The Third Wheel: Part 1 [MFF][Str8]

This story is fictional, although it is based on my fantasies about my wife’s best friend and some elements of the story are based on real experiences. I wish it was all true.

It is very long…once I started I couldn’t stop. I hope you enjoy!

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I knew something was up when my wife Sharon met me at the door the second i got home from work. She had something to say and she needed to get it out in a hurry. “What are you doing this weekend?” She blurted out. I actually had to work a bit on Saturday morning, but she seemed so excited and my curiosity was piqued and i didn’t want to dampen her mood.

“You tell me”, I smiled.

“Erin and John have their uncle’s cabin for the weekend and they invited us! You remember it, right? It has a pool table, hot tub, fireplace….what do you think? I was hoping you could take a half day on Friday and we could get there in time for dinner.”

“Sounds perfect.” I responded. It had been years since we were last at that cabin. I think it was for a New Years Eve party. It was in the middle of nowhere, but it was fixed up nicely. It had a great rustic feel but with all the modern amenities. When it was stocked with food and booze, it was an amazing place to be. We hadn’t been away for awhile, so this was a great time to go back. “I do have some work to do on Saturday, but i can get one of the other guys to cover. Is it just going to be the four of us?”

“Yeah, Erin wanted to keep it small. I’ll text her right now and let her know we’re in. Yay!”

My wife and Erin had known each other from grade school and were very close. I knew Erin since about a week after I started dating my wife. We had become very close too. She actually lived with us for about a year after she got divorced in her late 20’s. She had moved out of state because of her husband’s job and after the divorce she wanted to move back home but didn’t want to move back in with her parents. We invited her to stay with us. The three of us always got along well, and I think we all looked back at that year as a fun time in our lives. Erin was really miserable in her marriage, so a fresh start and some time to relax was ideal at that point in her life.

She didn’t work for the first few weeks, and she was still young, so she was really living it up. We all joked that it was like she was back in college. I remember many mornings awkwardly saying hello to a half naked man who was drinking coffee in our kitchen after a night with Erin. One time, there was a guy who was totally naked. My wife did a double take when she walked in on him. He thought it was Erin’s place and had no idea we lived there. He still hadn’t bothered putting clothes on by the time I had made it into the kitchen for breakfast. Erin was still asleep and there was my wife, having a casual conversation with a completely naked stranger. She said it didn’t faze her but I distinctly remember her complementing Erin profusely on the quality of her one night stand and then initiating sex with me that night. Erin was a very a wild girl, especially back in those days. She was actually the only other woman besides my wife that I have seen naked (if you don’t count strippers) and she was the only other woman to see me naked. I had low self esteem in high school and never had sex during those awkward four years. When I met Sharon in my junior year of college, I finally lost my virginity. Sharon was six years older than me. I was 20 and she was 26. I had an internship my junior year at the company where she worked. We worked pretty closely and became really good friends and then got romantically involved. I had no idea that she was so much older at the time, but it didn’t really bother me anyway. And when I had to go back to school the next semester, she had no problem with dating a college kid.

The first time Erin saw me naked was very much an accident. My wife and I had spontaneous sex at about 3 in the morning. Neither one of us could sleep so we decided on a quickie. Afterwards my wife wanted a glass of water and when I couldn’t find my boxers she told me to just go naked. Erin had to be sound asleep, she reasoned. Well, when i turned the light in the kitchen on, it woke Erin who had fallen asleep on the couch while watching tv. I had no idea she was there when I stepped out from behind the counter and I was so startled I almost dropped the glass of ice water I was carrying. I yelped and half of the water splashed out onto me. She laughed so hard and i could only imagine how ridiculous I must have looked– completely naked, and nearly jumping out of my skin. Her laughter was so loud that my wife had come out to see what all the commotion was. Of course she had stopped to put a robe on, so there I was, completely naked while the two of them, fully clothed, had a big laugh at my expense.

