunken hot tub on a redwood deck, surrounded by trees on two sides and privacy walls on the other two.  Dave noted the thinness of the tree branches—the actual ground must be several feet below, keeping them above any potentially spying eyes.  He spotted the private sauna entrance and how one wall was movable, potentially expanding the private space to include somewhere else.

Of course, in noting all the details of the space, he almost missed the women disrobing and stepping into the tub.  He did get to watch from behind as Jennifer descended, Jen ahead of her and nearly in the water.  Great view nonetheless.  He and Will were soon within the warm water and each couple drifted to their own side, facing the other.  They just soaked—enjoying the warmth of the water, the crispness of the air, the stars, the companionship.

Jen let her legs float up, not quite to the surface, as she admired the sky.  The effect was to have her breasts bob at the water line—nipples and areola peeking out and then dropping back in.  Her movements were tantalizingly erratic.  Sometimes she pulled out of the water to the curve below her breasts.  Sometimes not at all.  In the shadowed evening, Dave strained to see what he could.

Jennifer playfully poked him in the stomach.

“Jen, you’re distracting Dave!” she called out.  Will chuckled while Jen giggled and dropped fully into the water.  Dave turned to Jennifer, smiling.

“Jennifer, my love, nothing could ever distract me from you.”  He held her cheek gently with his hand and kissed her.  She beamed, slightly blushing, when the kiss was done.  Dave turned back to Jen and Will.

“Just trying to see what I could see,” he joked.

Will laughed.  “I thought you’d pretty much seen it all by now, my friend.”

“Not true!  I’ve never seen enough to know if Jen’s a true redhead or not.”  General laughter ensued from the others.  Jen whispered something in Will’s ear.  His grin grew broader.

“Go ahead, Jen,” Will murmured.  He was nearly beaming.

Jen turned back to Dave.  “Do you really want to know?”  Dave nodded, still going along with the joking.  Jen then looked at Jennifer, and got a nod of permission as well.

Jen brought her legs under her into a crouch, and then raised up so that her torso was completely above the surface.  Her breasts were indeed a delight, though he had seen most of them before.  Full and smooth with nipples now erect from the breeze.  She held her position until Dave’s eyes traveled up to meet hers.  She was breathing a bit more shallowly now.

Then Jen pulled herself up onto the edge of the tub, placed her hands on her knees, and slowly spread her legs wide.  Dave’s eyes ran from knee to inner thigh to Jen’s labia—dark, swollen, and extended.  He stifled his laughter.

Jen was completely shaved.

“I guess there is no way to tell,” he remarked, never taking his eyes from Jen’s treasures.  Will and Jennifer laughed hard.  Jen just smiled proudly, holding her pose.

Dave felt Jennifer’s hand caress his thigh, then slowly travel to his cock.  She ran her fingers over him before taking a firmer grasp.  He gasped.

“Jennifer, are you playing with Dave’s cock?” Jen asked.  Jennifer responded with a broad grin and the slow nod of her head.  She continued gently caressing his shaft.

“He enjoying it?”  Jen asked.  Jennifer nodded her head again.

“Well, then we’d better give him the full show!” Jen exclaimed.  She began slowly sliding her hands along her thighs, in from her knees.  When they got just outside her torso, Jen put her left hand behind her for support, and then used the fingers of her right hand to part her lower lips.  She spread them wide for a moment, though at the distance it was too difficult to make out any detail.  Then, in an agonizingly slow move, she slid a finger up and onto her clit.  She held it there for a heartbeat, then pulled her hand away and slid back into the water.

Dave was rock hard.

Jennifer continued to slide her hand up and down his length, as they watched Will pull Jen onto his lap.  One of Will’s hands disappeared under the water and they began kissing passionately.  Dave turned to Jennifer and her eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips and back.  He got the hint.  Pulling her close, they began some passionate kissing of their own.

As always, Jennifer’s kisses were hot and wet.  Dave soon broke from her mouth and began kissing her cheek, then the line of her jaw.  He worked his way, tantalizingly slowly, to just behind her ear, where he brushed her skin with his lips feather light.  Jennifer shuddered and moaned.

And so did Jen.  Dave’s eyes flicked up to the other couple.  Jen’s head was buried in Will’s shoulder, with Will gazing back towards him and Jennifer.  More Jennifer, really.  He met Will’s eyes.  There was a hunger there—deep desire.  Jen just moaned, reacting to whatever Will’s hands were doing.  Dave broke the eye contact with Will, flicking his eyes away as if conceding a staring contest.

Jennifer had felt his distraction.  He could feel her body tense a little, then cool.  Dave turned back and kissed her gently.  Tenderly.  Their eyes met before another kiss.  Then they cuddled together.

Across the tub, the motion had stopped as well.  Jen was trembling a little, but was not flushed.  Will had his arm around her back, holding her as she continued to rest her forehead on his shoulder.  Will smiled sheepishly at Jennifer and Dave.  Jen slowly turned around, eyes still unfocused yet smoldering.  She held a tenseness in her shoulders, unreleased.  After a moment, she relaxed and focused, smiling wistfully at Dave and Jennifer.

“I guess I can wait until we get back to the room,” she panted.  That drew a round of chuckles.

The conversation was more muted after that.  A nervous edge lurked just below topics of other vacations, spas, and whether Will should get his own hot tub or not.  They floated and soaked, occasionally pulling partially out of the heat of the water to let the night breeze cool them off.  Dave openly admired the ladies’ breasts when so exposed, which drew small smiles when he was caught.  Since ‘lecherous’ was absent from his gaze, both Jen and Jennifer took his admiration for what it was.  Will’s gaze was received the same way as well.  Soon the intercom sounded that their time was up and enrobed again, they returned to their cabin.

Dave had just shut the bedroom door behind them when Jennifer bounded onto the bed, her kimono a pile on the floor.  She spread her legs and crooked a finger, beckoning.  Dave knelt and began kissing her inner thighs.  He licked her lower lips and began to run circles around her clit when she touched his shoulders, urging him up.

A mischievous thought struck him.

