What had already happened between Scott and myself in the hot tub that night had been unexpected.
There are, of course, different kinds of unexpected. This wasn't like finding out that my car needs four new tires, or waking up to a foot of snow in October. Instead, it had been like going to pay my bar tab, and discovering that a friend had already settled up.
It had been enough to make my head spin and my heart race when his lips met mine for the first time. It wasn't as if there had been an endless parade of handsome men beating a path to my front door, but there had been a few.
All of them had been eager to fool around and maybe suck my cock and rub my asshole, but none of them had possessed that extra drive, like I had inside of me, to be more and to do more.
Mostly they had been passing distractions, with the occasional flare up of passion or lust that burned brightly and then burned out or faded away. Nobody had really crossed that line from friend to lover. Nobody had even toed that line or pushed the envelope.
I had no complaints. I had a loving wife who satisfied nearly every need and desire that I had, yet I'd always been driven to explore and try new things. With each passing fling, I'd learned more about myself, and about Paula, and had taken baby steps towards becoming the man that I wanted to be.
Three Certainly Isn't A Crowd
Scott and I hustled in through the patio door, fresh from the hot tub. We were still damp enough to leave a trail of wet footprints on the hardwood as we passed through the master bedroom and into the sitting area.
Paula was sitting on the plush wraparound couch, wearing nothing but her fleecy purple robe and a smile. Scott and I casually lined up in front of her, still sporting erections under our towels, despite the chill evening air.
"Hey baby," I said, "we assumed you'd be joining us in the hot tub..."
"Oh did you?" Paula grinned impishly. "Yes, you boys looked absolutely desperate for some company."
Scott and I began to laugh, nervously at first. When Paula joined in, our laughter built to a crescendo. We laughed so hard that our towels nearly fell to the floor. Scott and I had to steady each other as we brayed like jackasses.
After a few moments, our laughter subsided and Scott and I adjusted our towel wraps and composed ourselves.
Paula looked at us quizzically. "I hope you two didn't close up the hot tub when you came in?" she asked.
"Actually, we didn't," I responded. "Does this mean we're headed back out?"
"Of course," she said, smiling. "I only called you in to tease you a little, and maybe give the impression that you both were in trouble."
"You mean we're not?" Scott asked with a smile.
"For what? Polishing each other's towel racks?" she said, her eyes darting back and forth between our poorly concealed hard-ons.
Momentarily stunned by the joke, Scott and I looked at each other from head to toe before bursting out laughing again. I couldn't resist slapping playfully at Scott's cock through his towel.
Paula stood up from the couch and took us both by the hand, steering us to the patio door. She paused for a moment, letting go of my hand to grab a towel, before sliding the door open and beckoning us forward with a grandiose gesture.
"After you, gentlemen, and I use the term loosely," she joked.
I was the first out the door, headed for the hot tub. I turned to look over my shoulder just as Paula windmilled her arm, delivering a wicked slap on Scott's backside. Scott yelped, and I chuckled, having been on the receiving end of a few of those slaps.
When Scott dropped his towel to be the first back into the tub, I admired the perfect red palm print on his right ass cheek. I briefly thought about bending down to kiss his boo boo all better, but quickly scrapped that plan when Paula's arm rose and fell twice, landing two more stinging blows on Scott's backside.
With a squeal, Scott hastily plunked down on the first available seat in the tub, presumably to shield his derrière from further abuse. Careful not to subject myself to Paula's spanking wrath, I slid inconspicuously into the tub. After draping her robe over a chair, Paula was the last to climb in, settling down with a seductive moan as the water washed over her.
"Now boys," she said, "what exactly did I miss while I was shaving my legs?"
Scott and I glanced back and forth, a little unsure how to answer her question. Then, without a word, I stood up. I dropped one hand to my cock, which was still mostly erect, and aimed it's curved barrel at Scott. Clearly still very aroused himself, he needed no encouragement.
I turned a little to give Paula a better view as Scott first made eye contact with me, and then swallowed my sword in one smooth motion. His full lips and playful tongue solicited a deep moan from me. I gingerly placed my hands on his shoulders as he worked his mouth up and down my shaft.
In the pale blue underwater light, I watched as Paula slipped a hand between her legs, her fingers strumming small circles on her clit. I felt as if her eyes devoured the scene unfolding before her.
Paula has two smiles; naughty and nice.