The morning sunlight peaked through the blinds, slowly rousing Ben from another full night’s rest. With a yawn and a rub of his eyes, he stretched his arms over his head, flexing the muscles in his back. Putting his hands behind his head, he couldn’t help the satisfied smile he wore. The faint sound of birds calling outside the window added to the ease of waking up at his favorite place on Earth.

He’d spent most of his life at his grandparent’s lake cabin up north. The rustic log structure held so many cherished memories that always gave Ben a yearning desire to get back to as soon as he’d left. Now, here he was again, ready to spend another full week taking in the serenity and peace that the property offered. Though short-lived, with the holiday weekend approaching. Ben’s family cabin sat in a small, quiet bay at the very end of the area’s premier boating and recreation lake.

Solitude and relaxation were in ample supply in the middle of the week, but by Friday afternoon, the lake was a flurry of aquatic activity. Wake boats, pontoons, jet-skis and just about any other watercraft imaginable would be out making waves and plenty of noise. Though he certainly didn’t mind people enjoying themselves on the water, Ben found himself happiest when mother nature was the only one providing the background noise. This day, Ben figured, would be the last quiet day before the lake’s normal population increased tenfold.

Sliding out of bed, Ben brushed his teeth and peered over the loft’s railing overlooking the rest of the cabin. The interior was awash with light from the slowly rising sun. As he descended the stairs, he saw the inviting view of the deck calling his name. Fixing himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, he slid open the sliding glass door that led out to the low deck.

The bay was absolutely serene. The water, smooth as glass with not even a ripple of disturbance. Directly across the bay, Ben could see the gleam of the sunlight shining on the dense foliage of the untouched forest. The cabin was located closer to the mouth of the bay on the end of one of the dead-end roads. The road branched off in three directions, one to the east around the point to the main lake, one to the left to dead end at the forested side of the bay, and one winding north till it reached its end at the point. Several properties lay directly to his family’s right and roughly fifteen dotted the shoreline back towards the south.

There had been talks of land development across the bay that would surely ruin the picturesque beauty of the current scene. Something Ben put out of his mind as he held the steaming mug of coffee to his lips. He’d been very excited when he learned he could work remote, especially when he could sneak away to the cabin during the work week. In his opinion, he felt as if his productivity increased dramatically when he wasn’t cooped up in an artificially lit cubicle for eight hours at a time.

He’d gotten to the cabin late Sunday evening, reveling in the nonexistent northward traffic, while a steady stream of headlights headed south back home. After a couple days of hard work from his deck chair office, Ben had signed off until the following week. Now, with nothing on the schedule, he could relax and enjoy the cabin all to himself before anyone arrived in a couple of days’ time.

Rising from his chair, he stepped off the deck and made his way across the yard towards the dock. A slow trolling bass boat that had broken the glasslike water passed by. The angler’s constant cast of the lure leaving a bright, shiny glint for only a moment before disappearing beneath the water’s surface in hopes of a fish taking the bait. The small waves slowly rocking against the sandy shoreline of the beach as his feet hit the dock. He peered off the edge, hoping to glimpse some fish that might hide in the shadows. Rewarded by a few decent sized sunfish and a couple of small bass before taking a seat on the dock bench.

Sipping his coffee, he slowly looked southward, taking in the varying details of each individual property. It was no surprise to him that being on the best lake around meant that big money found its way into the area. Quaint family cabins that flourished at one time were now slowly being bought and demolished. They had constructed enormous lake houses in their place. The properties were seldom used.

A select few neighbors in the bay lived their year-round or maintained legacy cabins they frequented, regardless of the season. It was the big money places that really made Ben curious. Most of the time, the boat slips and dock lifts at these places remained empty save for one or two weekends. This upcoming weekend would be one of those such weekends. Ben had met none of the neighbors in these larger houses, but he often wondered about the backstory of those who so infrequently capitalized on spending time in this magical place.

One property caught his eye. It was at the very end of the bay, just a few lots down from the dead end, that rested against the large expanse of mixed deciduous and coniferous forest. The house itself stuck out from all the rest, solely because of its size. Though he could only see the lakeside view, he assumed the rest of the house was as big as what he could see. It had a glass-walled balcony with stone pillars that extended the entire length of the main floor. Below the balcony was a concrete patio with an outdoor kitchen and fancy deck furniture. Above, a second smaller glass walled balcony extended off of a pair of French doors that Ben could only assume was the primary suite. The well-groomed landscaping and boulder-keeping walls had to cost more than his family’s entire cabin. Along the shore, the beach area was wide with plenty of sand. An amount they hauled in. Extending out into the water was a large dock with several slips for jet-skis, a wake boat, and a pontoon.

Ben recalled watching some of the finest watercraft on the lake come into the bay and nestle comfortably in their respective lifts. Several polo-clad employees wearing the uniform of the boat club across the lake had piloted the vessels to their destination.

Must be pretty nice to have money, Ben thought.

Having others prepare your boats, deliver them right to you, and then pick them up for storage again sounded like a sweet deal, excluding the dollar amount.

The most impressive part of the entire property that always caught Ben’s eye was the float plane track. Whoever owned the property could fly their plane right into the bay and winch it up on shore. It was always a spectacle to see. The roar of the plane’s engine as the pilot slowly tilted the aircraft out of the sky, gracefully gliding across the water. Ben had seen it firsthand yet again the evening prior as it came into the bay, bathed in the fading sunlight against the pines.

He observed from a far, a figure that exited the plane to operate the winch. The plane drydocked as another figure, presumably the pilot, disembarked and began carrying bags to a nearby shed. He watched as the shed door opened and a flatbed golf cart emerged. With the baggage loaded, the pair drove off, up the slight rise of the ridge towards the front of the house.

The day before, Ben slid his kayak into the water and paddled the entire shoreline of the bay. As he approached the plane, he slowly floated by, admiring the luxurious property up close. Movement at the house caught his eye as he peered through his sunglasses. On the glass balcony, he observed two bikini-clad women on a pair of chaise deck chairs. They had captured his attention, and he had suddenly captured theirs.

The women stood quickly, leaning against the railing. Even from afar, Ben could tell they were gorgeous. Both had dark hair and from the distance, neither of their bikinis were hiding much from the amount of skin exposed.

