Georgia on Her Mind

"Nice of you to notice her grooming habits," I quipped, not meaning anything by except as maybe a lighthearted joke.

"There's not a inch of your wife's beautiful body I haven't noticed," Georgia replied, patting Lynn's hand. That earned a cute blush from my fair skin wife that made us laugh.

"It's still as beautiful as ever," I said, patting her other hand and making Lynn blush even more.

"Invite me into the hot tub later so I can see," Georgia said.

"Then you can show her that trick with the jets," I said.

Ever the flirt, Georgia added, "And maybe you can show me your skills."

"Maybe," I said and hid behind another sip of wine so I wouldn't give anything away.

After dinner, we gathered around the fireplace sipping more wine, laughing, and getting drunker and drunker. While Georgia was gone on a bathroom break, Lynn leaned over and whispered, "You should suggest a dip in the jacuzzi."

"The three of us?" I asked, making sure I was reading her right.

Lynn kissed my cheek. "If you want."

"Is that what you want?"

"Surprise me," she whispered as Georgia came back to the room.

"What did I miss?" she asked, probably picking up on the surprised look on my face. She was good like that.

"Lynn just suggested we give the jacuzzi a try."

"Am I invited?" Georgia asked.

"Yes," I said, looking at Lynn. Georgia's eyes followed mine. "Right?"

Lynn said nodded before trying to hide her blushing face behind her upturned wine glass.

"Hot damn!" Georgia shrieked, darting upstairs. "It takes about fifteen minutes to fill."

"You're sure about this?" I whispered as we heard the water being turned on.

"No," Lynn said, but she smiled, too. "Are you?"

"Yes," I said for her and that earned me an even bigger smile.



The stairway was too narrow for us to walk up together. Lynn went first and I followed closely behind. "It's going to be a few more minutes before it's ready for you," Georgia said, sitting the side of the big tub.

"For us," I reminded, pulling Lynn into my arms and kissing her. I cradled the back of her head, pressed her tightly against me, and kissed her deeply. I felt her melting against me and knew that was a good sign. As we kissed, I held out a hand towards Georgia. When she took it, I pulled her closer until she stood with us. She wore a sweet smile. Turning my head, I kissed her. It wasn't as deep of a kiss as the ones I had just given my wife, more a peck, but it was directly on her lips. "Your turn," I told Lynn.

I watched my wife smile as she blushed. She turned her head, looked unsure of herself for a second, and then did it. She pressed her lips against Georgia's and kissed her.

"Again," I whispered.

Lynn looked at me for a second before nodding and tried it again. That was the kiss that counted because that was the kiss that lingered and turned from one into two.

"Is she a good kisser?" I asked.

"You tell me," Lynn said, nodding for me to kiss Georgia again. It felt odd doing that in front of my wife, but then again, I'm sure it felt even odder for Lynn to do it. I teased Georgia with the tip of tongue as we kissed but before she opened her mouth, I pulled away. I kissed my wife again and then nodded for her to kiss Georgia.

"That's so hot," I whispered, stroking the side of Lynn's face. "It's okay to like it." As their kiss lingered, I pulled away ever so slightly. I didn't leave them. Instead, I moved so Lynn slipped from my arms into Georgia's while their kisses became deeper and stronger. "So sexy," I purred into Lynn's ear.

"Damn you taste good," Georgia said, cupping Lynn's pretty face and planting another kiss on her. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this?"

"Since our sophomore year," Lynn said with a shy smile. She pulled my head closer, kissed me again and then insisted I kiss Georgia, too. "Doesn't he kiss good?"

"You kiss better," Georgia said.

"No I don't," she said before falling into another kiss with her best friend.

I knew it was up to me to keep things moving forward for Lynn. She always did have a shy, hesitant streak about her when things felt new or different. I grabbed Lynn's hand, placing it on Georgia's side as they kissed. Gently, I eased her hand around Georgia's tiny waist and down her back until my hand cupped Lynn's hand. I squeezed Georgia's bubble butt with my wife's hand and I heard a soft moan. I couldn't tell if it came from my wife or her friend and decided it didn't matter.

"It's okay if you make love to my husband," Lynn said.

