Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Except, judging by the looks on Mason and Carlos' faces, the boys had both seen more than enough. Even Tara was giving her older sister an appreciative look.

Once Kate was covered, I followed her into the tub. I made sure to bob across to the far side, so I was sitting next to my wife. That put me between Kate and Mason, facing Tara. Carlos was on my other side. The tub was huge -- we could have easily fit another four people in there. The last twenty-four hours had taught me that was not a comforting thought.

I forced my nerves back down. Made myself lean back and soak it in. The only sounds outside were the rousing birds, the wind lightly playing in the leaves, and the loud, rumbling bubbles of the hot tub. I looked out to the horizon where the sun, a sliver of bright orange-pink, began to creep up into full view. The backyard was quite secluded -- I could make out the beginnings of another house in the distance, but that was all. "This is so peaceful," Kate said, "I'm glad you suggested it, Tara."

"Uh huh," the redhead said. Her head was lolled back. Arms and legs spread. Her response was oddly distracted, and it didn't take much for Kate and I both to realize what was going on. "Oh my God, are they...?" Kate whispered in my ear.

Both Carlos and Mason were right next to Tara on either side. Both had one hand below the bubbling water. I didn't need to dunk my head under to see what was going on. As we watched, both Tara's hands slipped down. The boys both stiffened and groaned.

"Wow," Kate said.

"Look like fun?" I asked. My wife shot me a dirty look.

I slid my own hand into the water and found the spot between Kate's legs. To my surprise, she spread them easily. I ran my hand up and down her panty-covered slit. Kate did nothing as I began to stroke her bare pussy in the same hot tub where her sister was getting matching treatment from two strange guys.

Speaking of what Tara was receiving, I wondered if I could get what she had, as well. I don't know how I was horny. I have no idea how I was hard. But I knew what I wanted. I used my spare hand to bring Kate's dainty fingers down to my crotch. My wife beamed at me, knowingly, and she squeezed my cock through my boxers.

Kate's warm palm felt good on my dick, even around the underwear. Water is surprisingly not slippery, however, and I think both of us were rubbing each other off more out of a strange politeness than any actual pleasure.

I heard a groan and looked across the water. Tara wasn't even trying to hide it anymore -- her freckled, skinny arms overtly pumped up and down as she worked both men over in rhythm. Her chest and cheeks were flushed, and I knew it wasn't from the temperature of the tub, either.

I glanced over at Kate, not sure what her reaction to all this would be. She was getting rubbed in public, watching while her little sister got off, as well. To my surprise, Kate looked entranced. Totally enraptured by what was going on around her. What she and I were sharing.

"I..." Tara gasped, "I'm gonna..."

"Oh hey, Babe, I didn't realize you were out here."

The whole jacuzzi froze mid-masturbation and looked up to the deck. Of all the people I'd seen so far that morning, this was the biggest surprise of all.

It was Jesse, Tara's husband. The man who'd started this whole thing in the first place. Sure, it wasn't his party -- he wasn't the one who'd invited us -- but it had been his demands, his desires, that had started us down this path.

If Jesse hadn't told Tara that he wanted an open marriage, she'd never have said it to Kate. And Kate wouldn't have mentioned it to Vanessa. And none of us would be here. That made Jesse a kind of pervy pied piper.

And yet he'd been amazingly absent from almost all of our evening's adventures. Weirdly, I'd kind of forgotten about him. He'd become abstract in my mind. Tara's husband. Yet, clearly, he'd been there the whole time. Seeing him now was like the bill coming due at the end of an indulgent dinner. We all knew it was coming, but somehow we were all still disappointed when it was delivered.

Jesse stood on the deck, casually pinching a cigarette like he was surveying his domain. He was in full dirtbag mode, his brown hair hanging long over his shoulders. His shirt was off, revealing a surprisingly cut, yet mostly skinny, chest. I could see the length of his fully tattooed arms -- a rolling kaleidoscope of blues and greens. He was wearing a pair of mirror sunglasses; I had no idea where he'd gotten them from.

In his non-smoking hand, Jesse was cupping the ass of a bony blonde. I'd been so shocked by his arrival, I hadn't noticed her till that moment. The woman was beyond skinny and wearing a pink tank top, bikini-cut black panties, and nothing else. Her left shoulder was tattooed with an oversized, coiled snake -- sliding and slithering its way down her arm. Her hair was so light, it was nearly white, and she'd cut it sharp to right below her ears.

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The blonde grabbed the cig out of Jesse's hand and took a long puff. She too, had on sunglasses, so I couldn't see her eyes. I didn't need them to know she was looking at all of us with a cool detachment. I wasn't sure where this woman had come from or who she was, but I was now certain that Jesse had found his soulmate.

Tara dropped her head back and glared upside down at her husband. If looks could banish, Jesse would already be in the twenty-fifth dimension, so far from reality that even quarks and quantums would be unable to reach him. Jesse, however, read his wife's glower as an invitation. Wordlessly, he took one last puff on his cigarette, then idly stubbed it out on the railing of the deck. He ambled over to the spa, stripping off his jean shorts as he went, revealing a long, pale, skinny penis that flopped limply against his leg as he walked. I half expected it to be tattooed, as well.

Jesse's blonde followed after him, undressing in the same languid way. Her small, thin boobs were capped by nipples that were so light pink I could barely see them. The left had a barbell piercing in it and the metal glinted in the early sun. Her pussy was completely shaved. I noticed a tiny turquoise butterfly tattoo floating right above her mons.

The two of them slipped into the hot tub, wordlessly. Jesse knew better than to try sitting with Tara. Instead, he slunk across the tub, and settled between me and Carlos. He fixed his sunglasses as he sat down. His girl sat next to him on his far side.

"This is Lil," he said, noticing my attention on the girl. He turned to her. "That's my sister-in-law and her husband."

"Hey," Lil said, giving us a half wave.

It was like the weirdest Thanksgiving ever.

"What a night, huh?" Jesse said. I think he was talking to me, though being honest, I can't say for the life of me why.