It's late afternoon in Maui, and we have all been lounging by the ocean melting into our beach chairs, alternating between slurping icy margaritas and a smattering of rum drinks. Between bathroom visits, hot tub and pool plunges and reapplying suntan lotion to each other, we finally run out of drinks and decide to make a refill and snack run back to the condo.
So, we shuffle up to the condo, glistening and warm from the sun and alcohol, to get re-supplied. When we get into the cool, I pull out some guacamole and pita chips for the girls and start getting ready to refill the “water” bottles.
It feels refreshing and cool being out of the sun for even a few moments and provides a brief respite from the heat that we're soon going to be heading back to. We are all still in our suits, looking oily and slick, with the scent of coconut oil wafting around the room.
Cari, Sharon and Jane are all sitting on the living room couches talking away. I'm standing in the kitchen making drinks.
As I make drinks, I'm watching the ladies chat and have fun, realizing that all of them have watched me masturbate, at various times, in the past. This gives me a bit of a chill of excitement as I think about this now and the various times I've performed in front of them. All those performances were for them individually and I have not been able to have that group fantasy that I've been working on for some time. Maybe today is the day?
My wife has not been able to have any physical intimacy since a medical incident in 2021. The constant nerve pain prohibits any touching, hugging or other physical contact. We have tried multiple times, over the years, but it is not enjoyable for her at all. Maybe the nerve pain will ease with time, but who knows. Currently we classify ourselves as a celibate couple so that we are both clear on where we are at.
I am not interested in additional romantic dalliances, BUT I do have plenty of physical and sexual fantasies that allow me the mental/physical release to my current celibate existence. Since I am focused on masturbation, most of my fantasies center around either watching someone masturbate, as I masturbate, or having people watching me masturbate and occasionally having someone masturbating me directly.
In this case I know what I would like, but I will need to read the room carefully. Jane is facing me on the couch while Sharon and Cari are sitting directly across from each other, laughing and talking. They aren’t looking at me but could easily turn their heads to see me.
Since I am behind the counter at the kitchen sink preparing the drinks, Jane can only see me from the waist up. I smile at Jane several times to get her attention and see what kind of mood she is in. Jane has watched me masturbate from another room where she was hanging out with Sharon, but I was positioned so Sharon could not see me. She never took her eyes off me until I squirted all over. Then she got a great big warm smile on her face
Another time, Jane and I had a brief encounter where I was able to cum all over the front of her shirt when I masturbated. I soiled her shirt pretty good. She stepped out of the room after that and then came back in a few minutes later with the same shirt on, having just wiped my cum off with a damp rag. I could still smell myself on her as well as to see the wet spots on the shirt. She boldly wore that shirt during dinner with everyone, and for the rest of the evening, which was a huge turn on!
Now as I stand here, I'm in no hurry to get the drinks done and leave this exciting and fun situation. I lower my trunks to the floor while continuing to work on the drinks. I do bend down to pick them up and when Sharon and Cari are talking intently, I lift them above the counter to show Jane. She's smiling at me but gives me a bit of a scowl when she sees me set them down on the counter. Jane is always a bit nervous about getting caught, but I think a bit of those jitters only heightens the experience. In the end, she will participate even as I drag her into it kicking and screaming.
There is a butter dish on the counter next to me. I take off the lid, with Jane watching, and use a spoon to scoop up a good tablespoon of butter. I then hold out my right hand and plop the butter into my palm. I flex my palm a bit to warm up the butter to help it melt a bit. Jane is watching all of this nervously.
I then reach down and begin to stroke my semi-erect cock with my buttery hand. This feels divine and I get harder yet. Just the sounds of Cari and Sharon talking with Jane watching me is really getting me going.
After more than a few strokes, I clear my throat, level my breathing, and ask Jane if she could give me a hand. She almost laughs out loud and I am not sure what she is planning on doing. But I motion with my head for her to come on over and engage.
She looks at Sharon and Cari, but neither are paying any attention, so she gets up and comes behind the kitchen counter. She smiles when she sees my bare ass with my hand sliding up and down my cock, dripping with butter.
She asks what she can do to help, and I use the spoon to get a small dollop of butter and motion for her to open her hand up. She presents her hand and slowly opens it. Once the butter hits her palm, she closes it and flexes, feeling the butter loosen in her grip.
At this point Sharon decides she is going to take a shower and get cleaned up. Fortunately, she uses the bedroom entrance away from the kitchen. Whew!
But now Cari is disengaged from any conversation and just looking at her phone.
Jane stands slightly to my left (she is left-handed, by the way) and reaches around me to push my hand away and begins to stroke my cock! I usually like to stroke my cock myself as I truly know the rhythm that is needed to make him sing. But with a participant and potential participant in play I cannot refuse the help! Jane is good at this and begins stroking longer and slower strokes. This gets me to my maximum hardness and accelerates my breathing a bit.
Jane has her hand on my lower back massaging me and using that to push against me and maintain her balance. This feels lovely as her hand moves down to the crack of my ass and back up again, helping to get me even more pumped up and excited.
She has started to pump a bit faster now as she can feel me starting to tense up as my senses are starting to focus on her hands, around my cock and on my lower back and ass.
Finally, Cari notices that the vibe in the room has changed and she looks up toward us. She can immediately see what is going on. She lets out a snort and says, “Michael.” (She always calls me by my formal name when she is trying to get my attention to let me know I may be going over the top somehow.) "What are you doing?” She gets a little devilish smile as she asks Jane, “And what are you doing?”
Neither of us respond as she rises and starts to walk toward us. Jane has now picked up the speed of her strokes and is really making it hard to do anything except wear that long stare which fills my eyes briefly as I prepare to cum and squirt all over the sink and counter.
Cari moves to the edge of the counter by the sink and looks over to see Jane stroking my hard cock and butter dripping on the floor. Cari looks up to me with a slight smirk, but I am not able to take any more of this and with a groan and hip thrust I cum onto the counter top and into the sink! Jane continues to stroke me a couple of more times as I spasm a bit due to the sensitivity of the orgasm.
I put both hands on the edge of the sink and with a throaty sigh, let out a very heartfelt thank you to both of them.
As I turn around, Jane takes her hand, now full of butter and cum, and starts rubbing it on my chest to clean it off.
Cari gently reaches across the sink, turns my head, and gently lifts my chin with her finger and says, “Don’t worry Michael, we got you!”
I am not sure why, but those words open a torrent of emotion within me. Boiling over is the frustration, the embarrassment, the relief of the release but mostly the joy and love for my friends who understand that sometimes loving someone means getting a little bit messy with them.
And I love them for it!
