1 comments/ 29563 views/ 0 favorites Weekend in the Mountains Ch. 01 By: hotturkey Part 1, First Night. My friend Olga from the Renaissance Faire owned a house in the mountains and had offered her guest bedroom to my wife and me. Well, actually it was a spare bedroom in her house that she used for storage and crafts, but it had a fold-out couch. It was for whenever we wanted a weekend in the mountains; the only pay she wanted was for me to set up her new computer. I knew that my wife Ruth was a bit suspicious of my friend, she probably thought that Olga had the hots for me or that I was after Olga. Actually we were just friends; the most intimate thing we had ever done was a quick kiss in greeting, just a peck on the cheek or lips; no tongue. Well, maybe also a slap on the ass in celebration. But that was pretty typical of the Ren Fair community, in fact most casual friends usually went a bit farther than that. But this explains why I was so surprised when my wife told me about Olga's invitation. She had spoken to Olga on the phone from her office and set up the whole weekend before I even heard about it. I learned they had spent a lot of time talking that day and apparently had come to some kind of understanding or at least a truce. We left our place right after work and breezed along the freeway as fast as we could in the afternoon traffic. Finally reaching the correct off-ramp, we headed up the narrow mountain highway to Olga's place, stopping at a winery on the way. After all, this is California and staying over without bringing wine would be unthinkable. I looked over at my wife, leaning back in the passenger seat and enjoying the ride. Ruth had her head tilted over so the dry breeze from the open window would play with her short, golden brown hair. She had a little half smile on her round face, partly for the breeze and partly in anticipation of the weekend. If her eyes had been open, I could have seen the expression in their hazel depths. She's short in stature, about 5-foot-3, with a plump, curvy figure that some might call overweight. I think she's just perfect at four inches shorter than me with enough padding to be a joy to hold. Besides, I like her round bottom. . Me, I'm just an average guy, about 5-foot-7, average build, average everything, brown hair and beard. My wife and I are the same age, mid-forties, while Olga is about two or three years younger than us. I turned off the highway onto a two-lane road that headed farther into the rugged mountains of Southern California. Following the directions from Olga's e-mail, we located the rather indistinct dirt road that circled around a rise and led to her gravel driveway. Olga's place was in a narrow valley between two ridges, perched on the top of a low hill and surrounded by taller peaks. This was high desert, all rugged landscape and sagebrush. It was very near sunset when we arrived, the sky was still bright, but the sun had already dipped below one of the surrounding peaks. Olga was standing in the dirt driveway when we arrived, dressed casually in a tee shirt and jeans, her cornsilk-colored hair waving free down to her shoulders. Olga has a longish face and Nordic features, she looks just like her name, even though that's not her real name, it's just what she uses at faire. Her real name was something rather ordinary that I could never quite remember. She greeted us with hugs and showed us to her spare bedroom to stow our bags. She's a couple of inches taller than I am, so she had to bend down to hug Ruth. I glanced down as Olga led the way, long hours at her desk for her hospital job had caused her bottom to spread just a bit, but otherwise her figure was slim and lanky. I thought it was attractive, I like a full, rounded bottom on a woman. Usually I didn't get the chance to check out Olga's bottom while she was wearing the concealing full skirts of her Ren Faire costume. At the door to the spare room, I averted my gaze just in time to avoid being caught by my wife turning around to tell me where she wanted her bag set down. Back in the front area of the house, the two ladies took the mixed case of wine into the kitchen while I fussed with the new computer. Unpacking the components from their cardboard boxes and setting it up, loading her specialized medical software and transferring her documents from one machine to the other took a while. So did routing the cables and I grumbled under my breath every time I had to snake a cable through an awkward spot on her desk. Finally I got her ISP loaded and the printer, scanner and camera were all working perfectly. I checked my own e-mail, just to make sure things worked. By this time I could smell good things happening in the kitchen and headed there to investigate. Both Olga and Ruth were fussing around with various pots and pans, each one with a glass of wine in hand. I noticed they had already polished off a bottle of red and had opened a chardonnay. I poured a glass for myself before it vanished completely. The wine was lemony with a kiss of oak and made a good match for the herbed salmon and wild rice that they served. We all chatted about nothing in particular through dinner. The time after dinner was uneventful, I was assigned pot-washing duty while Olga loaded the dishwasher, but we still polished off a small bottle of a late-harvest dessert wine. Ruth and I were tired from a day of work, the long drive and late dinner. The alcohol from the wine was also making us sleepy, so we headed off to bed pretty soon after finishing the cleanup. I had folded out the couch into a bed and just finished stripping off my street clothes when my wife asked me to massage her back, saying she was tense from the drive. Massage is one of my talents and massaging my wife is one of my favorite pleasures. I grabbed the scented oil from my bag