Weekend Samplers: Part 3.
A Trip to Walter & Vera’s Lake house.
Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Ken and I tightened the moorings on the boat and decided the worst of the weather was over. We headed to the marina to find out the weather forecast, and it looked like it was going to rain the rest of the night, and into the morning. No campfire tonight.
We grabbed a few six-packs and decided to check out the campground lodge. Ken’s tow straps came in handy as we ended up helping the park staff clear the essential roads, on our way to the lodge. Twenty minutes of tugging and dodging felled trees later, we pulled up to the unusually crowded lodge. On an average weekend, you'd have trouble believing the lodge was open, but on this early night, even with the few campers that showed up yesterday, there were at least three families, a half dozen couples, and a church youth group.
Heavy wind and rain didn't make camping in tents very fun, so most of the campers decided to head to the lodge to get out of the weather, enjoy some popcorn, and maybe catch a free movie. Herbie the Love Bug was playing on this particular evening.
Mixed in the crowd, sitting in the back, were the older couple we met at the floating dock. The woman caught my eye, and apparently, I caught hers as she sprang up to greet me.
"I thought we might see you here!" she said happily. Her breath carried the smell of gin, which was almost expected, but her perfume smelled like something Angie wore whenever she wanted to get fucked. "I'm Vera," she held out her hand; "and this is my husband, Walter."
I shook her hand and introduced Ken and myself. She bluntly asked if we were gay. After a little laughter, we explained that our "significant" others were taking a nap back in the camper. She asked if we were married, to which Ken reluctantly replied; "Just me."
"Well, just because you're married doesn't mean you can't have any fun, right?" Walter asked.
"Oh, I still have fun. Sometimes more than I deserve. " Ken added.
This last comment caused Vera to raise an eyebrow. She looked at me, then looked me over.
"How about you? Do you still have fun?" she asked. She had a disarming, flirtatious way of talking and moving. He body language was very provocative.
“Yes we do.” I added. “There are some worn out women who would agree, if they weren’t napping, just now.”
Walter didn't appear to mind, or pay any attention to us. He was too busy looking at the female half of a young couple sitting across from us. The girl's bikini top was wet and probably cold by the look of her erect nipples.
"Yeah, I think I still have plenty of fun." I smiled and looked at Walter, trying to draw Vera's attention to his gaze.
"Plenty to go around?" Vera pursued. She moved closer to me and rubbed her cleavage onto my upper arm. She gently rested her hand on my ass, and pulled my hand onto hers. I instinctively gave her cheek a squeeze and was surprised at the firmness.
"Do you work out?" I asked.
"Once a day. Sometimes twice if I have a little extra energy" she smiled. She stepped away and gave a little turn like a runway model at the end of the runway. "What do you think?" she asked.
"I think whatever you're doing is working very well for you. Your husband must be very happy." I added.
"Walter?" she balked. "He's happy, alright, as long as I keep letting him jerk off to the likes of little miss nipples over there."
I wasn't sure if I was playing into her hands or she was playing into mine, but I think we were thinking along the same lines. I looked her over and noticed she had done a very good job of maintaining a dark tan without letting her skin turn to leather. Her body was as firm and tight as a Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader, but her face gave her age away, especially when she smiled, which unfortunately, was quite often.
"How old do you think I am?" she asked.
"I don't know, and it wouldn't be polite for me to guess." I said, trying to avoid a conflict.
"You're polite enough to grab my ass in front of my husband, so you can be polite enough to guess," she said without smiling.
She had sharp wits and a very assertive nature.
"I don't know. Forty-five?” I asked. “Fifty?"
"Ha!" she laughed. "I turn fifty-five this weekend. Not bad, for a Swedish gal, huh?"
"No,” I answered. "Not bad at all. Well, happy birthday!" She walked back to her husband to pull him into the conversation.
It wasn't until she turned her back to me that I realized what great shape she was really in. From the back, she could have been one of Angie's friends from college. Her blond-white hair aside, the rest of her looked like she could be in her mid-twenties. She wore a linen shirt tied around the waist, khaki Capri pants, and very sexy sandals. Her calves bulged as she stepped away. Her feet were perfectly maintained, and she might have had work done to remove spider veins from her ankles and calves because they also looked picture-perfect.