The next day I saw Erin naked and that was definitely intentional. We were sitting around the dining room table having breakfast around noon on that lazy Saturday. None of us had showered yet. My wife was still naked under her robe, I had found my boxers from the night before and Erin was barely clad in panties and a t-shirt, her favorite outfit for lounging around the house in the a.m.. They were both still teasing me about the night before and Erin was relentless about seeing me naked. I guess I was coming across as bitter and wasn’t taking the teasing well because Erin scolded me that I was being childish about the whole thing. She said it wasn’t a big deal and they were only teasing because i let it bother me. Then to prove her point she stepped out of her panties and yanked the t-shirt over her head. I was speechless as she sat back down to finish her breakfast completely naked. My wife just started to giggle and said “I guess you showed him.”

Years later we were at a Fourth of July party at Erin’s parent’s house. It was late and all of the guests had left. Sharon and I stayed behind to help clean. After Erin’s parents went to bed, we decided to have one last drink. We sat by the pool, drinks in hand, and Erin lamented the fact that she hadn’t had a chance to swim the whole day. She had been too busy helping with the party. It was a very hot and humid night, so a swim sounded like a great idea to all three of us right then. However Erin said she didn’t feel like putting on a bathing suit. Sharon and I had gone swimming earlier and while i was still wearing my trunks, Sharon had changed out of her suit. She didn’t feel like changing into hers again either so she suggested we all just skinny dip. She didn’t hesitate to strip down to nothing and Erin did too. I watched intently as both girls disrobed and then eased into the water. They both turned to egg me on and I peeled off my trunks as they watched and i settled into the water next to them. We were probably only in the water for about thirty minutes or so, but it was exhilirating. The water felt great on my naked skin, but even better was the inadvertent touching. I accidentally grazed Erin’s naked ass with my hand as I swam by her. She accidentally bumped into me at one point– her naked breasts pressed into my back. Then Sharon fully embraced me and we locked lips as she reached down to see if I had an erection. She pulled her hand away after confirming that I did and she gave me a sly smile, knowing I was enjoying this twice as much as either of them. My dick stayed hard while we all decided to get out. We totally hadn’t counted on the air feeling much colder as we were dripping wet, and none of us had a towel. We decided to give it a few minutes for our bodies to air dry before we got dressed. My wife embraced me to stay warm and extended an open arm to Erin to come join us. She squeezed in close to us, our naked wet bodies pressed together when my hard cock pressed into her hip. She hadn’t realized until then that I was hard and as she pulled away she gave me a playful smack on the ass and called me a pig. My wife laughed and took hold of my cock slowly stroking it. She told Erin not to worry because she could make it go away in about 30 seconds. They both laughed and I even shocked myself when i said to Erin “It will go even faster if you help.” Without hesitation, Erin moved closer and reached one hand behind me, rubbing my butt. I clenched at first, but when i eased up her fingers softly slid between my cheeks. Sharon must have divulged our secrets to her at some point because she knew exactly what was she was doing when one of her fingers firmly pressed onto my asshole. She found my weakness. I hit the point of no return, right then. My wife was stroking the whole time and I came right then in front of the two of them, moaning uncontrollably as my wife milked me dry. It wasn’t under 30 seconds, but it wasn’t much longer than that. My wife could sense that I was a little embarrassed so she looked up at me and gave me a soft, reassuring kiss.

That night when Sharon and I went to bed I broached the subject of a threesome with Erin. Sharon and I both fantasized about a MFF threesome and that night seemed like a good time to bring it up. She instantly shot down the idea. Erin was her best friend, she said. It would be awkward. Too weird. I was disappointed in her response but then she said something that completely lifted my spirits. “I don’t care if you two did it, though. That would be completely up to the two of you….I wouldn’t mind.” I went to sleep that night with all sorts of sexy scenarios racing through my mind. What would Erin’s pussy taste like? How would it feel when I pushed my dick into her. What noises did she make in bed? How would her manicured nails look wrapped around my shaft? When and how would I make my move?

