As usual Steve and Tom availed themselves of the opportunity to eye up Emma’s chest as they all sat and drank in the hot tub. It was the least she could let them off for, given the noise they put up with when she and James fucked. A few beers in and the inevitable jokes began.
“How was she last night, bro?” Steve raises a bottle to James, giggling. The brother shakes his head in derision, not answering.
“That bad, huh?” Tom chuckles, grinning at Emma. She raises her eyebrows at him; “nah; she sounds like a good slut” he winks at her, “nobody would come back that often if she wasn’t”.
“He does like to use her good” Steve looks over at Emma hungrily, “And lets face it who can blame him”.
Emma sits and blushes a little, keeping quiet but inwardly proud that they know she’s a good lay. The joking continues, making her secretly a little horny, hoping for another chance for some fun later that evening.