and started working on her neck and shoulders. When she took a moment to slip out of her panties, I assumed that she wanted a full-body massage. I moved my attentions down to her lower back and cheeks, admiring her round bottom. I have always liked her bottom, she says it's too big, but I think it's pretty. I think her whole figure is still pretty good, even after two kids and over 20 years of marriage. After a moment or two, her hand came over to me and tugged on my shorts. I stopped my massage just long enough to toss them aside and then went back to work. Every so often she would raise her hand slightly so it would brush against my equipment, arousing me to a semi-hard state. Then came the big surprise. After about ten minutes, there was a knock at the door. "Just a minute." I called, heading for the pajama bottoms in my bag. "Come on in." My wife contradicted me. "What?" I was so startled by this turn of events that I dropped my pajamas. My shy wife lying there naked and inviting someone else into the room? Had I heard her right? The door opened and there was Olga, wearing only a pair of sheepskin slippers. I'm certain by this time that my mouth was wide open in surprise. Was my jaw hitting the floor yet? Without a word, Olga walked on in and over to the bed where she grabbed some oil and started massaging my wife's back, like this was the most normal thing in the world. I tried to say something, I don't know what, but all I could manage was an inarticulate gurgle and some stammering. Ruth motioned me back over to the bed and pointed at her back. I closed my mouth with a gulp and went back to massaging again. But I couldn't keep my eyes off of Olga. This was the first time I had seen her nude and she looked just as good as she did in her faire garb. Her legs were long and lanky, but a little bit chunky right at the top, and her bottom was well shaped. Her belly was flat, with no sign of any paunch and I confirmed that she was a real blond. Her pubic hair was rather sparse, giving me a good look at her sweet outer lips. She had apple-sized breasts, very firm with aureoles as pale as her lips. Her skin was naturally very pale, with hardly any tan at all, even the parts that her Ren Fair outfit didn't cover. Her nipples were the best surprise, they were a normal diameter, but twice as tall as any nipples I had ever seen. The power of speech finally returned to me. "You two planned this, didn't you?" I accused. They both confirmed my suspicions with giggles. I continued the massage, but moved my hands down past my wife's pretty bottom, focusing my strokes on her plump upper legs. First one leg then the other, occasionally letting my fingers brush against her sex, feeling her wetness start. She had just let out a contented sigh when Olga announced that it was her turn for some massage. Ruth hopped off the bed on the side away from me and Olga plopped facedown in her place. Ruth oiled up her hands and started to work on Olga's neck and shoulders. I went to work on her lower back. Under the care of four hands she soon relaxed enough that I could feel the difference in her muscles. I was hoping I knew just how far this evening was going, so I eased my massaging down onto Olga's pale butt cheeks. Her ass was firm and well rounded, with a good shape; maybe not as cute as my wife's was, but then I'm biased. As I did when massaging my wife, I let my hands roam down beyond her bottom onto her upper legs. She spread them a bit, allowing my fingers to knead her inner thighs and occasionally brush her nether lips. Olga was even wetter than Ruth and she moved her arm over to toy with my balls as I continued my massage. I got even harder. I decided to enjoy some attention myself. "My turn." I announced and helped Olga up from her position and laid down in her place. I found the situation exciting, two women - four hands, rubbing up and down my back and neck. I could feel the tensions of the day evaporating under their combined touch. My hard-on was trapped between my belly and the mattress, aching for one of those four hands to touch it. I tried to be casual and just lay there soaking up the attention. That is, until I felt one set of hands move down to my rear end and begin kneading my cheeks. I drew a deep breath and pushed my butt up against the hands as I also moved my arms outwards until I encountered a leg on each side. Fumbling around for a second, I soon found a warm, wet pussy on each side. While the angle was awkward, I still managed to get my thumbs positioned just right to massage both clits at the same time. Another massaging hand left my back and snaked down between my legs, massaging my balls. Oh yes, this was perfect, but how long could I wait? I wanted more. Both ladies were making happy sounds. Ruth hummed the same tone in short notes, Olga slowly saying "Oh, Oo" over and over. I held off moving for as long as I could, just lying there with the occasional gasp. Then, unable to stand it any longer, I rolled over onto my back, face up, leaving my hardness waving like a flagpole between the two women and repositioned my hands on the two pussies. This time I had a better angle and was able to massage their inner lips as well as their clits. I found the two pussies as different as these two women. My wife has deep lips with her clitoris deeply hidden so it takes a lot of hunting and stimulation to find it. Olga has shallower outer lips so that her inner lips protrude slightly beyond the outer ones. Her clit is easy to find, being more prominent and it gets hard rather quickly. My wife bent down and kissed me deeply, our tongues making happy circles around each other. I felt another set of lips and a hand on my shaft as Olga joined in. With a little guiding pressure from my hand on her pussy, I pulled Ruth up towards my face. She got the idea