Dave moved up, but instead of positioning his cock at her entrance, he straddled her torso and placed his cock between her breasts.  Jennifer pushed them together, creating a valley, but there was too much friction for meaningful motion.  Dave reached down and pulled her hands away, above her head.  She held them there, as if tied.  They’d played these mild dominance games before.  He returned to a full straddle, sliding his cock closer to her mouth.

“You liked teasing me in the hot tub, didn’t you?” he leered.

“Yessss.  I loved playing with your cock while you looked at Jen.”

“You thought it was *fun*, teasing me?”  He brushed her lips with the tip of his cock but pulled back when her tongue snaked out.

“Yessss.”  She was on the edge of panting.

“Like I’m teasing you now?”  Dave slid his shaft closer to her face.  Jennifer met his eyes, smoldering.

Then she winked.

Bringing her hands down to grab his ass, she pulled Dave’s erection forward and between her lips.  Dave just gasped and then steadied his balance, as Jennifer proceeded to suck and lick.  Her eyes danced as she returned the tease.

Eventually the sensation was too much.  Dave couldn’t remain steady, kneeling above her head.  Reluctantly, Jennifer released him.  He shifted back and let his cock once again lay between her breasts, still gleaming with her saliva.  

Jennifer smiled and pressed her flesh around him once again.  This time, there was enough moisture, so he began to move forward and back.  Sliding quickly changed to thrusting—Dave already being on the edge.  He began to breathe heavier.  The image of Jen’s open thighs flashed before his eyes and he was spurting—coating Jennifer’s breasts and neck with whiteness.

Jennifer grinned.  She scooped up a little of his cum with her fingers, then licked them clean.

Dave slid down her body to once again nestle his head between Jennifer’s thighs.  She was very wet and hot.  He slid a finger inside, then two, hooking them to caress even deeper.  Jennifer moaned.  Dave lightly pressed his tongue against the top of her slit, then licked up, parting her labia and then pressing directly against her clit.  Jennifer shuddered in response.  Dave placed his lips around her clit to provide a little suction and then began to lick her clit in earnest.

Jennifer had been as primed as he was.  In just a few moments she began to gasp and moan, then shuddered as her orgasm rolled through her.

Dave cuddled up against her side as she came down, breathing deeply.  He idly played with one nipple, still erect.  Jennifer just grinned, too content to comment.  They lightly kissed, murmuring “I love you’s.”  Dave continued to caress her breast as Jennifer’s hand slid over and across his arm and stomach.  They drifted in the warmth.

At some point though, the warmth sparked.  The kisses shifted from tender to desirous.  Dave felt himself hardening and Jennifer began to lightly undulate.  He languidly moved his hand south.  She was still very wet.  Still kissing her, he slowly slid on top of her and then inside.

They rested, barely moving, once his cock was deeply ensheathed.  The edge gone, this was about the kissing and about meeting each other, eye to eye, soul to soul.  Dave began a very slow, steady motion, with Jennifer rocking her hips to meet his rhythm.  She pulled him tight, wrapping her arms around him.  He cupped his fingers behind her neck, running them lightly through her hair.  And they kissed.

They kissed.  Lightly on the lips, then long and deep.  Trailed wetness across her cheek to behind her ear, then back to her mouth with a hint of pressure.  Deep, full French kisses, Eskimo nose rub kisses, fluttering eyelashes against skin.  They kissed, all the while slowly sliding their bodies apart and then merging together again.

Just when it seemed be lost in timelessness, “I want you to cum,” was whispered in Dave’s ear.  He grinned at Jennifer, who merely grinned back.  Speeding up, Dave began thrusting hard and deep.  A few moments later, he was shooting inside her.

“I love you,” Jennifer whispered, as he gasped for breath.

“I love you too.”  Dave pulled out and lay down next to her.  Jennifer curled against him, head on his shoulder, one leg draped across.  He kissed her forehead and then they slowly drifted off to sleep.

Day Two, Morning

Dawn arrived.

The light slowly oozed around the edges of the blinds, highlighting the dust, gently brightening the room.  Dave tossed again.  He still couldn’t get back to sleep.  He gently turned to look at Jennifer.  She lay facing him, breathing softly, chest slowly rising and falling.  She looked angelic.  Slowly, he edged away to the side of the bed and out from under the blankets.  Finding the kimono was no problem and he quietly crept out the door, through the darker living room where someone obviously still slumbered on the extended futon, and to the balcony.

He found Jen there, also in a house kimono, sitting back and gazing out over the rail.  She smiled at him, but didn’t speak.  He slid the empty chair close to hers, then joined her in the near empty silence.  They listened as the first birds began to call and the sky slowly brightened from greys to blue.

“That was some show last night,” Dave casually commented, not quite daring to look Jen in the eye as he spoke.

“It was fun,” she replied.  “Besides, I’ve teased you long enough.  You deserved to see everything.”  Hearing the lightness in her voice, her turned at met her eyes, nodding his head in acknowledgement and appreciation.  The silence settled pleasantly and they turned to watch a bird flutter into a nearby tree.

“For a while there, I thought things might go further than just looking,” Dave continued.  There, he’d raised the subject.  He hoped he was keeping the nervousness out of his voice.

“At one point in my life, it might have,” she replied.  “I like playing sexually with friends.  If they are people I like and trust enough to be friends with, I often also find them attractive.  It can be a lot of playful fun.”

“Playful fun?”

“Sure.”  Jen let that hang, not explaining.  Dave watched the bird a little longer before turning to face Jen again.

“I noticed you said ‘people’ and not ‘men’.”

Jen blushed.  “Very observant.  Yes, one of my friends was a woman.  Two men and one woman.”  Dave raised his eyebrows, waiting, and Jen plunged on.

“It’s not that I was a slut.  I wasn’t picking up strangers.  Each of my friends was—is—someone I cared about and would have wanted in my life even if we weren’t playing together.  In fact they still are in my life, even though I’m not having sex with anyone but Will.  In each case, my friends knew I was seeing and being sexual with other people.  And vice versa.  We also had agreements that the sexual part of our friendship could be ended by either person at any time for any reason.  Like me getting involved with Will.”

