The Friendly Motel

 

 

 

“Oh, John, this is a younger crowd than we’re used to having,” Penny said to me as we surveyed the groups checking into our motel.  When we bought the place it was already known as “The Friendly” for some unfathomable reason.  We liked the sign and decided not to change the name.

 

What was once a sleepy beach town on Florida’s panhandle had almost overnight become a spring break mecca as the old standbys like Panama City and Fort Walton Beach seemed to lose some of their allure.  We usually catered to older folks, mostly retirees thinking of this area of Florida as a place to retire to.  We still had a few oldsters checked in but the season’s first big wave of occupants looked to be college age.

 

I hoped we were ready, as I answered my wife with, “The pool isn’t going to be the same.”

 

Unlike other motels in the immediate area ours surrounded the pool, making it more private, and out of view of all but a few of the guest rooms. I envisioned wild parties and topless girls, and I must admit the image excited me.  Of course until I thought of the mess they’d all make—and that we’d have to clean it up.

 

Penny and I were both 39—really!  My wife has fine features, and with her girlish shape she’s often mistaken for a much younger woman.  Once every blue moon she wears her bikini and I’ll tell you that I’m proud to be seen with her.  Let’s understand that I’m no ‘old man’ either.  I work out enough that although I’m a few pounds heavier than when I swam in college I still have the flat stomach.

 

When I saw the coolers with the check-ins I knew I’d have to spend more time teaching them our booze rules than I did with the usual clientele.  I posted extra signs around the pool on the rules for use, hoping I didn’t have to be a hard-ass about it.  I’m not against having fun, mind you but I do have to worry about liability, and my insurance premiums are too high already.

 

Late in the afternoon several of our new arrivals were in and around the pool.  We were blessed with perfect weather—sunny without the usual humidity.  I casually strode by and greeted them, though it was difficult to remain casual with all the skimpy bikinis to look at.  And they knew I was looking.

 

“Hi Mr. Clarkman,” one dark-haired, buxom beauty said in greeting.  “How come you’re not in a bathing suit?”

 

“Please call me John, Melody. It is Melody, right?”  I prided myself in being able to remember first names to make the interactions with guests seem more personal.  She blushed and nodded to acknowledge I got the name right.  Score one for the old man.  “I’m not in my suit because I unfortunately am the worker around here although I’d much rather spend time here at the pool with great looking gals like you.”

 

Melody and her blond friend (Grace?) were obviously on the hunt, and that was confirmed by what she said next.   “Will more guys be checking in?”

 

“I seem to remember a few groups of boys had reservations, so I’m sure you’ll have several chasing you around the pool.”

 

She blushed again and sort of puffed out her chest, although her big D’s barely contained by her bikini’s bra didn’t need the emphasis.   “Do you think boys will like these?  Do you?”

 

“How could a man not like them, Melody,” I said, “But if my wife saw me looking she’d cut my balls off.”

 

Both girls laughed, and I left them thinking about the boys they’d meet and probably hook up with—and hopefully not about my balls being severed.

 

I walked from the pool back to the office just as Penny was checking in a couple of young men.  These two were probably the epitome of what Melody and Grace were looking for.  Tall, lean and handsome, with the scruffy unshaven look that seemed popular nowadays, they were unabashedly flirting with me wife and she looked like she was absorbing it all and giving back some.

 

When she saw me, Penny blushed and quickly introduced our new guests as Hunter and Drew.  I thought the blush was cute.

 

“I hate to be the welcoming Gestapo, but did Penny tell you about our booze and pool rules?”

 

“Yes Sir, she did.  We’re both twenty-one but we’ll keep it cool,” said the taller of the two, Hunter.

 

I said, “No need for the ‘Sir’ stuff around here.  I’m John, and you’ve obviously met my lovely wife Penny.”

 

Damned if she didn’t blush again!  That she thought these guys were hot didn’t bother me in the least.  Penny had a great libido, and I knew that when she got a fantasy planted in her head she’d take it out on me, and that was an incredible thing.

 

When they went to their room I kissed Penny on the cheek at the same time I grabbed her ass.  “After I talked to the girls that are already checked in, you’ll have lots of competition for those two,” I whispered.

 

“Oh stop it, silly.  They’re just boys,” she said.

 

“I saw how you were.  ‘Just boys’ my ass.”

 

“What’s your ass got to do with anything?  Though come to think of it they both had great ones.”

 

“You’ll be fantasizing a lot this week.  I can see it coming.”

 

We laughed together and then got back to serious stuff like logistics and checking more people in.  The check-ins were all college age and hot.  If I was looking at the girls then I knew Penny was looking at the boys.  This would be an interesting week.

 

The next time I saw Melody I told her that the male-to-female ratio of check-ins appeared to be 50/50, and that brightened her day.  I walked around the perimeter of the pool, picking up after the guests and checking out the girls who were catching the late day sun.  The thong bikinis many wore were guaranteed erection quality and I had to work hard not to have mine be too obvious.  If they looked at my stilted walking pace they’d probably figure I hurt my leg—at least that’s what I’d hoped.

