040. The Lake House | part 4

It's very quiet in there, not a sound heard except for the water flowing gently and the hiss of the pipes. I move closer. It was the idea of the owners' wife to remove the glass doors from the side of the tub because she said it was too uncomfortable for her to lean on when pleasuring him or when washing the dog. Therefore, he installed a rod to hold the shower curtain she made. Well; needless to say, the curtain she'd made wasn't see through.

I move closer, listening in the back of my mind for the timer; no one likes soggy noodles in any kind of dish. I rush back to the kitchen to check and when discovering I still have about seven minutes I head back to the bathroom. I'm more courageous this time, not stopping until I reach the shower curtain that separates my heated flesh from theirs. With a trembling hand, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I pull the curtain over and peek in.

Holy mother of God! My eyes widen and my gaze fixes on the scene before me. I fully expected one to be going down on the other at this point. I wasn't prepared for this. They were so passionate, so fucking hot. The temptation to forgo dinner and just jump in with them bit at my balls, but my love for my wife got the better of me and I remained a bystander, but only for this one time; making that deal with myself to help ease the pressure building in my groin.

Okay! Okay, you're probably screaming at me to get back to the shower scene, so here you have it…
Tracey has one hand caressing my wife's face, her fingers barely in her hair, while the other is massaging a very hard nipple. Lather cascading down her curves and whirlpools into the drain at their feet. Sam has one hand clenched on Tracey's ass, her nails digging in softly and her other hand caressing her back. These two women are sharing the most erotic kiss one could ever imagine.

At that moment, I know this is the most wonderful gift I could have ever given my wife and I leave her the privacy she so rightly deserves. As I close the curtain to head back to the kitchen I hear Sam growl, "Thanks baby, you will definitely get yours later." Then silence invited my imagination to more fantasies as I head for the kitchen.

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"Oh dinner was absolutely delicious, Max."

Sam snickered at the comment Tracey just made and I knew exactly what she was thinking. Dinner is always delicious when one enjoys dessert beforehand. I watch Tracey rub her stomach after her last helping of spaghetti, thinking to myself…oh that poor girl. She must not be used to home cooked meals. It was just baked spaghetti for crying-out-loud. But, the compliment did make me feel good and with that, I begin to clear the table.

"Here, let me help you with these."

Normally, I would have accepted an offer like that, but after that shower scene and watching Tracey fidget in her seat all during the meal I know this clean up is something I should do alone. Hell, I can see it now…I get her in the kitchen and she bends over to place the dishes in the sink and wham! Off come my shorts then one hand fumbles with her skirt as the other moves up her back to caress her hair. Um - - I think I'm making the right decision, don't you?

"Hey, thanks for the offer, but I have everything under control in here. Why don't you girls go relax outside by the fire?" It's as if a skunk has gotten lose in here because the two women do an about-face and giggle their way to the deck, in a flash. Being the loving husband that I am and knowing how much Sam loves to sit by a crackling fire in the evenings, I had taken the liberty of starting one in the Durango chiminea out on the deck.

I join the women on the deck after I cleared the table and loaded all the dishes into the dishwasher. "I hope I'm not interrupting something personal," I say, when I slide the patio door closed with my free hand; my other hand is balancing a tray of cold drinks. Once I'm seated and the drinks are passed out, a crimson glow covers Tracey's face; she's definitely getting nervous now.

Out of nowhere, she blurts out; "So, what is it that you two want to discuss with me? The tension is killing me, damn it!" Her tone sounding more harsh than intended and she blushes again. A giggle escapes her lips and eases the tension once again.

My gaze catches Sam's as she looks to me, as if to take the lead, but I want to hear her say the words. Knowing what she has in mind, I nod; giving her the go ahead, instead.

"Well, Tracey, Max and I love your company and would like to know if we could make this a reoccurring event."

Now, Sam is the one blushing. Her words hadn't come out like she rehearsed in her mind over and over again, but she did get the point across.

"Oh God, I love you guys. How can I refuse an offer like this." She righted herself and sauntered toward me. I stood to extend my appreciation of her decision and grab a quick kiss along the way. Next, she slides over to Sam repeating the process. Instead of returning to her Adirondack chair, she cozy's up in the oversized bench opposite the chair and with that "come hither" look, motions both Sam and myself to join her.

"I love the idea of this, but I do have some questions, if you don't mind." Her hands clasp Sam's then mine before she begins once again. "I'm curious as to how often this will reoccur."

Now mind you, if it were me answering this question I would just have her move right in the moment we arrived back home, but since this was Sam's idea, I will allow her to set the times. To my amazement not to mention hers, Sam offers my thoughts, exactly; but then laughs it off.
"Actually, I was thinking every weekend, with an occasional weeknight for special situations, like a birthday or what have you; but if that's too often for you, I do understand." Her hands clench ours.

"This is just too perfect. I mean there I was, coerced into attending that party last weekend and then I saw you and a long time fantasy of mine awakened, making me hot as hell. Then I met Max and listened carefully to his offer for this weekend. I had come to accept that my fantasy was going to stay just that, a fantasy; and now, here you are telling me it will finally become reality. I love the two of you so much I could just scream."

"Well, instead of screaming, why don't you join Sam and me for a walk along the water and we can discuss the details as we go?" I had to break this scene up or I knew one of them would break out crying. Tracey was quite emotional as she shared her past and envisioned her future. I could see tears well in Sam's eyes and just knew I had to do something.

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To be continued...

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