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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.