 

Penny and I had our own owner’s apartment next to the office.  Unlike some of the rooms, our place had a great view of the pool.  Before bed that night, Penny was looking out at the pool to be certain there was no late-evening carousing going on.  We had an 11:00pm curfew for the pool itself but never felt the need to police it until now.

 

“I suppose this crowd isn’t the early-to-bed crowd,” Penny said as she watched two couples on the pool’s fringe kissing and fondling, “Unless the early-to-bed was for something other than sleeping.”

 

I moved next to her and gazed at the amorous couples.  “You’re right, we can’t be babysitters or the morality police, so unless the clothes come off and they start fucking in the pool then I suppose we look the other way.”

 

Penny’s voice took on a lower timbre when she realized that one of the boys out there was Hunter, the boy she’d flirted with at check-in.  “We might be forced to look away pretty soon,” she said as we watched Hunter and the girl he was necking with grope each other inside the other’s shorts.

 

“On second thought, unless they make too much noise what would we do?”

 

“Watch…like all the rooms with a view of the pool will be doing too,” Penny said with a chuckle, though it sounded forced, and she sure was watching.

 

Thankfully (or maybe not) both couples took their lovemaking back to rooms.  By the time we were undressed and in bed it was obvious to me that Penny was hot.  While she sucked my cock to its full stiffness I whispered to her, “This Hunter dude’s got you turned on, doesn’t he?”  My fingertips were lazily stroking around and between her labia as I said it, and at that moment they received a small spurt of pussy juice and my wife’s lips went into a higher gear, my cock getting some deep throat action.  “Omigod,” I croaked, “You really were turned on by that guy!”

 

She hummed “Em-emmmm” as a yes at the moment her vulva quaked around my fingers and my cock unloaded in her mouth.

 

I should have been jealous but I wasn’t.  “Were you fantasizing that it was his cock you were sucking?”

 

She denied it but after a probed a bit more she came clean.  “The way he looked at me when he checked in did something to me.  I admit it.  You’re not mad at me are you?”

 

I said, “I’m not angry with you at all.  He is a good looking young man, so it’s kinda natural for you to be aroused by the idea of him.  I confess that some of the girls in their bikinis do something to me.”

 

She smiled and laid the land mine: “Is it the ones with big tits that turn you on, or is it their asses?”  Since her breasts weren’t huge and she thought her cute, tight little ass wasn’t ‘booty’ enough, this was a question I had to answer very carefully.

 

“It’s their smile, unless they’re wearing a thong,” I said.

 

She laughed.  “They better not give you this smile,” she said as she spread her legs wide for me.

 

“That smile is my favorite,” I joked as I moved my head toward her glistening wet pussy and dipped my tongue into the sweet nectar that was all hers.

 

I found it difficult to concentrate on the cunnilingus since my mind kept replaying images of Penny and Hunter flirting—and going further.  Again, what should have made me jealous instead was a turn-on.  In spite of my concern about concentration she climaxed rather quickly for her, and that got me wondering anew about the strength of her fantasies.  A strange, alien plan began to form in my head, and it scared me as much as it aroused me.

 

Up until that moment as a motel owner, I never thought of being a voyeur—a Peeping Tom so to speak—until faced with the younger clientele we now had.  Long ago I’d discovered an opening around a pipe that made a perfect spy-hole into our sauna.  After that discovery I’d never used it, or felt the desire to do so.

 

Until now.

 

The following day I mentioned to Penny that she looked like she could use a break.  Like I suggested, I manned the quiet desk as she put on her bikini and joined the guests at the pool.  Her quick agreement meant that she knew Hunter and his friend were out there, as I did in making the suggestion.

 

As I said, the desk was quiet so I had plenty of opportunity to spy on my wife.  She was coy enough not to make a beeline right to Hunter.  Instead, she walked around the pool chatting up all the guests.  Hunter had his eyes on her the whole circuit and that both thrilled and unnerved me.  It wasn’t simply the bikini, I realized.  From afar Penny looked animated, so to me that meant she was aroused, her senses heightened.  She approached the group that, besides Hunter and Drew now included another guy, Daryl as well as a trio of girls, Elena, Kelli and an extremely buxom Beth-Ann.

 

Hunter wasn’t the only one in the group who beckoned her to join them but she chose to sit beside him and that was a telling sign.  I watched them chat for a while, noticing an occasional touch of a shoulder here, an elbow there.  Nothing was overly sexual except I knew the context.  Maybe it was time I went out there and stirred the pot.

 

As I walked up to them, and before they saw me, I overheard a few flirting words Hunter directed at my wife.  When Penny noticed me approaching she blushed, smiled and said “Hi, honey.”

 

Hunter coolly said, “Hi there, Mr. C.  You have a nice place here.”

 

Does he think my wife is one of the amenities?  “Penny and I work hard to keep it that way, thank you.  It keeps us young.”

 

“You guys don’t look old at all,” he said before a tell-tale glance at Penny, who blushed again.