Her legs were toned like a gymnast, and her stomach was as flat as Angie's. Her breasts looked bigger than a C cup, but not quite as full as Sarah's. She turned back toward Ken and me, and we watched as her breasts bounced freely under her shirt. If they were fake, she really got her money's worth. Her arms were toned, and her wrists were covered in jewelry. She was probably quite rich, obviously pampered, unfortunately high-maintenance, but also extremely hot.
"I have a proposition for you," she whispered in my ear.
"We have a cabin not far from here. One of several properties Walter bought after he retired. It's nice, but it's too big for the two of us, with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, indoor Jacuzzi..."
"What about our significant others?" I interrupted.
"Silly, they're invited, too," she hushed. "It would be a lot nicer than spending the rest of the weekend cooped up in a camper, don't you think? Not much privacy, is there?"
I explained that “Angie and I were originally sleeping in a tent, but the wind blew most of our gear away, and the camper became a nice alternative. The thought of sleeping on a real bed sounds good, though.”
I talked to Ken about it briefly, and he gave the typical "Have to clear it with Sarah" answer.
"I tell you what," Vera continued. "You can ride with me back to your campground to get your girlfriends, or wives, or whatever. Ken can ride with Walter to clean the place up a bit."
Ken looked a little disappointed, but she assured him we wouldn't be far behind. We finished our popcorn and headed outside into a light rain shower.
"Damn this rain," Vera said under her breath. She didn't seem to be afraid of the water, though. She got into her huge luxury Suburban and as she leaned over to unlock the passenger door, I could see that her shirt was soaked and her nipples were practically poking through. She caught me staring and smiled. Then I noticed she has power locks on her door panel. She just wanted me to admire the pendulous sway of her tanned braless tits.
Ken and Walter turned right down the road from the lodge as we turned left. She turned down a trail I hadn't seen before, and parked the vehicle, in the solitude of that deserted, drizzly path.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You like my tits?" she asked, as she turned to face me and started to unbutton her shirt. I felt my cock stiffen and she seemed to take notice. "I'll take that as a yes."
"What are you doing, Vera?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Let me tell you a little secret," she whispered as she slid off her shirt. "I watched your girlfriend perform oral sex on you this morning."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Well, I should say that I watched Walter, watching your girlfriend perform oral sex on you this morning. You know, on the floating dock." Vera unzipped her pants and flipped off her sandals. "He killed the motor and pulled out his cock as soon as she took off her bikini top. He didn't start stroking, though, until her head started bobbing up and down on your beautiful cock."
"You saw all that?" I asked surprised.
"Oh yes!" She started pulling off her pants, and I helped her out of them. No underwear? No tan lines, either. There she sat, facing me in the driver’s seat, as naked as the day she was born, but with a very blessed post-pubescent shapeliness; bedazzled with bling and a fantastic tan.
As she seductively caressed her nipples, she continued; "I grabbed another set of binoculars and watched for myself. It was a very, umm; motivating sight. What really got me going, though, was when you came in her mouth, and then she moved onto your friend."
She was now pulling my clothes off. Her body was in better shape than most women half her age. My cock sprang out and hit her in the chin as she pulled my pants down. She reached for my cock with a jewelry-covered hand and began stroking it gently. She leaned over to kiss the head and then rub it along her cheeks. She continued to stroke me as she looked up.
"Weren't you jealous?" she asked in between kisses and licks on my shaft.
"No. It wasn't like that. We were all just friends goofing around and;" I stopped as she gently swallowed my cock. In one motion, my entire length was down her throat. She paused for a moment to let her stong tongue massage my hard shaft, and then slowly pulled her head back as if coming up for air.
"Just friends?" she asked, and then engulfed my cock again. This time, not quite all the way down her throat, but now she was actually sucking me off. She paused again.
"Well, things got a little out of control." I managed to say.
"You mean like this?" she said, just before twisting her head on my shaft each time she went down on me. She worked a hand around the base of my cock and twisted in the opposite direction, and then reached down with her other hand and began fingering her cunt. Seconds later she reached up to my mouth with those wet fingers, and asked me if I liked the way her fingers tasted. I licked her fingers, telling her she tasted nice, and she sucked harder. I told her that her cunt must taste even better.