and straddled my head with her legs, perfectly aligning her pussy lips with my tongue. I ran my hand up her side and onto one of her pendulous breasts, teasing the nipple as I licked and sucked on her clit. I ran my tongue along her inner lips, bringing more of her wetness up towards her clit. In the meantime, Olga was still licking my shaft and head, running her lips down my shaft, caressing my balls and generally doing very, very good things to me. Suddenly, her mouth disappeared and she moved her pussy off of my hand. I fumbled around with that hand, trying to find her, when I felt a very warm, wet pussy slide down onto my shaft. I reached up and around with my empty hand until I found Olga's breast. She was straddling me as well, her legs beside my hips, riding my cock. I found that the contrast between the two women was exciting, the one breast soft and heavy, the other small and firm. Ruth was making lots of noises now, her breathing was ragged. Joining her was Olga's chorus of "Oh, oh, oh" as she bounced up and down on my cock. I knew Ruth was getting close and sucked a bit harder on her clit. Olga's sounds became higher pitched and quicker when I felt her shudder. Her pussy clamped down on my cock a lot harder than my wife's ever had, even in her most intense orgasm. With that much friction, I only lasted a few more strokes before I was pumping my cum deep into Olga's pussy. I moaned, muffled against Ruth's lips and clit, and I heard Ruth gasp in and hold her breath. I guess the vibration of my moan helped her along, so I hummed some more. She was on the brink of orgasm and it only took a few more licks along with the humming to bring her to her shuddering brink. We all collapsed into a happy heap on the bed. One lady on each side with me in the middle. My wife gave me a "thank-you" kiss, deep with lots of tongue even though my beard was still soaked with her own juices. Then Olga brought her mouth down onto mine, kissing me just as deeply and partaking of Ruth's juices. I realized that even though I had just cum deep inside Olga, this was the first time we had deeply kissed. If this were some wild fantasy, I would have been hard again immediately and the wild sex would have continued. However, we were all exhausted. Olga turned out the lights and my wife soon began snoring lightly. I dozed off with a huge smile on my face and my arms outstretched, each hand on a warm, pretty pussy. Weekend in the Mountains Ch. 02 Part 2, Next Morning. Pressure in my bladder woke me up in the gray light of early morning. I blinked for a moment or two, not realizing where I was, then it all came back to me. The two naked, beautiful women on each side of me were a substantial aid to the memory. It had been quite a night, the first time my wife and I had ever had another woman, or anyone for that matter, join us in a threesome. We were staying at a friend's house in the mountains and after a bit of wine (er, make that a lot of wine) she and my wife had plotted to surprise me with a threesome. Yes I was extremely surprised, in fact words do not express the magnitude of my astonishment last evening. To be fair, neither of these women were supermodels, but they were beautiful in my eyes. My wife Ruth was on one side, short and plump with a curvy, voluptuous figure; full, heavy breasts and a round bottom. She had a light olive complexion and golden brown hair worn short. Olga was taller than me and lanky, with a flat belly; small, firm breasts; shoulder-length cornsilk hair and pale, Nordic skin. I eased myself out of the bed, trying my best not to wake them, and padded off down the hallway from the guest bedroom towards the bathroom. It only took a few moments to empty my bladder, and I rinsed my mouth, hoping to freshen my breath in case the ladies woke up horny. I nearly ran into Olga on my way out of the bathroom. She hugged me and we shared one deep kiss before she pulled away to make use of the bathroom. Who cares if she had morning breath, I'm always happy to kiss a naked woman in the morning. Or any other time. That kiss and the feel of her naked body against mine was enough to spark my interest. My shaft was standing at about half-mast as I waited outside the bathroom for her to finish. I grabbed her for another deep kiss on her way out. Last night everything had happened so fast that I didn't have a lot of time to explore her body. I wanted to fix that right now and I whispered in her ear that I wanted her again. She took me by the hand and led me away from the guest bedroom towards her bedroom, both of us continuing our touching and exploring along the way. She laid on her back on the bed, but I didn't join her right away. I stood next to the bed and ran my hands up her slim legs from her ankles to her hips, enjoying every inch of her. My hands moved across her flat tummy and along her sides, up between her breasts, down her arms and around again. I was avoiding touching her nipples or pussy for a short while, just to be a tease. She quickly grew tired of my teasing and reached for my already hard shaft. I reached for her wetness, lightly massaging her outer and inner lips as I crawled up on the bed and got my mouth into position above her blond bush. This was going to be my first taste of her juices. I slid a finger inside her wetness and brought my mouth down on her. A little bit of feeling around and I found a smoother, hard area just inside her opening, her G spot. Meantime my tongue was making circles around her inner lips. The taste was wonderful, similar and yet different from my wife's sweet pussy. She started making her "Oh-oh-oh" noises again, just like last night. I worked another finger inside her and put a little more pressure on her G spot, wiggling my fingers as if I were signaling "come here." By this time my tongue was on her