“About a half hour ago,” I told her, throwing a glance at Taylor.
“Fucking what?!” Carla blurted out as what I said dawned on her.
I knew she was putting on a mock anger show. I could tell that Taylor and Ron didn’t know she was playing.
“You mean to tell me,” she started. “Ron and I were down on our knees, doing our best to satisfy our men while you two were up there grabbing and fingering each others butts? I can’t speak for Ron, but I know I would have liked my butt played with….”
“I would have too,” Ron said, catching on that Carla was just playing around.
“We need to even things up a bit, Ron, would you like to put some sunscreen on my butt?”
Ron took the bottle and looked over at me as Carla quickly turned around, got on her knees with her face on the beach towel.
“If you want to, go ahead.”
After taking a quick look around to confirm no other sunbathers were near us, Ron poured a generous dollop of sunscreen on to Carla’s plump cheeks and slowly rubbed it in.
“Mmmm,” Carla purred as his hands caressed her round bottom. “That feels nice.”
“Yes it does,” Ron agreed.
I have to say, watching Ron massaging my wife’s round ass, made my cock begin to swell.
Ron massaging my wife’s butt was having a similar effect on him.
Taylor was already rock hard his hand slowly moving up and down his shaft.
Carla was right, Taylor did have a nice cock. It was seven and a half inches, we found out later when Carla asked him, a little on the thin side and topped off with a big, bulbous head.
“It’s okay to touch me there,” Carla told Ron. “Do you want me to beg?….Oh please Ron…Pretty please…Shove your finger in my as…Whoa! That’s a thick finger you have.”
Looking over I saw Ron with half of his middle finger inside my wife’s bum. Carla moaned as she backed herself up until he was completely inside her.
She rocked back and forth on his finger a few times before pulling away.
“My turn,” she said as she got up and handed him a wet wipe from her beach bag.
Ron quickly got on all fours as Carla poured the lotion on her hands.
“You have a really nice butt,” she told him as she ran her hands over his cheeks.
Carla rubbed and massaged his butt for a little while, with each stroke she got closer and closer to his crack.
“You’ll know better than I would,” Carla said looking at Taylor. “Since my fingers are small, should I use one or two?”
“One,” Ron answered.
“I wasn’t asking you,” she said, giving his butt a light slap.
“Oh at least two,” Taylor said, still slowly stroking his cock.
“Two it is,” Carla smiled as she poured sunscreen on her middle and index finger.
Ron groaned as Carla gently eased her fingers inside of him.
Ron began to rock back on her hand for a few minutes before he pulled away.
“Now we’re all even,” Carla said, wiping her hand. “Let’s go down to the water and cool off.”
The four of us played around in the water for a while. Yes there was quite a bit of touching and grabbing.
After cooling and for three of us softening up, we got out and decided to call it a day.
We made plans to meet up for dinner, packed up and headed back to the resort.
“Well that was an interesting day,” Carla said as we got into the elevator. “I can’t believe all that happened.”
“You okay about it?”
“I’m surprised, but yes I am. What about you?”
“It was incredible,” I told her.
“Would you really have done more with them? Or were you just telling me that to get me off?”
“I probably would have.”
We got back to our room, quickly showered and dressed for dinner. I went with a pair of grey pants and a button down shirt, Carla opted for a light blue spaghetti strapped sundress and sandals.
Ron and Taylor were already seated by the time we got to the restaurant. We sat down and the waitress took our drink orders.
Dinner was fun and the conversation flowed nicely. After dinner we went to the bar for drinks.
“I don’t know how to ask this,” Taylor started. “So I’m just going to ask and please don’t be offended.”
“What’s the question?” I asked.
“Well, we had a lot of fun with you two,” Taylor said. “And you seem really open. This is our last night here and we want to…cut loose…We were wondering if you’d be interested in….um…Going back to our room tonight?”
“That depends,” Carla answered. “Are we talking about going back to your room and hanging out or are we talking getting naked and playing?”
“Playing, if you guys are into that,” Ron told her.
“We’ve never done anything like that,” Carla said. “Or anything like we did this afternoon. Davis and I talked about it while we were getting ready and both of us wished things had gone at least a little further.”
“We did too,” Taylor said.
“As long as we talking everybody plays with everyone,” she started. “and you’re not thinking this is going to be a gang bang, I’d love to.”
“As much fun as gang banging Davis would be,” Ron said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I guess we’ll let you play too.”
“What about you Taylor? Are you going to give up your ‘gold status’ and play with me too?”
“If you let me,” Taylor answered.
“What are we waiting for?” She asked, downing the rest of her drink. “Let’s go.”
The elevator was a little crowded when we got on. The four of us were in the back, Ron, Taylor and I were standing with our backs against the wall and Carla situated herself in front of Taylor. By the fifth floor, the rest of the people had cleared out leaving just the four of us.
“Taylor has a boner,” Carla whispered, with a wiggle of her hips, once we were alone.
“Sorry, I…” he said as he tried to hold it away from Carla’s butt.
“Relax,” she told him, rubbing her butt a little harder against him. “Besides, I have some pretty serious chick wood going right now too. Want to feel?”
Grabbing his wrist, she moved his hand under her dress.
“You’re so wet,” Taylor exclaimed as he ground his hips harder into Carla.
I could tell by the bulge in his pants that Ron was as turned on as I was, watching his boyfriend and my wife grinding against each other.
I was about to reach out for him when the bell for the twelfth floor rang.
Carla gave Taylor his hand back, the four of us got off the elevator and headed towards their room.
Carla and I walked, hand in hand a few paces behind the boys.
“What room are you in?” Carla asked.
Ron told her.
“Davis and I need to talk,” she explained. “We’ll be there in a second.”
There was a seating area at the end of the hall. We walked over and sat down.
“Are you okay?” Carla asked.
“Excited, nervous and a little scared,” I told her.
“I am too. I mean we’ve talked about playing with other people, but I never pictured it actually happening…let alone with two guys…Are you sure you’re okay with seeing me with another man?”
“Yes I am,” I answered. “I don’t think I’d ever be down with being one of those guys who beats off watching another guy make love to his wife but like you said, if everyone is playing together, I’m totally into it.”
“For the record, the only person I ‘make love’ with is going to be you. If I do end up doing it with Ron or Taylor, it would just be fucking.”
In an odd way, that made sense.