She slid her ass off the front bench seat and guided my shoulders down to the warm spot where her ass had been. I hooked an arm under her waist and pulled her cunt to my mouth, bringing her on top of me in a "69" position.
Her cunt really did taste good. I'm not sure how some women manage that, but I found myself not wanting to take my mouth off of her. She sucked me to a full blasting orgasm, and; as expected; swallowed eagerly. She knelt up and on my face, grinding her cunt into my nose and mouth. A few minutes later she leaned against her driver’s door and guided me back up to a sitting position. She slumped down with her back and shoulders against the door, and spread her legs for me.
"You like it?" she asked shyly.
For a 55 year-old cunt, it was not what I expected. The labia weren't stretched out at all, and her cunt hair was white and sorta long, but soft and straight. She kept it shaved on the sides (or maybe Walter had that honor), making it look like a Mohawk. I followed her cunt to her thighs, legs, calves, and pretty feet. She wore an ankle bracelet on one ankle. I moved on top of her and easily slid my cock into her.
"I'll take that as a yes,” she whispered and kissed me all over my face.
I was worried that I might not be measuring up to her expectations, but I soon felt her cunt tighten around me. Her rhythm was a lot slower than Angie's or Sarah's, and I wasn't sure if I was doing anything for her. She was doing plenty for me, though; as her cunt continued to relax then tighten around my shaft with each thrust. Figuring there was no way I was going to get her pregnant, I quickened my pace and thrust harder and faster. She moaned and then clawed at my back as she felt me cum inside her. Her cunt tightened one more time and then something that felt like warm water gushed from her cunt.
"Oh shit," she cried. I thought she must have pissed on me. "That was just what I needed!" I looked down and what looked like watered-down jizz was all over my stomach.
"I'm a squirter," she smiled. Pulling a big beach towel from under my end of the bench seat. She gently wiped me dry; almost reverently fondling my semi-flaccid phallus. Then she wiped her crotch area.
"Sorry." She slid behind the wheel and started up the Suburban. "I guess we'd better go get your significant others, huh?" she smiled.
I gave her directions to the parking area near the camper. She said she was very familiar with our particular campsite, so I relaxed.
Vera was a site, as she drove the Suburban through the wooded campground; naked. I think I was hypnotized by her pendulous mammaries, because the next thing I noticed was her shutting the vehicle off. I scurried to redress.
"I don't know why you're bothering. They're probably going down on each other in there, anyway." Vera said. "We're just going to startle them, but maybe they'll let us join in." She smiled at me.
"Alright, Vera. For the emotional vulnerabilities of my teen girlfriend, you're going to have to put on your clothes, soaked or not." I informed her.
She stepped out of the Suburban and began walking to the camper completely naked. It was probably an hour before sunset, but I could see her clearly. The contrast of her dark tan and Swedish white-blond hair was almost eerie.
“Please, Vera.” I softly asked. “Help my woman get adjusted to this. Ken and Sarah have already shocked her sensibilities too much for one day.”
The rain was barely a drizzle, and she got about halfway to the camper before she turned around.
"Oh, alright. There's nobody else out here, you know," she argued. I nodded and admired her tits as they swayed and bounced with each step as she walked back to the Suburban to get her clothes.
She tied the bottom of her shirt around her waist, showing off an unusually well-toned six-pack. She could barely pull her pants up without falling over, and she decided to leave her expensive sandals in the vehicle. Her feet were old, but not unattractive. They weren't nearly as pretty as Sarah's, but almost as nice as Angie's.
I decided to lead the way. Hoping to catch Angie and Sarah in a muff-diving session, I opened the door to the camper as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, Angie was still asleep on the bunk bed, and Sarah was back in the bedroom, naked and lying on her stomach with one hand between her legs.
"She hasn't been getting enough, huh?" Vera whispered. Her whisper startled Angie, who almost bumped her head as she sat up. Her bathrobe had come undone, and her tits were in plain view.
"Umm, Walter is going to like you, sweetheart." Vera said with a grin.
Angie covered herself up. "Who is this?" she looked at me sternly.
"This is Vera, a friend we just met at the lodge. Her husband is Walter. They were on the boat that came by the floating dock this morning." I answered.
"Oh" Angie answered in a dream-like state. "Well, what's she doing here; and where's Ken?"
