040. The Lake House | part 8

"Aaah, yes. The perfect wake-me-up! This water feels great, quite invigorating."

To my surprise, the shower curtain slides open just enough for Sam to join me. Naked and aroused she presses against my chest, "And here I was thinking this would be the perfect wake-me-up." With that, she slithers down my legs and without using her hands, engulfs my now raging cock head in her mouth.

"Oh dear God, woman. You are fantastic!" My whisper, well, more of a growl escapes my parted lips as I gasp for air. Yes, Sam takes my breath away and knows exactly what turns me on and this is one thing that does the trick for me.

With the spray of water splashing off my chest and onto her face, Sam sucks me in, but just the head for now. She knows how hot I get when she runs the tip of her tongue just below the rim. I had already begun to lather up and try to rinse as much of the suds away as possible, but it doesn't seem to be bothering her at the moment. Damn, she's so sexy with those little bubble splatters on her cheeks. I want to wipe them off, but am afraid I will lose my balance and fall on top of her.

She has me so hard at this point and I want to come, but I also want to thank her for this special treat. I allow her to have her way with me, to get my cock as hard as possible before I beckon her to me. I turn her around; she loves this and now I brace the palms of her hands on the wall, ordering her not to move them. She will comply because she knows what's to come. I pull her ass toward me, forcing her to bend for me. Spreading her legs with my foot I position her perfect for a good ass fucking. I know she's ready when she taunts me with her sexy little sway.

I lather up the head of my shaft and aiming directly for that tight pucker I dive in. the heat from the water, along with the rich lather makes penetration quick and easy. Sam pushes her ass against my groin, "Oh God, yes baby. Deeper, harder…fuck me." Her breath escaping quicker than she can replace it. I had her brace herself for the sole reason of keeping our balance when I lean forward and capture her nipples in my slick fingers. It's difficult to grasp onto them hard, but in my attempt it makes her nipples quite sensitive. The faster I grasp the louder she moans.

"Shhh, we don't want to wake Tracey, do we?"

"No. I want you all to myself right now. I am loving my time with her, but I miss our time together as well."

That confession has my balls tightening and with one final attempt to capture Sam's nipples, I explode into her. My thrusts don't stop until she's milked me dry. With my cock still embedded in her ass I slip one hand between her legs while the other continues its assault of her hardened buds, alternating between the two. With my hand between her thighs I know I don't have to stimulate her clit because I can feel her juices already coating my fingers so I slide two of them into her pussy and thrust until she comes. Her muscles draw my fingers deeper during her orgasm and I continue to stimulate her sensitive spot, making her orgasm last forever. Well, as long as she can handle it before she screams, begging me to stop so she can breathe.

After she regains her composure we wash each other; the thick, rich lather aids our fingers to glide smoothly over sensitive areas and around curves and contours. First I let her rinse and I help the water reach between her thighs. When she finishes, I rinse and then we both dry the other off.

Sam returns to the bedroom and slips back into the bed right beside Tracey as I head for the kitchen.

About thirty minutes has passed since my shower and dinner is just about done when I hear the girls giggling down the stairs. "Mmmmm, something smells decadent. What are you trying to do to us, Max?" Tracey's voice slightly seductive. She's quite good at that and I have noticed since she's been here that Sam has picked up on it a little more too. I'm like putty in their hands when I hear that tone.

"If you two will help set the table, I can finish up here and dinner won't get burned." I swat the dishrag at their ass cheeks as they saunter past me to get to the cupboards; then again, when they head to the table.

The morning storm passed while we were sleeping and it made for quite a pleasant evening, low humidity and a warm gentle breeze. The women set the table out on the deck, placing two placemats facing each other and another one on the end. I wasn't quite sure where they wanted me to sit, but I didn't have to worry about that once I'd brought the food out. Tracey and Sam had already taken their seats, across from each other. The table wasn't very large, longer than wide; so the two sitting face to face have perfect contact with my legs as well as their own.

