Another Homecoming

by Lexi Archer

  “Huh,” I said, refusing to show that I was surprised. There was something about the way this guy was acting that said he liked that I was a little confused, and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “Well I guess that’s a good time then, right baby?”

  I turned to Stacy and my mouth dropped. She was already shrugging out of her party attire for the evening. A pair of impossibly tight shorts, and a tank top that’d shown off a generous portion of her body. She got out of them like it was nothing.

  Only it wasn’t nothing. No, the way Stan was staring at her it was everything he’d been hoping for over the years and then some. There was something about watching this guy who’d been the school nerd once upon a time staring at my wife’s body and thinking about all the things he’d been thinking about doing to her over the years that had my cock getting hard all over again.

  He licked his lips, and for a change he didn’t seem like the cocky one. No, he was just a guy staring at a girl he had the hots for, and he seemed to be on the verge of losing it.

  There was also no question how turned on he was. His cock was a tent in his shorts, and there was no doubt he was packing something impressive down there. Which was a bit of a surprise. I mean I guess there was no rule that said a former nerd couldn’t have a huge cock, but it was still a bit of a surprise seeing something like that hanging between his legs.

  Stacy stopped in the process of pulling her bra off and stared at the three of us. Me, Stan, and Amy.

  Amy was also an interesting study. She stared at my wife, but again she had that unreadable expression that I took to mean she wasn’t all that happy that her man was acting so obsessive over another woman. Not that I thought there was much she was going to be able to do about it considering the way her man was staring at Stacy, but there it was.

  “Sorry,” I muttered, pulling off my own clothes.

  I made sure to pull my shirt off really fucking fast though. I didn’t want to miss the show, after all. Especially as Stacy finally shrugged out of her bra and revealed her tits to the world.

  They hovered there without a hint of sag. Her nipples were upturned and they got hard in the night, even though it wasn’t all that cold out tonight.

  “Anyone else feeling a little chilly tonight?” she asked, looking around and smiling at everyone like she was enjoying the hell out of the way everyone was staring at her.

  “Something like that,” I said.

  “Yeah,” Stan said, seemingly hypnotized by what he was seeing. “Well that’s what the hot tub is for, right?”

  “Right!” Stacy said, and then the show was over as she stepped into the water and sank into the warmth. Which meant that her tits and the rest of her treasures were hidden under the water line.

  Damn. Talk about a fucking intense moment.

  I looked at Stan and Amy. He didn’t waste any more time getting his own clothes off, and when he did it became pretty fucking clear that yeah, he was totally packing something that was worth bragging about. His cock was long, and he was hard and sticking straight up as he stared at my wife floating there in the water.

  Though honestly I was more interested in what was going on with Amy. She was a tight little package, and she shrugged and thin started getting out of her clothes which had my full attention!

  Her body was every bit as sexy as anything Stacy had on offer, but different. Stacy had an athletic figure with curves in all the right places, but Amy had an athletic figure that was more petite all around. It’s not like she was flat chested, just not as accented all around.

  Like the exercise gods had deemed that she wasn’t to be as well endowed as my wife, but there was something about the confidence she showed as she shrugged out of her clothes and looked at everyone all around that was so fucking sexy.

  I licked my lips again. This wasn’t something I’d expected, but it’s not like I was going to knock it.

  16

  Fantasy Material

  “Right,” Stan said, finally getting out of his clothes completely as he kicked his shorts to the side. They caught on his feet and for a moment I got a taste of the awkward dude he might’ve been once upon a time as he stumbled a couple of times, for all that he seemed cool and in control of the situation right now.

  So we walked over to the hot tub and I settled in next to my wife. She looked over at me, and in particular her eyes came to rest on my cock as I sank into the hot water.

  “You’re certainly excited,” she said as I slipped into the warm water. “Now are you excited because you’re thinking about all the things you’d like to see Stan do to me tonight, or are you excited because you were looking at Amy and thinking about all the things you’d like to do to her?”

  I shivered just a bit as she talked like that. There was something about hearing my wife being so up front about all the possibilities of the night that had me getting even more hot and bothered.

  “Oh don’t worry about looking at her,” Stacy said. “I’m not going to be too mad about that.”

  The funny thing was she actually looked like she was serious. Like she could actually get mad about me looking at another woman, and after all the things I’d let her do!

  “I know it’s not reasonable,” she whispered. “But that’s what it is. You get turned on by me with other guys, but I’m not sure the opposite is true for me.”

  “Yeah, well you don’t need to worry on that count,” I said. “The only woman I’m interested is you. There’s a reason I put that ring on your finger. I want to watch you do whatever the fuck you want, but if you want me to stay away from other women then damn it I’ll stay away from other women.”

  Stacy positively beamed at me, and it made me so hot having her looking at me like that. She patted my cheek.

  “Good boy,” she said. “And we’ll see where the night might lad. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head too much that you’re not going to get anything by the end of the night.”