 

“Sweetheart, why don’t you show our guests the sauna?  This seems to be a great time to use it before it gets hotter out here.”

 

Penny gave me a puzzled look as if I was only kidding, but when she saw that I wasn’t she smiled and turned to the group, telling them of our rule limiting the occupancy of the sauna to four at one time.

 

Drew must have connected with Beth-Ann before now.  He took the girl’s hand, helped her to her feet and said, “The sauna sounds cool.  Let’s go.”

 

Beth-Ann giggled and said, “Saunas aren’t cool, silly.”

 

Drew rolled his eyes but smartly didn’t say anything.

 

Hunter said to Penny, “You’re the host, so the three of us will follow you.”

 

Elena particularly didn’t look happy being left out of the party by Hunter, whom she must have had her eyes on.

 

As the four of them walked to the sauna, I retreated to the services crawlspace so I could see what transpired.  By the time I got into position by the pipe peep-hole, Penny had fired up the gas heater and poured water on the rocks.  Drew was wasting no time with Beth-Ann.  He already had her bikini bra half off and fondling one of her generous breasts while she giggled.

 

Hunter asked Penny “Is it okay if I get out of these swim shorts? Under a towel of course.”

 

“Sure,” she said, blushing again.  She actually squeezed her thighs together, maybe to quell the itch that must have been growing down there.

 

Hunter draped a towel over his midsection as he slipped his trunks off underneath.  Penny looked like her mind was dueling whether or not to look and hope for a slip and a glimpse of his manhood.  Maybe she was wondering like I was if he was as shaven of pubic hair as the rest of him.  I knew Penny liked me hairless and bugged me all the time to shave or get a wax job.

 

“You guys should probably go to a room,” Hunter said to Drew and Beth-Ann.  “The boss lady’s here and I bet there’s a rule about sex in the sauna.”  He turned to Penny for confirmation but she was busy staring at the other couple, who were obviously going to fuck.

 

Penny said just above a whisper, “I don’t remember that rule, but I suggest a condom and cleaning up afterward.”  Her voice was breathy so she was definitely aroused.

 

As if Hunter saw a green light he mentioned to Penny that since he took his shorts off, she at least could remove her top.  I guessed that my wife saw no reason not to comply since she immediately untied her bra and tossed it aside.  Hunter’s eyes grew wide as he stared at Penny’s high, pointy breasts and their amazingly stiff and puckered nipples.  I began to grow somewhere too.  And I wasn’t the only one.  Hunter’s towel tented nicely, and the impression of size boded well for my wife’s pending pleasure.

 

My attention went back to Drew and Beth-Ann.  By this time the girl was sucking on Drew’s cock like a pro.  For her own sake she knew when to stop and roll a condom on, one that came out of Hunter’s knapsack he’d brought into the sauna with him.  My heart fluttered a bit thinking that the guy was obviously more of a player than I thought, and maybe had the upcoming scenario all planned out.  I didn’t want to stop it now anyway.  Drew entered Beth-Ann and she gasped, though she certainly wasn’t a virgin.

 

Hunter leaned closer to Penny and put his arm around her at the waist.  He said, “Ah, Jesus, does that look good!”

 

Penny, looking flushed and breathless, only nodded in reply.

 

“God, you’re so damned hot,” Hunter uttered at her ear, and I barely heard it.  “Does your husband understand how hot you are?”

 

“Yeah, he does,” she said, “but he did offer to have me show you the sauna, didn’t he?”

The other couple was fucking fast and furiously as Hunter palmed one of Penny’s breasts, allowing his towel to slip to the sauna floor.  She was watching Drew and Beth-Ann go at it and didn’t yet see what Hunter had for equipment, but I did.  He had at least a good 8 or 9 inches and it was pointing right up toward the ceiling.

 

Beth-Ann was a squealer so I almost didn’t hear Hunter say that he wanted Penny, and that’s when she looked at him in all his glory.  She swooned a little and leaned closer to him.  Then their lips came together and there was no turning back.

 

They continued kissing while Penny stroked his cock and Hunter’s hand was inside her bikini bottoms.  The other two were louder now and approaching climax, so that had an effect on Penny and Hunter.  As Beth-Ann screamed and Drew’s groans echoed around the small room, I still managed to hear my wife say to Hunter, “Fuck me.”

 

He fetched another condom from his supply and Penny quickly opened the packet and unrolled it onto him.  She lay down on the bench and he positioned himself between her splayed legs.  She practically pulled him into her; the ease in which that happened told me she was supremely aroused and thus well-lubricated.  They didn’t remain in that position for long.  Penny liked to be on top so she got him sitting down as she straddled his lap facing him.  Her beautiful ass didn’t exactly go up and down.  I could recognize that motion anywhere—she rocked and rolled with his cock deep within her.  This was her favorite, and I would have been disappointed if she wanted to fuck any other way.

 

Drew and Beth-Ann, now that they were done became the cheering section.  More than they were, I was mesmerized by the sight.  As predicted, Hunter was hairless and buff.  Penny was obviously checking that fantasy off her bucket list as she kept up her slow, undulating motion, her nipples rubbing against his chest and a low moan escaping her parted lips.