Ben thought back on that as he rose from the dock, finishing his cup of coffee. Free to do whatever he wanted, he pondered that thought as he returned to the cabin. He reluctantly settled his mind on some basic chores around the property.

The sun was continuing its climb in the sky, and already it was sweltering. Ben stripped off his shirt and went to work. He started by raking the sticks and weeds from the beach area. After completing that task, he took a bucket of soapy water and a brush to clear the dock of any unwanted gifts left by birds overhead. A few times, he’d stop and give a friendly wave towards a passing boat.

It was a phenomenon that always impressed him, how everyone waves to one another while on a boat, but never when driving on the road.

“Everyone’s happiest on the water,” he sighed as the latest person flew by on a roaring jet-ski.

His chores soon complete, he cooled off with a bottle of water and a piece of toast for a late morning breakfast. Checking his phone, he noticed how hot the afternoon was going to be.

A perfect day to cool off in the water, he thought.

Before relaxing, he figured it was best to get his daily workout in before the sun’s rays were too overpowering. He decided on a light jog to each of the various dead ends around the bay. Nothing too taxing, but still long enough to be worth it. He changed into a dry-fit shirt and a pair of athletic shorts before slipping into his running shoes. With his laces tight and earbuds humming his workout playlist, Ben took off down the driveway and out onto the narrow road.

He headed south, moving a decent pace. The road clustered tightly with tall pine trees on either side. Slowly passing each driveway, he gazed curiously for signs of anyone’s arrival to their respective properties. The locals he knew were certainly there, but it still continued to amaze him how some of the larger houses remained dark and quiet.

He pushed on up the hill towards the four-way stop, a fresh sheen of sweat beginning to form on his skin. His heart thumping and his breathing increasing as he crested the rise just in time to see two figures walking his direction. As he approached, he realized it was a pair of women. A pair of very attractive women from the looks of it.

They were walking briskly, both wearing brightly colored sports bras with matching leggings. Cutting the distance, Ben observed their locks of long, dark hair bobbing in high ponytails with each step. One was slightly taller than the other, but still a few inches shorter than himself. The shorter of the two had olive skin, kissed by the sun. Her counterpart had a slightly fairer complexion. As they closed within speaking distance, Ben used every ounce of willpower not to stare at the steady bouncing of their synthetic tops.  

“Hi!” the two women said in unison, with friendly smiles.

“Hey there,” Ben said through labored breaths, giving a grin and a nod.

They held eye contact until they cleared his peripheral. Not wanting to turn around, Ben fought with every fiber of his beaning. Temptation prevailed, overpowering him as he cocked his head over his shoulder. Even as they moved further away, he couldn’t help but ogle the flex of each woman’s ass, wrapped tightly in the thin, athletic material. As his stare traveled up their backsides, his eyes grew wide and his already thundering heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down his spine as he locked eyes with not one, but both of the women who were looking over their shoulders.

“Oh shit,” he said aloud as he whipped his head around and took off at a near-dead sprint.

His mind was swirling as his legs began burning from the increased pace. He eventually slowed to a walk, feeling his face flush with embarrassment.

You pig, they caught you red-handed! It’s nothing, just a quick look, no harm, no foul, he thought to himself, the mental wrestling match continuing as he picked up the pace back to a light jog.

He didn’t dare look back again and thought it best to forget about it. As he continued his trek to the longest of the three dead ends, it suddenly dawned on him he would have to pass the two striking goddesses again on his way back to the cabin. His stomach churned with nerves as he played out various scenarios in his head. He slowed again to a walk, taking a deep breath.

You’re freaking yourself out. It was nothing. They probably went right back to whatever conversation they were having; he told himself mentally.

Reluctantly, he picked up his pace and tried to get his mind off of the encounter. He let his body flow with the music playing through his earbuds. He continued to sweat profusely from the oppressive heat. The sun baking the asphalt under his feet. Rounding a wooded corner of the road, he found himself back at the four-way intersection.

Alright, here goes nothing, he said internally as he blew the air from his lungs and kicked up his pace.

He passed the stop signs and turned north. The next breath he took caught in his throat in a short gasp. Directly in his path stood the two women. Their low conversation immediately ceasing when they saw him round the corner. Mortified, he thought perhaps he could run around them and just continue on to the cabin. Or, face them like a man and own up for his perverted mistake. He slowed and then stopped just a few feet from them.

“We meet again,” the shorter of the two said.

Ben removed his earbuds, nervously putting them in his pocket.

“That we have. I’m Ben, Ben Carlson,” he said with a slight stammer.

“I’m Laura Morgan, and this is my friend Kate Sullivan,” she replied, extending her manicured hand.

Ben took it, enticed by the softness and warmth of her touch.

“Nice to meet you,” Kate said, extending her own handshake, which Ben accepted. The same aura radiating off of Laura’s slightly taller friend.

Ben took a cautious step back, maintaining his gaze above the chin of either woman.

“Do you have a cabin close by?” Laura asked with genuine curiosity.

Ben stepped to the side, gesturing toward his property.

“I do. It's just down the hill towards the mouth of the bay. You must have walked by on your way to the point.”

“Which one is it? I love seeing all the different cabins in the bay. It’s like they all have their own unique personality,” Kate chimed in with a smile.

The trio lightly chuckled at her observation as Ben began describing his family’s cabin. Her face suddenly lighting up as she looked at her friend.

“His is the one I was talking about, the cute log cabin tucked away in the pines!”

Laura nodded, remembering the earlier conversation.

“That’s right, I love boating by. It’s so beautiful!” Laura exclaimed cheerfully.

Ben graciously accepted their kinds words with thanks. Sensing the mood between them wasn’t what he’d been imagining after their first encounter, he let his guard down as their conversation continued.

“Do you both have a place in the bay?” Ben asked with growing curiosity.

“No, Laura and her husband just invite my husband and I whenever it’s convenient,” Kate said with a sarcastic grin towards her friend.

“Oh whatever, you know I practically beg you two to make trips up here,” Laura said, playfully nudging Kate’s shoulder. The two giggled, leaving Ben very curious.

“Which place is yours?” he asked.

Laura motioned up and around the bend where Ben had just come from.

“It’s the one with the round flower bed in the middle of the driveway,” Laura tried to explain.

She thought about how to better describe it when Kate blurted out, “It’s the big white one with the plane in the backyard, you can’t miss it!”