Two weeks later Erin met the man who would become her second husband. John was a tall, handsome, successful civil engineer. He was older than her, in his mid 40’s when they met. He is a nice enough guy, and I get along okay with him, but we don’t really have much in common. He isn’t into sports or pop culture like I am. When the four of us went out, I would spend most of the time talking with our spouses. Erin fell completely in love with him, though. A few short years after they met, and despite vowing never to remarry after her disaster of a first marriage, Erin and John tied the knot. That was seven years ago, and we’re all still friends. (Even though I still secretly really wanted to fuck Erin.)

Friday rolled around and I worked from home that morning so I Sharon and I could leave as soon as possible. It was about a three hour drive to the cabin. Sharon had prepared a cooler with some steaks and sides, and of course we were bringing a generous amount of alcohol. The plan was to get up to the cabin, throw the steaks on the grill and have a delicious steak dinner and polish off a few bottles of wine. John had to work a couple hours later than me, so we were going to have dinner ready by the time he and Erin arrived. I was packed and ready to go when Sharon’s phone rang. It was Erin. I could only hear Sharon’s side of the conversation, but it didn’t sound like good news. I waited on bringing my bag out to the car just in case. Sharon hung up and turned toward me. “Slight change of plans. John has to work late tonight. I guess his company closed on some big deal sooner than expected and he has to attend some meetings. They were just going to drive up in the morning, but I asked Erin to come with us tonight. She might as well. No sense in her waiting for John when we have room in the car for her.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. That sucks for John, but at least we’ll see him tomorrow.”

We swung by Erin’s house a half hour later and of course she wasn’t ready. She texted Sharon for us to come inside and wait. She walked out of the bedroom in a robe and her hair wrapped in a towel. “So sorry guys,” she said “I just got out of the shower but I’m almost done packing. Joe, if you don’t mind, can you take the cooler and that bag there?” She pointed to them and I obliged. Sharon had told her that she was taking care of tonight’s dinner and Erin told her she would bring some stuff for breakfast and lunch on Saturday and Sunday. We planned on going out on Saturday night for dinner. There were a few restaurants to pick from within about a half hour of the cabin. The cooler was much heavier than expected, but I managed on my own and squeezed it into the trunk. Erin would have to put her other stuff on the back seat with her because we couldn’t possibly cram anything else into the trunk. When I walked back into the house i could hear the two of them talking and laughing in the bedroom. We’ve all been so busy lately, it was nice to be getting together and getting away for a weekend. Over the past year, we really haven’t seen each other much. The two of them were obviously in a great mood now. I sat on the couch and as I reached for the remote Erin came hustling out of the bedroom in just her panties and a tee. “Don’t mind me!” she exclaimed as she headed for the laundry room. She was 42 years old and she still had an amazing ass. She put on a few pounds since I had first met her, but those pounds only accentuated her curves and made her even sexier. I couldn’t stop staring as she bent over to get her jeans out of the dryer. She was wearing plain, white, cotton panties but they were so sheer that I might as well have been staring at her naked. Her back to me, she pulled the jeans on and buttoned them. They fit her ass perfectly and I was just barely able to look away in time before she turned around. As she hurried past me to the bedroom, I looked up and she flashed me a smile. I wondered if she knew how horny she had made me and if she got off on teasing me with her panty-clad ass. The two of them were laughing back in the bedroom again and I wondered if maybe they were talking about me– knowing how hot and bothered it made me seeing Erin prancing around scantily clad like she did way back when the three of us lived together. The laughter quickly faded and I could hear just quiet murmuring as they chatted and Erin finished gathering her things. They came out of the bedroom together and I was asked to take the suitcase from the bed and load it into the car. It was much heavier than needed for just a weekend trip, and I struggled to get it onto the back seat. We finally left– about forty-five minutes later than intended.