"Ken's on his way to her place with Walter. They were going to stop and get some food and drinks. We're going to go to their cabin until the weather gets better. Sound Okay to you?" I asked.
"Sounds good to me. The electricity went out again, right after you guys snuck out of here. I could use some air conditioning." Sarah joined in, putting the bathrobe back on and tying the terry cloth belt around her waist.
"Well, then. It's settled. Walter and I love to entertain guests, and you are such attractive couples." Vera added.
I wasn't sure how long she would keep putting on the charade, but I was sure the girls knew Vera was a dirty ol' woman, rich or not.
I went over everyone's names again, and Sarah and Angie started getting their clothes together. Most of our clothes were scattered around the campsite, so I picked up the cleanest clothes and put them in the Suburban, then put the rest of the muddy clothes in a garbage bag and threw them in the car. Angie put on a thin T-shirt and a bikini bottom while Sarah put on a bikini top and some denim cut-offs.
We tried to clean up the campground as best we could, but knew we wouldn't be able to pick up everything before the next wave of rain.
Angie couldn't help but notice Vera's tits as she walked around the campsite. "Are they real?" Angie asked Vera.
"Well, what do you think? Feel them." Vera said proudly, and untied her shirt.
Sarah looked at Angie fondling Vera's tits, and walked over to feel them, too. Sarah caressed them from the bottom to the top, and then pinched one of Vera's nipples.
"Sarah, you are a naughty one, aren't you?" Vera said as she gently moved Sarah's hand away.
"Someone did a very nice job on you. I almost couldn't tell." Sarah said with a smirk.
"Angie, this is what real tits feel like." Sarah untied her bikini top and put one of Angie's hands on her right tit, and Vera's hand on her left.
"They're not much different, but yours are definitely bigger,” Angie said to Sarah obediently. Vera lifted Angie's shirt, and Angie allowed her to pull it completely off.
The sight of these three women fondling each other's breasts gave me an instant erection. The rain stopped for a moment and a cool breeze passed through the campsite. Angie's nipples stood out more than I ever remembered and Vera bent down for a closer look. She gave one of Angie's nipples a little pinch. Angie gasped and pulled back as if being awoken from sleep walking.
A minute or so later, It started to rain again, and we still had more stuff to get out of the camper. Everyone stopped what they were doing and made a dash for the camper.
I closed the doors on the Suburban and ran inside the camper to find Vera wrapping her arms around Angie from behind; sliding her hand down the front of Angie's bikini as if she was continuing her inspection.
"That was quick," I said to myself.
Sarah walked over to me and kissed me on the mouth as she rubbed the bulging front of my pants. "Let's see if I can't help you with that." Sarah whispered as she dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down to my ankles.
She laid me down on the ottoman. My head and neck were past one end, so I was able to view the girl-on-girl action while getting serviced by buxom Sarah’s expert oral skills.
"You're a little tart, aren't you?" Vera teased Angie. "You love it when someone tends to your cunt, don't you?"
"Yes, oh; yes,” Angie answered.
"Well, what about returning the favor? Do you play fair?" Vera asked as she unzipped her Capri pants.
"Yes, yeah; whatever you want" Angie gasped as Vera worked eventually all four fingers into Angie's cunt. Vera used her thumb to press on Angie's clit.
Angie's legs and stomach quivered.
Vera untied one side of Angie's string bikini bottom and the bikini fell to the floor around her ankle. Vera guided the girl to turn, facing her, and knelt between Angie's legs; then pushed her onto the bunk bed cushion. Angie spread her legs wide as Vera put half of her hand inside Angie's cunt.
Sarah continued to deep throat my cock as we both watched Angie practically get fist-fucked by Vera.
As Angie approached orgasm, Vera pulled out her fingers from Angie's cunt and replaced her hand with her mouth. Angie moaned as Vera's tongue swirled over her clit. Vera pulled Angie's ass cheeks apart and slid a ringed finger up Angie's asshole, making Angie shake almost to the point of falling off the cushion.