  I noticed that she never said whether or not me getting something from Amy or if it meant watching her doing something with Stan. Or maybe it meant watching her doing something with Amy before the night was over. There was something I’d never considered, but now that the opportunity was there it was definitely something I was interested in seeing!

  What guy wouldn’t want to see their wife getting into a little girl-on-girl action? Sure I probably should’ve been more specific that I wanted to see her getting into that girl-on-girl action while I was in the bed with her, but what the fuck ever.

  “So this is a nice place you have here,” Stacy said, raising her voice as Stan settled in.

  I looked over to the other couple in the hot tub. They were both staring at Stacy. It was like I didn’t exist. I guess that sort of made sense, though. I was just some new dude that they didn’t know. When it came to fantasizing Stacy was the one they’d probably been thinking about for years.

  Assuming they’d both been thinking about her for years. Sure Stan had probably been thinking about her for years, but what about Amy? I got the feeling she was going to be the lynchpin that decided whether or not this whole evening worked.

  “Yeah, well I figured once I made my money what was the point in trying to keep up with everyone on the coast when I could retire back home and live a couple of lifetimes on what ended up being a pretty small offering, all told?”

  “Yeah, I guess that’s a good strategy,” Stacy said.

  “It’s actually a really good strategy,” I said. “Make a pile of money and then take it somewhere it’ll go a lot farther than where you made the money. Usually people who do that are going overseas to Southeast Asia or something, but I guess you could do the same thing by moving out to the flyover or something.”

  “Exactly man,” Stan said, making a finger gun at me that seemed like yet another awkward holdover from these nerd days that otherwise weren’t in evidence. “There are so many people out there in the valley who spend all their time chasing the next fortune while li
ving in tiny apartments where they have to live with fifteen different roommates even though they have a good chunk of change in savings. What’s the point in playing that game and trying to make the next big thing when I can retire with my pile and live the rest of my life like a king around here?”

  There seemed to be an unspoken addition to what he was saying there. That he was enjoying the fuck out of coming home and getting to lord it over everyone around here that he had more money than most everyone who lived around here could ever hope to have.

  It’d be very interesting to have a look at his books sometime and figure out exactly what he was worth. It was definitely a lot more than me.

  “Y’know I’m surprised to hear this coming from you of all people,” Stacy said.

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “I had to drag you out here kicking and screaming after we ran into some trouble in the city. You were the one who was always going on about making it there, and now you’re talking about moving out here to live cheaply like it’s some genius financial move or something?”

  “Well yeah,” I said with a shrug. “Let’s just say I’ve found a few things around here that make it a lot more intriguing for me.”

  Amy barked out a laugh at that. Everyone in the hot tub turned to look at her, and she stared right back at all of us like she thought we were all fucking crazy.

  “What could you possibly find around here that would be worthwhile?” she asked. “This place is the middle of nowhere and nothing ever happens here. What the fuck kind of life is that?”

  Stan grinned. “You’ll have to forgive Amy. She keeps thinking I’m going to rescue her from this place, but I have no intention of leaving.”

  “Whatever,” she said, grinning and smacking him.

  I glanced at Stacy. We were getting close to the reason I’d hoped we were in this hot tub tonight. After all, the big reason I’d discovered for wanting to stay here had a lot to do with my wife having a good time with the guys around here who looked at her like she was a goddess walking.

  Sure there were guys who looked at her like that in the city as well, but it was different there. For one I hadn’t discovered this fantasy while we lived in the city. For another thing those guys in the city were looking at her as a one night stand. A conquest to last the night, and that was it. One of many pretty girls they could get in the course of an evening if they had a little bit of luck.

  It was different here, though. Here she was the hottest thing that a lot of these guys had ever seen. Here she was something they’d been fantasizing about for years. Jerking off thinking about my wife since they learned to jerk off.

  “Yeah, but you’re still not answering the question,” Amy said. “What could you possibly find around here that would be worth sticking around? This is the middle of nowhere.”

  Stacy glanced at me and licked her lips. Then she turned to look into the darkness all around the hot tub. As though she thought there might be someone out there listening in on us or something.

  I guess that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. She made it sound like gossip was the lifeblood of this place, and so it wouldn’t surprise me in the least to discover someone out there listening in so they could spread a bit of the old gossip.

  Only she seemed to like what she saw out there. I couldn’t see anything but darkness, but maybe she knew something about being out in the middle of nowhere that I didn’t.

  Finally she moved across the hot tub. Turned so she was facing me, but the most interesting thing about her turning to face me was she had to place her ass firmly on Stan’s cock in order to turn and face me.

  My cock lurched as she did that. I really hadn’t expected her to be that forward this quickly. I figured maybe there’d be some flirtation or something. That she’d dance around the subject before doing the whole seduction routine, but from the way she was sitting there moving in a way that made it pretty clear her ass was grinding against his cock right in front of this Amy chick I guess she’d decided to dispense with all the playing around.