Ben laughed as Kate’s grin forced Laura’s face to turn a slight shade of red in embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you just say so? That’s pretty easy to pick out, especially from my place,” Ben said.

Laura sighed, rolling her eyes, her head shaking slightly.

“My husband is so full of himself sometimes, always has to make a big show about having a plane,” she spat.

Ben noticed the tension in her voice as and an awkward silence fell over the three.

“I think it’s pretty cool seeing him land in the bay. It’s always been quite the sight from the dock,” Ben said.

Laura gave him a look of mock annoyance, rolling her eyes again.

“I told him when he first bought that plane that I’d never fly with him. I swear he thinks he impresses everyone with it too, just not me.”

“She and I drove up yesterday morning together. My husband flew in with him the other night,” Kate interjected, cooling her friend’s icy tones.

Ben explained to the two how he’d seen them come in while sitting on the dock. He idly chatted about the bay and some neighbors he thought Laura and her husband should meet when he began thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. He noticed several times that when he would make eye contact with one or the other, the woman he wasn’t looking at would slowly look him over. He noticed them make eye contact with each other too, a small grin on both of their faces.

He still did his best to maintain his gaze above chin-level, but quick glances to the lower delights were too good to pass up. The shimmer of sweat that covered her body enhanced Laura's olive, tan skin. Droplets slowly running down the swell of her upper breasts. Breasts that he imagined would feel incredible if held in each one of his hands.

Kate’s breasts were even larger than Laura’s. At least a size or so, still sitting high and firm beneath her sports bra. Ben assumed that both of the women frequented a gym or worked out often because their exposed midsections were relatively firm and their thighs were tight and toned. Not to mention their backsides that they caught him staring at earlier. Each subtle glance towards either of these gorgeous women was being banked away in his mind to form the whole picture. After catching both of them stealing glances at him, he assumed that the inevitability of human nature had caught all three of them.

Not wanting to push his luck, Ben tried to find a way out of the conversation.

“I can’t believe how hot it is already. I should probably let you gals be on your way,” he said, stepping to the side.

“It feels so good, definitely going to lie out and bake so I can catch up to you two,” Kate said, holding her arm up. Her fairer skin was lighter than the tan complexions of her friend and Ben.

“That sounds like a perfect idea,” Laura agreed.

Ben continued away, retrieving the earbuds from his pocket.

“You two enjoy the sun. I’m sure I’ll see you around,” Ben said with a wave.

As he turned to head towards the cabin, Laura spoke up, stopping him once again.

“Would you like a tour of the lake house, Ben?”

He had been curious to see the entire property up close for a long time. He assumed the interior would be just as elaborate as its breathtaking exterior.

“Sure. Let me just head back and shower. What time were you thinking?”

Laura gave Kata a mischievous look. A look that Kate returned.

“How about right now?” Laura said, turning to Ben.

Surprised, covered in sweat and smelly from his run, he suddenly felt self-conscious. Even though they, too, were in a similar state.

“You sure? I’m all sweaty and wouldn’t want to intrude,” he said, trying to push off the visit to another time.

Laura smiled at him warmly, putting her hands on her hips.

“That’s okay, not like we are any better,” she said as she gestured down her torso.

Ben followed her hand motion from the sweaty swell of the tops of her breasts to the damp material of her leggings. A move that he instantly regretted as he quickly returned his gaze to her face. She smiled at him, having caught him looking yet again.

Laura turned to her friend and said, “You okay with a quick tour, Kate?”

Kate turned and smiled at Ben.

“I’m more than okay with that. What do you say, Ben?”

If they were both comfortable, he didn’t see the harm in quickly touring the property.

“Alright, I suppose if you don’t mind. Lead the way,” he said, closing the distance between them.

The women both smiled brightly and began walking back towards the four-way intersection. Ben stepped quickly to their side, the three of them striding together on the road. Of course, he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at their backsides once more. Each woman adding a little pep in their step. The sway of their legging-clad asses and the not-so-subtle sashay of their hips had to be intentional. Something Ben definitely didn’t mind.

The trio made small talk as they turned right at the stop sign. After a short distance past several driveways, Laura and Kate veered off onto a long asphalt driveway. Two stone pillars with lights guarded the entrance on either side. Ben kept up with them and took in the sight as the driveway gradually rolled down a small rise, the front of the house coming into full view. As they approached, it amazed him, the house’s full size. Easily twice that of any other in the bay. It had large windows on both stories and glass French doors under an impressively large covered concrete porch. A detached, three-stall garage with guest quarters above stood just to the right.

The three continued down the driveway and around the circular flowerbed in the middle. The two-story’s high-peaked roofline disappearing as they stepped onto the front porch.

“Well, here we are. Home sweet, weekend home,” Laura said with a smile as she pushed open the French doors.

Ben followed the pair inside and immediately felt a rush of cold air. Goosebumps formed quickly on his hot, damp skin. They kicked their shoes off in the foyer as Laura began the tour. He followed along silently, taking in the modern touches of such an impressive house. He noticed the vast contrast of lights and darks from flooring, to walls, to furniture, and just about everything in-between. He was asking questions out of curiosity, which Laura seemed to enjoy answering with pride for her beloved but seldomly used vacation home.

They chatted in the large, open kitchen and dining area, even stepping out onto the balcony with the hip-high glass walls that stretched across the entire backside of the house. After a stop in the living room with its high vaulted ceiling, they made their way to the basement. Here, Ben was in awe to see a bar, pool table, and even larger sitting area with a giant television. No doubt it was the man cave of the property.

The entire time Laura guided him along, Kate trailed him quietly. His imagination began to run wild as he felt her eyes roaming his body.

“The boys spend most of their time down here,” Laura said, shaking Ben out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’ll bet they do. It’s a very cool setup down here. Where are your husbands, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Ben looked at each woman as they both gave a look of disgust and annoyance.

“Golfing, of course. Probably going to the bar after too,” Kate spat, her arms folding under her breasts, pushing them together to create an eye-popping view of her ample cleavage.

Ben quickly turned to Laura, who gave a similar answer.

“Thinking only of themselves, per usual.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “To think we could have enjoyed a beautiful day out on the water, but they’d rather get drunk and chase a little white ball for hours on end.”

Ben sensed the mood souring. He didn’t know either of their husbands, but he felt bad for the two women.