I came in Sarah's mouth that same instant but I could tell Sarah wasn't swallowing. Instead, she let me fill her mouth with cum. She got up and walked over to Vera and Angie and pulled Angie's head back. Angie yelped and Sarah pulled her hair harder until Angie opened her mouth. Then Sarah bent down to Angie's face as if she was going to kiss her, and Angie moved up to meet her kiss. But before kissing Angie, Sarah opened her mouth and let my cum flow out hers and into Angie's mouth. Angie wasn't expecting this, and neither was I. She began to gag, but Sarah quickly grabbed Angie's face and kissed her hard. I had never seen anything like it.
Vera sat on the side of the bunk, next to Angie, who was now sitting up and getting her wits back. Vera wiggled out of her pants. Sarah looked at Vera's cunt. "Nice Mohawk." Sarah smiled.
"I thought about shaving it, but someone told me waxing was even better," Vera answered as she ran her fingers through her cum-soaked pubic hair.
"Looks like your cunt's already seen some action today,” Sarah said as she looked at me. "I tasted your cunt on his cock. Very nice."
"Want to taste some more?" Vera said as she slid a finger between her labia, and leaned back on the bunk.
"Sure. Why not?" Sarah smiled. Swiftly, she slid the rectangular Ottoman over and knelt on it with her assup in the air, in front of Vera.
"Angie, why don't you kneel right behind Sarah? I want you to kiss her sphincter while she enjoys my cunt." Vera directed. Then, Vera looked at me.
"Jack, fill Angie's cunt with your cock. She's still a little tight down there, or at least she will be for my Walter. Oh, and try not to cum too soon, okay?" Vera asked.
I looked at Vera as she was having her cunt eaten by Sarah, and Sarah having her ass kissed by Angie, and then Angie arching her ass up at me as if she was ready to take on King Kong. This was going to be tough. I eased my cock into Angie's cunt and let her rock back and forth on me. I’m watching three live porn scenes at once. My cock is getting the best cunt in the room. And the woman with hypnotic tits is telling me to not these things do to me what they are supposed to?
Vera was moaning and breathing quickly as Sarah brought her to orgasm. Her tits rose and fell and maintained their perfect shape. Angie was licking Sarah's backside from her cunt to her ass crack, and she finally decided to concentrate all of her efforts on Sarah's anus. Angie's tongue darted in and out of Sarah's ass and then disappeared completely as she gave Sarah an incredible rim job.
Vera's cunt juice exploded onto Sarah's face, startling Sarah so much that she backed hard against Angie's nose and mouth. Angie bounced back and my cock popped out of her cunt. She reached back for me to put my cock back inside her, but I was already trying to do the same. Between the two of us, though, we both missed her cunt and I ended up sliding my cock up her ass to the hilt. She let out a yelp and lunged forward.
Vera, was slumped back on the bunk, convulsing in orgasmic bliss.
Sarah, unaware of what just happened, decided she was going to get up and help finish me off again. She moved Angie’s ass out of the way and grabbed hold of my cock. She stroked several times before putting the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked hard. She soon realized where my cock had just been and spit several times, but she never stopped stroking me.
Not liking to be pushed, Angie shoved Sarah aside and took her place stroking my cock to the point of almost being painful. Then, with a scowl, Angie looked at Vera, looked at Sarah, and then looked at me and did the unexpected. She opened wide as if waiting for me to shoot my cum in her mouth, but then put her mouth on me, instead. I came instantly. Angie spit out my cum almost immediately.
Vera looked down at us and smiled. "Anyone have a spare toothbrush?"
Angie gets her fantasy.
We each took cold showers; separately; and quickly gathered up the rest of our clothes. I helped Sarah with a few coolers of food and beer, while Vera warmed up the Suburban. Angie seemed to be the only one not in a good mood, and packed up most of her things and put them in my car.
"I don't know if I want to go with you guys," Angie whined. "I think I better go home. Do you mind?"
I walked over to Angie, putting my hand on her waist and pulling her aside. "What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Things are getting too weird," she said. "Showing off in front of your friends was fun, but I didn't expect to be fucking them this weekend. Now, if I go to Vera's cabin, everyone will expect me to fuck her husband; a total stranger. I don't know if I can go through with it. I mean; he might be gross."
"He's not gross, but he does have a thing for younger girls with perky tits and nipples." I smiled at her.
"See, that's what I mean. Luckily, Ken is very nice, and..." Angie stopped for a moment.