  “I think I have a pretty good idea of what it is that has my husband so excited about living here all of a sudden,” Stacy said. “A steady supply of guys who want nothing more than to fuck me.”

  17

  Getting Hot

  Stan’s reaction was pretty fucking funny. His eyes went wide even as his hands almost involuntarily moved up to cup my wife’s breasts. I mean you try having a hot chick grinding on you like that and not going for a little feel.

  Stacy closed her eyes and moaned ever so slightly. Then she bit her lip and glanced around, obviously worried that her moaning might draw the wrong kind of attention from someone lurking out there in the darkness.

  No one came forward to laugh about what she was doing though. No, I imagined at this point anyone who might’ve been out there at some point was either passed out or off sucking face with someone else in the darkness.

  Stan might’ve been surprised at how forward Stacy was being, but I was more interested in what was going on with Amy. She and my wife were trading an almost unreadable expression. The girl was hard to pin down and it was impossible to figure out what she thought of this situation.

  Normally a girl wouldn’t be happy about someone sitting on her boyfriend’s lap like that. Assuming Stan was her boyfriend, and there wasn’t something else going on there. From the way she wasn’t exploding it made me wonder if there wasn’t something going on there.

  “What do you think Amy?” she asked. “We could have some fun like the old days.”

  Amy stared at her for a moment longer with that unreadable expression, and then it melted away. To be replaced by a wide shit eating grin that said she was enjoying this just as much as Stacy was.

  “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to go back to your old ways, you slut, but Stan?”

  “Hey,” he said. “I’m kind of sitting right here you know.”

  “Yeah, and I know how much you always had the hots for Stacy here,” Amy said, that grin never leaving her face.

  “What are you…”

  “Oh please spare me,” Amy said. “I know you’ve been lusting after her all these years, and I know when you close your eyes while you’re fucking me you’re thinking about her.”

  “I am not!” he shouted. “I mean maybe I still have the hots for her, but that’s not what’s going on when I close my eyes while I’m fucking you!”

  Well then. This whole situation was getting more and more interesting with each passing moment. She actually thought there was a chance her man was so obsessed with my wife that he was thinking about her when he closed his eyes while they were fucking?

  And I suppose that was confirmation that they were fucking, at the very least. Maybe that was the extent of their relationship, or maybe there was something more going on there, but either way they were together in some sense.

  Amy scooted a little closer to my wife and Stan.

  “So it’s really true?” she asked, her eyes darting across the large hot tub to me. “He really doesn’t have a problem with you doing this sort of thing?”

  “I told you he didn’t,” Stacy said. “I don’t know why that’s so hard for you to believe.”

  Through it all she never stopped grinding her ass against Stan. Sure it wasn’t quite as visually impressive as when her petite body was under Arnie, but there was something about her pressing against this guy who’d obviously had the hots for her for a long fucking time that had my cock twitching and taking notice in a wya that it never had while she was fucking Arnie.

  Also my mind was totally reeling from the revelation that these two women had been chatting with one another about what turned me on. Like maybe she’d been planning something like this, and all that talk about how nothing was going to happen tonight was just so much talk.

  The naughty little minx. She’d been planning this the entire time, though Stan looked like he was just a little surprised at this turn of events so I
guess I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t in on the fun.

  “Well if he’s really okay with this then I might as well help give him a show,” Amy said with a shrug, then a smile for my wife. “Just like old times, right?”

  “You know it,” Stacy said with a wink.

  Amy reached up and started playing with my wife’s breasts. It was hypnotizing watching another woman doing that. Almost as hypnotizing as knowing that under that water my wife’s pussy was no doubt rubbing up against Stan’s naked cock. There was nothing in between them.

  I guess there was something about the intensity of this fantasy that made the thought of my wife grinding against someone’s naked cock just as hot even if this wasn’t the first time it’d happened.

  “Oh yeah,” Amy said. “I’ve missed this so much.”

  I arched an eyebrow as Stacy locked eyes with me. She’d never let on that she’d had some girl on girl experiences before. I mean I guess I’d always figured something like that might’ve happened back in college when she’d had a bit of a wild phase to hear her talk about it, but I’d never asked her about it.

  Now, watching Amy leaning forward and taking one of my wife’s nipples in her mouth as her hand moved down into the water, well suddenly there was a monster deep inside me roaring to life.

  “Fuck,” I breathed. “You were planning this all along, weren’t you?”

  “Something like that,” Stacy said with a wink and a gasp as she put a hand on the back of Amy’s head and seemed to be encouraging her to do whatever she could. Like there was a live wire attached to Amy’s tongue that was going to her nipples an then down to between her legs.

  Though I suppose Amy’s hand down between my wife’s legs was probably doing a little something for her as well.

  “Does somebody want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?” Stan asked.