 

They were whispering things to each other but I couldn’t understand them.  Somehow the trance I was in kept me from realizing I’d dropped my shorts and was stroking my super-swollen cock.  That was until I let go several tremendous ropes against the crawlspace wall. 

 

Watching Hunter’s face and the look of awe on it kept me hard.  I knew exactly what he was thinking: how did I get so lucky?

 

I had to hand it to the guy.  For a kid barely out of his teens he had more staying power that I had, evidently.  In his place I would’ve cum ages ago.

 

Penny’s pace quickened so I knew she was about to orgasm.  Hunter’s time was here, “I’m cumming,” he murmured, and Penny reacted to his exclamation by slamming down a couple of times on his cock and throwing her head back.

 

“Meeeeeeee, toooooooooo!” she moaned.

 

Beth-Ann and Drew clapped and cheered.

 

As Penny climbed off his lap, I could tell Hunter wanted to profess something to her but she put her fingertips at his mouth as if to indicate that nothing needed to be said.

 

I looked at my beautiful, sexually sated wife standing before him, then at the slick, semen-filled condom still on Hunter’s impressive cock and I surprised myself with another self-induced ejaculation.

 

Penny put her bikini back on while telling the other three they could stay as long as they wanted yet warning them about being in the sauna too long.  Her admonition that they needed to “cool down” had double-entendre written all over it.

 

After she left the sauna, Hunter and Drew became animated over what they thought of as Hunter’s cougar conquest.  That my wife wasn’t old enough to be a cougar didn’t matter to them—she was simply older and still hot, that fact justifying their exuberance.

 

“I can’t believe it,” Hunter said for the second time.  “Do you think the old man knows she fucks around?  Wow, what a firecracker!”

 

Before I snuck out of my secret spy spot I glanced at Beth-Ann, who didn’t look happy being Drew’s afterthought.

 

Interesting.

 

I got back to the office before Penny, relieved that I didn’t have anyone waiting for me at the desk.  When Penny came into the office I asked her how the sauna visit went.  She commented on how well the mechanicals operated but pointedly stayed away from discussing Hunter, Drew or Beth-Ann until I asked.

 

“I hope you didn’t encourage any sex in there.  That Beth-Ann looks like a horny one and you know how I feel about making a mess in that environment.”  A “mess” was our euphemism for semen stains.

 

“Of course not,” she said while avoiding eye contact.

I dropped the subject and we went about our daily routine in running the motel.  She supervised the chambermaid’s work while I checked the pool’s cleanliness and chemical balance.  While she manned the office I cleaned the sauna, my imagination flying back to watching Penny ride Hunter, her ass swinging in that unique way of hers until she came.  I had to hurry to the men’s room and jerk off.  I couldn’t very well walk around the pool with an erection, could I?

 

Melody and Grace were sunbathing beside the pool as I walked by later in the afternoon.  I’d watched them earlier as they rubbed sunscreen on each other, and somehow came away with the impression that they were intimate, despite Melody’s question about boys on check-in day.   We exchanged greetings and I moved on.  Others were in or around the pool as well.  I saw Drew but no sign of Hunter.

 

Penny remained aloof around me, probably because of guilt.  At least I hoped it was that.  I made no sexual advance when we went to bed that night and she didn’t either.  I dreamed that she’d left me, and I swore that at one point during the night she wasn’t actually in bed with me.  I awoke later and she was there, snoring lightly.  It must have been part of my dream.

 

Later on I dreamt that Hunter was in bed with us and they were humping right next to me as I slept.  I awoke with amazing morning wood, so it wasn’t a nightmare.  Penny was still sleeping.

 

I made coffee, showered and dressed before Penny got out of bed.  Pouring her a cup, I explained my plans for the day.  She in turn said that she was a little under the weather and wanted to relax.  I told her I was okay with that and maybe she could hang by the pool and get a feel for how pleased our guests were with the service.  She said she’d do just that.

 

When I saw her later in her bikini lounging next to Hunter, Daryl, Elena and Kelli I secretly hoped another visit to the sauna was in order.  It didn’t happen, so all I had the rest of the day was my imagination.

 

Generally my trepidation over filling the place with a younger crowd proved misplaced.  Our room revenue was way up from the nearly full occupancy and the kids were better behaved than I feared they’d be.  There were a few guests staggering around the pool drunk on occasion, but all it took was a nudge to get them to their rooms to sleep it off.  Then there was the fringe benefit I never planned on: watching my wife seduced by a virile young man.  Hunter tip-toed around me as I figured he would.  If I was in his shoes and was fucking a man’s wife I’d have a hard time looking the husband in the eye too.  Little did he know he had nothing to worry about.

 

The remainder of the day was uneventful.  Our bedtime ritual remained cool.  Penny went right to sleep, and I wasn’t about to press her for sex even though I was horny.  I had more vivid dreams, including another where I Penny floated out of the bed as I was about to enter her. 

