When they were both naked, he tested the water temperature in the large shower stall and helped Sabrina inside. She bent her head backwards under the steaming spray, and Mark watched it course down her body through the valley of her breasts and into the curls of her pussy. He squirted shampoo into his palm and massaged Sabrina’s thick blonde hair into a mass of suds, making her purr. His cock pressed hard against her soft, rounded belly as he helped her rinse the shampoo from her hair.
Sabrina reached for his penis and stroked her palm along it. He thrust himself into her hand, getting harder thinking about her and Amanda in the backseat of the car.
“I think you should save this for Amanda. I think she’s been waiting a little impatiently for you,” Sabrina said.
He groaned and trailed his lips down Sabrina’s neck. “It sounded on the way home like she’d been waiting a little impatiently for you as well,” he said.
“Yes, I think Tom and Amanda have learned to play a few games since we last saw them. She wrote in her emails about some of the role-playing they’d been doing,” Sabrina said, sliding around Mark so he could wash his hair under the water jet.
“Role-playing is fun. How about I make you my shower slave?” He reached out to grab her before she stepped out of the shower. She swatted his hand away.
“No, we should be good house guests and include our host and hostess in our pleasures,” she said, leaving him alone under the steaming water with an aching hard-on. He considered seeking relief by the palm of his own hand, but Sabrina was right. He should save himself for Amanda.
Wrapped in a towel, Sabrina was unpacking their suitcases in the bedroom when Mark emerged from the bathroom naked. “Did you find my flannels?” he asked.
She threw his favourite lounge pants at him and a Henley shirt. “Need socks?” she asked.
“Nah, it looks like they’ve got plush carpet in the living room.” He pulled on the pants and shirt.
“Good, because you’ve got the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen,” she grinned wickedly at him. “It would be a shame to cover them.”
He tugged on the towel wrapped around her. “What are you going to wear? Because it would be a shame to cover up any of you.” He whipped the towel off, and catching her around the waist, he tickled her until she squealed and begged for breath. He paused when he heard a knock on the partially open door.
Amanda stood wide-eyed with one hand still raised to knock. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to check if there was anything you needed. I didn’t mean to in-in-interrupt,” she stuttered, not taking her eyes off Sabrina’s lush nakedness.
Sabrina laughed, and Mark swatted her on the bum.
“We were just on our way out,” Mark said. “Right, Sabrina?” He pushed her towards the door.
Amanda’s mouth literally fell open as naked Sabrina took a step towards her. Mark bit the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing. For all the sexual heat she projected, Amanda still had a lot of innocence.
“You-you might be a little cold in the living room. We have a fire going, but you still might be cold without any clothes,” Amanda said.
“You’re right, and you look so comfy in your pyjamas. Let me put mine on, and we can have a pyjama party,” Sabrina said.
Amanda had changed into a pink, snug fitting long-sleeve t-shirt and plaid lounge pants that sat low on her long waist. At a glimpse of her smooth taut stomach below the hem of her tee, Mark’s cock jerked back to full attention.
“C’mon, Amanda. Let’s let Sabrina find her pyjamas while you show me the way to the kitchen. I’m famished.” Mark took Amanda’s hand and kissed her on the cheek before letting her lead him to the centre of the house.
“I thought Amanda and I were going to be drinking alone tonight,” Tom said, standing from the couch and handing Mark a tall glass of beer from a coaster on the coffee table. “I wasn’t sure you and Sabrina were coming back out.”
“Sorry. We had a little issue with Sabrina’s choice of clothing…or lack thereof.” Mark grinned at Tom.
“Damn. Sounds like I missed something good,” Tom said. “Have a seat and help yourself to some food. Amanda and I went nuts trying out some new recipes earlier today. We didn’t realise how much food we had until we laid it all out.” He laughed, gesturing to the plates of food on the coffee table and both end tables.
“Thanks.” Mark grabbed an empty plate from a short stack and picked two empanadas off the platter nearest to him. The first bite filled his mouth with a garlicky spinach and pine nuts blend. “Mmmm. So good,” he said.