“Will’s a one woman man and he gets jealous,” she continued.  Oh, he loves it when other guys get turned on looking at me.  But he’d freak if it went beyond teasing.”  Dave nodded in understanding.  He’d never seen Jen be exhibitionistic or flirtatious when Will wasn’t around.  The guys she teased weren’t the real audience.

“Do you want things to go beyond teasing?”

“Well, I’m not sure.  I really don’t know.  I mean, I love Will, and I can’t imagine me being with anyone else romantically.  We have a deeper connection than anyone else I’ve dated.  But . . .”  she trailed off, searching for words.  Dave just sat silently, patiently holding the space.

“There are times,” Jen continued, “when a guy will be looking at me, and I can tell he’s getting turned on.  And I start to get turned on. Sometimes really turned on.  And I want to do more than let him look.  But then I think of how much that would hurt Will and it kills things.

“I also have fantasies about inviting another person into our bed.  I’ve had a couple of threesomes and they were a lot of fun.  But again, I think it would devastate Will.”

“Have you talked with him about it?”

“I’ve tried.  But it’s hard.  We had some discussions early on that didn’t go well.  Since then, he tenses up whenever I mention that I find another guy hot.”

“Maybe you should tell him when you find a girl hot.”

Jen chuckled.  “Maybe I should,” she acknowledged.

“I saw Will looking at Jennifer last night,” Dave continued.  “He does find other women attractive.  And most men fantasize about being with two women at the same time.  Especially if they’re also into each other.”  Jen blushed a little again.

“Maybe you should invite another woman into your bed.  How could Will object to you fulfilling a fantasy of his?”

“Hmmm.  I’ll have to think about it,” Jen replied.  

They drifted back into a comfortable shared silence.  The day had continued to brighten with few clouds in sight.  A squirrel scampered across some nearby boughs.  The crunch of gravel identified a car pulling into an unseen parking lot.  A breeze lightly shook the nearby trees.

The balcony door opened behind them and Will came out.  He didn’t look quite alert and was just wearing sweatpants.  He kissed Jen on the cheek and then nuzzled her neck.

“You distracting Dave again?  Making his morning hard?” Will was smiling at his own joke but Dave tensed.  Jen just smiled and pulled Will in for a kiss on the lips.

“We’re just enjoying the morning,” she said, parting from the kiss, still smiling at Will.  “But now that you’re up, how about we take a shower?”  Will helped pull her to her feet and they headed back inside holding hands.  They nodded at Dave. and he gave them a little wave as an okay gesture and then turned back to watch the birds.  The sound of water through pipes soon joined the ambience.

The door behind him opened again.  Jennifer slid her hands past his shoulders and down his chest a little, then squeezed.  He took her hands in his and returned the squeeze, then turned and pulled her into his lap.  She kissed him affectionately, and then cuddled in, her head on his shoulder.  Dave caressed her hair as they just sat, enjoying.  

Eventually the sound of running water stopped.  They headed inside to take their own turn at the shower.

Day Two, Afternoon

Brunch had been fantastic.  They’d gone to Café Pasqual’s and wandered the nearby shops while they waited for a table.  Dave had enjoyed the Chili Shop, whereas Jen got a kick out of Yippee Yi Yo.  The food was worth the wait, though, as they squeezed into the tight tables and dove into a feast of Southwestern breakfast fare.  The only strange part had been when Dave had excused himself to use the restroom.  The toilet was right up against the Café’s outer wall, leading him to unintentionally eavesdrop on people standing on the sidewalk outside.  It was a little disconcerting to realize they could probably hear him as well, in what he considered a private moment.

After brunch, they wandered the galleries they hadn’t seen the day before.  Jen was constantly darting ahead, pulling Jennifer with her.  The men lagged, engaged in a more leisurely stroll.  Eventually they spotted a bench, and Dave suggested they sit and just wait for the ladies to return rather than guess which doorway they’d ducked into this time.  Will agreed and after a pause, turned to look Dave in the eye.

“Hey, Dave.  I want to apologize about my crack this morning about Jen teasing you.  She told me I was out of line,” Will said.

“We were just having a good conversation.”

“So she said.  She said you’d given her some things to think about.”  Dave shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgement.

“She also said you were surprised by last night,” Will continued.

Dave sighed.  “I wasn’t surprised by Jen’s show.  Well, maybe a little.  I didn’t expect her to touch herself.  What really surprised me was after that.”

“When I was finger fucking Jen under to water,” Will mused.

“And looking at Jennifer.”

“Really??  Why?”

Dave studied his fingernails for a while before replying.

“I don’t really know.  I felt a little jealous but I also felt like I wasn’t as jealous as I was supposed to be.  It felt strange to see how intensely you were watching her.”

“No more intense than some of the times you’ve looked at Jen.”

“I know.  Which is part of why it felt strange.”

A silence settled for a few moments.  Before the churning in Dave’s gut could really start, Will spoke again, in a measured tone.

“Dave, I love Jen.  I love to see her happy and having fun.  I love seeing her turned on too.  And she’s a very beautiful woman.”  Dave nodded in agreement.

“So I enjoy the fact that she has fun flashing and teasing other guys,” Will continued.  “Sometimes I watch her, thinking how radiant and beautiful and sexy she looks.  Sometimes I watch the guy thinking ‘yeah, you think she’s hot too.’  I don’t mind if he gets turned on.  Because ultimately, she comes home with me.  The hottest sexiest woman around comes home with me.”

“Careful with those superlatives!  Hazel eyes are much sexier than green!” Dave shot back, teasing.  Will laughed.

“For you, perhaps, but I’ll take Jen’s green eyes any day.”

“My point is,” Will continued, “Jennifer goes home with you.  It doesn’t matter how much I look because it’s your bed she’s going to be in at the end of the night.”  Dave furrowed his brow, but began nodding.