clit, moving side to side as well as up and down. Her grip on my shaft tightened and I thought she was getting close. I tried something new, that I was unable to do with my wife's hidden clit, but I thought it would work on Olga's more prominent one. I formed my tongue into a tube and moved it onto her clit. A few strokes of that and she came quickly, still making the same noises but higher pitched. I could feel her pussy walls squeezing my fingers. I eased up on the pressure and friction, but still kept in contact with her G spot and clit. Her orgasm seemed to go on for a long time. Finally she gasped for me to stop, she had had enough. She pushed me over onto my back, still holding onto my shaft and took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her blond hair was brushing my belly and her warm tongue swirled around the head and flicked across the tip in rapid movements. Then she took almost my entire shaft into her mouth, scraping the sides lightly with her teeth and licking along the underside. I reached down and cupped her right breast, feeling her double-tall nipple pressing into my palm. It was very enjoyable, almost too good. I thought that she was just using her mouth for foreplay, like last night, so I warned her. "You're going to bring me off really quick like that." I gasped. "Uh-huh." She didn't even loosen her mouth to answer. "Uh, do you want me to come in your mouth?" This time she nodded her answer, wagging my cock along with it. I stopped holding back, relaxed and let my orgasm build. I could feel it in the base of my shaft, growing, then exploding into Olga's hungry mouth. She swallowed everything I had and sucked the last bit out of my cock, finally letting it fall limp from her mouth. Swiveling around, she kissed me and I could taste my moisture on her lips. My wife got up about fifteen minutes later, stumbling out to the kitchen to find Olga and me, still naked, cooking breakfast. She was usually grouchy before her caffeine so I set down the knife I had been using to chop onions and poured her a mug of coffee. As I handed her the cup, I stole a kiss and squeezed her bare bottom, another chance that I wasn't going to pass up, to kiss a naked woman in the morning. "Sit on down and we'll have breakfast for you in a minute." I told her. "Hrumph." She took a sip of coffee, then looked over at Olga, then me. "Look at this, you're with a naked blond and you don't even have a hard-on. I grinned. "I was saving that for you, my dear." Weekend in the Mountains Ch. 03 Part 3 - The Girls Become Better Friends. My wife Ruth and I were spending the weekend in the mountains at the hilltop house of Olga, our friend who had become really close over the course of the weekend. I hadn't planned it that way, we were just borrowing her spare bedroom to save spending on a hotel. The rest just happened with a bit of conspiracy between Ruth and Olga. After spending the night as a threesome, Olga and I had sneaked off in the morning for a quick oral session while my wife was still asleep. My wife and I spent most of the rest of the day away from our special friend. We had made plans for some weekend activities like hiking, visiting a nearby museum and a few other things that we find interesting, but might seem boring if set down here. Our friend Olga had to dash off to her office and take care of some paperwork, but we agreed to have dinner together and see what it would lead to. On arriving back at Olga's place that afternoon, we found her grumbling about something, pacing around with her phone and waving her hands angrily. She slammed the phone down and it took a few minutes to calm her and get the story. Her shower had stopped working and the only plumber that would drive up the mountain on the weekend was away. While plumbing is not my expertise, I gallantly offered to try and fix it. A little bit more pay back for letting us use her spare room. The problem turned out to be simple to diagnose, but required a trip partway down the mountain to a hardware store for parts. The ladies sent me off on the errand with the promise that they would start working on dinner in my absence. It took about a half-hour to get down to a shopping center that had a hardware store, then more time to find the parts and stand in a line about three miles long at the checkout counter. Then another half-hour drive back up into the mountains. The whole expedition took a couple of hours and I got back to Olga's place to find the two of them on the couch, drinking wine, and no sign of dinner preparation going on. I just sighed, thinking it typical and got the shower working again. Their sly smiles should have tipped me off that something had been going on. I got the story later from my wife. Here's what happened. Ruth and Olga went into the kitchen to look through the fridge and decide on what to make for dinner. Ruth started by opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses. Olga found a bag of frozen chicken breasts and brought them out of the freezer to show to Ruth. My wife just nodded and handed the wineglass to Olga. A friend once told me that most women are only two glasses of wine away from being bisexual. Perhaps it's true. "Chicken should be good. We can sprinkle some herbs and lemon juice on them." "That sounds good, take out three of them. There should be some frozen veggies in there, too." "Here you go, three chicken breasts." Ruth set them on a plate to thaw. "Hmm, three breasts, must be the girl with something extra." Olga giggled. "I bet it's a bitch trying to find a good bra that will fit three. What is it with guys and breasts, anyway? It's like they're obsessed." "I bet a guy would like a girl with three, one for each hand and one in his mouth." "Well Brian seemed to enjoy playing with four breasts last night." "I think mine are too