“That’s my favourite, too.” Amanda smiled at him over the rim of her glass of Sangria from the chair opposite him.
“What’s your favourite?” Sabrina asked, sliding onto the leather sofa next to Tom. She’d slipped into her black chiffon chemise, matching thong and thin wrap. The tent in Tom’s cotton sleep pants indicated Sabrina’s outfit may be his favourite of the evening, Mark chuckled to himself.
“They were talking about the food. Would you like some Sangria?” Tom asked her.
“Yes, and I’d love to try some of those stuffed peppers.” She sipped from a glass of wine, while Tom filled a plate with a selection of food.
After Tom handed her the plate, she sent him a sly look. “My hands seem to be full. Would you mind giving me a bite?”
Mark choked on a mouthful of beer at Sabrina’s so unsubtle subtlety. She sent him a glare, and he laughed again.
Tom fed Sabrina an olive, but before he could remove his hand, she’d started to make love to his fingers with her mouth. He looked dumbstruck as he fell under Sabrina’s charms. Amanda had been watching and she got up to take the plate and glass out of Sabrina’s hands. Mark was surprised that instead of returning to her seat, Amanda knelt in front of Sabrina and ran her hands up her thighs, pushing the thin nightie up to Sabrina’s waist and pulled off Sabrina’s thong. Feeling redundant, Mark sat back in his chair and watched the scene unfold before him.
Tom suckled at Sabrina’s breasts while she stroked his cock and Amanda fingered Sabrina’s pussy. With two lovers working her, Sabrina’s orgasm came fast and hard. Once she recovered her breath, she shoved Tom backwards on the couch.
“C’mon, love. Let’s ride this man,” Sabrina said to Amanda.
Amanda slipped off her pyjama pants and knelt over Tom with her legs spread wide to receive him. Sabrina straddled his head, facing Amanda. She reached out and rubbed Amanda’s clit as Amanda slowly impaled herself on Tom’s long shaft. Amanda gasped and began rocking to an orgasm as Sabrina leant towards her and grabbed a tit in her mouth. From beneath Sabrina’s pussy, Tom made growling sounds, and Sabrina moaned with pleasure.
They made a complete picture, and Mark had never felt so unnecessary. He wondered if coming here was really such a good idea for his relationship with Sabrina. He got up to get himself another beer rather than watch the triple climax that was about to happen. From behind the fridge door, he heard three distinct orgasms and he ground his teeth. He should have jerked off in the shower.
Suddenly feeling the effects of jet lag, he decided against the second beer and put it back on the fridge shelf. He walked quietly past the heap of flesh on the couch and went to bed alone.
Sometime later, Sabrina crawled into bed and curled against him in sleep. He wrapped her in his arms. Nuzzling her neck, he smelled Tom and Amanda on her and was filled with conflicting emotions. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for a foursome. Maybe this was more than he could handle.
Chapter Three
Clad in her pyjamas, Amanda rubbed her eyes as she pressed the button on the coffee maker. Tom had kept her awake a long time after Sabrina had left to join Mark in their bed. Amanda had been concerned last night about Mark walking out of the room while she, Tom and Sabrina had been on the couch together, but then Sabrina had suggested that Mark was probably just tired from the trip.
Amanda startled when a pair of arms encircled her waist from behind. When she saw the small hands and felt the full bre
asts pushing into her back, she said, “Good morning, Sabrina. I hope you slept well.”
Sabrina kissed down Amanda’s neck to her shoulder, sending delicious shivers across her skin.
“Mmmhmm. Best night’s sleep in a long time,” Sabrina murmured.
“Are you two starting already? Can’t a man get a cup of coffee first before he has to witness two beautiful women going at it?” Mark said. His tone of voice was light, but the scowl creasing his forehead showed Amanda that he was only half-joking.
