the following is my story. It's real and I reserve all rights. Please don't re-post without permission. If you want to contact me about it my email is twylamarie @ ymail.com. I always appreciate the conversation and feedback. ###### I picked John up at the airport on Friday night around 8 - and unfortunately his flight from the east coast had been a bad one. Screaming babies, crowded plane. He can usually sleep on airplanes, but not this time and he was tired and just exhausted. It was kind of a bummer since i hadn't seen him all week, and with the kids already out at events this weekend, I had hoped for some good alone time with him, but sometimes these things just happen and I have to give him some space when he gets home instead of jumping his bones. Saturday AM he was up around 6:30, clothed, breakfasted, and already working in the yard when I got up around 8. I wasn't quite so gung-ho having stayed up late reading Friday night, but was out in the yard with him by 9:30. This was our first attempt at cleaning up after the first big winter winds - the property is thick with downed limbs and a large group of bushes and shrubs that seemed to have died off as summer turned to fall. Weather was on our side for a change. It was gray and overcast, but the sun was trying hard to break through most of the morning. A bit cold if you're standing around, but perfect shirt-sleeve weather if you're doing something physical, and we certainly were - it is a lot of work. We should probably have hired someone to help us with this effort, and I'm sure we probably will before it's over. We actually did make a pretty good dent in the project - at least around the house anyway - as by around 1:30 we had a pile ready for a bonfire that was roughly the size of large pickup truck - and about as much dead vegetation was down a ravine on the side of the property where it can't be seen. We ate a quick lunch and popped up to our suite to jump in the shower. We had friends due in around 5 and wanted to relax a bit before the company came. In the process of getting ready to shower we sidetracked ourselves with a quick mid-day tumble. John smelled sweaty and Earthy and I'm sure I didn't smell like a rose either, but we'd been apart for a week so the sex was inventive, active and exhausting to our already sore muscles. I had been sweating so much that he practically had to peel off my panties they were so damp, and John looked like a mud monster in many places on his body. As clumps of dirt and mud rubbed off of our discarded clothes and painted our skin we must have looked like quite a sight. The dirt was soon everywhere and I must admit I had to stop sucking John's cock for a minute as it was actually a bit gritty in my mouth. I took a minute to wipe it off with the sheet before I let him enter me. (I've had "gritty clitty" from outdoor sex and it can take some of the fun out of it for both parties when you've got grains of sand mixed in with your love juices.) Finally we decided that the mess we had made on the bed was just too dirty so we decided to move our fuck to the shower - which was a totally good idea. It's a big two headed shower and was built with a place to sit so I can shave my legs and also a shelf to put our cocktail glasses. Those features come in handy when you're being bent over or looking for something to hang onto as you move around on the soapy tiles. Also, the big wad of cum John eventually placed on my back went straight down the drain - the only stains on the sheets this week would be from mud. (I was always embarrassed when the maid washed our cummy sheets.) We actually didn't get out the shower until at least an hour and a half after we made our first effort to get there and we had only been out of the shower for a few minutes when we heard the alarm that someone was coming up the driveway. (Something we had done years ago so that we know in advance when people are entering the property.) We looked out the big windows and saw that our friends Ken and Lisa had arrived perhaps 40 minutes early. I threw on a robe and slippers and let them in, giving each a brief hug - It has been ages since I've seen the two of them and they are some of our oldest friends. They live in Costa Rica during the winters and usually boat all summer, so we run into them usually either on vacation or when they are through Seattle on their way to Alaska or the San Juan Islands. It was obvious from their attire that they had taken advantage of the day with a bike ride. They were both still in their biking clothing, and looked happy but tired. (It's not at all uncommon for Seattleites to use our local trails and side-roads for biking. On a nice weekend we actually have problems getting to the store due to the amount of bicycle traffic clogging the roads here in the rural areas surrounding the city.) I invited the couple to grab themselves something out of the refrigerator behind the bar and make themselves at home, taking a moment to compliment both on their perennial look of youth. Like John and I, Ken is in his mid-fifties and she is about 15 years younger but they never had children and settled down and look much younger than they are. The visitors taken care of, I excused myself to finish dressing and passed John on the trip back to our room as he had finished dressing and was on his way to greet our guests. I was still putting on a quick layer of lotion when I heard the small shower kick on in the guest bedroom and guessed that one of my friends had decided to remove a layer of road dust from the bicycling adventure. A knock at my door followed - and Lisa called through explaining that Ken was in the guest shower and John had suggested she use ours. I opened up and invited her in - she was carrying a small overnight bag with a change of clothes - and since she had never been into our suite I gave her a quick tour of the master bedroom loft area, outside deck and the amazing walk-in closet. (We shared a bit of an embarrassed laugh at the state of our bed - which was not only