I hated to say anything, but I am kind of sexed out and I'm looking forward to a quiet evening in front of the fire or perhaps watching a movie with my two favorite women, after dinner. Much to my surprise, as soon as everyone had finished and pushed their plates away, Sam and Tracey volunteered to clean up while I relaxed. My first thought, I wonder what they have in store for me later? Well, it seems I don't have to wait for the later because they are ready now. Tracey saunters over to me, her hands on my shoulders and whispers in my ear, "Enjoy the show, baby" as she glances up at Sam with a wicked look about her.

I watch eagerly, in anticipation. Nothing seems out of the ordinary until Tracey removes her top and then Sam's. Now both women are in nothing but their barely there panties and sexy, hot smiles as they finish the clean up. Their efforts started off good, but as things heated up, they've seemed to forgotten about the offer to help. Each time one passes the other, a touch is exchanged. When they get to the sink to load the dishwasher is when things change.

Tracey pushes Sam into the counter and lifts her legs, bracing her feet on the tile. She glances over at me, licking her lips before she dives into my wife's pink folds. I can hear the slurping sounds and it's making me hard. I didn't think I'd be ready so soon after my time with Sam in the shower, but I was wrong.

"Sit back and enjoy the show, my ass!" My mumbles grow louder with each step, until I reach Tracey and Sam. Standing behind her, I pull the step stool over to her and sit myself mere inches from her glistening sex. There's no reason for this to go to waste. I spread her cheeks, slinking my tongue between them and then slither it to her sex. I feel her raise to her tiptoes as she positions herself for me. She's in the perfect position for me to torment her clit and nipples simultaneously and I do just that until I hear her muffled screams for me to stop the torture and take her. "Mmm, just a little longer, sweet thing," I whisper back, my lips vibrating against her swollen clit.

When I see her quiver, unable to concentrate on Sam; I right myself, kick the stool out of the way and reposition myself; my cock is at her ass now. Without so much as a warning, I lubricate the tip with a combination of her juices and my fluid then slide it into her. Her screams of delight could probably be heard by anyone on the lake; luckily, for her, it's late enough and all watercraft had already docked.

I am hoping my timing is perfect and that when Sam comes we all come. I have my fingers crossed. Looking over Tracey's shoulder, I sense Sam is near her peak so I begin to assault Tracey's clit and a nipple and my thrusting strengthens power and speed. I hear Sam's head bang against the cabinets, right before Tracey's grunt and then gasp, now it's my turn. I can feel that warmth rise from my stomach and I let loose. It is so hot to be involved in this and what makes it better is hearing Sam tell me to fuck another woman as she herself screams for me to fuck her.

Exhausted and sated, I suggest a swim to cool off before we watch the movie Tracey had brought with her. The blanket of stars sparkle above and the reflection of the moon off the water lights our path, giving enough light to make it romantic. I slip on a pair of cut off denim shorts while I wait for the girls to slip into their bikinis and together we head to the water. There are a few boats out on the lake tonight, now that the sky has cleared. "Damn, looks like there won't be any skinny dipping tonight, ladies," displaying sadness as I exhale.

We frolic about in the water, which is really cold for this time of year and sexual contact is kept down to a bare minimum because of the other people around. Tracey doesn't seem too bothered though, as she does slip her hand down the front of my shorts and pulls a mock face of disappointment to find the cold water is taking its toll. Or maybe I'm not the stud I think I am.
Anyway, after about 20 minutes we decide we've had enough so we head back up to the cabin, dry ourselves off and settle down to watch the movie with some cold beers.

Sam and I glance at each other as Tracey puts the dvd in the player, not knowing what to expect; but we collapse in laughter when the opening credits come on…There's something about Mary….one of our all time favorites. We spend the next 2 hours rolling about, laughing; especially at the scene where the Ben Stiller character, Ted, gets his dick caught in his zipper. The girls will never know how painful that is, but I laughed along with them anyway.

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To be continued

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