 

Tonight I woke up.  She wasn’t in bed or anywhere else in our apartment.

 

Sounds outside by the pool drew me to the window.  Some guests were in the pool, and standing beside it and facing the water was my wife.  By moonlight and the small pool safety lights (that stayed on all night) I saw everything, yet that wasn’t good enough for me.  I knew this was more than my wife reinforcing the rules.  I pulled on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and eased open the door.  No one saw me so I slipped into a shadow and watched.

 

A male voice from the pool said, “Mrs. C, you’re not gonna kick us out, are you?  We’ll be very quiet.”

 

Penny laughed and said, “I’ve heard Beth-Ann and Kelli cum, so there’s no freaking way you’ll be quiet.”  Tittering laughs emerged from the pool so I guessed that those two girls were in there.  “Like I told everyone last night, I won’t kick you out of the pool as long as nobody complains.”

 

Last night?  Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all.

 

As Penny continued to converse with the people in the pool, one of the college boys came out of a room and walked up to her, saying hello.  The guy (I was pretty sure his name was Ben) was evidently an avowed bodybuilder, with a V-shaped body—massive upper torso tapered to a slim waist and tight ass.  He was wearing a beach towel around his waist so I assumed he was naked underneath.  As he spoke with Penny in a tone that implied intimacy, though I couldn’t hear the words, he was joined by two amazingly pretty blonds who I knew to be part-time aerobics instructors when not attending classes.  They too were wrapped in towels, their long blond hair wet as if they had just stepped out of the shower.

 

Light laughter interspersed within their conversation until Ben and his blond companions tossed aside their towels before jumping into the pool.  I couldn’t believe it—the guy had a thick tree trunk of a cock!  And Penny sure noticed.

 

I couldn’t see clearly enough but I was sure at least two couples in the pool were fucking, based on the noise they made.  One of the girls was Beth-Ann.  I’d heard her sex sounds before.  Since Penny had mentioned her by name I assumed the other girl was Kelli.

 

Penny dropped her silk robe to the ground and sat naked on the pool’s edge with her feet dangling in the water.  She was watching the action with one hand nestled between her thighs.  As I watched her, I wondered who Hunter was sleeping with.

 

Ben’s blond friends, Amanda and Allison (?) were all over his body until he said something and they waded over to my wife.  They were cajoling her to join them, and at first she said no and shook her head.  She seemed to look over at Ben and at that moment something changed in her posture, like she shivered or shook as her legs opened ever so much.

 

“C’mon,” one of the girls said, “He can take care of whatever your needs are, let me tell you.”

 

The other said, “He told us that he wants you but he’s too shy to ask.”

 

Too shy my ass.

 

The girl I assumed to be Kelli began to orgasm loudly, and that broke the spell.  Penny allowed each girl to take a hand as she hopped off the ledge and into the pool.  The original, heretofore unidentified male voice said, “Go for it, Mrs. C!” before he said to his partner in a hushed yet understood voice, “Damn, is she hot for her age.  Mr. C must not be giving it to her.”

 

I whispered so only I heard, “that’s not it.”

 

Another girl in the pool groaned in climax and that triggered my cock.  I was fully erect now as I watched my wife wade toward Mr. Muscles.

 

Plenty of touching ensued among the four until all of them were recognizably aroused.  The bookend blonds moved aside as Ben took Penny into his massive arms and lifted her into the air and over his head.  Without any apparent effort he set her thighs on his shoulders and began feasting on her pussy.

 

The sight of Penny like that was mesmerizing.  I imagined her pleasure wasn’t all from his technique.  After all, how many men could lift a woman right to his tongue?  I watched her writhe and heard her moan in approval.  I couldn’t see his cock but the blondies were both working on something below the water line and it wasn’t aerobic in nature.  Another couple came out to the pool to join the forbidden late-night fun, took one look at Ben, Penny and the blonds, and before long they were fucking like rabbits.

 

Penny squealed a bit so I knew he got her off.  Ben lowered her into his arms and easily and amazingly carried her up the pool ladder.

 

“You’re so strong,” Penny cooed.  “You’re big too…will you fill me now?”

 

“You’re a hot woman, Mrs. C.  I’ll be glad to let you have the big boy.”

 

“Can we help?” asked Allison.

 

“Of course you can,” and with that he lifted Penny up again so her legs rested in the crook of each arm.  My wife was lithe enough to wrap her arms around his neck while bent that way, and I imagined Ben knew it and why he chose a standing position.  I guessed his penchant for posing extended to sex and Penny would be the beneficiary (as I would be too, in my own way).

 

Holding her by the ass, he lowered my wife onto his massive—and ready—unit, which was guided for entry by his two blond “assistants.”  Penny gasped when he entered her, and for a moment thought she’d change her mind.  But she didn’t.  Ben easily lifted and lowered her onto his cock and it wasn’t long before Penny was making the kind of noises nobody should be making in public this time of night.

 

To say I was mesmerized before was premature.  NOW I was mesmerized by the sight of this big, strong man penetrating my petite wife in that manner.  At her first loud climaxing scream I had my shorts down and was stroking myself furiously.  On her second orgasmic squeal I came in several long arcs. 