“I guess I’m still a little sensitive because of Claire’s infidelity,” Dave said.  That led to an exasperated sigh from Will.  He muttered something about “overanalyzing again” under his breath before looking squarely at Dave.  

“Dave, has Jennifer ever told you about her divorce?”

“Not really.  She said it was because of poor communication.”

“That’s an understatement!”  Will snorted.  Then he got more serious.

“Jennifer’s not the jealous type.  Her ex said he wasn’t either.  Their ‘miscommunication’ was that she thought it was okay for her to play sexually with someone else.  He blew up when she told him about it.

“Claire may have cheated on you.  But you need to decide how she really hurt you.  Was it because she was fucking some other guy, or because she hid it from you?”

Dave sat, feeling the tenseness in his body as he pondered the question.

“Both I think,” he finally said.  “The fact that she lied to me hurts a *lot*.  But the thought of her face while she’s having an orgasm—and it’s some other guy causing it—that makes me sick too.”

Will was nodding, understanding in his eyes.

“That’s why Jen is all look, no touch with other men,” he said softly.

“You need to decide where the line is with Jennifer, Dave.  And you need to be clear with her about it.  Don’t do what her ex did and blow up after the fact.”

Dave let that soak in.  He was still pondering it when Jen and Jennifer returned.  Fortunately, no one minded his silence as they continued wandering, poking their heads into shops and galleries and generally enjoying the day.  Jennifer held his hand most of the time, just smiling without words and accepting his silent grins in return.  The sun felt great when they left the shade.  Dave soaked the warmth of the day in.  Slowly the thoughts gelled into a clear course of direction.  He waited until Jen and Dave had drifted into the Santa Fe School of Cooking’s shop to pull Jennifer aside.  He took both of her hands in his.

“I love you,” he began.  Jennifer gave him an aw shucks smile and tilted her head.

“I want to watch you flash somebody,” Dave said.  Jennifer’s eyes widened, but he rushed on before she could speak.

“Yesterday I was uncomfortable with the trick you and Jen pulled in part because I was surprised.  So I don’t know if I’d be uncomfortable or not if I’d had an idea of what was coming.  I mean, I know it’s one of those things where society says you’re supposed to get jealous.  But Will doesn’t.  You don’t.  Jen doesn’t.  So would I get jealous?  I don’t know.”

He took a deep breath.

“And I can only think of one way to find out.”  There, he’d said it.

Jennifer’s look of surprise turned to an indulgent smile.  She squeezed his hands and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Dave, I love you,” she said, still holding him tightly.  “If you don’t want me to tease anyone else, I won’t.”

“I know,” he said.  “But I love you too.  And I think it would make you happier to be able to tease other guys.  So I need to find out if I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?”

Dave took another deep breath.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, Love.  We’ll try it.  But if you feel jealous at all, tell me and we’ll stop.”

Dave nodded.  Jennifer pulled him forward and gave him another kiss.

“I love you, David.”

“I love you too.”

They started walking again, silent, just holding hands.  They paused at some stairs, not wanting to get too far away from the other couple.

“When?”  Jennifer asked.

“Whenever you’d like,” Dave replied.  Jennifer paused for a moment, lost in thought.

“How about before we get massages?  What I’m wearing now won’t work well,” she mused.  Dave had to agree that jeans and a T-shirt were not optimum exhibitionistic clothes.  “Then we’ll be in the kimonos, sitting in the waiting area.  It ought to be fairly easy to ‘accidentally’ give some guy a view.”

“That would work,” Dave agreed.  Jennifer smiled and kissed him again.  Will and Jen ambled out of the shop about then and the foursome resumed their exploration.

For the next few hours, time passed in jerks and fits—some minutes flew by and others dragged—as Dave awaited their massage time.  Excited anticipation alternated with dread and he gave up checking his watch because all the dial told him was how unreliable his inner clock had become.  

They arrived in the waiting area about 15 minutes early, all four having changed into the kimonos in the cabin.  Jennifer quickly claimed a seat in front of a low coffee table, facing a line of chairs across the room.  Dave settled in beside her as Will and Jen sat further down.

There was an older man seated directly across from Jennifer.  White thick hair, and a bit of a paunch, he was glancing around the room, watching the attendant at the desk some but mostly nothing in particular.  He smiled politely when his eyes met Dave’s.

Jen picked up a magazine off the table and began to read.  She pulled it close, engrossed in it.  Dave glanced over her shoulder.  It was on Northern New Mexico Pottery—a subject he knew held no interest to Jennifer.  Yet she continued to read as if it were the latest best selling thriller and the hero had finally figured out the identity of the villain.  Jennifer finished the page, turned it, and began the next.

Then Jennifer leaned back, bringing the magazine up close, which had the effect of blocking her face from view of most of the room.  She turned another page, then lifted her legs and planted her feet side by side on the edge of the table.

Dave watched the older man out of the corner of his eye.  He had certainly noticed Jennifer’s motion.  He glanced towards her face, which he couldn’t see, and then around the room quickly.  Dave pretended to be engrossed in watching the attendant go over her appointment book.  When he peeked back, the man was openly admiring Jennifer’s legs.

There was a softness in the older man’s face, Dave noticed.  Relaxed jaw and cheeks, with the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.  No hint of a leer at all.  The man’s breathing was light, his eyes wide as they slowly scanned from bottom to top.

Jennifer turned a page, and in doing so, shifted one foot to the side, now a few inches from the other.  Her kimono gaped a little wider up her thighs.  The older man’s eyebrows shot up and he quickly glanced around.  Once again, Dave pretended to be engrossed in observing the attendant.

When Dave looked back, there was a little more anxiousness in the man’s face.  His eyes were still wide, but he was shifting around in his seat in tiny moves.  Like he was trying to be subtle.  That was exactly it.  He was trying to get a better view up Jennifer’s kimono without being obvious about it.

Dave looked over at Jennifer.  She smiled at him from behind the raised magazine.  Her breathing was faster and shallower than normal.  Not much, but perceptible.

Dave realized his was too.  Yes, his heart rate was up as well.  Wow.  He’d never expected that he’d be enjoying this.  He winked at Jennifer.