The drive was uneventful and mixed with small talk and excited musings about our plans for the weekend. We all pretty much planned on doing a lot of relaxing and eating and drinking. There was also some talk of snow tubing, as the cabin was surrounded by some hills that were perfect for it. Erin’s father and uncle used the cabin for hunting but neither John nor I hunted, so that wasn’t in the cards for us. We arrived at the cabin around 4 pm and snow was starting to lightly fall. There was already about 6 inches on the ground, but the driveway was fairly level and I didn’t have much trouble getting the car parked close to the house. There wasn’t much sense in shoveling any of it, since we were only there for a couple days, so we trudged up and down the snow-covered steps carrying all of our stuff in. As i was struggling with Erin’s suitcase, Sharon leaned in and whispered to me that Erin had packed every single sex toy that she owned. The bag didn’t feel quite so heavy anymore and I was slightly aroused. Once we were unpacked, I grilled the steaks while the girls prepared the sides. There was a gas grill on the wrap-around porch and after I cleaned all the snow off, i had the steaks cooked to perfection in no time. Dinner was excellent. We had mushrooms and asparagus and roasted potatoes along with the steaks and we easily finished off a bottle of red wine. Sharon was opening another bottle when Erin’s phone rang. It was John. She talked for a minute and then slowly walked into the back hallway for some privacy. Sharon gave me a concerned look. We cleaned off the table and did the dishes all while Erin was still on the phone. She finally walked back and poured herself another bottle of wine. “He’s not coming. We’re getting divorced.”

“What?!” Sharon and I exclaimed simultaneously. We were obviously shocked. “I’m so sorry, honey,” Sharon said as she embraced her.

“No, no….don’t worry…it’s all for the best.” Erin replied. “I have wanted this for months. Believe me…this marriage has been over for a long time. I’ve already come to terms with it. We don’t love each other anymore. We never have fun together anymore. It’s not that I hate him or anything. Not like that first asshole I married. I just think we got tired of each other and this marriage has run its course. He loves his work. He doesn’t love me. I told him this trip was a dumb idea, but he insisted we try getting away. When I refused, he suggested we invite you two. He thought maybe if it was the four of us, at least we would have some fun, and he and I could use it as a stepping stone to repairing this marriage. But guess where he is tonight?”

“Where?” Sharon asked.

“Work!” shouted Erin. “He really did go to an urgent meeting. This was his bright idea to come here, to try to spark something again, and he decided at the last minute that work was more important! Obviously, he’s as done with this marriage as I am! He finally realized it, though. He called between meetings and decided it would be best if he stayed home this weekend.” She quickly downed her glass of wine and poured herself another.

“I can’t believe you never let on!” said Sharon. “I thought you two were fine. You know you could have talked to me about it.”

“I know. I just didn’t want to say anything until it was really over. Just in case we did make it work. I feel so bad guys, I was hoping we could at least enjoy this weekend. I should probably see if I can get a cab to the bus station.”

“What? Don’t be silly.” Sharon said. “We can go home with you if you really want to go.”

“No, no…I don’t want to ruin your weekend! You guys stay!”

“Then you’re staying!”

“Are you sure? I feel like such a third wheel now.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! We want you to stay! It’ll be boring with just me and Joe! Let’s all have some fun! Besides, it’s YOUR uncle’s cabin.”

“You guys are so awesome.” Erin took another sip of wine. “Well, let’s get our bathing suits on. I’m getting drunk in the hot tub!”

A half hour later, the three of us were in the hot tub, laughing and carrying on. Erin actually seemed genuinely happy, although it may have been the wine. She was on her fifth or sixth glass and she was not slowing down. “You guys,” she joked, “You know now that I’m getting divorced again, I’m going to need to move back in with you!” We all had a good laugh at that one. The stars were a beautiful sight that night, even through the crisp, cold night air. We found ourselves all quietly looking up at them. “I feel so bad”, Erin remarked. “You guys should be having such a romantic time right now. You could be out here naked right now!” Sharon and I just laughed.

“We can still get naked,” Sharon slyly responded. We all laughed.

Erin chimed in. “Remember the time we went skinny dipping at my parents house!” Her eyes lit up as she said it.

“I remember it very well.” I said quietly. The girls laughed and my wife leaned in to kiss me. The look in her eyes was mischievous as she smiled at me and I knew she was thinking of something naughty. She had plenty of wine already, and she was in a playful mood.