big, but Brian keeps saying that he likes them large." Ruth cocked her head at Olga. "He seems to like yours, maybe it's cause they're firmer than mine?" Ruth reached out a tentative hand towards Olga. "Do you mind?" "Go ahead." Olga giggled again. "If I can try yours, too. But let's do this right." Olga set her wineglass down and pulled off the top of her hospital scrubs, exposing a lacy pink bra. She quickly undid the bra and presented her bare, apple-sized breasts for Ruth's inspection. Ruth gingerly pressed her hand to Olga's left breast. After a moment she tightened her grip a bit more, bringing her other hand up to explore further. "They are really firm. I wish mine were. Your nipples are really tall, are they always up like that?" "Most of the time, yeah." Olga ran her hands across Ruth's T-shirt, cupping her larger breasts. "What about letting me see?" Ruth let go of Olga's breasts just long enough to discard her shirt and bra, then returned to her caressing inspection. Olga hefted Ruth's pendulous double-handful breasts. "They're so soft. I can understand why Brian likes them." "Yeah, but they hang down too much." "I don't think so." Olga smiled. "Now your nipples are getting hard." Ruth giggled. "I'm enjoying this, but... Mph." She was muffled by Olga gently bringing her lips onto hers. Closed mouth for the first few seconds, but when Ruth didn't pull away, Olga opened her mouth just enough to let their tongues barely meet. They held the tentative kiss for a few moments, letting just the tips of their tongues circle around each other, then Ruth did pull back. "Uh, Olga, I've never done this before..." "Don't worry, neither have I... Well, not much anyway. It feels good, let's just enjoy it." Olga brought her mouth back onto Ruth's and continued to caress her nipples. The kisses deepened, tongues fully intertwined and nipples were being gently pinched. Ruth's resistance had started out low, and now Olga had nearly demolished it. With a bit more stimulation, Ruth was ready for the next step and took the initiative. "This is awkward. Why don't we continue somewhere more comfortable?" Ruth breathed into Olga's ear the next time she came up for air. Olga flicked her head towards her bedroom and headed off in that direction with Ruth in tow. She kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the bed. Ruth followed her example and they continued their kissing and breast explorations. Ruth was the first to dip her head down to Olga's chest and take a tall nipple into her mouth. Olga moaned, rolled her eyes back and grabbed the back of Ruth's head, urging her to continue sucking. "Oh, that feels good, don't stop. Ooo, oh." Olga sighed and gave an extra squeeze to Ruth's sensitive nipples, causing her to moan with Olga's breast still in her mouth. "Oh, that's even better, keep humming. Yes, yes..." Olga breathed and Ruth complied, adding humming noises to her sucking and licking of Olga's breasts. Olga was becoming more excited by the second. After only a short time, she moved her right hand off of Ruth's breast and slid it down past the drawstring of her scrub pants, massaging her own clit. "Oh, oh, you've got me really turned on, I've got to cum soon." Olga gasped. "Please help me. Help me cum." Ruth turned loose of Olga's breast just long enough to look up at her and whisper an "Oh yes," in reply. Ruth undid the drawstring of the scrubs and slid her hand in and past the waistband of Olga's panties, taking over from Olga's self-stimulation. This was the first time that Ruth had ever touched another woman's wet sex and was surprised to find herself really enjoying the wet smoothness of the taller woman. She soon found Olga's clit and tried applying the same sort of pressure that she herself liked. Olga's chorus of "oh... oh" got even louder and faster. By this time Olga was just resting her hands on Ruth's breasts, so absorbed in her impending orgasm that she was oblivious to everything else. Ruth was wet and exited enough that she didn't care, she just kept sucking on Olga's nipples and rubbing her clit. "Oh... oh, put your finger inside, quick." Olga gasped suddenly. "What?" Ruth didn't quite understand at first. "Put your other finger inside me. Rub my G-spot, quick, I'm going to cum. Oh, oh, oh." Ruth twisted her hand around a little bit to follow Olga's instructions. Moving her thumb onto Olga's clit, Ruth dipped her middle finger just inside the wet opening. It only took a second for Ruth to find the smooth area that indicated Olga's G-spot and start massaging it. Olga didn't last long after that. Oh yessss, I'm cumming. Oooooh..." Ruth could feel Olga's vagina walls ripple as the blond lolled her head back in pure ecstasy. It took a little while for Olga's breathing to slow down and Ruth finally slid her hand out of Olga's soaked panties and scrubs. "That was extraordinary, but I want to cum, too. Help me cum." Ruth breathed in Olga's ear and started undoing her own jeans. Olga nodded and kneeled up to help the shorter woman slide her jeans and panties all the way off, then without moving from between Ruth's knees, she gave a wicked grin. Gently spreading Ruth's plump legs, Olga dipped her head onto the newly exposed slit. Ruth gasped with surprise as Olga's tongue plunged into the folds of her wet pussy. Ruth couldn't help herself from putting her hand on the back of Olga's head and guiding her to just the right places. Ruth's other hand slid up to her breasts and added to her stimulation. Olga was working on Ruth with all of her skill, sliding her tongue from her wet hole up to her clit and back again and using her lips to nibble on Ruth's soft inner labia. Ruth's breathing became ragged as she approached her own climax. When Olga thought that Ruth was close, she slid her finger into the shorter woman's vagina, seeking her