...Weeds rustle and a ball of black fluff steps with queenly grace through the fence pickets and sits by my feet. Large, luminous, emerald green eyes stare up at me, unblinking. She’s a pretty little thing—full grown, I think, but pintsized, the type of cat Ember calls a “furry fairy” due to the dainty build.
“What’s up, kitty? Are you hungry?” As she seems anything but skittish, I lean over, intending to let her sniff my fingers before petting her. A sharp hiss freezes me in mid-reach. Without warning, she springs upright, her back arched and her tail fat as a bottlebrush. Before I can react, she bounds past me and disappears into the dark.
Quirky critters, cats. What spooked her? Me? I don’t hear or see anyone else. Maybe she scented a stray dog. There are always a few in the area; people dump them out here, too. Yeah, that must be it. I refuse to believe there’s anything worse lurking in the shadows. I don’t want to ruin the magic with fearful imaginings. This is my home territory, and Wolfred is near. I know I’m safe.
I shrug off a nebulous chill and hurry around to the back deck. I could really use some warmth right now. A tryst in a hot tub with hotter men is sounding better and better. Shove worry aside and seize the moment.
Outdoor sex is one of the perks of country living. Other than the cats, our nearest neighbors are a mile away. Hiram and Ember are here, of course, but a glance at the house’s second story shows me their bedroom light is already off. The night is ours—Wolfred’s, Glenn’s, and mine. I don’t want to consider how many more chances like this the three of us will have. Far too few, I fear.
The pale yellow glow of the bug lamp that illuminates the deck beckons me—Miss Moth to a flame. The second I spot it, I start stripping. Like a trail of breadcrumbs, I scatter clothes behind me, littering the lawn with sandals, shorts, tank top, bra and panties. Phantom breezes brush my skin. Airy fingers tickle and stroke, feathering my hair, stirring my nipples to tight peaks. By the time I climb onto the redwood deck, I’m wearing nothing but night shadows and desire. I’m naked and wet—dripping—and I haven’t even entered the hot tub yet.
I know what’s happening inside it, though. Mesmerized, I stop a short pace away and inhale the scene along with the herbal-scented vapors that shroud it. More than Jacuzzi jets froth the surface of the water. My guys have begun without me. I’d feel slighted if they weren’t such a turn-on to see.
I have a profile view of two beautiful males, Wolfred like a young, blond Hercules, and Glenn like a dark angel—a fallen one—battered from his hard landing, but still an eyeful. The sight of them immersed in steam and each other, deep in a coital embrace, sizzles my circuits. Electric tingles sweep me from my toes to my hair roots, leaving fried flesh in their wake. I can smell my own smoke.
It’s a spacious tub with a luxurious diameter and depth. Glenn sprawls on the bench that circles the inside, leaning back, his head resting on the rim, his eyes closed and lips parted in ecstasy. Wolfred kneels on the bench, facing and straddling him, almost sitting on Glenn’s lap, but carefully. Wolfred’s keeping his weight supported on his own knees. I can tell by the way his thighs tense and bulge as he rises and sinks in the water. He’s impaled on Glenn’s cock, milking it with inner muscles, riding it into an orgasm. Red hot stuff.
I’m amazed neither man notices me—that Wolfred, in particular, doesn’t sense my brainwaves and smell my lust. Probably he does and is trying to drive me nuts with this display.
If so, it’s working. I break out in a sweat. My cunt spasms, and my clit swells. Hey, boys, when’s my turn? I want some cock, too, y’ know. One step closer, and I could reach out and grab Wolfred’s…if I could trust my legs. In the state I’m in, I could also fall into the tub headfirst and ruin his rhythm.
I touch myself instead—slip a hand between my legs and pretend it’s Wolfred fingering my nub. If he is reading my mind, as I suspect, I’m now giving him a bit of a show. Only fair, right?
Glenn’s eyes open into smoky slits. His gaze meets mine, then slides down my front and stops like a heat ray focused on my pussy. Here’s one person who seems to appreciate my performance. He shudders as a climax strikes him. His groan rumbles out, throaty and thick with passion. My groan echoes it. I came with him. Breathless, I stagger forward and grip the tub’s rim to stay upright.
“So, Sir Glenn…” Between panted words I manage a smile. “I understand you’re feeling better. Hope you saved some of it for me.”
Equally winded, he half chokes on a chuckle. “Why? You looked like you were doing fine on your own, Lady Dee.”
“Too fine.” Wolfred pushes away from Glenn to face me, evil intent in his eye.
Uh-oh. I begin backing up, one cautious step at a time. I recognize his look.
So does Glenn. He chuckles again. “You’re in trouble now, sweetheart.”
“Aye. Naughty ladies who cannot wait their turn must be punished.” Slowly, like an avenging Poseidon rising forth from the sea, Wolfred climbs out of the tub and stalks forward, dripping danger and water droplets all over the deck. “Methinks a spanking is in order...”