Jennifer winked back and then flipped another page.  In doing so, she again shifted her foot, this time to shoulder width.  Her kimono parted to the tops of her thighs.

The older man looked surprised once again, and then nearly gleeful.  Dave realized that the older man must be able to see Jennifer’s pussy, though no one else in the area had the right angle to do so.  The man’s face once again softened, his eyes nearly glazed.  The smile spread beyond the corners to engulf his entire mouth.  The man began to breathe more deeply.  He was enrapt.

Amazing how one simple view could provide so much pleasure.

“Ms. Beringer?  Mr. Mackey?”  Dave was startled.  Why did they want he and Jen?  Jennifer dropped her feet back to the floor and set aside her magazine.  She smiled at Dave as he stood, and mouthed “I love you.”  He mouthed “I love you” in return and then joined Jen at the attendant’s station.  Before he had a chance to ask, the lady next to the attendant motioned for them to follow and so they did—down the stairs and into a narrow hall.  Then they followed the woman into a room that held two massage tables, side by side.

“You’ll be getting your massages here.  My name’s Nona and  I’ll be working on you, Mr. Mackey.  Your masseuse will be here momentarily,” she said, the latter directed to Jen.

“Ummm.  There must be some mix-up,” Dave said.  “I was supposed to get  a massage in the same room with my girlfriend, Jennifer Rogers.  Not Jennifer Beringer.”  Nona looked alarmed.

“Oh!  I’m sorry!”

Jen lightly touched the woman’s arm, reassuring her.

“That’s okay,” she said, then turned to Dave.

“Jennifer will enjoy the hot stone massage I was scheduled for.  We’ll meet them back at the cabin.”  Dave nodded in response.

“Could you convey that to them, please?” Jen asked the attendant.

“Enjoy the massage, you’ll meet them back at the cabin,” the woman repeated back.  Getting Jen’s confirming nod, she hastened out.

After a moment, Jen leaned back against one of the massage tables.  She stretched, cat-like, and then grinned, eyes twinkling.

“So. . . did you enjoy Jennifer’s show?” she purred.

“You noticed?”  Dave was mildly surprised.

“We both did.  Will *loved* it.”  Dave chuckled.

“So did I,” he admitted.

“Good!” Jen exclaimed.  She hopped up so she was sitting on the edge of the massage table, letting her legs swing.  She gently tugged the corners of her kimono to keep herself covered.

“Any jealousy?”  she asked.

“No. . . definitely no.  I kept thinking about how hot Jennifer was.  The guy’s reaction just confirmed that.  It didn’t matter that he was a stranger.”

“What if he had been a friend?”

Dave gave her a questioning look, then paused.  She had a point.

“I think it would depend on the friend,” he started.  “Will—I don’t think that would be a problem, despite my misgivings in the past.  Ted on the other hand . . .” Jen nodded in agreement.  Their mutual acquaintance Ted had been a foul mouthed drunken asshole at the last party they’d seen him at.

“You realize,” Jen drawled, “that Will is about to see Jennifer naked.”  Dave looked at her quizzically.  “Getting on and off the massage table,” she answered.

“Didn’t he see her last night?” Dave asked.

“Not well.  It was pretty dark, remember, and she stayed below the water for the most part.”  Dave replayed the evening back through his memory.  Yes, Jen was right—there never would have been an opportunity for Will to get a good look at Jennifer nude.  He chuckled.

Just then Nona returned, accompanied by another massage therapist.  Nona ushered him to the side of the second table and then held a sheet up taut, cutting off his view of both her and the rest of the room.

“Please remove your robe and hang it on the hook,” she said from behind the sheet.  Dave easily spotted the hook.  “And then lie on the table.  I’ll keep this sheet up until you’re ready.”

Dave almost laughed out loud.  How frustrating for Jen!  He assumed the same “modesty” steps were being taken for her, when she’d been planning to show off!  Nonetheless, he got on the table, and after being properly draped, relaxed and began to enjoy the massage.

Afterwards, he and Jen walked back to the cabin in silence.  They didn’t wait very long before Jennifer and Will showed up.  Jennifer immediately embraced Dave and give him a kiss, smiling.  

“So, how was your massage?” Jen asked Will.

Will rolled his eyes.  “The massage was fine.  Getting it done with Jennifer was a bit of a problem.  I kept hoping she’d continue her show from the lobby but no, she had to become demure all of the sudden.”

Jennifer smiled and shrugged.  “What can I say?  Dave didn’t give the okay.”  Will shot a look at her, and then broke into a smile.

“Well let me tell you, it didn’t make the massage easy.  I’m lying there, thinking of the show I *didn’t* see, while another woman runs her hands all over my body.  It was downright hard.”

There was a round of groans at the pun.  Jennifer shot Will a wink.

“Maybe next time, Big Boy,”  Again, laughter all around.

As the merriment settled, Dave noted the clock.  It was nearly time for dinner.  With a few remaining jokes, the foursome dispersed to the chores of dressing and preparing for the eve.  Dave realized it had been one heck of a day.  And the day wasn’t even done.

Day Two, Evening

Dinner was once again excellent—this time Will had gotten them reservations at Geronimo’s.  As he finished his last bite of dessert, Dave quietly forgave Will for the Taco Bell stop the day before.  Will had been right—they were eating well.  This was becoming a truly decadent vacation.

After dinner, they once again returned to their cabin to prepare for another evening of hot tubbing.  This time they’d booked the Imperial Tub, which was nominally indoors, though the two open walls let the breeze and night in enough to feel almost outside.  The major difference from the night before was their ability to raise or lower the lights as desired.  Dave noted how Will left them at a moderate level as the women entered the tub.  He smiled and shed his own kimono, easing into the water and then nestling in next to Jennifer.

They talked of the meal and joked about the spiciness.  Jennifer talked about her plans for the rest of the semester and that spilled into summer plans.  Dave had a big client meeting coming up in August, but that might be enough after the Fourth of July to let them all get away again.  The banter and laughter flowed free.