“You first, honey.” She said. “C’mon…let’s see that dick.”

“Yeah!” Erin shouted. “We’re short one dick tonight, and I need to see some.”

Not that I needed to be coerced, but I had no choice anyway with them shouting and demanding that I take my trunks off. Even with the alcohol and the shrinkage, I could feel my cock was semi-hard as I stood up and slowly stripped naked. The girls shrieked and clapped, making a lot of commotion. I made a big production out of it and waved my trunks over my head and threw them as far as I could into the snow, and they got even louder. When they finally quieted down, my wife leaned over and whispered something to Erin. “Your turn now.” I told the two of them.

My wife and Erin stopped whispering to each other and both moved closer to me. “We will, honey”, my wife said to me as she firmly grabbed my cock. She started to stroke it with a huge grin on her face as I saw Erin reaching down between my legs. She gently cupped my balls and gave them a slight squeeze. Then her hand grabbed the bottom of my shaft while my wife stroked toward the tip. “Does that feel good, baby?” Sharon asked as she slowly and deliberately moved her hand up and down my cock. She then stopped to give Erin a turn and then they both alternated strokes. They kept getting faster and faster, perfectly alternating. My wife continued to tease in a breathy tone, “Are you going to cum for us? Are you going to let Erin watch you cum?” Erin smiled at me and looked me in the eyes. She pursed her lips and made a kissing motion toward me and my cock started pulsating and shooting cum. It was under water, so the girls couldn’t see, but they knew I was having an amazing orgasm. I was moaning loudly as Erin moved her hand away but my wife continued to stroke me relentlessly. My moaning turned to shouting as I begged for my wife to stop. My penis was entirely too sensitive and she was mercilessly playing with it, the two of them laughing at my reaction. I finally had to forcefully remove my wife’s hand. I was spent.

After I had cum, the two of them took their bikinis off. I instantly regretted shooting my load so early as I intently stared at their naked bodies. I wanted nothing more than to get hard again right then and there. i wondered if they had purposely made me cum before they got naked– thinking that I wouldnt be as aroused at their state of undress. Taming the beast, so to speak. It didnt work. As they tossed their bikinis off to the side and sat down again, enjoying the feel of the hot jets on their naked bodies, I was instantly horny again. Every chance i got, i stole glances at Erin’s body and imagined plunging my dick inside of her. i was aching for the chance to fuck her.

After a few more minutes in the tub, we decided to take a break from it. We all scurried inside, dripping naked and toweled off. We put on our robes and sat in front of the fireplace to get warm. i had the fire going earlier, but it had died down to embers so i added some more wood to get it blazing again. Erin was curled up in a chair closest to the fire and I joined my wife on the couch. I was still turned on from the hot tub and as she leaned into me, i softly kissed her on the forehead and then her cheek, and then we locked lips. We kissed for a few minutes when Erin announced that she was going to take a nap. I watched as she turned away from us, her robe riding up and revealing her long sexy legs up to her mid thighs.

Sharon and I began kissing more passionately and my hands slipped under her robe to caress her breasts. My mouth moved to her neck and I breathlessly kissed it while my fingers circled her nipples. Her hands found their way to my chest and she ran her fingers through my chest hair, softly moaning from my touches and kisses. My hands moved down to her hips, her robe wide open now exposing all of her glorious nakedness. We locked lips again, furiously kissing, both of us extremely turned on. Her hand grasped one of mine and moved it to her crotch, signaling that she wanted me to rub her wet pussy. I resisted, making her wait and teased her inner thigh instead. I firmly squeezed it, our lips still locked and i could hear her softly moan in approval. I let my fingers inch closer to her moistening pussy while my mouth moved to her nipples. I let my tongue dance around them, lightly touching them before I closed my lips around them and sucked them gently. My fingers now easing up and down her wet pussy, I sucked harder on her nipples. She reached down for my hard cock and whispered for me to fuck her. I had forgotten all about Erin just a few feet away, her back to us, as she lay in front of the crackling fire. My wife whispered again, loude, that she wanted to fuck, her hand still wrapped around my engorged cock. “Fuck me now” she said, not bothering to whisper this time. When i asked her if she wanted to go into the bedroom, she let her robe drop to the floor and pushed me down onto my back on the couch. Her naked body straddled mine and she lowered herself onto my cock. I could see Erin perfectly just to the left of my wife and I wondered if she was asleep. My wife didn’t seem to care as she slowly let my cock slide in and out of her, gasping with pleasure.