“You’ve still got the nice balcony, or the beach, for that matter. I’m sorry they ruined your plans,” Ben said, trying to offer some consolation.

The tension seemed to ease as both women relaxed.

“You’re right. Might as well make the best of it while we can,” Laura said with a smile. “Come on, there’s one more level of the house to show you.”

The three turned towards the stairs and ascended. This time Laura was in the rear, and Ben had the same feeling of eyes all over him as he climbed each step. The stairs to the second level were to the right of the grand foyer. A wide arcing staircase led to an open hallway with a railing that overlooked the entrance. Two bedrooms, a bathroom for each, at either end of the hallway. Laura stepped in front of her counterparts to open another set of French doors that let to her bedroom.

Stepping inside, Ben couldn’t believe the view they had of the bay. A similar glass walled balcony protruded out from French doors across the grand room. To his left was an enormous king bed. The room was spacious, with several dressers and a chaise sofa against one wall. A piece that reminded Ben of something you’d find in a therapist’s office. The room was brightly lit by large windows. The same lightly colored walls, sheets, and carpet accented the darker bedframe, dressers, and décor that created contrast throughout the rest of the house.

“Wow Laura, this place is absolutely stunning!” Ben exclaimed with genuine wonder.

Laura smiled brightly, giving him a nod.

“Thank you. My husband may have had it built it, but I got to design it.”

He had turned away, taking a few steps to peer at the walk-in closet. Laura glanced at Kate, who was standing in the doorway. The two locked eyes as a devilish smirk grew on Laura’s face. Kate mirrored the look with one of her own. Slowly, she took a step inside the room and spun around to close the French doors. Silently turning back around, she watched as Ben disappeared into the bathroom. Her heart pounded as she quickly glanced at Laura. Laura’s heart was beating just as fast as she looked at her friend with a shrug.

Now or never! Kate mouthed, anticipating Ben to reappear at any second.

Laura took a deep breath before crossing her arms, reaching for the hem of her sports bra. Kate watched as Laura peeled the tight material off with precision. Her tanned, perky breasts sprang free. She wasted no time, hastily removing her own sports bra and tossing it lazily onto the floor. Laura was already sliding her leggings past her knees when she saw Kate’s impressive bust spring free. Standing upright, she stepped out of the material. Standing naked in front of her best friend, she only had to wait a moment longer before Kate joined her. The two drew close and wrapped their arms around each other.

“You sure about this?” Kate questioned.

“Let’s do it,” Laura smiled as she leaned in.

Kate cocked her head ever so slightly and the two embraced in a short, passionate kiss. They broke the embrace and slowly sauntered towards the bathroom door.

The size of the bathroom surprised Ben. Though he caught himself realizing yet again that everything in the house was large and elaborate. His and hers sinks, a separate room for the toilet, a jacuzzi tub in the corner, and a glass-paned, tile shower with a rain-down showerhead. Ben took a step back, movement catching his eye in the wide mirror.

“I have to say, Laura, you sure know how to decorate a house…" He trailed off.

Ben’s mouth fell open as he turned around. There, standing in the doorway, were Laura and Kate. Both women were completely naked, with wicked looks on their faces. He stood frozen, unable to register what he was seeing. His brain short-circuiting, his body instinctively taking over. The women, amused by the look of pure shock on his face. Their amusement giving way to curiosity at the rapidly growing bulge in his athletic shorts.

“What do you think Ben, best view of the day?” Laura said with a giggle.

The movement of her breasts locked Ben’s gaze.

“He’s speechless, Laura; looks like his body is doing the talking now,” Kate purred, eying up the tent of his crotch.

The pair oozed sex appeal as they slowly strutted towards him. Ben still didn’t move. His heart was racing, pounding out of his chest as the women reached either side of him. His eyes darted back and forth, his mouth running dry. He tried saying something, anything in his mind, but the words wouldn’t come. He took another step back, right up against the glass wall of the shower. Laura and Kate were closing in on him tightly. They reached out in sync, lightly running their fingertips against his arms. Their touch caused goosebumps up and down his skin. They slowly trailed up his arms, feeling his muscles under his damp shirt.

“Ladies, please,” Ben stuttered. “What if your husbands see this?”

The women eyed each other with a sultry grin.

“Let them, their loss,” Laura said, turning back to Ben.

“They’ve only been gone a couple of hours. Probably won’t be back till mid-afternoon anyway,” Kate chimed in, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

Ben crossed his arms to stop his shirt from coming off.

“Laura, Kate, I appreciate the offer, but I can’t do this,” he all but pleaded.

The two women stopped, taking a small step back. The act gave Ben some desperately needed breathing room. They both looked at him with puzzlement.

“Are we not attractive, Ben?” Laura asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Kate stood silently, folding her arms. The action, squeezed her breasts together in a breathtaking show. One that made Ben stutter yet again.

“I, you, yes,” he stopped, taking a breath. “Both of you are extremely attractive. I would feel guilty if we did this,” He gestured towards the women and then back at himself.

Laura stepped in front of him, placing her hands on his chest. His hands quickly covered his crotch.

“Ben, my husband chose golf over fucking me today, and it's not the first time. Kate is in the same situation,” Laura said softly.

Kate nodded in approval as she drew near, slowly sliding a hand under the hem of his shirt. Her touch made him flinch.

“We saw you on the road, and both agreed that you were just what we’ve been looking for,” Laura continued, slowly easing her hands down his abdomen.

His hands cupping the front of his crotch slowly fell to his sides. Laura found the hem of his shirt, slipping her hands under to the elastic band of his shorts. Whatever fight Ben had in him was rapidly wavering. His body was betraying him as his arms rose above his head. Kate lifted, while Laura began tugging down. Ben felt the flush in his cheeks as they exposed his midsection. More and more of his athletic physique coming into view.

His damp shirt was quickly off and cast aside. Kate began running her soft hands all over his shoulders and chest. Laura’s progress was faltering ever so slightly as she grasped his shorts and compression bottoms. It took a couple of tries before she was finally successful. Ben’s cock sprang free, capturing the attention of both women.

“I told you, Laura, I knew he’d have a nice, fat cock,” Kate giggled, her hands lowering across his hip and stomach.

“You were right. I’m going to enjoy this,” Laura said as she traced her fingers to his inner thighs.