After a while Will got out of the tub to explore a little.  He poked his head in the attached sauna and the cooling berth, remarking that it looked like a “nookie nook” to him.  He seemed determinedly nonchalant about the others watching him as his strolled around nude, but Dave could see the playful look in the women’s eyes.  He and Will weren’t the only voyeurs in the room, it seemed.

Jennifer leaned over and whispered in Dave’s ear.

“I’d like to do what Jen did last night.”

“Which would be. . . ?” he whispered back.

“Sit on the edge of the tub and show everything.  Will was joking after the massages that he still hadn’t gotten to see all of my charms despite two close calls.  I’d like to show him.”

Dave’s gut tensed.  Was he really ready for that?  Yet Will’s girlfriend had put on the exact same show for him the previous night.  It would be fair.

But did he want fair?

Or was fair even the issue?  He looked at Jennifer.  She was smiling, the nervousness a tad behind her eyes.  He smiled back and she brightened.

That was the issue.  What would make her happy?  This would, he realized.  She wanted to show off and she wanted it to be okay with him.  He nodded his head yes.  She brightened even more and then leaned in and gave him a long hot kiss.

Will had climbed back into the tub, he and Jen sitting against the opposite side.

“So Will,” Jennifer called out.  “Were you really ‘hard’ during your massage?”

Will blushed.  “Yeah.  For a while.”  Jen silently laughed at the interchange.

“So,” Jennifer teased, “If the *thought* of seeing me naked got you hard, what would the real thing do?”

Will sensed the game and grinned, then put on an expression of mock innocence.  “Well, my dear Jennifer, I’m not really sure.”

“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out!” Jennifer teased again.  She hoisted herself up on the edge of the tub.  Dave slid partway around the tub, equidistant between Jennifer and Will.  She flashed him a quick smile and then focused on Will.

“So,” she started, shifting her knees slightly apart.  

“You want to see,” she continued, spreading her legs a little further.

“Everything.”  Her thighs were now wide.  Dave could see her lower lips were already engorged, very visible against her darker red hair.

“Don’t you?” She asked, looking straight at Will.  Jennifer took one hand and placed it between her breasts, then slowly ran it south, across her stomach and atop her mound.  She paused, then slid two fingers further, between her lips.  She made small circles, then stopped.  Agonizingly slowly, she slid one finger even further south, and then inside.  Bringing it out, she raised the wettened digit to her mouth, then slowly sucked her fingertip, making sure to obviously lick all the juices off.

Will’s eyes were locked on Jennifer and his breathing was shallow.  Dave’s was too, now that he noticed it.

Jen snorted.

“That the best you can do, girl?” Jen playfully mocked.  “I could do that in my sleep!  Let me show you how it’s done!”

With that, Jen hoisted herself onto the edge of the tub, directly across from Jennifer.  Will slid around the tub to the open compass point, placing him opposite Dave. Thus positioned, they easily could watch both the women.

Jen had already spread her legs wide, leaning back on one arm and resting the other hand between her thighs.  She began to slowly trace her fingertips in from mid thigh, running lazy circles as if in no particular hurry.

Across from her, Jennifer sat up and quickly glanced at both the men.  Then she placed both hands on her stomach, slowly sliding them up, cupping her breasts.  She began gently fondling herself as she shot a daring leer at Jen.

Jen raised her eyebrows as if accepting the challenge, and let her fingers reach their final destination.  She extended her index finger and gently traced the outside, and then the inside of her lower lips.

Jennifer silently laughed at the sight, and lowered one hand, the other still caressing her own breasts.  She slid her hand to the top of her mons and began to lightly stroke her clit.

Jen tossed her head, causing her hair to fly back.  She slid two fingers up between her labia, then paused them, apparently pressing her clit between them.  Her breathing grew deeper and more labored as she began small stroking movements.

Her breathing was not the only one labored.  Jennifer was also starting to gasp slightly, as she continued to stroke herself.  Dave was starting to feel the hot tub steam as he sucked in deep breaths.  He realized he’d begun touching his cock under the water.  This ‘contest’ was too much to resist!

Apparently Will thought the same way.  Will groaned and then hopped up on his side of the tub, cock fully erect.  Both women looked over, openly admiring the sight, but not breaking from their own self-pleasure.  Will began to stroke his cock.

When in Rome. . . Dave sighed and pulled himself up out of the water.  Jen’s face was full of lust as she blatantly stared at his erection before meeting his eyes.  He glanced at Jennifer.  She too was smiling lustily at him, still enjoying her own ministrations.

Both Jen and Jennifer’s hands were flying at rapid speeds.  Almost a blur, Dave gave up trying to watch what their fingers were doing.  He focused on Jen’s face first.  Her eyes were half lidded and she was beginning to quietly moan.  Her breasts rose high with her breath, her nipples quite hard.  She seemed intent on her actions.

Jennifer has abandoned playing with her breasts and had both hands between her legs.  She seemed to be stroking her clit with one hand while the other slid fingers inside.  She was hunched forward to keep her balance, her hair obscuring Dave’s view of her face.  She was panting as she played, occasionally peeking out at the others.

Jen let out a small shriek, drawing Dave’s attention back to her.  She was biting her lip now, trembling lightly.  Her hand continued to move, now alternating fast flicks with sustained pressure.  Jen’s attempts to be quiet were failing.  She began small moans and gasps that increased in volume.

Jennifer captured Dave’s attention with a deep moan.  Her body bucked forward as orgasmic convulsions ran through her.  She looked up at Dave, flushed and grinning.

That was apparently enough for Will.  Dave turned at Will’s gasp to see semen on his friend’s stomach.  Jen’s shriek then immediately pulled his attention away.

Jen was definitely enjoying her orgasm.  Or orgasms?  Her back was arched, her head back, her fingers still playing below.  She was shuddering and crying out, but just as one wave seemed to fade, her fingers would dance and another began.  At last she gave a loud cry and then stopped.  She let the tremors die down and smiled at the others.