While she rode me, i reached up and pulled her closer so I could suck on her tits. Her hair cascaded around me as i moved in on her breasts and sucked them longingly. This was her favorite position for orgasming and I could tell she was getting close as she amped up the intensity with which she rode my cock. I did my best to stave off my own orgasm and lift my hips up into her to prevent my cock from accidentally sliding out. I didnt want anything to interrupt our rhythm and ruin her enjoyment. i was close to cumming and luckily i could tell that she was too. She was being loud. Much louder than usual, it seemed. I dont know if she was playing it up for Erin, or if fucking in the open, so close to her best friend, was making it that much more exciting for her. She was practically screaming now, and shuddering with orgasm. i was cumming too, shooting it up inside her, while stifling my own moans and grunts. I could feel my cock still jolting inside her as she collapsed onto me, smiling with tears of joy forming in her eyes. “I love you” she mouthed. My cock still inside her, growing soft, covered with her juices and my sticky cum. After a few minutes of gazing lovingly at each other, my wife nodded her head toward Erin and softly whispered to me “Is she awake?”.

We both turned to look at her and as if on queue, she turned toward us and playfully complained, “are you guys done yet? Damn you’re being so loud. Can’t a girl take a nap!”

I just laughed sheepishly and my wife responded “All done! You can nap now, we won’t bug you anymore!” My wife hadn’t moved. She was still atop of me, on her knees with her legs straddling my hips. Her ass and pussy were fully exposed to Erin with my soft dick still barely inside. I was very conscious of all this and it thrilled me knowing that Erin not only heard us making love, but that she was looking at us now– at our most intimate and vulnerable. Naked and exposed.

Erin stood up, her robe opening and she let it fall to the floor. “Well, I’m awake now. I might as well hit the hot tub again. Who’s joining me?”

I waited for my wife to respond affirmatively before I agreed and the three of us dashed naked across the back deck through the freezing temperatures and into the comfort of the hot tub. I was becoming more comfortable being casually naked in front of Erin and I wondered if I would ever put my clothes back on this weekend. Seeing Erin naked was still an extreme turn on, though, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get it up again that night. I wasn’t getting any younger and twice in one night was usually my max. Unless I masturbated. It seemed I could always have one more orgasm from masturbating no matter how many times I’d already came that day. I seriously contemplated studying Erin’s exposed breasts and excusing myself for the bathroom with the image seared into my brain and then quickly jerking off to it. Before I could excuse myself, my wife announced that she had to pee and then she stood up, water dripping from her naked body and tiptoed barefoot across the deck and back into the house. I was alone with Erin. The two of us naked. I suddenly felt very aware.

“You’ve been very adventurous tonight.” Erin blurted out as she pointed to my swimming trunks still lying in the white snow a good thirty feet away.

“Yeah, it’s been fun.” I paused. “I’m still really sorry about John though. It sucks about you two breaking up. Him not being here.” I felt like an idiot. I didn’t know what to say.

“Please,” she smiled, “No more talk about that. I just want to take my mind off of him this weekend. I do miss his dick, though. I was hoping we would at least have some great sex this weekend. He has a nice dick. Huge. Some nights it was just nice to have that dick inside of me even though I knew I didn’t love him anymore.” She stopped. “Oh, god….I think I’m embarrassing you!”

My face must have been visibly red. “No,” I lied, “I don’t mind.” She just giggled and then we sat quietly for a couple minutes until my wife came back out.