She worried he might be a little upset about being excluded last night. Maybe she could make it up to him today. She really did want to get her hands on him. His body was so different from Tom’s. Mark was taller, broader and more powerfully built. She was dying to trace her hands along the contours of his muscles, but she felt a little shy with him and didn’t know how to make the first move.
She poured him a mug of coffee and handed it to him, smiling. “What else can I do for you this morning?”
He paused, and she hoped he was going to make a sexual suggestion. He’d left his shirt off this morning, and he stood before her in only his flannel pants. His bare chest radiated warmth, and an ache grew low and deep in her belly.
“I was hoping to get some breakfast. I didn’t eat much last night, and I’ve got a mighty headache,” he said.
Feeling chagrined she’d been thinking of her own erotic desires before his physical needs, she jumped into action, putting together a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and fried potatoes. As she cooked, Tom wandered into the kitchen wearing his sleep pants and his robe. She put him to work setting the table while their guests sat and enjoyed their coffee.
After breakfast, Amanda proposed the four of them take a hike through the snowy valley.
“Did you bring boots?” Tom asked Sabrina and Mark.
“Yes, Amanda emailed us a list of recommended items to pack, including bathing suits for the hot tub. I brought one, but I was hoping it might be optional,” Sabrina said with a wink to Tom.
“Of course. It’s your vacation. Everything is an option.” Tom grinned.
Amanda noticed a muscle twitch in Mark’s jaw. He didn’t seem to be enjoying the sexual banter at the table this morning. “Let me stick these dishes in the dishwasher and change clothes. Then we can get some fresh air,” Amanda said, standing and reaching for Sabrina’s plate.
“I’ll help,” Mark said. He stacked Tom’s plate on top if his and grabbed the platter of leftover potatoes.
“It’s a small kitchen, and since you’ve already got help, I guess Sabina and I will go shower and get dressed.” Tom put his arm around Sabrina’s waist and led her to the guest room.
Mark’s muscle twitch grew more pronounced as his jaw tightened. Maybe this thing with the four of them wasn’t working out too good. Mark didn’t seem to notice Amanda at all, and he looked to be growing more jealous of Sabrina and Tom by the minute. If only Amanda could get her nerve up to make a move on him. But he was so large and intimidating, and he hadn’t shown any interest in her since that first kiss at the airport.
She filled the sink with soapy water and scrubbed the large frying pan. When she stuck the pan under the faucet to rinse it, water splattered all over the front of her pyjama top. She looked down at herself and laughed.
“I’d never win a wet t-shirt contest,” she said, referring to her small breasts. She held a dishtowel to her shirt to absorb some of the wetness. “I think we’re done here. I’m going to go change.” She thought she caught a lustful look in Mark’s eye, but he didn’t pursue her when she left the room.
Amanda took her time in the hot shower, hoping Mark would join her. After rinsing her hair two extra times, she accepted the fact he wasn’t coming and got out of the shower. She quickly blew her hair dry and put on her silk long underwear under her jeans and wool sweater. She saw from Tom’s discarded sleep pants that he’d been in to get dressed while she was showering, but she hadn’t heard him.
Amanda met the others in the front entry, and they pulled on boots and jackets and mittens. Soon, they were heading out the door into the fresh air. As they walked around the outside of the house, Amanda checked the temperature gauge on the back deck.
“It’s hovering right around freezing, just right for a walk,” she said.
The woods were still and starkly beautiful. The black wet trunks of the trees contrasted sharply with the piles of snow clinging to the branches. A snowfall from the previous night had covered the trails in four inches of new snow.
As the four of them walked the circuitous trail to the frozen pond and back to the house, Tom paired off with Sabrina, walking ahead of Amanda and Mark. When they returned to within sight of the house, Sabrina challenged Tom to a race to the hot tub. They ran off without a word to Mark and Amanda.
Amanda walked at a slower pace next to Mark, not saying anything, just breathing in the crisp, cold air. She wished she could find a way to make sure he was having a good time.