Dave became very aware he was still holding his own erection.  Jen looked over, blatantly stared at his hard cock, and licked her lips.  Startled, he looked at Jennifer for her reaction.  She was smiling.

“Cum for us, Dave,” she murmured, eyes aglow.

Dave closed his eyes and began to mentally replay the scenes he’d just witnessed.  Stroking his shaft, it didn’t take long.  In mere moments his own orgasm flooded through.  He opened his eyes and met smiles all around.

The just sat a while, catching their breath, still grinning at each other.  Will laughed and let out a loud “Whew!” which drew a round of chuckles.  Jen sat up on her elbows, still very flushed.

“I think it’s time we headed back to the cabin,” she drawled.  With nods of agreement, the foursome gathered their stuff and began preparing to leave.

They’d barely gotten into the bedroom back at the cabin before Jennifer was kissing Dave ferociously.  Happily returning the passion, they somehow managed to make it to the bed without disengaging.  Dave slid his hand up her thigh and found Jennifer was hot and slick, nearly dripping.  Just about the same time, her hand wrapped around his fully erect cock.  She moaned and rolled onto her back.  Dave slid on top, and then slid inside.

They started thrusting against each other—a moderate speed, promising a long fuck.  Jennifer pulled his head down, quickly finding his mouth with her own.  Dave let go and lost himself in the sensation.

An unknown time later, Jen’s shriek tore through the wall.  Dave and Jennifer started giggling.

“It’s almost like they’re in the same room!” he chuckled.

“They might as well be!” Jennifer replied, then pulled him forward for a hungry kiss.

“Can you imagine what her face looks like right now?” Dave mused.  Jennifer grinned at him slyly, then tightened her vaginal muscles, sending a jolt of electricity up his cock and spine.  She pulled his head down and began hungrily kissing him.  Dave took a breath and started thrusting again.

Again, Dave lost himself in the sensation—kissing, caressing, sliding in and out.  After some time, Jennifer shifted her hips and nodded at him.  He speeded up and felt his second orgasm of the night arrive.  Gasping, Dave collapsed on top of Jennifer, careful not to place his full weight on her.

“I love you,” she whispered in his ear.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

“Do you want to cum?” Dave asked, after a pause.

“Later,” Jennifer replied, hugging him to her.  “Right now, I just want to feel you inside of me.”

Dave responded by lightly kissing her, holding her close, staying inside.

Eventually, he completely softened.  Dave slid out and collapsed wearily to one side.  Jennifer kissed him and then slid out of bed, headed for the bathroom.  Dave was nearly asleep when she returned.  She cuddled in and they drifted off to dreams.

Day Three, Early Morning

Noise.

Dave stirred.  The grogginess was fading a bit too fast.  He cracked his eyelids.  It was still dark.

A shriek—pleasure, not distress.  Dave smiled—it was Jen again.  Just how insatiable was she?

A hand caressed his chest.  He rolled to look at Jennifer.  She smiled at him and then kissed him.  The quick kiss turned into a longer one with heat.  Dave started to mold his body into hers, caressing her shoulders and hip, when Jennifer pulled back.

“Let’s invite them in,” she suggested.

Dave’s look of surprise must have showed for she continued.  “We’ve eavesdropped on them enough times.  Let’s let them use half the bed.”  She waited for his reaction.

Which was ‘why not?’  

After last night, it wasn’t like anyone had anything to hide.  These were his closest friends.  Besides—watching Jen cum had been hot.  Much hotter than just listening through the walls.  His cock began to stir at those memories.  Dave took a breath, closed his eyes and checked inside.  Any tension?  Any hint of jealousy?

No.  None.

Well, a little.

He opened his eyes and smiled at Jennifer.  “As long as there’s no touching.”  With a slight nod of her head, her grin grew wide.  She pushed her lips to his, kissing hard.  

Then Jennifer threw the blankets off and bounded toward the door.  Dave couldn’t make out the murmurs of conversation but Jennifer returned a few moments later still smiling.  She motioned for him to scooch to one side of the bed and then Jen and Will entered, both nude and holding hands.

“I think you need to finish what you were doing before I interrupted you,” Jennifer teased Jen.  Jen blushed a little but responded by playfully pushing Will onto the other side of the bed.  She knelt between his legs and began to stroke his erection.  Jen looked questioningly back at Jennifer.

Jennifer responded by kneeling between Dave’s legs and beginning to stroke his cock.  Before long, he was as hard as Will.  At some unspoken signal, the two women slowly lowered their heads in near synchronization and slid their men’s cocks into their mouths.

Dave gasped.  Jennifer’s hair cascaded over and onto his abdomen, preventing him from watching her lick and suck.  The sensations were still incredible.  He glanced over at Jen.  She was using one hand to hold her hair back so the view was unobstructed.  Her lips remained tight around Will’s cock as she bobbed her head up and down--sometimes several times rapidly in a row, sometimes very slowly.  Jen then pulled off and began licking the head like the proverbial ice cream cone.  Her eyes twinkled when they made contact with Dave’s.

Meanwhile Jennifer had swept her hair back as well and was slowly running her tongue up the underside of Dave’s shaft.  She wrapped her fingers around him, gently squeezing, slowly stroking him as she continued tasting.

Jen had slowed down, so that she was almost nursing Will’s cock, running her tongue around and lightly kissing.  She was watching Jennifer.  After a moment, the women made eye contact.  Then the pleasure really began.

One would suck just the head, the other would mimic her move.  Then a slow winding wet stroke, repeated by the other.  Jennifer would start using her hands again and Jen would follow.  Then Jen would take Will’s cock deep and Jennifer would accept her lead, engulfing Dave in turn.

Dave gasped.  He could get into these types of contests!

Dave’s gasp was followed by a moan from Will.  That broke the women’s game as they glanced up at the men.  Dave felt a tight squeeze at the base of his cock, Jennifer smiling up at him.  She crawled forward and began kissing him.

The kisses were sloppy and wet and hungry.  In the midst of them, Jennifer managed to wriggle until she was straddling him, her pussy sliding against his shaft.  Dave was aware of similar wrigglings from the other pair.  He reached down and held his cock away from his body.  Jennifer pushed back and slid him inside.