G-spot. There was barely time to find it. Ruth took an extra deep breath, held it for a moment and then let it out slowly in one long, continuous moan. Olga kept on licking. As her orgasm subsided, Ruth was so overstimulated that she found it necessary to grab Olga's head and pull her away. "That's enough. Oh God, that was wonderful." Ruth sighed. Olga crawled up the bed so that their heads were together on the pillows. "Oh yes, that was so good, I'm glad you liked it as much as I did." Without waiting for a reply, Olga brought her mouth down onto Ruth's for another deep kiss. Ruth responded eagerly and Olga slid her hand down to cup Ruth's bare bottom. Ruth slid her hand down, too and noticed that Olga wasn't wearing her scrubs or panties anymore. Part of Ruth's mind wondered when that happened, but mostly she didn't care. Especially when Olga pulled Ruth close so that their muffs rubbed together. Ruth swiveled her hips against Olga and was pleased to find that she could indirectly stimulate her clit this way. It had the same effect on Olga's clit and they both started moving in synch, grinding their mounds together. Their sweet juices combined, lubricating their motion and soaking their mingled pubic hair, blond and brown. Their speed increased by slight degrees, bit by bit until both women were ready to cum yet again. Olga was the first to climax, moaning directly into Ruth's mouth and squeezing the shorter woman's nipples. Ruth kept rubbing against Olga for a few seconds more, just until the shorter woman's own orgasm caused her to squirm in delight until she was satiated. Gasping for air, both women rolled onto their backs, away from each other but still touching slightly. Neither one willing to break contact yet. They lay like that until both were breathing in a way close to normal again. "Oh my God, that was wonderful." "Oh yes, yes, yes. But we'd better get dressed, Brian might get back anytime now." "Don't you think he'd like to find us naked and together? I bet he's already had this fantasy." "Yeah, it's probably any guy's fantasy, but I was thinking that if he finds us like this, then the shower will never get fixed." Weekend in the Mountains Ch. 04 Part 4 - A Dip in the Hot Tub. When I returned to Olga's with the shower parts, I was a little disappointed to see no visible progress on dinner preparation. Both Ruth and Olga were relaxing on the couch, giggling and sharing a young bottle of Muscat of Alexandria. "Hey, save some wine for me." I stole a sip from my wife's glass, gave her a kiss and a quick squeeze on her heavy breast. "Tease." She chided me as she recovered her wineglass from my grasp. "Don't forget me," Olga chimed in. I stole a drink from her glass, too, before kissing her lips and bushing my hand against the front of her hospital scrubs top, finding that her nipples were hard. Neither woman was wearing a bra, so their erect nipples were easily discernible through the fabric. "That's enough for now." Olga grabbed her wineglass back. "Go fix my shower." Plumbing is not really my area of expertise, but I managed to get the shower control valve rebuilt and working in about an hour by following the instructions that came with the parts kit. I turned on the water and instantly got a soaking. Well, the shower certainly works, but I thought it was off when it was really on full. I had flung myself out of the stream and hit the tile floor pretty hard, dazing myself for a moment before I realized what was wrong. I had installed the valve handle backwards. I shut off the supply tap and quickly unscrewed and flipped the handle over so that it read properly, tested it one more time, washed my hands and headed back to the kitchen. There were still no pots, pans or plates set up and the ladies were nowhere to be found. I wandered around the house for a bit, dripping and searching. I checked down the short hallway to the bathroom and the guest room, then across the way in Olga's bedroom. Then I noticed a light outside in the darkness, just down the slope from the narrow deck that ran halfway around the house. I stepped out onto the deck through one of the living room's sliding glass panels, my wet t-shirt getting a bit chilly in the evening mountain air. The light was coming from an area just below the level of the deck and just off the edge. In a little area sheltered between the deck supports, the house and a projection of the foundation retaining wall was a small hot tub or a kind of spa. It was maybe large enough for four or five persons. The light was coming from its underwater floodlamp. Both my wife and our hostess were soaking neck-deep in the steaming water, wineglasses in hand and a couple of bottles perched on the tub's wide edge. Ruth saw me first. "Hi dear, done with the shower? It looks like you've tried it out, but you forgot to take off your clothes." She was very giggly by now. Olga set aside her wineglass and gestured. "Strip down and come on in, the water's warm." "I don't have my trunks with me, what about the neighbors?" "The nearest neighbor is nearly half a mile away. Come on in." "Besides, we're not wearing anything, either." "I couldn't tell with all the bubbles." I stripped off my wet T-shirt, letting it splat on the wooden deck, kicked off my shoes and started down the little flight of wooden stairs from the deck to the spa area. "Not so fast, dance for us. Woo-woo." "Yeah, pretend you're a Chippendale's guy." Ruth started clapping her hands slowly to set a rhythm. Well, I'm not much of a dancer, but I didn't think they were sober enough to be art critics right then. I tried moving my hips around in a circle, thrusting back and forth for them. Then I flexed what muscles I had in various bodybuilder poses. Then turning away from them, I undid my jeans and slid them down slowly, wiggling my butt while