Ben was in a daze as he felt slender fingertips draw closer and closer. He let out a staggered gasp when they both softly took hold of him.

“Still feeling guilty?” Laura said with a smirk.

All Ben could do was shake his head, eliciting a laugh from the two gorgeous women. Laura leaned around, pushing the shower door open. With a firm grasp on his cock and Kate venturing lower to toy with the smooth skin of his balls, Laura slowly guided Ben back into the shower. The two continued to caress him as Laura tippytoed to meet him face-to-face. Ben opened his eyes, gazing into Laura’s deep brown orbs. Her hot breath mixed with his. Hearts racing, Ben lowered his head, meetings her lips in a hungry embrace.

Their kisses sped up, as did Laura’s hand on him. Their lips soon parted, seeking a desperately needed breath. Ben turned, catching Kate’s needy gaze. A look of raw desire as they drew close, their touch sending tingles through their bodies. Back and forth they went. Ben took a gasp of air before sinking in to more drawn-out, passionate kisses from the two of them. Moans of pleasure filled the shower with hands roaming freely.

Laura and Kate each had a slender hand, either stroking his cock or fondling his balls. They explored each other with soft caresses. Ben gently reached out, placing a hand on each of them. Their skin was soft and warm. He traced along their perfect curves, reveling in the firmness and size of their breasts. Both women let out a gasp of approval as he massaged their breasts, rolling their nipples between his fingers.

“Come here,” Kate whispered to Laura as they kissed.

Ben's cock jumped in their firm grasp as he watched the two women’s fiery passion. They pulled away from each other with a naughty grin.

“Hungry?” Laura asked.

"Always, babe. Care to share?” Kate giggled as the two turned to Ben and slowly sank to their knees.

“Oh, fuck!” Ben gasped as two sets of hungry lips began planting wet kisses along either side of his shaft.

He stood awestruck, watching them slowly wet his cock in a shimmering coat of saliva. Kissing and lapping up and down his length. His knees weakening as Laura gently guided him into Kate’s mouth. Her moans of pleasure wre vibrating against him. Kate took him rhythmically, in and out. Her dark, flowing locks were blocking his view as she descended upon him further.

 Laura bent lower, tonguing his sack. Her tongue slithering all over the cleanly shaven skin as she inhaled the aroma of his salty, sweaty musk. She reached up and slid her fingertips, gently fondling, as she suckled him into her mouth.

Above her, Kate let out a croak as she bottomed out. Her nose gently brushed against his pelvis. She retreated, releasing him with a wet pop and a gasp for breath. A thick strand of spittle hanging from her lower lip to his cockhead.

Laura released him as she gently took hold of his slick shaft.

“You have a really nice cock, Ben,” she said, giving him a sultry smile before sucking him into her mouth.

Ben groaned again, trying to compliment.

“Thanks. You both have great tits,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

Laura bobbed quickly, in time with her hand wrapping tightly around its base. She pulled off, spitting straight onto his cock as she began working the added saliva into his skin. The act nearly pushed Ben over the top as drops of pre-cum dribbled from his tip. Laura quickly lapped up the evidence of his imminent orgasm.

“He tastes so good,” Laura purred as Kate released his balls from her wet mouth and had a taste for herself.

She moaned with delight as she sucked him in his entirety. Ben felt his cock slip into her throat as she held him, gagging and slurping. The sounds echoed all over the tile shower.

“I’m close,” Ben pleaded with alarm. Kate pulled back, heaving for breath.

They both wrapped a hand around his shaft, looking up into his eyes.

“You really like our tits?” Kate asked breathlessly.

Ben’s orgasm was reaching the peak with each stroke of his cock.

“Yes, they’re perfect,” Ben gasped.

They released him from their grasp and straightened, kneeling shoulder to shoulder. Pressing their breasts together, squeezing them into a firm set of targets.

“Why don’t you paint them for us then?" Laura giggled, shaking them together in her hands.

Ben immediately took hold of his slippery cock, stroking vigorously. It only took a couple of hard, fast strokes before he let out a grunt. The orgasm hit him as the first rope of cum splattered violently between them. He continued to cum, trying his best to alternate between which set of breasts to aim for. As his orgasm subsided, a few final weak shots dribbled onto their hands, still holding their breasts together.

Laura and Kate knelt with satisfied smiles, examining the mess he made on them. A shot of cum slowly oozed off of Laura’s chin. Another across Kate’s collarbone. More globs landed on the tops of their breasts, trickling between their tightly pressed flesh. Ben stood there, lightheaded. It took all his willpower to remain standing, avoiding the urge to collapse to the shower floor. Laura and Kate released their breasts, slowly scooping up the cum. Ben stood there and watched as the two women fed his cum to one another. The act of watching them suck the other’s fingers clean made his deflated cock twitch. They leaned in close, licking every drop of his cum off of each other. Satisfied with the cleanup, they slowly rose to their feet, turning to him.

“Got that out of the way. Do you still feel guilty?” Laura questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Ben’s thundering heart was finally slowing, allowing the fog to clear in his brain. He looked into the eyes of both women, a smile of disbelief on his face.

“Not as much. I feel bad that I’m the only one that got off, though,” he responded, hanging his head sheepishly.

Kate drew her hand to his jaw, lightly pulling his head towards her.

“It’s okay, baby; we’ve got plenty of time if you want to return the favor?”

Ben thought about it, glancing back and forth between the two.

“You’re sure we have enough time?”

Laura turned around, stepping out of the shower. Ben watched her perfectly tanned backside as she disappeared out to the bedroom. Her firm ass bounced enticingly with each step. She returned a moment later, quickly moving across the floor and stepping back into the shower.

“It’s a little before noon now. Their tee time was ten forty-five. That gives us…”

“Two to three hours,” Kate interrupted excitedly.

The duo moved in close, running their hands across Ben’s body.

“What do you say, stud, you up for returning the favor after a quick rinse?” Laura asked with anticipation.

Thoughts were racing through Ben’s mind as he eagerly accepted the offer.

“If you think there’s enough time? Sure, I’d be happy to help you ladies out,” he said with a grin.

Both women purred with delight as Laura reached behind him, flipping on the shower head. The women squealed as the trio jumped back, the icy cold water shocking their skin. Quick looks, followed by joyous laughter, filled the shower as the water temperature rose. The three set about rinsing and soaping in a playful yet seductive manner. Both women helped wash Ben’s back. Hands slowly wandering around his waist to caress his gradually inflating cock.

