Dimitri rose first and went to the patio door. He had been the first to climax in round one, so he was most back to normal.
Neither husband nor I considered Dimitri an ‘odd man out’.
I said, “That Russian got as much pussy as he needed. He got my mouth as well.”
Christine watched him move toward the door, but Karl and I were sharing an intimate moment ourselves.
Karl whispered, “You were fantastic. You were beautiful. You were a vixen, a queen and a whore, all at once.”
I asked, “Which did you like the best?”
Karl didn’t hesitate. “The bitch. Dimitri brought out the animal in you. Sure, you are my wife, but you deserve someone who can make you scream.”
The person who exposed my animal nature came back inside to announce, “The sky is pocked with stars. Come see!”
We went to the threshold of the patio door. Sure enough, the storm had passed. The moon shone just above the trees and no clouds. Dimitri was right, we saw millions of stars.
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I am going for a swim.” Christine then slipped off whatever she had on and walked to the deep end edge of our pool and dove in.
Dimitri followed her, shedding clothes with no thought of where items landed or his nakedness. Like on a playground, they engaged in some parallel play, swimming, diving, floating apart. Then they did their cooperative play, tossing a Nerf around, diving for treasure the other tossed to the bottom.
Karl took the cover off the round metal fire-pit. The fuel canister was ready, as was the wood and lighter. The flames leaped into the air, illuminating the clothed and unclothed alike.
“Karl and I will get the drinks and join you.” We moved inside. Karl mixed the White Russians; I prepped the snacks.
When we got back to the patio, Dimitri and Christine were hanging onto the edge of the pool, deep in conversation. I put their tray down at their elbows. At first, I assumed the talk was something sexual or romantic, but he was telling her what to expect on Monday at his residence.
The second round of drinks made everyone contemplative. In the afterglow of sex and swim, we watched the moon move across the sky. The peace and quiet after the violent storms and intense love-making calmed us all. If one of us got chilled, we hopped into the heated pool. When we were too warm, we cooled in the gentle breeze. The stars proceeded on their slow, predictable paths westward; planes miles high going to God-knows-where.
I heeded Rex’s advice about keeping his name in the conversation. While watching the contrails reflected by the moonlight, I wondered aloud, “Where is Rex tonight? Maybe on one of those jets headed back to California?”
“More likely headed back here.” Dimitri surprised me with that comment. I intended my Rex-musing for Karl.
“Oh?” That was the best I could do. Rex was on other people’s minds as well.
Dimitri was matter-of-fact. “Surely, a fine pussy like yours needs to be maintained. If he neglects it much longer, that sweet cunt of yours will find a new owner.”
My Russian was referring to himself.
Karl needn’t have said anything, but I suppose his manliness got the best of him. He chimed in, “I may call an end to this. Clair and I are closer now than we’ve been in years. I can accept some extra-marital romance, but you need to respect our marriage as well.”
Christine got up from her lounge and moved over to Karl. She was the most sober. She had not touched her drink, because she was in the pool when Karl and I came out to the patio. She whispered something.
Whatever she said to Karl worked. He said, “I know, I understand. I don’t have much to complain about, given my actions here tonight.”
Dimitri took that as permission. He stood and offered his hand to me. I took it and rose to ask, “Where are you taking me, sir?”
“To our room, by way of our shower.”
Dimitri led me naked to just inside the patio door. We were still visible to anyone wishing to know what was going on. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips.
This sounds silly, maybe juvenile, but I like kissing. Lips just touching is nice. I learned early how much Frenching got teen boys going. Crap! Frenching got teen girls going too. By the time I was in college, I could make my mouth into a cunt that guys could fuck with their tongues. "A promise of things to come."
I kissed him back, tickled his tongue and felt that dickhead growing. I took hold of it through his robe. He rocked into me and laid his lips on my shoulder.
“Fuck that hurt!” Everyone heard me exclaim when Dimitri bit me on the neck. Karl started to move to my defense. Christine put her hand on Karl’s leg. He stopped and watched.
Loud enough for Karl to hear Dimitri say, “I do the other side. You should be ready.” Dimitri was demanding action again.
Karl saw me offer my other shoulder to him. I could not refuse my Russian lover.
I was ready for the next bite. He whispered, “There will be more.”
The windows and curtains in my boudoir bathroom were wide open. With the lights on, anyone in the pool area could see what we were doing.
I leaned down to turn on the faucets. I looked up, out the window. I looked down. My tits were swinging side to side. Christine and Karl were watching us: naked, leaning into each other, skin touching skin.
“Dimitri, we have an audience. Let’s give them a show.” He turned me around so that I was looking out the open window, slightly bent over, feeling his dick swell against the crack of my ass. He needn’t have held my ass. It was there for him.
I wondered, “Am I really performing in a sex show?
Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage.”
Our stage was a suburban bathroom. My protagonist/hero stroked me, from bitten shoulders down to ass cheeks. Three times was enough. I straightened my body and Dimitri’s arms encircled me, his hands cupping my breasts upward. His fingers found my already erect nipples and pulled them. I involuntarily shoved my ass back towards him.
“You can take me now or we can get in the tub.” I gave him a choice.
He moved back and gestured for me to move.
With the shower spouts shooting hot water toward me, I stepped into the tub. My lover stepped in as well.
I teased all three. I know our watchers could hear me. “Someone should write an instruction book on how to give a sensuous bath and shower. I would suggest the pair take turns. Like this.”
I grabbed a scrungee and soaped it up. I washed Dimitri’s massive body, head to waist.
“One washes parts, then the other washes those same parts, moving down to pussy and long, fat dick.” I emphasized the last three words while I washed, rinsed and sucked Dimitri.
“Lesson Two: Start at the feet and move up again to pussy and prick. Of course, if the lady is lucky enough to have to such as specimen as this, she is excused for taking so much time.”
My training scene was almost through.
Dimitri grunted as I popped that huge head into my mouth, then out again.
His eyes were still closed. I reached up and turned off all the hot water.
The shower went from 104 degree setting to 40! Dimitri yelped at the shock.
“We have a saying in America. Payback is a bitch.” Dimitri had done the same to me.
He huddled under me.
Dimitri recovered quickly. “Yes. Payback. I understand. But you must now use the towels on me, massaging my skin to warm it back up. Then we get in your bed.”
My Russian lover took his rubdown seriously, directing the path of my toweling.
He then stretched out on my bed, with that long pole waving at me. I used Rex’s trick of getting as much of my body to touch his. I snuggled up to his side, put a leg over his and kissed him. His ear and neck got my first busses. Then his shoulders. I squeezed his chest muscles, drawing up his tit as I like it done to me. I sucked and jerked on it, like I would a dick.
“Climb on top of me, he pleaded.”
I did and rubbed my pussy on his belly. Then I kissed him straight on the lips. I cupped his head with my hand and tongued him.
“I am going to be as gentle with you as you are rough with me.”
I rolled over to his other side and repeated my kissing, ears, shoulder, tit, then down farther.
His precum was already leaking onto his hairy belly. I lapped it up, took that head into my mouth and just held it there.
“How can a man have any cum left?” I asked. “This time, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so good you beg me to let you cum. I will not allow it until I say you can cum. Understand?”
He nodded yes and I climbed aboard. Getting his dickhead into me was the hardest part. Once there, I lowered myself all the way down.