"And what?" I asked.
"You'll get upset. Never mind," she answered.
"Angie, just go ahead and tell me. I won't get upset." I assured her.
"Well, even though it hurt at first, I really liked Ken's cock. Don't get me wrong, you get me off faster than anyone, but there's something about his thing that won't let me stop thinking about it," Angie continued.
"Could it be that it's as wide as your forearm and he's going to try fucking your ass with it again? Or that next time you're going to do whatever it takes to make it happen?" I asked.
"That, and the fact that he's so gentle with me compared to the way he fucks his wife. It's almost like he doesn't enjoy it with her or something," Angie said.
"I'm sure he enjoys it, but I think he's more interested in the new toy, this weekend," I added.
"Does that bother you? I mean, aren't you jealous?" Angie asked.
"Do you want me to be?" I asked, back.
"No, I guess not. I'm kinda glad that you're being cool about it because I think I might actually have feelings for Ken," Angie said.
Well, that was a surprise. Not that she felt it, but that she said it.
"I've known Ken a long time and I'm sure he's a devoted father and husband. I've known Sarah a long time, too, and when the time is right, she's obviously a very "open minded" person. This might be a one-time thing with them, so if you're not too freaked out, you should probably stick around and make the most of it," I added. "Just don't make more out of it than it actually is, okay?"
"I'm not sure about Sarah. I don't think she likes me, but she seems to like you plenty." Angie said. "That makes me feel a little less guilty."
"Sarah likes you, too. I think she's just been trying to get your goat so you'll open up a bit. And I happen to be Sarah’s new toy, this weekend. That’s all it is. But Sarah wants you to step out of your comfort zone, too. If she didn’t like you, she’d be insulting and belittling you, not daring you to keep up with her." I said.
"Have you seen Ken's cock? I think I've opened up quite a bit!" Angie cried. I tried not to laugh.
"Yes, you have. I have to admit that seeing him try to stuff his short monster in your ass was almost comical," I said with a smile.
"Well, his cock hurt like hell, but your cock went in a lot easier last time." She rubbed the front of my pants and whispered; "It felt really good, too. Who would have thought I'd ever like being ass-fucked?" Angie smiled, and then turned to pick up a backpack.
"So, do you still want me to take you home?" I asked.
"I guess not." She looked at Vera in the Suburban, and then looked at Sarah as she finished cleaning up the campsite. Sarah looked in our direction to let us know she locked the camper.
"You're right. This is probably a one-time thing; for you and me; right?" she asked.
"Yeah, probably." I answered. “When we get home, I want you to help me learn what it is about Ken’s gentle style, that makes you keep wanting more of him. I think I can learn to meet your needs and desires even more.”
That; my friends; is how you endear yourself to a partner who strays. Accept that you could make the grasses greener at home. The neighbor’s grass might look rich and lush, but when you go lay in it, It smells like manure.
I wasn't sure about Angie, though. She was still young and impressionable, and now she might be getting emotionally involved, even though it was pure infatuation. At the time, she had probably done more sexually this weekend at 18, than most women experienced in a lifetime; with the exception of Vera and Sarah, of course.
As we headed to the Suburban, the rain began coming down heavier, and we were once again soaked by the time we got inside.
"Fuckin' rain," Angie whined.
"Potty mouth?" Vera said.
"In more ways than one," Sarah chuckled, causing us all to giggle.
We quietly smiled at each other as Vera drove off to her cabin. About 20 minutes later, we were on the other side of the lake, and Vera pulled off onto a dirt road that would have been easily missed by anyone not familiar with the area.
About a mile or so down the asphalt road, we stopped at what looked like a cattle gate. Vera pressed a button on the visor and the gate rolled open on a cable track. After a couple turns in the wooded road, I could make out the shape of a rather large estate. It was only one story tall, but had a separate 4-car garage and a boathouse. It was one heck of a lake house. Ken's truck was parked in front of one of the garage doors.
"This is your cabin?" I asked Vera.
"We go to the woods in style, sweetheart," Vera smiled. "We also like to entertain friends whenever we find friends that like to be entertained. This is a nice place to do that, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess," Angie said shyly. She looked like she still had reservations. Who know what dark fantasies Angie was conjuring up in her mind?