He returned the favor, running his soapy hands under their dark, wet hair, sticking to their shoulders and backs. He ran his fingers down their spines, enjoying the soft moans escaping each woman as he explored. He poured more soap into his hands, washing their fronts. Massaging and gently squeezing their heavy breasts in his strong hands. Soap running down their torsos, following the tone of their shapely thighs. His hands dropped from their breasts, caressing their bodies. Staring at one, then the other, as he reached their navels. Both had looks of pure lust on their faces. Kate stood eye level with him, while Laura cocked her head slightly upwards to meet his gaze. All three leaned in and kissed.

Lips finding lips, and cheeks, and chins, and nibbling on earlobes. His hands continued lower, finding the rising heat between their legs. Their moans echoing against the shower walls as he slid his hands gently across their needy folds. The women responded by finding his cock, fully recovered and ready for more. Their strokes matched his speed and pressure between their legs. The shower continued to rain down on them, making their every move slick and easier.

Ben’s fingers slowly pressing deeper, their legs slightly parting. Their soft whimpers turned to welcoming gasps as he slipped a finger deep inside of either woman. The soft, warm walls of their pussies gripping him tightly to the knuckle. He drew back, then gently plunged back in, getting into a comfortable rhythm. The stroking of his cock became more urgent as his fingers slid in and out. Their arousal, mixing with the soaking of the shower, allowed Ben to move with ease.

Laura cried out when his thumb ran across her clitoris. Her eyes rolled as her mouth hung open. Kate was panting heavily as she rested her head against hiss shoulder. His touch across her sensitive nub sent shock waves through her mound. Laura tried to pull back on wobbly legs, her backside squeezing against the shower’s glass wall. The relief attempt was in vain as Ben’s outstretched arm found her once more, a sharp cry filling the air.

Kate’s grasp on his shaft suddenly ceased as she leaned against him. Her whole body was trembling as she met the movements of his palm and fingers. Burying her face into his wet shoulder, her orgasm peaking and then crashing down. A cry from deep within echoed through the shower as he felt her clench against his fingers so tightly that he could barely move. His thumb continued to circle her clit with urgency. Kate clung onto him for dear life, the orgasm coursing through her.

Hearing her friend’s climax, Laura pressed harder against the glass. Grasping the handle of the shower door, she closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. Her own orgasm was fast approaching as Ben slipped another finger into her with ease. She hastily reached out with her free hand, trying to find something to hold on to. Bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash went crashing to the floor as she clung to the tile shelf.

Her shaky laugh disappeared as she cried out, “Don’t stop!”

She felt the trickle against Ben’s fingers as she tried to clamp her legs shut. Wave after wave poured over her as her as she braced, her knuckles turning white. Her hips bucked wildly as her body tried expelling his curled fingers. Her vision blurred, the tingling sensation radiating across her sex, her nipples hardening. Her primal moans were music to his ears as he watched her cum. As her orgasm subsided, he slowly released her, his fingers coated in her tangy juices. Feeling the void between her legs, Laura eased herself to the shower floor, her entire body trembling.

Kate, having somewhat recovered from her own powerful orgasm, turned and crouched unsteadily beside her friend. The two embraced in a hug, leaving Ben standing in the shower's rain head with a look of satisfaction across his face. He watched as the pair held each other, slowly recovering. The swell of their breasts heaved as they caught their breath. He couldn’t help himself, focusing on their curves and how soft their skin felt against his. Distracted, he ogled their bodies, clouding his brain as Laura tried to speak to him.

“What was that?” Ben asked, shaking his head clear.

Laura smiled, pointing to the lever on the wall.

“I said, could you turn the shower off?”

Finally registering her instruction, Ben reached and turned the water off. The showerhead trickled, soft droplets dripping to the floor, the only sound now in the enclosure. Ben turned back and assisted the women to their feet. Both gave him pleased looks with heavy, satisfied eyes.

“God, I needed that,” Laura said, leaning in and kissing Ben.

“You’ve got great hands, thank you,” Kate complimented, pressing her lips to his.

Laura pushed open the shower door, and the three stepped out into the bathroom. Their bodies were shimmering and dripping as Laura opened a cupboard for some towels. They dried off, Laura and Kate wrapping towels around their heads before disappearing through the doorway. Ben finished, quickly following as he tossed his towel into an empty basket in the corner.

Entering the bedroom, he noticed the French doors open to the balcony. Stepping into the open doorway, a smirk filled his face. Peering out, he saw Kate leaning over the glass railing. She was resting on her elbows, her full ass on display for Ben’s hungry eyes. He silently crept forward. The sun’s rays warming his skin. The humid air mixing with a soft breeze, whispering gently through the pines. The bay was empty, the only activity coming from the roar of a lawn mower a few properties over. Ben drew in close, slowly placing his hands on Kate’s hips. She tensed slightly, relaxing with a sigh.

“What a view,” Ben said, his fingers caressing her skin.

His rigid cock pointed straight for the rift of her fleshy cheeks. She giggled, glancing back over her shoulder.

“Which view?” she toyed, cocking an eyebrow with a wicked grin.

Ben slowly pressed against her, his hips squeezing against her cheeks. His cock glided gently across her folds. Kate sucked in a shaky breath, her eyes never leaving his.

“I think you know,” Ben sarcastically whispered.

He gently pulled back and repeated the motion once more. The top of his shaft was already slick with her arousal. Pulling back once more, he took hold of his cock. Her legs parted as he pressed against her. The resistance gave way, her pussy fully enveloping him. Kate rolled her eyes with a low moan. Ben took a long pause, savoring the feeling of being buried in such a gorgeous woman. He took hold of her hips, slowly pulling back before thrusting back in. The power of his hips increased each time he withdrew.

Kate lowered her head, resting it atop her arms on the railing. The towel on her head slipped free. Ben reached up and took hold of the towel, tossing it aside. Her damp hair fell in a mess across her shoulders. Ben picked up his pace, encouraged by the stifled whimpers and moans escaping Kate. He watched the ripples of her ass as his hips slammed against her flesh. The staccato slaps mixing with their sounds of pleasure.