mooning them. "Pretty good dear, I think we've embarrassed you enough." "Yeah, he's got a tight enough ass, I think we should let him in the tub now." "Are you two going to jump me as soon as I'm in the water?" I was lowering myself in slowly, trying to get used to the temperature. "Naw," Olga answered. "Hot tubs aren't really that good for sex. Haven't you ever heard of the 'boiled noodle effect'?" "Then I'll try to stay al dente." I grabbed an empty wineglass that seemed to be an extra and poured myself some Pinot Noir. Soon I was feeling very relaxed in the hot water. The spa was so small that our knees were touching and I played a bit of footsie with my two companions. We kept up the mildly sexy banter for a few minutes, then my stomach rumbled. "Hey, what about dinner? Weren't you two supposed to be fixing it?" "We've got some chicken warming in the oven and some thawed veggies waiting in the microwave. We can eat out here in about ten minutes" "As soon as that timer goes off, we'll nuke the veggies one more time and bring out the plates." "This sounds like heaven, two nude beauties fixing me dinner." I grinned. "Don't inflate your ego too big, ace. We expect a little action in return." "You mean besides me fixing the shower?" I teased. "I thought that's why women keep men around: to fix things and kill spiders." Ruth splashed some water at me. Then climbed out of the spa to shut off the ringing timer and finish with dinner preparation. I used the opportunity to pat her bottom when she was climbing the pool steps. While I was distracted, Olga used my head to boost herself out of the tub, dunking me under the water in the process. They giggled at my sputtering while they toweled off a bit before going back inside. I leaned back, took another sip of wine and thought about the events of this weekend. What were the chances that Ruth and I could keep up a long-term sexual relationship with Olga? Or was this weekend a one-time only event? Olga lived over three hours drive from our house, too far away to just drive over for an evening or the occasional casual fuck, but close enough that we could make a weekend of it, just as we had this weekend. Maybe my wife thought that distance would make for a safer relationship, I might not be tumbling Olga without her there. I found that I was growing rather fond of Olga and wanted her again, with or without my wife. But I didn't want to jeopardize my long marriage to Ruth. This could be a problem when Olga and I were working one of the small Ren Faires where we had met. It would be an opportunity for Olga and I to get together without Ruth, unless Ruth started working Faire with me. Or would I have to give up Faire? This was a bit of a dilemma, one that I had no frame of reference to try and solve. My musings were interrupted by the ladies returning with three paper dinner plates piled with food along with a handful of flatware and napkins. I quit trying to philosophize myself out of a possible future problem and concentrated on the present. We dug into the food, eating on the edge of the spa and amazed at how hungry the fresh mountain air made us. I cleaned up after dinner, walking the plates to the trashcan and rinsing the forks and knives, leaving them in the dishwasher. It somehow felt refreshing to do these chores nude, no clothes getting in the way and not worrying if I splashed myself. I returned to the hot tub, sank into the warm, bubbly water and reached over to massage my wife's neck. She responded by rolling her head around, loosening all the kinks. I felt Olga's hand on my thigh so I reached over and started on her neck, too. Both women leaned in a bit, urging my hands to massage them where they needed it. After a while, Olga moved her hand up to my equipment and I started wondering if the 'boiled noodle effect' was just an old wives tale. It only took a moment of her warm hand groping me to disprove that particular theory. Olga felt me starting to get hard and leaned over for a deep kiss, her tongue invading my mouth. I kept massaging Ruth's neck with my left hand and started fondling one of Olga's firm little breasts with my right. Ruth slid over closer to me and took over on the kiss when Olga leaned back for a moment. I moved my left hand to one of her larger, pendulous breasts. Again I marveled at the differences between the two women, my wife with her softer, more curvy body and Olga with her firmer, more athletic frame. Both of them quite beautiful in their own unique way. They traded off kissing me for a while and my hands moved down their bodies to caress the sex of each one. As if planned, they both moved their faces in and I felt two tongues at once, lapping at mine and at each other. Then Olga turned her back to me, stepped up on the seat of the spa and leaned down, bringing her backside just a bit higher than my face. "I need some more attention." She pleaded. I turned towards her and dipped my face into her pussy from behind, lapping at the chlorine scented wetness and trying to lick her as deep as possible. Ruth scooted over closer and kept fondling my cock and also started playing with one of Olga's nipples. I put my free hand into Ruth's brown muff, trying to keep her stimulated while I brought our blond friend pleasure. Olga started moaning and swiveled her hips, grinding her pussy into my face. I kept up as best as I could, licking her inner lips and clit for all I was worth and was finally rewarded with her shuddering orgasm. Ruth didn't want left out. "My turn." She called, easing up onto the spa edge and leaning back with her cute, round bottom hanging off the edge and just over the water. I eased my face past her knees and dipped my tongue into her juices. Olga lowered herself back into the water and took over the job of keeping me manually stimulated. I kept one hand