I leaned over and whispered in Angie's ear; "Look, I'll be here for you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay?"
"Okay," she answered, and I could see she felt a little more relaxed. She leaned over and gave me a kiss like she meant it, and I silently thanked the inventor of mouthwash.
Walter and Ken came out to great us under the portico, and to guide us into the cabin, as the rain was pouring down harder. We grabbed as much as we could carry and headed for the front entry of the cabin.
When I walked inside, I was instantly in awe of their wealth. Everything in the cabin appeared over-the-top, but without being tacky. They were definitely a couple with good taste.
"I may as well lay out the rules while I show you around," Vera spoke as she removed her sandals. "Leave your shoes here," Vera instructed.
We removed our shoes at the entry rug and Vera led us around the house. The kitchen was big enough to run a restaurant and was immaculately clean, as was the rest of the house. "The bathrooms are here, here, and down the hall to the left. That's the master bathroom. The bedrooms are here, here, and down the hall to the right."
We came to a large room in the center of the cabin. There was a large, deep sectional that wrapped around most of the room. In the center of the room was a large bearskin. To one side was one of the largest fireplaces I had ever seen. On another wall was a large TV, and next to that was a large window overlooking the lake.
Behind us was the most unusual part of the room; an open-air shower. It looked like any other shower you might see in a bathroom, but a little larger. It was a separately tiled section centered on the shower head, which seemed to just randomly stick out from the wall, and a tiled floor section with a drain. No glass doors. No shower curtain. It was just a shower right there in the living room.
"You never know when you might just want to rinse off. It's very invigorating," Vera added proudly.
"Clothing in our home is optional, so I hope none of you embarrass easily," Vera said as she removed her shirt and laid it on an overstuffed chair. Her tits were beautifully proportioned to her body, and Ken felt his cock began to swell.
"We have a wine cellar over there, and a Jacuzzi over there. The cleaning help comes in once a week to clean up, and we pay them well enough to keep our lifestyle private. They were here yesterday, so we shouldn't have to worry about any visitors." Vera continued to walk around the room as she spoke. "We have plenty of towels, bathrobes, toiletries, and just about anything else you might need. Just ask."
She walked over to the shower and removed her Capri pants. She pressed buttons on the shower wall, and steaming hot water gently poured from the shower head as unseen jets sprayed mists of water from several small crevices in two walls. She stepped under the shower head and put on quite the show, complete with pressing another button and showing us how she could bend over and direct one of the jets of water directly into her ass or cunt. Then she pulled a short hose out of a bin and snapped it onto a wall socket. That’s when she directed the wand at the other end, into her ass and flushed out her lower bowels.
She pulled a towel from a recessed shelf next to the shower, and dried off. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her hair, and then walked past us and into the kitchen.
Even without make-up, Vera was beautiful. I later found out that half the garage was filled with exercise equipment. Whenever Vera wasn't being naughty she was working hard to maintain an older, but healthier body. Angie and Sarah both wondered if they'd be able to look that good at 55.
"So, does anyone want a drink?" Vera asked as shecame to the bar and fixed herself a gin and tonic.
Sarah, knowing something about wine, walked to the wine cellar that was built into one of the walls and pulled out something she recognized. "Do you realize this is a $300 bottle of wine?" Sarah asked. "Yes, but you're worth it. Go ahead. Try it," Vera offered.
Sarah uncorked the bottle as Vera handed her a glass. Sarah sniffed, and then sipped the wine. "That's really good. Here Ken, you try," Sarah said as she offered the glass to Ken. Ken took a sip and swirled it in his mouth like mouthwash and Angie giggled.
"What?" Ken asked.
"Inside joke," Angie answered as she took the glass from Ken and tried the wine, too.
"I have more glasses," Vera said disapprovingly.
Walter pulled another bottle from the cellar, and offered me a glass. "I think I'll have what Vera's having," I said.
Vera fixed me a drink and walked to the front door. She looked through our coolers and then walked back into the kitchen.
"Well, we can eat bratwurst if you want, but I have steak and lobster if you think you can stomach it," Vera inquired.
We unanimously agreed on the surf and turf. Vera removed her towels and put on an apron. The front of the apron barely covered the inner halves of her tanned tits, and her ass was completely exposed as she walked around the kitchen. I could only imagine how lucky Walter was to have a wife like Vera that was ready to fuck any time of the day.