unmade but was caked in dirt from our earlier romp - I had intended to change the sheets before they had arrived.) At last I showed Lisa to the bathroom where we have our large shower area - and she removed her clothes without embarrassment and popped in while I finished my hair and light make-up. Lisa is a little girl - maybe 5 feet max and perhaps maybe not even 100 pounds - and very boyish in figure. With her long-lean body and dark hair cut into a short "bowl" - she looked like nothing so much as an alter boy from a catholic church service. I can't help but look at her and wonder how she and Ken fare together as he is a big ex-footballer from England who I'm sure weighs at least 230. She was done in the shower before I finished putting my face on, and we stood together naked at the sinks while she combed out her short hair. For those of my male readers hoping this set-up will lead to something more - I hate to disappoint, but we did nothing more than chat like the old friends we are while we performed our standard routines. I finally excused myself to get dressed in my closet. I chose simple Jeans, a light tee shirt and a pair of Uggs as my costume of choice for the late afternoon and grabbed a sweater out of the closet for later. When I exited the closet Lisa was already dressed in a pair of old gray cords and a peasant blouse over the comfortable old topsider boat shoes that I'm sure she has wearing the first time we met years ago. We went down to meet our men - who were both already bellying up to the bar and sharing a cold beer and conversation. We joined them for a drink - our weapon of choice being a new cold bottle of chard from a local vinter in Woodinville. I had no desire to cook, so we had a local service bring by chinese from our favorite new place called the Bean Flower. (They don't deliver, but we use a local taxi company to have it brought in - something I never would have thought to do but John is handy with such things.) We sat down to eat a little after 7PM and we ate on our front deck - our outdoor heaters going full blast as the temperatures had dropped to the mid-50s and our guests were still used to the warmer weather of their winter home. We had a laugh as the food was quite spicy - especially after the comparatively bland rice and bean diet one finds in Costa Rica. Our guests were drinking down the beer and wine fast as they sought to cool their mouths. The sky was quite dark as we completed dinner - so different than sunshine we had just a few months before that would last til 10 at night. Lisa and I cleared the table while John and Ken made ready to set the bonfire what would be the centerpiece for the next round of our evening. By the time we filled the dishwasher and made a small ice chest filled with drinks, the guys had put out the lawn chairs and the fire was roaring. A rain had actually begun to fall, but the fire was literally taking the water out of the air. (It was THAT big.) The smell of gasoline was a little overwhelming at first (it takes a lot to light downed wet wood) but we were quickly settled in and watched the flames, the heat in our face defeating the cold air that tried to sneak up behind us. We caught up a bit with each others lives, retraced a bit of the history of our meeting years back on a cold wet beach in a tropical storm, and generally just talked and laughed while sipping our booze and watching fire crackle. Around 11PM, the bonfire was dying down so while the men grabbed the chairs as we grabbed the glasses and chairs and stumbled inside. (It would burn for another hour or so before the rain finally bested it.) No one was ready for bed yet and we all had some sore muscle issues - they from biking all day and we from our chores - so we decided a soak in the hot tub would be good. First we negotiated their stay in the guest room for the night - an easy sell as they were too drunk to drive and it was quite late anyway. We've known them both too long to feign modesty. (We had shared a sailboat once together in the Greek Isles for four weeks and when you live together in a small space in a hot climate, modesty goes straight out the window.) So we all gathered in our bedroom and removed our clothing before sliding out to the deck. (John thoughtfully made up an ice cooler with champagne and glasses.) As we undressed I again came to think of the odd couple before us - small little Lisa and big giant Ken - a quick glance reminded me what I already knew - Ken is also quite gifted down below - though I've never been able to gauge the true size of European men who are uncircumcised. After sneaking my own peek, I glanced up to realize that John was sneaking his own peek at Lisa and Ken at me. We were all just one big lecherous family as we sank into the water. I noted that since our last adventure Lisa had also adopted a near Brazilian look - there was just a very small triangle that pointed down to her very exposed vagina. Her small frame, smooth skin and small breasts made her look about 15 which is a good look for any woman. Nothing removes the need for conversation like a good soak, and barely more than a sigh was heard for perhaps 10 minutes after we entered the tub. A few clinks of ice and the pop of a cork brought us back to our senses and we shared a few laughs as the bubbly was poured and than drank in large gulps. We keep our tub entirely too hot I think - and the cold drink helped cool us all a bit as we chatted about the adventures ahead. At some point in the conversation, Lisa climbed from the water to sit on the side of the tub, dangling her feet in the water - and within a few minutes she had moved so that one leg was on each side of Kens broad shoulders - her crotch snug to the back of his head as they shared details of when their boat would be delivered south from its summer home in Roche Harbor. At some point, Ken turned his head around while searching for a perch for his wine glass. (Actually a plastic cup - we learned a long time ago that glass and hot tubs are not a good idea.) He