Laura returned to the bedroom, having gone down to the kitchen to get bottles of water. As she entered the room, her ears perked suddenly at the unmistakable sound coming from the balcony. Dashing across the bedroom, she set the bottles down on an end table before stepping into the sunlight of the balcony. There, she stood with a crooked smile as she watched Ben fucking her best friend. The two didn’t notice, concentrating on their mutual pleasure. Laura watched for a few seconds more before interjecting.

“Thanks for waiting,” she laughed, a hand on her hip.

The pair quickly turned towards her.

“Feels so good,” Kate acknowledged breathlessly through gritted teeth.

She closed her eyes, her pussy clenching tightly around his shaft. Ben maintained his pace as he nodded to Laura with a grin. She removed her towel, tousling her hair as she sauntered over. Reaching out, she ran a hand across his back, leaning in to meet his kiss. Ben did his best to multitask. His efforts on Kate waning as Laura’s hungry embrace captured his attention.

Sensing the slowdown, Kate began meeting his thrusts with her own, eventually taking over altogether. She bounced her ass against his hips, fucking herself. Her breasts swung wildly as Ben released her hips to cup Laura’s inviting chest. She moaned into his mouth as his strong hands began massaging her flesh. Kate's pace was slowing as she stood upright. The move caused Ben’s cock to slip free with a wet pop.

Immediately, Laura dropped to her knees, sucking Ben into her mouth. She hummed with delight as she tasted Kate’s juices coating him. She sucked and lapped, swallowing all of her friend’s savory flavor. Releasing him with a slurp, she quickly went to work, stroking him as she tongued his balls. Her movements were urgent and needy. Kate turned around, leaning back on the railing as she watched with delight. Ben stared down in awe as he watched his cock disappear between her lips. Her beautiful face was upturned, lost in the lustful business at hand. Laura soon felt the soreness in her jaw, taking him deep one more time. She held him, panting, her eyes beginning to water as she released him with a gasp. Stringy spittle coated her chin.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Ben said with a smile.

Laura wiped her face with her arm and stood. She took hold of his slick cock and guided him back inside. Kate quickly followed as Laura pulled Ben onto the bed. They fell together, kissing and caressing. Laura firmly pushed Ben to his back, straddling him. Wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft, she aimed it between her legs.

“I need this cock so fucking bad,” she hissed.

His head slipped between her folds, a throaty cry escaping her as she sank down. She settled in atop him, resting her hands on his chest. Taking a deep breath, she slowly began rocking back and forth. The sensation of his cock feeling incredible as she ground down. She clenched her eyes shut, her mouth hanging open as she rode him. She could feel the mattress move next to her, but didn’t open her eyes. Laura worked his cock, grinding hard before slowly rising and crashing back down.

Kate moved past, tossing a couple of throw pillows aside. She quickly draped a leg and, to Ben’s delight, pressed her pussy firmly to his hungry lips. He inhaled her scent, slithering his tongue against her folds with a smile. Sounds of pleasure filled the air as the two women pleasured themselves with their bodies.

Laura opened her eyes to meet her best friend’s lustful gaze. They both hung their mouths open, leaning in for a passionate embrace. Laura’s pussy felt like velvet wrapped around Ben’s cock. Kate’s own was dripping steadily across his face as he swallowed every drop he could. Their muffled moans were still slightly audible, with Kate’s strong thighs clamped tightly around his head. The women broke their kiss, gasping for breath.

Kate rose slightly, her pussy momentarily escaping the lashing Ben was enjoying. She quickly spun around, firmly grasping the headboard and grinding her pussy hard against Ben’s face. He took a quick breath before diving back in; her muffled cries of pleasure urging him on.

Laura leaned back, placing her hands on his muscular thighs. She continued to bounce and grind on him, the new position pushing him deeper. She threw her head back, her firm breasts jutting out proudly as they jiggled enticingly. She bit her lower lip as her eyes shot open. Her orgasm was crashing through her, white hot.

“I’m cumming!” she cried out, her hips bucking wildly.

The sensations overwhelmed her as Ben’s cock sprang free, dragging across her sensitive nub. She sat back on his thighs, panting for breath, skin flush. His slick cock curved up, ready for more. Laura tipped over, lying on her back. Her breasts were heaving as she fought for every breath. The tingly aftershocks of her orgasm were still present.

Kate scooted back, giving Ben a chance to draw in a desperately needed breath. She crawled off of him and turned to her friend, sliding beside her, caressing Laura’s flushed skin. The two embraced with light kisses as Ben sat up, wiping his face clear of the mess Kate made. He sat there, taking in their tender moment together. Laura looked into Kate’s eyes, fire and passion filling them both.

“Can I eat your pussy, babe?” Kate asked softly, running her fingers across Laura’s cheeks.

“Yes, please,” Laura sighed with a pleasant smile.

Ben rested his hands behind his head as he watched Kate slide down Laura’s tight, tanned body. Laura spread her legs, giving Ben a full view of her glistening pussy. Kate lowered herself, softly kissing Laura’s inner thighs. Laura closed her eyes, her hands running up her sides. Slowly, she massaged her breasts. Gently, then more firmly. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, pinching and pulling. Small whimpers and moans escaped her as Kate gently pressed her mouth between Laura’s legs. Ben watched the two for several minutes, never taking his eyes off of them. An act that looked so natural, like something they had done many times before. He instinctively reached for his rigid cock and started stroking. Laura opened her eyes, glancing over at him. They locked eyes, Laura beckoning him with a curled finger.

Ben obliged, knee walking across the bed. She reached out, taking hold of his cock and stuffing it into her mouth. He groaned as she slowly jerked him, while inhaling as much of his length as she could. He reached down, playing with her breasts. Both women letting out soft moans as they stuffed their faces. Laura released him, giving the tip of his cock one final wet kiss. She beckoned him close.

“I want to watch you fuck her again,” she whispered with an evil smirk.

Ben smiled with a wink as he slid off the bed. He walked around, positioning himself behind Kate. She was oblivious, concentrating on suckling and lapping every inch of Laura’s pussy. Ben pointed his cock squarely, Kate’s ass standing high as she knelt between Laura’s legs. He rubbed the head against her wet folds, a surprised moan escaping. Her lips parted as his entire length slipped in. she moaned again, this time much louder. Ben wasted no time. He started with long, drawn-out strokes, before crashing back into her. His hands found her hips as his strong grip pulled her into each thrust. The slaps of their flesh and the breathy sounds of pleasure escaping Kate and Laura made a steady chorus throughout the bedroom.