roaming over the taller woman, pinching her tall nipples and teasing her inner lips. Occasionally she would give a little squeal when I applied too much stimulation. In the meantime, my wife was starting to breathe heavy and make her little humming noise. I reached up with my free hand and started caressing her soft breasts and hard nipples. It wasn't long before she too was letting her breath out in one long, shuddering gasp as she came on my tongue. Olga gave a tug on my cock to get my attention. "See, I told you about the 'boiled noodle' effect." She wagged my semi-erect cock around. My wife brought her hand down and also tested my hardness. "You're the medical expert, what can we do about it?" She shrugged at her blond friend. "Let's dry off and go inside, things should improve soon." She turned me loose and stepped out of the hot tub to a waiting stack of towels. My wife quickly followed. It looks like I don't get much say in things, the two women had their own agenda. There were worse ways to be treated so I hauled myself out of the spa and dried off before following the two beauties into Olga's bedroom. Once inside, they immediately pushed me down on the bed and started licking my semi-hard member at the same time, one on each side. I noticed that their tongues would often caress each other while still in contact with my cock. This intense stimulation soon had me very hard. The two women exchanged a knowing glance, as if they silently communicated their plans to each other. I found myself being helped up from my reclining position, flipped over and down towards the foot of the bed so Olga could slide under me. She guided my now-hard cock into her waiting pussy. At the same time my wife laid back on the bed closer to its head and, by throwing one leg across Olga's chest, positioned her sweet pussy where my mouth could reach it while my cock was still deep in Olga. I got the idea immediately, twisted myself half-sideways and buried my face in Ruth's muff again, working her favorite places with my tongue. At the same time I was thrusting deep into the taller woman's wet hole. Once more, Olga came first, clamping down on my cock and moaning onto my wife's side. Ruth was the next to cum, squealing in pleasure and I followed almost immediately, emptying my cum into Olga's sweet vagina. We fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs on the large bed. I felt someone moving, bringing me awake in the bright, late-morning light. It was Ruth, getting up to answer the call of nature. I needed to go also, so I followed along and waited my turn. Olga got up just a few minutes later for the same reason. "We should pack up so we can get on the road home before noon." As usual, Ruth was being the practical one. "How much do you need to pack?" Olga teased, patting Ruth on the bottom. "We've been naked for most of the weekend." "Yeah, but I'm still horny. So far you've got Brian's cock in you every time. I want a turn." My wife's grin showed that she wasn't upset, just making an observation. "I'm certain that with a little inspiration, I can fix that right away." I leaned over and kissed my wife, running my hand over her left nipple. She reached down and gave my equipment a little squeeze. "Let's go back into my room, the bed's larger." Olga suggested as she ran a hand over my butt. We fell into the bed, nearly repeating the same position as last night, but this time with Ruth under me and Olga at her side where my mouth could reach. Ruth was already wet and wanted me in her right away. This was rare for her; she usually needs a lot of foreplay. Olga spread her legs wide, but realized that she would have one leg in Ruth's face. She quickly adjusted her position so that Ruth's head was resting on her thigh, making Olga's legs spread even wider. As soon as my cock was inside my wife, I twisted sideways and dived straight into that blond muff. Incredible, each woman tasted similar, but had their own unique character. Just like their height and the shape of their bodies. I don't think I could tire of ether one, in fact I wasn't at all tired of my curvy wife. This time I was the first to cum, but I continued to thrust as I came. Fortunately it only took a few more strokes to get Ruth to cum, with Olga following right away. We lay there for a while, letting our breathing rate return to normal. Ruth was the first to get up, sliding out from under me. "I'm going to get cleaned up so we can get on the road. Don't forget your wet shirt outside." She reminded me. I gave Olga's right breast a kiss and lick before I got up to help my wife. Olga shivered and got up to help, too. As my wife mentioned, it didn't take us long to pack and we were soon dressed again, standing in Olga's gravel driveway to say goodbye. Olga had tossed on a long t-shirt that looked like it was made for sleeping. It was rather thin and didn't conceal much from close up, but I guess she didn't want to give the neighbors an eyeful in the daylight. Even if they were a half-mile away. We both kissed Olga before getting into the car. I put a lot of tongue into our goodbye kiss and squeezed Olga's bottom for good measure. I noticed that my wife also locked tongues with Olga and I wondered about that. I hadn't yet heard the story about their adventure while I was getting the shower parts. Olga waved as we started to roll, but my wife motioned me to stop and she put down her window. "I'll call you next week," She called to the blond, "I've got some more time off soon and we can get together again." Olga nodded and my wife signaled me to start driving again. "So you two are starting to make your own plans, now?" "Don't worry," my wife grinned at me, "no matter what plans we girls have, you can come along with both of us." I noticed that she put just a little extra emphasis on the word "come."