feigned surprise at the crotch that had been straddling his head for the last minutes, and dunked under water as if it terrified him, giving John and I a quick shot of Lisa's open legs stretched as far as they might go. She has the most amazing tan-lines which served to frame her sex perfectly - and I'm sure that had John not already been in the water he might have taken a dive then, as the display was quite hot. Her sex was open in a way that only happens after either good sex or a long soak in a hot tub while sitting right above one of the bubble jets that tickles in all the right places. (If her manner hadn't been so innocent, the scene would have been downright pornographic.) We sat for several more long minutes. Ken had moved to one side of Lisa and was close to me, and Lisa and her open legs continued to face directly into Johns face, which was near the water and therefore at about perfect view for a little amateur spelunking of sorts. Finally, Ken slid back across the tub and grabbed her leg to pull her back into the water, a move that both pulled her in and dropped her head almost entirely into my lap or would have had I not been submerged. We chatted a bit more, and finally all agreed that we were quite waterlogged. Lisa and I left the water first, grabbing towels to dry ourselves and quickly taking our places again at the twin sinks of the bathroom. Neither of us bothered to wrap ourselves with our towels so we stood there naked for the second time this night. (We have a small gas fireplace in our bedroom which has been turned on so the room was nice and toasty. As we combed our hair Lisa asked if I had any lotion I might share as she was feeling rather dry - I laughed and opened the drawer to where I keep my supply and said "help yourself." There amongst the lotions sat a jar of Vaseline and a smaller tube of KY jelly - which we both found funny. I grinned and told her wickedly "if you need something to tame the monster later, you can help yourself there too." Lisa laughed that raw chuckle that is her trademark and grabbed the small tube whispering back "Twyla honey, you just have no idea. I've been sitting on a bike seat all day and I'll be sitting on that all night. My little nookie just wasn't made for this." I offered Lisa use of one of the many cotton robes I've liberated from hotels and B&B's over the years, and we re-entered the main bedroom area just as the men were making their way inside. Ken was obviously wasted and boiled pink and John as well. It seemed the evening was over so they gathered their clothes and said their goodbyes - Lisa positively drowning in a large white robe and Ken completely naked save for the towel he had wrapped around his shoulders. Ken gave me a friendly peck and Lisa gave John a squeeze and they were on their way to bed. I have to admit that the evening left me feeling amorous and as I dropped my robe I was glad to see that John wasn't too tired or drunk to play along. We took a moment to strip the dirty sheets from the bed but not time to replace them with new ones. I know John - and he tries to be quite nonchalant but his time spent in the hot tub with Lisa was big in his mind. He was hard as a rock well before he usually is. (I used to be offended that John would not get an erection during foreplay - but found that's just the way he is - it's always there when it counts.) I am not jealous, but I am competitive, an dresolved to remind him exactly what "talents" I have that lisa doesn't possess, so after a quick bit or sloppy oral to get him nice and wet I wrapped him between my boobs and resolved that tonight I would be content with a splash on my chest and neck as John loves when we engage it what can only be described as tit-fucking. (Is there a formal name for this act? I've never heard of one.) I was surprised, though, when John pullled back from what is usually one of his favorite acts and took time to bend me over the bed and take me from behind. This is usually my very favorite position, but tonight I couldn't help to think that the ass John was playing with as he moved belonged to Lisa - at least in his fantasies. Since my own ass is rather narrow from years of running, I don't think it would take much of a stretch for him to make the mental leap to Lisa's own little boy-like bottom. I attempted to retaliate in my own fantasies by dreaming of Ken's big thick cock doing the job. Though I've always found uncut cocks to be oddly unattractive, Ken's cock is so big at to be almost freakish. The idea of Lisa and her pussy so stretched out earlier in the evening actually did enter my thoughts as I contemplated just how much stretching that big thing would take for a girl her size. We finished rather quickly and John was asleep almost immediately. (We were really quite drunk and tired.) I dozed lightly and thought I heard some dirty talk and breathing from the guest room, though that would be unlikely as our bedroom is not close by. We slept until almost noon, waking up to one of the worst hangovers I have had in years, and Ken and Lisa were gone when we made our way down to the main house. They wrote a nice thank you note and as a joke of sorts, Lisa left the KY jelly tube on top of the letter as a type of second signature. John found the tube to be very amusing as well, and held it up and asked if we might return to the bedroom for a while as the kids weren't due home until after dinner. (John has a think for sex when he's hung over I've never understood.) Any reason to go back to bed worked for me. I took a few strong painkillers as aspirin just doesn't work when I have been drinking like last night, and decided that as long as I wasn't going to be feeling any pain I'd like him do whatever he wanted. I didn't get out of bed again until just now. (John is still sound asleep as I write this.) I am still feeling no pain due to the pills I took, but bet I will have trouble sitting down for the next few days. John will likely be on an airplane east and I'll be sitting on an icepack by this time tomorrow.