Kate released Laura’s folds with a loud cry.

“Harder, harder, please, oh fuck!” she screamed as Ben slammed into her relentlessly.

She rose, bracing herself on the bed. Her ample breasts began to swing. Laura spun around, lying below Kate. She fondled her friend’s breasts, rising to suckle one at a time into her mouth. Kate’s cries continued as Ben’s hips moved in a blur. In no time, a fresh sheen of sweat covered him. He reached forward, wrapping a fist in Kate’s dark hair. He tugged, arching her back.

“Fuck, yes!” she shrieked.

One of her nipples popped free of Laura’s mouth, both breasts freely swinging above her as she lay. She quickly reached up, corralling them in her manicured hands. Finding each nipple, she twisted. Kate let out a blood-curdling scream. Her fast-approaching orgasm racked her body. Stars shooting through her tightly clenched eyes. Her walls contracting around Ben’s cock, holding him snugly in place. The orgasm pushing Ben towards his own imminent release.

Kate flew forward, unable to handle any more. She collapsed atop Laura in a sweaty heap, trying to catch her breath, her orgasm nearing its end. She lazily rolled to her side, allow Laura to sit up. She turned and scooted to the end of the bed, spreading her legs for Ben’s cock. He wasted no time climbing onto the bed and kneeling. Laura took hold of him, guiding him in. Ben sank down as she wrapped her legs around him. Leaning in close, she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him urgently. His thrusts were slow and methodical, reveling in her warmth. The most passionate act either of them had experienced all day. Ben broke the kiss, looking into Laura’s enchanting hazel eyes.

“I’m close,” he said with a grunt.

Laura spurred him on, her face contorting in lustful bliss. He felt the itch growing deep down. He took a shaky breath as he leaned back, lifting Laura off the mattress. She let out a playful shriek as he stood at the edge of the bed. She wrapped herself even tighter around him as he bounced her up and down.

“Fuck, Ben, yes!” she squealed, throwing her head back. Breasts bouncing wildly in his face.

Ben gritted his teeth, muscles burning as he tightly gripped her ass as his orgasm approached.

“Going to cum, where?” he panted urgently.

Laura took the hint as he let her down onto the floor. She quickly dropped to her knees and hungrily sucked his cock into her mouth. Kate had recovered just enough to sit up and watch Laura being carried. She slid off the bed and knelt next to Laura just as Ben let out a roar. He shot a heavy rope right into Laura’s mouth. Her eyes grew wide as she quickly freed his cock from her mouth, aiming it at Kate. A second shot surprised Kate as it landed across her lips and cheek. Not wanting to waste a drop, she stuffed Ben’s cock into her mouth and swallowed another rope of his tasty seed. Quickly, she returned the favor to Laura, releasing him back to her. Laura took him again, swallowing the remaining weaker shots before she let him go.

Ben took a step back, his deflating cock too sensitive for any more. Laura licked her lips, smacking them together, swallowing every drop. Kate ran her fingers across her face, scooping up the cum and stuffing it into her mouth. The pair looked at each other with wide smiles. Rising to their feet, they turned to Ben, who had a weary, satisfied look on his face.

“That was-”

“Amazing!” The two women giggled.

Ben let out a deep breath, still in disbelief at how the day had turned out.

“You two are incredible,” he said, trying to find words.

They stood there collecting themselves, smiling at one another. Laura retrieved the water bottles, handing them out. As they slowly came down from their heightened states of arousal, Laura offered to fix them all lunch. It had been a very active morning. Ben and Kate agreed, and Laura left them to tidy up the bedroom while she went to the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, the trio was sitting on the main floor balcony enjoying a homemade meat and cheese platter. None of them bothered with any clothes, even though anyone could see through the glass from the bay. Several boats cruised by, paying them no mind.

“What a perfect day. Thanks for making it so fun, Ben,” Kate sighed with a soft smile.

“It certainly wasn’t what I expected, but I’m glad I got to be a part of it,” Ben chuckled, still in disbelief.

“A big part of it,” Laura giggled.

Ben looked at the two women, trying to find understanding.

“Do you ladies do this type of thing often?”

Laura and Kate turned to one another, smirking devilishly.

“Laura and I have been best friends since college. We had lots of fun back then, but lately life has become pretty routine,” Kate explained.

“Our husbands aren’t the adventurous type. Something like what we did upstairs would never happen with them,” Laura elaborated, smiling at her friend.

“That’s right. So, Laura and I have to find our own ways to keep things exciting. That’s where you come in.” Kate gestured to Ben.

“Me?” he asked, pointing at himself.

“We saw you the other day on your kayak from the balcony upstairs. Laura and I agreed you were pretty sexy, showing off your muscles,” Kate purred, leaning over and giving Ben’s arm a squeeze.

Ben thought back to the memory of the two women leaning over the balcony, their large breasts a mouthwatering sight barely contained in their bikini tops.

“Our conversation turned to fantasies, and Kate reminded me we’d never shared a guy together,” Laura continued.

“It worked out perfectly when we ran into you on our walk this morning,” Kate chimed in.

Ben replayed the scenario in his head, from leaving the cabin on an easy morning jog, to having just fucked two of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

“I’m humbled that you chose me. I’m happy to have helped with your buck list,” Ben chuckled, returning their smiles with his own.

The three sat silently, enjoying the warmth on their skin. A soft breeze blew gently through their hair.

“We should clean up,” Laura declared, rising from the table.

The others helped in the kitchen before returning upstairs. Ben stepped into the bathroom to retrieve his clothes. Just as he began dressing, Kate cleared her throat, stopping him.

“Quick, rinse before you go?” She asked with a smile.

“How could I turn down an offer like that?” Ben said, dropping his clothes to the floor.

Kate sauntered across the bathroom floor, leaning in for a kiss.

“You know, our husbands have golf outings pretty much every day of this weekend if you want to stop by again?” Kate said seductively, pulling Ben into the shower.

“I think I could find time to stop by again,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. 

Out in the bedroom, Laura grabbed her phone off the bed. No text messages or calls from her husband.

Too wrapped up in his own head to check in, she thought, hearing the water turn on.

She shrugged her shoulders, tossing her phone onto the bed, sauntering off to join the others in the shower.