Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep30

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.

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

not slippery, however, and I think both of us were rubbing each other off more

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

little sister got off, as well. To my surprise, Kate looked entranced. Totally enraptured by what was going on around her. What she and

gasped, "I'm

hey, Babe, I didn't realize

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

place. Sure, it wasn't his party -- he wasn't

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

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

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 --

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

us for the

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

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,