And, So It Goes Ch. 03

Now I knew it was my turn, and I took the bottle from your hands and squeezed a substantial amount over your shoulders and chest. OK, over your tits! I managed to be as objective as I could in soaping-up your body, making sure though that I had reached every single square inch of your skin above the waist. Taking another substantial amount of gel I began to lather your legs, working my way up to your gorgeously round bottom and round to massage what remained into your short, soft pubic hair.

Somehow, I resisted the temptation to simply rinse you off and bury my tongue inside your sweet cunt, simply confining myself to rinsing you thoroughly so not a trace of soap remained on your softness. Placing the shower head back in its holster, I leaned back in a mock examination of your body and exclaimed "Yep, you'll do!", earning a cheerful slap on the butt for my trouble. We both got out of the shower stall with only a minimal amount of touching, and stood close to each other as we towelled ourselves dry. Naturally, I couldn't help but watch your breasts shake and jiggle as you moved, nipples still thrust out from the surface of your tits and causing a noticeable reaction on my member which you, in turn, had noticed.

Once we had finished drying off, we went through to the back of the house where we went in to our respective rooms to dress - not without a lingering kiss and quick fondle of our respective bodies though!

As I donned what I was informed were called board-shorts in the US, plus a t-shirt and what we in the UK call trainers (sneakers to you guys in the US) I was good to go. Oh, and I hadn't forgotten to put on a pair of fairly tight underwear, to keep things in check plus try to prevent chafing - never a good thing I've found.

I wandered out into the hallway, to meet you halfway out having already finished getting ready. I was really quite surprised by that (compared to Sue you were lightning fast), though you were dressed nearly as briefly as me in tight denim skirt and snugly fitting white t-shirt; obviously braless too if the twin buttons on the front of your shirt were any guide, but looking as wantonly sexy as you did, I couldn't think why anyone would complain - I certainly wasn't!

Noticing the direction of my gaze you hefted your breasts up in your hands and said,

"I don't usually leave the girls free to roam like this," you smiled, explaining "because they're too big to have bouncing around all day - it can get a bit uncomfortable. But," you went on, "as it's a special occasion, I thought I'd give them, and us (wink!) a treat!"

As you removed your hands to let these firm, lovely mounds regain their natural position, I noticed that you gently pinched each nipple as you let them go, causing them to protrude even more than they were already. Heaven!

"Right," you said authoritatively, "time to show you some Arizonan culture."

So saying you took me by the arm and led me outside to where your compact, non-US car was parked in the carport, out of the direct sun. Getting in felt very odd to me as at home the seat I was sitting in, on the right side of the car, usually had a steering wheel in front of it! I relaxed as you started the engine, boosting the a/c to the max to bring down the horrendous temperature inside the car. Easing out into your quiet street, we set off to explore your city.

As the day went on we seemed to be heading to a definite destination, finally ending up at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum. I do quite enjoy museums when in the right mood for them, but this was nothing like any of the old, dusty museums I was familiar with at home.

For a start, this had large areas of open-air walkways, with numerous exhibits and artefacts that alone could have kept me interested for hours. We also wandered through shady avenues, sometimes holding hands, sometimes with our arms linked or across each others backs with hands on the others butt, acting a bit like love-struck teenagers; all this in utter contrast to our joint distaste of PDA's - Public Displays of Affection.

As the museums opening hours drew to a close, we found our way back to your car which once again was roasting hot inside, despite the sunshade you had placed on the windscreen. Switching the engine on and ramping up the air conditioning we stood to one side for a few moments, me easing you towards me so we were facing each other, my arms easily enfolding you in a hot, steamy hug.

"Well, my sweet," I began, "today has been a wonderful day. I've thoroughly enjoyed our excursion, but what plans have you got now?"

You then informed me that Stuart, your husband, had text messaged you earlier to say he was heading home this afternoon, and expected to be back in the city imminently.