Once he was comfortably nestled within her, Jennifer sat back and up into full cowgirl position.  She swept her hair back behind her shoulders and began to slowly raise and lower herself upon him.  A glance to the side revealed Jen in a similar position.  Jennifer followed his gaze and smiled.  She turned back to Dave and mouthed “I love you!”.  He blushed a little in appreciation and mouthed “I love you” in return.  Then for a while they just concentrated on each other.

It didn’t take long to find a slow delicious rhythm—Dave thrusting up to meet Jennifer’s downward motion.  He held her hips and she lightly cupped her own breasts, running her thumb over one nipple.  They just gazed at each other, smiling, enjoying the gentle pleasure of their coupling.

Will murmured something to Jen that Dave didn’t catch and soon the adjacent couple was changing positions.  In doing so, Jen accidentally bumped into Jennifer, who responded by shifting away.  Unfortunately the side shift came just as she was raising up and so Dave’s cock slipped out.  Mildly surprised, Jennifer shrugged and got all the way off of him.

“Get up,” she murmured, her skin glowing in the dim light of the nightstand lamp.

Dave climbed out of bed.  He moved to the foot where Will was already standing.  The women lay on their backs, legs spread.  Jen reached down and spread her lips with her fingers, her clit peeking out.

“Well, boys,” she said, her Mae West drawl back in place. “I think it’s time”.

“Fuck us *hard*.”

Dave almost laughed at the command, but dutifully moved between Jennifer’s thighs.  Moments later he was once again deep inside.

This time there was little gentleness.  Dave started slow, but accelerated his thrusts as soon as he was able.  He leaned forward and started kissing Jennifer, but then backed off for better leverage.  She shoved her hips back against him.  He banged back.  Her eyes were fierce, daring him.  He pushed in even harder.  Deeper.  As much as he could.  Then almost all the way out again and back in.  Fast.  Faster.  Again!

Dave glanced down.  Jen and Jennifer were holding hands as their men pounded into them.  He looked back at Jennifer’s face.

“Cum!” she ordered, “Cum for me!”

He let himself go.  The fire ripped through his cock and then shot into the nerves of his thighs and abdomen.  He started convulsing as his legs stopped working but his brain kept telling his body to continue.  Then the heat raced up his spine and with a series of gasps, he saw white and collapsed.  The after-tremors made it difficult to support his weight or engage in higher brain functions.

As the pleasure shocks faded and afterglow set in, he became aware first of Jennifer lightly kissing him, smiling in her happiness.  Then he became aware of Jen and Will.  From their breathing, they were both close to their own ends.  Jen was starting to cry out, beyond moans but not yet to wails.  Dave slowly pulled his now very sensitive cock out of Jennifer and lowered himself to the bed to the outside of her.  She rolled on her side, facing the other couple, and slid her hands down between her legs.  Dave started lightly spooning her, after stuffing a pillow under his head so he could watch the other couple over Jennifer’s shoulder.

Jen and Will were fucking furiously.  She was gasping and moaning and clawing at his back while he thrust hard and fast.  Jen had hooked her ankles behind Will’s legs, obscuring any view of their connection, so Dave watched her face.  Her eyes were mostly shut as she gasped for breath, occasionally crying out “Oh Will!”.  Will paused, shifted his angle of penetration, and Jen gasped in pleasure.  Apparently Will had increased her clitoral stimulation.  Whatever it was, it seemed to work as her groans crescendoed when Will began thrusting again.

Then with a shriek, Jen climaxed.  She scraped her nails down Will’s back as the shudders shook her body.  Apparently she was doing more to Will too, for as she began to collapse into her flushed finish, he began his own moans.  Will jerked twice, almost from head to toe, then slumped forward.

Meanwhile Jennifer had not been idle.  Dave could feel her arms moving as she furiously stroked herself.  He started kissing the back of her neck.  She let out a low moan.  Jennifer began to twitch, her legs and hips pushing back into him as her orgasm rolled through her.  He slid an arm around her, cupping her breast.  He could almost feel the heat of her flush.  He kissed the back of her neck again and she responded by pulling his hand to her lips and kissing it lightly.

Dave just held her, content.

Meanwhile Will had propped himself on his elbow, his head visible just beyond Jen’s as he wrapped an arm around her, letting his hand rest in the valley of her breasts.  Jen was still flushed, grinning ear to ear.

“That was incredible,” Jen said to them.  “Thank you.”

Will nodded his head.  “Yes, thank you.”

Dave smiled back and nodded in acknowledgement while Jennifer reached out, first squeezing Jen’s hand, then Will’s.  All four breathed deeply, still grinning at one another.  Dave finally broke the spell by twisting to reach the night stand behind him.

“Water?” he asked, holding up the glass he’d placed there the night before.  There was a murmur of assents.

Dave took a deep sip as the others shifted to sitting positions.  He passed it to Jennifer who also took a long drink.  Then Jennifer handed it to Jen, who grinned before taking several large swallows.  Will drained the glass and then passed it back to Dave.  He returned it to its resting place.

“Stay,” Jennifer asked Jen and Will.  They shared a look with each other and then nodded their agreement.  With some shifts and adjustments of limbs and covers, they soon had all four lying down, cuddled in as two couples, facing each other.  Dave sensed that Jen and Jennifer were holding hands again, but with the bedside lamp once again extinguished, he could not see to tell.  He just lay quietly, feeling her warmth.  Feeling her skin, soft against his own.  He lay quietly for some time.

Finally, Jennifer’s breathing shifted—a steadier, deeper pace.  Beyond, Dave could hear similar changes of breath.  His lover and his closest friends were all drifting off to sleep.  Dave could feel the flush of afterglow tugging him towards that same contented state.

As he cuddled in, tightening his ‘spoon’ so to speak, Dave noticed that the room was a little brighter.  The edges of the window shades had taken on a golden hue, just a bit more than they had before.  The sun was coming up.  Dawn once again.

Somehow, it all felt right.
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