“You girls are very bad, you know.” I teased back, once more leaning down for another kiss.
She pulled away after a short while. “OK, stud muffin, I think you’re over the limit at the moment.” She smiled at me, “C’mon, admit it, don’t you think it would be hot to have all three of us couples going at it like teenagers, in the same room? You could be banging your poor wife senseless, and look over and see me riding Jack like there’s no tomorrow. Watch Robin take Dan’s cock in her mouth and suck him like a Hoover. Doesn’t that sound at least a little fun?”
“Shit yeah. I just never would have expected it.” I confessed.
“Dreamed, yes. Fantasized, yes. But expected, I guess not. But all this bare flesh is getting to all of us. We better get back, though, before they start wondering about us, and before they can get in too much trouble on their own!” She laughed and walked back to the big bike, the sway in her ass a cry for attention I was dying to answer.
* * *
Back at the cabin I dropped off the axe at the shed, and went looking for a little lunch. I was quickly made aware that I was too dirty to be in the house, and too clothed. Peeking in, I found that Jill was dropping her pants at the entrance.
I turned to head down to the water, and found myself catching the edge of a conversation.
“C’mon, tell us.”
“I swear! I didn’t lay a finger on his thing.”
“You were gone over an hour; you mean to tell us you did nothing?” Sheri teased.
“Well, no, not nothing.” I peeked in at the window, and saw Jill peel her shirt off.
“You little slut!” Robin laughed, “I knew you’d go over the limit.”
“Just a little,” Jill confessed, and I quietly moved away, stripped off my boots and pants, and headed down for a dip.
Halfway there I could see that Dan and Jack were parked on the shore, with fishing rods out, working the edges of the dock. I didn’t know what they expected to catch in the hottest part of the day, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
“How’s the road?” Dan called out as I walked out on the dock, preparing to cool off.
“Muddy, wet and overgrown. But almost passable now.” I told him. I paused while walking out realizing that I didn’t even feel awkward walking by the two of them, all three of us naked as the day we were born.
I took a few more steps. “One more branch to clear out and this sun should do the rest by tomorrow afternoon.” Any response was missed as I dove, slicing through the water toward the platform. The swimming took the kinks out of my muscles, and I did a couple of laps: out, around the platform and back again.
When I climbed the dock ladder, I felt immensely better. Cleaner, refreshed, and relaxed. And not a whit less horny.
I stretched out on the dock, soaking up the heat once more. Dan and Jack were still making a half-assed effort at fishing, but seemed to be spending more time just gabbing. Kind of unusual for guys who didn’t tend to be all that chatty.
“What do you say, Alex?” Dan said. “Do the girls seem to be acting a little squirrelly to you?”
“Squirrelly? They are acting like they’re in heat,” I laughed. “Your wives, both of them, have been acting sexier, hornier and wilder than I’d ever have thought possible. They are merciless teases today. It must be some kind of tequila overload. I’m never buying cheap tequila again, if the good stuff produces this kind of reaction!”