"I thought we could meet him at a nice restaurant we know'" you went on, "then we can head back home and see what happens."

"Sounds good to me" I replied, before taking the opportunity to kiss you long and hard, something I'd been wanting to do for some time now and, judging from the fervour with which it was returned, something you'd been desirous of for a while too!

Now the car was cool enough to get in we did so, and headed off to the restaurant where to your surprise Stuart was already waiting for us. I smiled as the two of you hugged and kissed passionately in the parking lot of the restaurant; seemingly over twenty years together didn't stop you missing each other after only a couple of nights apart no matter what other distractions may be occurring in your lives. I too felt the same way about my own partner, Susan, still looking after her aunt back in the south of England. I had spoken only briefly to her over the past couple of days, mainly due to the time difference, but partly as her aunt had taken a turn for the worse and Sue was spending long hours at the hospital where mobile phone use was severely limited.

Returning to the here and now, I realised you two had managed to welcome each other home and you were just beginning to introduce me to Stu.

"Honey this is Tom, our friend; Tom, this is my husband Stuart, who I hope you will get to know real good, real soon!" A huge smile spread over your face as Stu and I saw each other properly for the first time. It was a bit like looking in a mirror - Stuart was within an inch of my height, slightly slimmer and wearing frameless spectacles, but with a well-trimmed goatee beard almost exactly like my own, dark hair like mine (maybe a bit thicker, but hey . . ) and an open welcoming grin that I couldn't help but warm to right away.

"Pleased to meet you Tom" he said, clasping my right hand firmly in his as we shook, but without that pointless macho 'I can squeeze hared than you' bullshit so many guys these days believe is necessary. Of course, I know a couple of ways of neutralising even the strongest of such grips easily thanks to my job, but no need of such tricks here.

"And you, Stuart" I replied, "I've heard so much about you from Karly, it's way past time we met!"

With that we went into the restaurant, where you had reserved a discreetly placed table for us to sit and start to get to know each other as a trio. I was pleased to find Stu did indeed share many of my own interests, as it gave us plenty to talk about even without the major common denominator between us - namely, you - but including you in the conversation too as neither of us wanted you to be sitting as the 'third wheel' so to speak, as we both loved you far too much for that!

After a very pleasant couple of hours, we had finished a delightful meal and were ready to head back to your home. Stu had his own car, of course, and you were keen that I ride with you the relatively short distance back home.

"Tom, are you feeling OK about . . . "

"Karly, Stu really is a fantastic husband . . . "

We both broke off our talking simultaneously, laughing as we tried to talk to the other at the same time.

I gestured for you to continue.

"Tom, I can see you and Stu were getting on really well there, I just hope you don't feel left out or ignored or anything just because he's home."

"Karly," I replied, "of course I don't feel left out. He's your husband after all, and I can see how much you love and cherish each other. In fact, I should think it's me who should be concerned at how HE feels about ME. After all, he knows what we've been doing over the last 48 hours, so he would have every right to feel a bit slighted."

"Oh, Tom," you breathed in reply, "you know he isn't jealous of us. After all, he told you to enjoy whatever might transpire between you and I, knowing that I was planning to fuck you senseless! In fact," you carried on, excitedly, "I know he's looking forward to spending time with both of us over the next while, and I don't mean walking around a museum!"

The huge smile and lascivious wink you aimed in my direction ended any teeny worries I may have harboured about Stuart's feeling towards me, so much so that I began instead to wonder what might happen between the three of us later.

When we arrived back at your house and all exited the cars, Stu and I hooked one of your arms each in our own and strode up the front walk laughing at some silly joke I had made, your head swinging from side to side as you watched us both watching you, as your unfettered tits bounced provocatively inside your clinging t-shirt, nipples once again hard and thrusting sexily against the smooth material to the delight of both us men.

And so . . .

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This chapter was quite short, by my standards at least, as previous readers of my stories will know.

Chapter 4 more than makes up for that; hopefully, that will be here soon!