Ken and Sarah helped Vera prepare the food while Angie and I joined Walter in the living room. "The furniture has all been treated, so don't worry about spilling anything," Walter informed us. He gulped the last of his glass of wine, and then stepped over to the shower. "You really ought to get out of those wet clothes. Care to join me?" Walter asked Angie.
"Not just yet, thanks," Angie replied. There wasn't much left for her to get out of. She had stripped down to her wet T-shirt and bikini bottoms to let her other clothes dry, and her nipples were still hard and erect. Her bikini bottoms had ridden up the crack of her ass as if she was wearing a G-string.
Walter shrugged his shoulders and took off his clothes. He was probably 5 years older than Vera, but looked like he could have been in his late 60's or early 70's. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't very muscular, either. The hair on his body was completely white, and the amount of hair was in stark contrast to my body, which was either shaved or trimmed. As he pulled down his pants, Angie gasped.
"Hole lee, shit," Angie said under her breath. I caught Angie's gaze and found myself saying the same thing. Walter had been blessed with what I could only describe as a horse cock. It was at least 9 inches in length and almost as fat as Ken's; and it was completely flaccid. Limp and uncircumcised, it was not a very attractive cock. The fact that it was this size limp made me wonder how big it became when it was erect. He must have been a freak of nature. I could see why Vera ended up with Walter for a husband. Hairy or not, Walter had the largest limp cock any of us had ever seen.
Vera must have been watching Angie and me and walked over to us for a break from the kitchen.
"Don't worry yourself, sweetheart. Walter can make that thing cum for days, but he hasn't had a worthwhile erection in years." Vera commented.
"Was it big, you know, when it was erect?" Angie asked, hoping Walter wasn't listening.
"Not much bigger than it is now, thank goodness! But he could get that thing hard as a rock and go for hours." Vera reflected.
Angie subconsciously moved a hand to her crotch and licked her lips.
"Be my guest," Vera motioned Angie to Walter. "But I don't think you'll get very far." Vera looked at me. "That girl he was looking at in the lodge sucked on him for almost two hours yesterday morning and all she got was a few mouthfuls of come,” Vera added.
"Huh? You two were at it yesterday morning?" I asked. Vera smiled at me and pinched my cheek.
"Walter really likes the young ones. Not too young, of course, but younger than the likes of me, or even Sarah. He happened to be watching her on the beach, and he forgot where he was. We anchored just in case she felt like swimming out to the boat. But we eventually got tired of waiting and I decided to take a nap. I fell asleep in the bow. Walter fell asleep in the captain's chair with his pants around his ankles. The little waif swam out to the boat and stepped up the back ladder without waking either one of us. We're not sure how long she sat there looking at Walter's large, flaccid cock, but it must have been awhile as her cunt was soaked when I eventually put my fingers in her."
Vera looked back at Walter, who had finished his shower and was reaching for a towel.
"She must have been intrigued by that huge cock, but at the same time didn't want to give Walter a heart attack. She quietly slid between his legs and lifted Walters cock to her lips. It took her a little while to figure out how to support the weight of his cock without waking him, but she managed. Walter woke up thinking it was I sucking his cock, and didn't bother opening his eyes for at least 5 minutes. Finally, he looked down and saw this skinny, cute, barely-18 year-old redhead sweetie, practically choking on the head of his cock. She looked up at him with awe and lust, and maybe a little fear. Of course, Walter came immediately, and when Walter comes, it's a lot. The poor girl gagged, waking me up.
She apologized and said she didn't know there was anyone else on the boat. I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she said she caught him looking at her while she was on the beach. She said he was jerking off to her, and she had never seen anyone do that before. It turned her on, the poor little thing, so she swam out to the boat to see what her admirer looked like, without the hat and sunglasses. She was initially disappointed to see how old my Walter was, but once she saw his flaccid monster, she thought she would try giving her first blow job."
"Her first blowjob was on that?" Angie cried.
"Yes, isn't it a shame," Vera answered. "The poor girl is going to think all men's cocks should be that big. Her next lover will be a letdown, no matter how capable he is."
To be continued in part 4. Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts, for Literotica.