Passing a stump covered with snow, she swiped a handful and worked it between her mittens. It was the perfect packing snow, slightly wet and sticky.
“Is there something you plan to do with that?” Mark asked, eyeing the snowball in her hands.
She grinned. “I wasn’t thinking of anything until you mentioned it.” She threw it at his face and ran away as fast as she could.
Within two strides, Mark grabbed her jacket, but she spun out of his grasp and stumbled away, grabbing more snow with her mitten. She whipped around, throwing it in his direction, and tried to back away from him, but she tripped on a branch. Mark leapt on her, taking her to the ground, and held a handful of snow inches above her face.
“What will you give me so I don’t use this on you?” he menaced with his voice, but his face was lit with a grin.
Amanda’s heart raced. Finally, she was getting what she wanted—attention from Mark. “Hmmmm.” She pretended to think. “I just can’t imagine what I would have that you might want.”
“Then I guess you’re going to get a face full of snow.”
“Wait!” she shrieked. “I thought of something.” She grabbed his face between her mittens and pulled herself up to meet his lips. She melted at the touch of his warm mouth against her chilled skin. He licked his way between her lips, exploring her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She moaned, wanting more of him inside her. She pulled him closer on top of her and rubbed her pelvis against the ridge in his jeans.
He broke the kiss. “Even though you’re hot enough to melt the snow, I think we’d be more comfortable inside.”
Before she could respond, he was on his feet hauling her out of the snow drift and towards the house. When they passed Sabrina and Tom in the hot tub on the back deck, Sabrina called out to them.
“Are you going to join us?” she asked.
“Yes,” Amanda said.
“No,” Mark said at the same time. “We’re already wet from our romp in the snow. We’re going in to dry off and get warm.”
He held the door open for Amanda and followed her into the mud room at the back of the house where they pulled off their boots and shed their jackets and mittens. Once her outerwear was off, Amanda looked at Mark for a sign of his next move. She’d been surprised he’d chosen not to get into the hot tub with the others. Was he going to send her to her room alone to change clothes, or was he going to continue the hot kiss they’d started outside in the snow?
Mark finished removing his boots and stepped closer to her. He held her face between his hands. “Now, where were we?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her. His lips brushed lightly over hers. When she pushed forward for more contact, he moved his head back out of reach. “There’s no rush. I want to savour this first time with you after missing you for so long.”
Oh, yes! He’d missed her. “I’ve missed you, too,” she said, finally getting the opportunity to run her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, trying to feel the definition of his muscles through the thickness of h
is sweater.
He ran his hands down her back and over the seat of her jeans. “Your clothes really are wet. We should get you out of these before you become chilled,” he said, unbuttoning the front and sliding his hands under the waistband to cup her butt. “Ah, your skin is already chilled. I think you’re going to need a hot bath.”
Her outer skin might be cold, but her insides were burning at his touch. She was willing to go anywhere and do anything he asked of her, as long as he kept touching her.
“There’s a large soaking tub in the master bathroom,” she said, leading him by the hand.
In the bathroom, she reached to turn on the water faucet, but Mark blocked her way. “Let me do it,” he said. And when she tried to pull her sweater over her head, he stopped her and said, “Let me do that, too.”
She stood still as his gaze roved down her body and back up again. She was still completely clothed but her skin tingled under the heat of his eyes. He was doing the dominant/submissive thing that she and Tom had played at doing, but with Mark it didn’t seem like play. He was the real thing. A Dom with a capital D.
Amanda’s clit started to throb. She was aching to feel his large hands on her skin, to feel him claim her and possess her.
He stuck his hand under the running water as the tub filled. “That should take the chill off you,” he said. Then he reached for the bottom hem of her sweater and slowly raised it up over her head as she held her hands up. She hadn’t bothered with a bra under her silk undershirt, and her nipples pressed against the smooth fabric. With his thumbs, Mark circled her pebbled tits, and they grew hard and tight.
“So lovely,” he said.
“So small,” she said.
He met her eyes. “Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes,” he said in his deep voice.
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