 

I was spent but Ben and Penny weren’t.  Allison and Amanda weren’t done either, for while the big guy fucked my sweetheart they’d fallen to the pool’s fringe and were busy in a sixty-nine.  Based on their vocal output, they were quick cummers.

 

Finished with sex they all jumped into the pool and frolicked for a while with the rest of them.  That was my cue to get back to bed before Penny returned.

 

She snuck in quietly and finished drying off before slipping into bed.  Somehow she knew I wasn’t sleeping.

 

“You’re awake,” she said, and it wasn’t intoned as a question.

 

I turned over and said “Yes” but no more.  The ball was in her court and I wanted to see how she’d play it.

 

“Then you know I was out by the pool…with the others.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Did you see me?”

 

“Of course.  I had to look to see what all the noise was.”

 

“So, is this where I have to apologize?  Like I shouldn’t have done it?  You saw him.  It’s like I had to.”

 

“I don’t expect an apology.  I did watch, after all.”

 

“You’re not pissed at me?”

 

“I think I understand your motivation, you need for doing it.  Unless of course you don’t love me anymore.”

 

“I do!  I do love you, John!  It’s just, you know, like I’m feeling older now and I miss those days, like our guests.  I wanted to feel like that again.”

 

“Then I did understand correctly, and as far as I’m concerned if your needs go beyond me to the younger set then I won’t stand in the way.”

 

She could see enough of my face in the darkness to gauge my expression.  “You got off on it, didn’t you?  Watching me…and him?”

 

“About as much as you got off.  Being a man I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to be picked up like that, to be loved like that, him being so strong and so big.”

 

I was sure she blushed but I couldn’t tell.  She whispered, almost as a groan, “It was fantastic.”  Whether consciously or not, she reached down to find me rigid.  “Omigod, watching me really did turn you on!”

 

Nothing more was said.  She pulled me onto her and spread her legs for me.  I wanted to go slowly in order to satisfy her, thinking that I didn’t want to be compared just then to Ben or Hunter.  I needn’t worry.  She bucked her hips and demanded that I fuck her hard.  I did.

 

As she screamed in orgasm, like an echo I heard another scream from the pool.

 

“I love you,” I moaned as I came.

 

“I love you too,” she said.

 

Nice words to fall asleep to.

 

In the morning Penny was sheepish about discussing what she’d done, and I wasn’t about to go on and on about my spying and how aroused I’d been.  I reiterated that I understood and wasn’t angry with her.  I then reminded her that she set the climate by having sex with guests and now had to deal with the aftermath.  Part of that aftermath involved the late-night pool parties that violated our rules.  Maybe it would be my turn to show up outside tonight.

 

I made my rounds as Penny manned the desk.  I noticed several of the boys, particularly Hunter and Ben look at me with a smirk of superiority.  It didn’t bother me.  They had their fun.  Melody stopped me and asked about the sauna.

 

“Sure you can use it,” I said, “but pay particular attention to the controls so it doesn’t overheat.  You and Grace don’t want to be cooked.”

 

She giggled and said, “Don’t worry about us.  We get too hot all the time.”

 

I wasn’t about to respond to that double-entendre.

 

Melody then drew closer to me and whispered, “Maybe we need an experienced man like you to show us the…controls.”

 

“I suppose I could do that,” I said with a smile.  “Right now?”

 

“Sure.”  And we were off.

 

Melody and Grace already proved to be great gigglers, and they only giggled more as I got the heat going and slipped out of my shorts under a towel.  When they saw what I’d done Grace asked me if it was okay to remove their tops.

 

“It’s okay as far as I’m concerned.  You don’t mind me looking?”

 

More giggles before Melody said, “We like it when men look.”

 

Both girls were superbly endowed, and although they were on the slightly chubby side both sets of tits were firm and had impressively large areolas.

 

“They’re tops in my book,” I said while glancing down at my lap.  The towel was noticeably tented.  They saw it and reacted, just not in the way I imagined they would.

 

They moved closer to each other on the sauna’s bench.  Melody said in her version of a ‘sexy’ voice, “Is it okay, Mr. C if we…do something…since we…like…each other, you know, and it’s real hot in here.”

 

She didn’t have to spell out to me what the “something” was, and who was I to deny them the opportunity for a show, and basically that’s what this was all about, wasn’t it?  “As long as it doesn’t bother you that I’m watching then by all means have all the fun you want.”

 

They kissed and fondled for the longest time before their bikini bottoms came off and they got down to real business.  A hot and heavy sixty-nine moved into cross legged scissoring; tribbing as their well-lubricated vulvas slid against each other and their voices betrayed their impending orgasms.  I didn’t need to hide my erection any longer so I pulled the towel away and slowly rubbed myself as I watched the show.

 

“I bet you liked watching us,” Melody said, her big tits heaving as she was still breathing heavily.

