040. The Lake House | part 9

When the movie finishes, Sam gets up to make some coffee, "I'll join the two of you on the deck in a few minutes."

"Would you care to join me on the deck?" I just had to ask, knowing how much Tracey enjoys fooling around in the kitchen with Sam.

"I'd love to. The moon is gorgeous tonight."

The warm, gentle breeze ruffles the leaves, the crickets are singing their mating call and the frogs croak their own special tune. The ambience is peaceful and quite relaxing. While we are sitting there taking in the view, a cellphone starts to ring from inside the house, breaking the silence and my thoughts. I know it's not mine or Sam's, from the ringtone and Tracey hesitates before getting up, "It's probably my mother, I better get it". As she goes inside to take the call, she brushes past Sam on her way out with the coffee, pausing briefly to exchange a soft kiss. On the third ring, Tracey breaks the kiss, heading inside.

Sam sits next to me on the porch swing and I wrap my arm around her and kiss her on the forehead. We exchange small talk until Tracey returns, her face like thunder. "Not bad news, I hope." I say, judging by her eyes, I know I'm wrong.

"I'm afraid so," she replies, "it wasn't my mother, it was my boss. There's a crisis meeting in the office first thing Monday morning with one of my most important clients. There's no way I can get out of it, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave tomorrow evening and not stay over till Monday, like we planned."

Sam and I can both see Tracey's disappointment and pull her close for a comforting hug. "Oh, hon, it's okay. We understand that work always comes first." Sam takes Tracey by the hand and leads her back to the swing. I follow right behind.

"Yes, Sam's right, baby. But remember, just because we have a change of plans for this weekend, we always have next weekend to pick up where we left off. Our arrangement for future get-togethers will not change because of this, I promise." I can see the light return to Tracey's eyes when she sees Sam's disappointment change to glee at the mere thought of more weekends together.

We stay outside cuddling, drinking coffee and chatting until I yawn; realizing just how tired I am. "I'm bushed. If it's alright with the two of you, I'm going to bed." Tracey and Sam say they are going to stay outside for a while longer, but will join me shortly as they are quite tired too.

In the bedroom, I hang my clothes over the back of a chair (I've always been tidy like that) and climb into bed wearing just a pair of light cotton boxers. Within a couple of minutes, I'm fast asleep.
Oh dear God, what are they thinking? I said I was bushed. These two girls just can't seem to get enough of me, I suppose. I don't blame them though. I mean I've got quite the body and a dirty mind to match. What the hell is that? Oh my, they both have one. I can't quite tell what it is yet. The room is a little foggy for some reason. I roll to my side as I hear Tracey calling my name. Her voice is the same, but it's hard to understand her at the moment. What are you saying to me, baby? I can't understand you.

She moves closer to me, still holding that thing in her hand, still talking jibberish, but then Sam comes into view again. She's still carrying whatever that thing is in her hand. She begins to tell me to hush, relax and let the feeling flow. I try my best to relax, but something is very strange right now. Then Tracey begins talking again. her words become clearer the closer she gets.

"The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice. Hearing you speak my name, beckoning me to answer. Telling me you want me. So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love…"

Her mouth continues to move but I find myself lost in the thick haze that's filling the room. I'm lost in the trance Tracey is putting me into. but then it hits me. Her tone hotter than hell as she continues her chant to a beat I have never heard before.

I am sweating now, listening to Tracey's words and Sam watching the expression on my face go from confusion to excitement as I watch these two; forgetting about the items in their hands. Sam scoots up behind my head and pushes me forward. I sit up and before I know it, I'm on all fours, facing Tracey, who so seductively slithers her body beneath mine. Her legs spread and then envelope me.

I see Sam move behind me, "What are you doing?" I am confused by the movements on the mattress and the words flowing from Tracey's lips. I can tell at least, that it's not in English or French; I studied French for 6 years, so I know it's not that at least most of the time. She's beginning to switch back and forth between the gibberish and English, but I must admit, in all my confusion I'm hard as a rock now.

I can feel the mattress moving again and feel whatever Sam had in her hand now being placed around her waists. I hear my wife's sultry voice telling me, "This is our gift to Tracey for being such a good friend and to give her the chance to fuck you before she leaves. She wanted to do it when we were at the tree, but I sort of distracted her and then it began to rain, so she never got the chance."

I feel Sam penetrate my ass and oh my lord, it is so erotic. Then I hear Tracey moan and those words escape her lips once again as she pulls me in with her legs. "Usted es así que grande y así que difícilmente, usted me lo da así que bueno, usted es mi pecado mortal. " She inhales a long breath then exhales while she speaks, Usted que me coge marcas yo bilingüe

What baby, I can't understand you. This is starting to frustrate me a bit, but it doesn't stop me or the girls. Tracey raises her hips, bringing her pussy so close to me I can feel her heat and moisture and I'm not even inside yet.

"Fuck her already," I hear Sam coaching me as she thrusts deeper into my ass.

The moment I penetrate Tracey she emits a gasp that sends chills up my spine. The sultry tone of her voice begins again and this time I can understand every single word. I can't believe Sam isn't getting jealous with Tracey talking to me like she is, but it's making me so fucking horny and I increase my pace and its intensity. Before long, her legs clench around my waist, pulling me deeper and jerking out the cock Sam had inserted.

Tracey's head thrashes against the mattress, her hands clench the silken sheets below and her hips rise and fall as she bucks against me when her orgasm washes over her. I haven't come yet, so when she begins to regain her composure I begin a second time. She wants me to fuck her? Then fuck her I will. Pounding relentlessly into her tightness, the sweat forming beads on my flesh, I work my cock like it's never worked before, not even with my wife. Sam feels my increased rhythm and copies my exact movements, staying with me all the way through until I come as well. My loins freeze against her ass. My arms begin to shake, my eyes roll back in their sockets and I feel my cock let lose. I thought I was bushed before, but now I'm totally spent. Collapsing on top of Tracey my chest heaves in an attempt to take in more air as my cock continues to twitch deep inside her.

I roll off Tracey when Sam pulls the cock from my ass and snuggles in beside me. Tracey conforms herself against my back, pulling herself closer with a leg over mine then whispers against the nape of my neck, "You fucking me makes me bilingual."

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