“I was embarrassing your husband talking about John’s dick” Erin told her as she lowered herself into the tub right next to her, and across from me.

“Oh, he has a great dick” my wife said.

“What?” I replied, dumbfounded.

They both laughed. “She showed me pictures. It’s big. Huge and thick. Sorry honey, you have a cute dick and I love it– but he has at least two inches on you.”

Erin nodded. “Yeah, we’ve compared pictures of you two and we think it’s about two inches difference.”

“You’ve seen pictures of mine?” I was stunned.

“Of course.” my wife responded as she laughed. “It was for science. We were comparing dicks.” They laughed again. I know I am exactly 6 inches long and that meant that John was at least 8, if their crude science was correct. I knew I was a little on the small side, but I felt even smaller right then. I was suddenly very glad that John and Erin were getting divorced. I would hate knowing that she was getting pounded with 8 hard inches while my wife had to settle for mine. They must have known that I was pondering about it because my wife reached her foot out onto my crotch and playfully rubbed my package from side to side.

“Oh, honey, you know you’re the perfect size for me!” she said in a slightly condescending baby-talk voice. It did make me feel a little better though.

“At least you have a dick to play with this weekend,” Erin frowned and feigned sadness. “I’ll be playing with my vibrator in bed tonite…all by my lonesome.”

“Oh honey”, Sharon hugged her. Then she joked, “Do you want me to come join you and keep you company?”

“Yes.” Erin deadpanned. “I want you to put a vibrator in my ass, and two in my pussy, while i rub a vibrator on my tits and you sing me a lullaby to sleep.” They both laughed and hugged each other.

“What about Joe” my wife said, continuing the bit. “Do you want him to help too?”

“Yes. I want him to rub my feet. With his dick.” She could barely finish as they both started laughing again. “And then I want him to cum in my hair. So i don’t need any conditioner in the morning.” I was amused, but also slightly annoyed. Why couldn’t my dick be up her ass instead of the vibrator?

“You certainly brought enough toys” my wife said, after wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.

“Oh god.” Erin replied “I never know what I’ll be in the mood for. I brought my vibrators, my handcuffs, my butt plugs, my strap on…”

“Strap on!” my wife exclaimed. “I must have missed that one while you were packing.”

“Oh i brought it. For sure. I was hoping to fuck John in that gorgeous ass of his one last time.” They both laughed again and my wife clapped her hands a couple times. I was glad that I wasn’t the only guy who enjoyed some ass-play. I’ve never actually been fucked with a strap-on, though, but the idea of it intrigued me.

“I guess i will have to just use Joe’s ass” Erin said as she looked at me, as if she was reading my mind.

Sharon was having fun with this now. “Oh he’s never had a strap-on up his butt. Just a little finger. You might have to wait till he’s asleep. Or maybe we’ll slip something in his drink? Then we’ll take turns.” They both laughed again, obviously a little drunk and far too relaxed.

“Poor Joe”, Erin said. “Stuck here with us two crazy bitches. We’re going to wake up tomorrow and his car will be gone!” More laughter.

I needed a drink. “I’m going to make myself a drink” I announced. “You two are cut off, though.” I stepped out of the hot tub and Erin did the same.

“Oh, I’ll come too. I need to make my special martini for me and Sharon. And i have to go pee!”

We both entered the cabin. Even though it was very warm inside, our naked bodies were shivering. For a second while we were toweling off I thought about hugging her for warmth and she was standing so close and facing me that I thought she might actually do it too. We didnt though and she walked off with the towel around her waist toward the bathroom. I decided to forgo the towel and walked naked to the bar, still shivering slightly. I filled a glass with ice and bourbon and topped it off with a little bit of club soda. The buzz from the wine had worn off and wanted it back as soon as possible. i took a sip and wondered if i should wait for Erin when she finally came out of the bathroom. She headed straight for me and without comment dropped a small blue pill into my drink. I knew exactly what it was. John was in his fifties and this had to be his viagra.

“Drink up” Erin said. “I want to play.” She let her towel drop to the floor letting me get a great look at her stunning body.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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