 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

 

Grace said, “Yeah,” looking at my swollen and stiff member.  Then she surprised me by standing and walking to where I was sitting.  As she stood right in front of me with all her charms—now wet with sweat and other bodily fluids—on display, especially her perfectly waxed-smooth pubis, the blond said, “We like men too,” as she stared at my cock.

 

Our eyes met for a few seconds before she turned around, took my erection in one hand and sat on my lap.  Even though she was relatively tight, I slid into her slippery vagina easily.  She bounced upon my cock as I reached around her and held her breasts.  I thought about protection but it was too late for that at this point.  Melody was now the one watching a show.

 

Grace made little “Mmmm” noises, small moans really as she bobbed on my cock, her hair in my face.  It smelled good so I didn’t mind.

 

I whispered at her ear, “Do you want me to warn you I’m cumming?” still thinking about the lack of a condom.  My mind twitched for a millisecond as I remembered Penny’s lovers without protection.

 

“You don’t…have to,” she mumbled, and that was my cue.

 

“Well, I’m telling you anyway,” I groaned as I shot my load deep within her now-throbbing vagina.  Cumming together is always a great thing for any couple, even a temporary one.

 

With more giggling Melody cleaned up Grace’s creampie with my towel as I suggested their sweaty bodies needed a shower before they went back into the pool.  Grace said to me, “You can come to our room and shower if you’d like.”  I graciously declined by saying I had work to do, though continuing the unlikely threesome would have been exceptional.

 

After they left the sauna I killed the heater and cleaned up.  With my shorts back on I carried the dirty towels out and ran right into my wife.

 

“You were in there with the two giggling bimbos?” she asked.

 

“Yes, they’re bimbos alright.”

 

I knew she wanted to ask the million dollar question but she didn’t want to open that can of worms, which would have led to Hunter.  As if by a divine hand, Hunter and his buddy Drew approached and wanted to know if the sauna was available.

 

“Penny can get some fresh towels for you,” I told them before telling Penny that I’d be in shower before going into the office.

 

She told me that the buzzer was on.  We had an electronic buzzer on the front desk in case one of us wasn’t there when someone needed something.  I told her I’d listen for it and for her not to worry.  I hoped for her ‘not to worry’ was synonymous with ‘go ahead and do what you want’ to do.

 

As I adjusted the water temperature in our shower, I moved my laptop to the bathroom vanity and checked the feed.  The motion activated camera I’d installed was working perfectly, and I saw that it had already recorded three MPEG files.  Of course, one of them had me in it.  The current feed captured Hunter, Drew and Penny in full, living color.

 

I thought of the camera after the last time I used the pipe spy hole.  We have a couple of wide angled ones on the motel grounds for security, and I remembered the one we hadn’t installed yet.  It’s installed now.

 

I let the new video record while I opened the previously recorded file.  I played the video as I stepped into the shower.  Melody and Grace were licking each other as I sat there with a raging hard-on.  I’d lathered myself up good by the time Grace sat on my lap, and stroked myself as I craned my neck to watch her fuck me.  On the display I hardly moved though in the shower’s here and now my hand moved quite rapidly.  When I saw Grace’s orgasm face I came, splashing my load against the stall wall in several shots and thinking how much I deposited inside her earlier

 

Thankfully the desk buzzer never went off.  I put the laptop away, assured that the new video was still recording.   That would be my entertainment for later.

 

That night Penny snuck out of our bed again to join what had become the late-night place to be—our pool.  I waited a while then went out to join her.  There’d be no hiding in the shadows this time.  I hadn’t bothered with shorts since all the folks in and around the pool were naked anyway, including my wife.

 

I took beer bottles away from surprised kids, so shocked that I was nude that they didn’t complain much.  After all, drinking was tied to liability; I didn’t think nudity and sex were.  Then I sat near one of the more quiet girls, named Elena, and asked her if she was with someone.

 

“Are you, like propositioning me?” she asked.

 

“Nope, I’m just curious since even my wife is hooking up with someone.”  For some reason that made her giggle so I said, “Unless you want me to proposition you” as I gazed upon her pretty face and beautifully upturned breasts.  She was trying not to look but by then I was hard and she couldn’t resist temptation.

 

“Mr. C, it doesn’t bother you that your wife is…fooling around?”

 

“Does it look like it bothers me?” I answered while motioning toward my erection.

 

“I thought that was for me,” she countered with a coquettish smile.  “Don’t you want me?”

 

I glimpsed her nipples and areolas, which were ruddy and puckered, and then noticed that her legs had spread a bit.  How did I rate this arousal?  I gathered my thoughts and said, “I shouldn’t be the one you’re hooking up with, not with all these hunky guys your age, who could easily do a better job of taking care of your needs than an old man like me.”

 

She blushed and said, “You’re not an old man.”

 

“You’re so sweet, Elena.  But I saw you hanging with Daryl the other day and he’s better looking than me,” I said before leaning toward her and kissing her cheek.  She surprised me by taking my hand and pulling it toward her closest breast.

 

“Your wife’s coming over so I’ll give her something to think about,” Elena said before she giggled, broke away and jumped into the pool.

 

Penny indeed had approached.  I helped her spring out of the water to sit next to me.  “Did you miss me,” she said, pointing to my still stiff cock, “or was that because of her?”

 

“Probably neither, since I was looking at you and the boys surrounding you.  Then I remembered you and Ben and voila, instant hard-on.”

 

“You’re not feeling the least bit jealous?”

 

“If I thought it was more than your wild libido at work I’d probably be a lot more jealous.  Like I told you, I understand how these guys make you want to feel young again.  Damn it, the girls are doing the same to me.”  I reached over and cupped one of her breasts.  “Yep, still firm, though not quite as firm as Elena’s.”

 

She saw my smile so she said, “You bastard.  Maybe I shouldn’t do what I want to do with that…”

 

“And what would that be?”

 

Instead of saying anything she gestured toward the pool.  Couples in and around the pool were in various stages of coitus.  I saw Hunter behind a girl I didn’t recognize.  I saw his friend Drew nailing Kelli halfway up the pool’s ladder while Beth-Ann looked on as if awaiting her turn.  I watched a bevy of gals surround Ben as he flexed his muscles, the one they were really interested in swelling to its tree-limb dimension.

 

I said, “Would you rather be with them?”

 

“Not tonight," she answered.  "Tonight I want to be here.”

 

I laid down where I was and Penny straddled me, taking my stiff member in one hand and guiding me into her.  I didn’t wonder if it was me or from foreplay with others, but she was extremely hot and wet as she took me deep.  I never imagined fucking in public, although as far as I was concerned I’d shut out the rest of the world and took in the beauty of my wife as she rose, fell and undulated on and around my appreciative cock, so it wasn’t really public after all.  I whispered that I was about to cum, and she in turn told me it was okay because she was too.

 

We were both pretty loud.

 

We had an enthusiastic audience too.

 

Everybody who wasn’t presently coupling cheered and congratulated us for being so open sexually.  I joked that the group was making too much noise and I’d have to shut it down.  Plenty of laughter, and the mood was good as things slowly calmed down and folks went off to bed.

 

Penny and I did a little bit of after-midnight cleaning up.  I knew she was still concerned about my reaction to her extra-marital activities.  Alone by the pool we talked for a while about the week and our marriage.

 

“We’re healthy and okay,” I said.  “You’re too hot to turn into a sexless old lady, and so if it means you get the hornies every once in a while for a young stud, just let me know.  I like to see what it does to you.”

 

She said, "Did it really turn you on so much, watching me with Hunter or Ben?"

 

"You know the answer.  You're beautiful all the time, but especially when you're having sex, and you were so aroused by those young dudes it was exciting to watch, better than the hottest porn movie."

 

“I love you, John.  Never think otherwise.”

 

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

 

Before the week was up there were more late-night pool parties and several excursions into the sauna.  I was so tempted to check my laptop but I kept that temptation at bay for a while, except for watching Ben and his agile blond companions in an amazing threesome.  The word athletic didn’t quite describe the positions they did it in.  I came twice jerking off to the whole video!  Someday I’d tell Penny about the camera and her starring performances.

 

Speaking of the camera, I later found a video of Mr. and Mrs. Lewis having sex.  Martha and Henry were in their sixties and still showed they could get it on.  Being rare older guests during our spring break week, I wondered if they’d enjoyed themselves and so I asked.  Martha pulled me aside and in a conspiratorial voice told me that she hadn’t “felt this young” in years.  Seeing Henry’s smile then, and the video later, I knew exactly what she meant.  I felt it too.

 

I blew several loads watching the video of Hunter and Penny in the sauna.  They'd built up a good sweat so their bodies glistened as they got to it.  I admired Hunter's lean and hairless body, and instinctively understood Penny's hunger for him.  I placed my attention on my wife's taut and dusky nipples as she approached orgasm then shifted my attention to Hunter's rippling ass muscles as he approached his.  I had one of my orgasms concentrating on the magnificent view I had of Hunter's wet and shiny cock halfway in and twitching as he came.  I may have been still cumming when spent semen dribbled from Penny's cunt as it held his cock, while it too noticeably twitched in climax.  Watching Penny scratch her itch with a younger man was beyond exhilarating, I thought as I cleaned up the amazing amount of cum I'd ejaculated watching the video.

 

One day when it was very quiet, Penny said, “You know, I miss the kids in more ways than ‘that’ way.  I can’t wait for next spring.”

 

“We’ll have more college-age guests next year for sure.”

 

“You think so?”

 

“Your name is probably on people’s lips at several college campuses.  Word-of-mouth advertising at its best!”

 

She bopped me on the arm.  “Oh silly you.  Maybe we should go to bed?  It’s never too early to get in shape, is it?”

 

Her laugh was contagious.  We both guffawed on our way to our apartment.

 

En route she surprised me with, "Since you like watching me, maybe we could make a video of us making love?"

 

Did I just get handed another voyeuristic doorway to heaven?  Please don’t let that call buzzer in the office go off, I prayed.  I’ve got some other work to do.

 

The End

 

 

 

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