"Is it okay if we both make love to you?" Georgia asked, perfectly reading the lay of the land. She passed Lynn back to me. "You should undress her for us."

"Gladly," I said, pulling my wife close. When we kissed, our tongues touched with unbridled passion while our hands tugged, pulled, unbuttoned, and unsnapped each other's clothes. We were so anxious to get naked together that it became funny trying to kiss and undress at the same time. Even Georgia picked up on the humor of our dance and laughed as she pulled off her clothes. And then, a moment later, the three of us stood naked for the first time and the reality of the moment hit home.

"I think the water's ready," Georgia said, turning and twisting the knobs. The movement poked her perfectly pert ass in our direction and I'll admit I stared directly at it. Her darker skin tone gave the illusion of an all over tan and her brown butt look absolutely squeezable. She stepped over the side into the deep tub and sat along the far wall.

I held Lynn's hand as she stepped over the side. She turned and sat with space between her and Georgia. I climbed in and pushed her closer to her friend. "Don't you want to sit between us?" she asked.

"No," I smiled, finding her suggestion funny. It was as if she hadn't accepted who would be the center of attention.

"But maybe I want to see you kiss her some more."

"Okay," I said, leaning across Lynn and kissing Georgia.

"But don't you want to play with her, too?"

"I still can," I said, reaching across my wife. I slid my hand across Lynn's breasts and then past her until I was groping Georgia. "Is that better?"

"I guess," Lynn giggled. "Does she feel good?"

"She's feel different," I said, leaning in and kissing my wife while caressing Georgia's bigger tits. Feeling her breasts felt good and wrong at the same time, as if it wasn't something I should enjoy. I moved my hand back to Lynn's chest and that felt more right to me. "Can I see you two kiss again?"

Lynn faced Georgia for another kissing fest that didn't last as long as I had hoped. "Okay?" Lynn asked, as if she had been doing it for me.

"Yes," I said, accepting it for what it was. "Was it okay for you, too?"

"She's a good kisser."

"I'm good at a lot of things," Georgia said, staring at Lynn's tits. "Is it okay if I touch your breasts?" Lynn bit her bottom lip and nodded. Georgia caressed both of Lynn's breasts, running her hand across them and exploring her nipples. "You feel so good."

"You can touch him, too," Lynn told her.

"Is that what you want me to do?" Georgia asked, still caressing Lynn's tits. "Do you want to see me touching him?" Lynn nodded. "Okay, but you have touch me while I do it, okay?"

"Touch you where?"

"Where ever you want. Do you want to touch my tits?"

"Okay," Lynn said. "But you have to kiss him while I do it."

"Sure thing," Georgia said, leaning across Lynn and running her hand across my chest. When we began kissing, Georgia's hand slipped beneath the water and caressing my thigh. I squirmed and her hand slipped farther up my leg, but before she ever touched me, she moaned deep inside my mouth. Without being told why, I knew what had caused that moan. It was because Lynn was touching her. I felt the surface of the water moving and knew Lynn was creating that ripple by moving her hand back and forth across her friend's breasts. That's when Georgia touched my cock for the first time. I was hard and eager for her caress. She gripped me and squeezed. It felt good.

"Does he feel good?" Lynn asked

"So good," Georgia said, pulling away from my lips. "Can you see me doing it?" Without the jets turned on yet, the water was as clear as a swimming pool.

"He has such a nice cock, doesn't he?"

"Very nice," Georgia said, holding Lynn's hand against her chest. "You're a very lucky woman."

"And you have big tits," Lynn giggled.

"I've always had big tits," Georgia giggled back.

"I know, but they feel so much bigger than mine!"

"Yeah, but you have great nipples," Georgia said, moving her hand from my cock to Lynn's chest. She gently rolled one of Lynn's stiff nipples between her finger and thumb. "Does that feel good?"

"Almost like when he does it," she said, wiggling in the water. She fished her hand into my lap and squeezed my hard cock. "Did she do this to you?"

"Knowing you were touching her did that to me," I said, kissing her.

"Do you like when I do this?" she asked, still rubbing Georgia's big tit.

"I like that a lot," I cooed, bending my head and drawing one of Lynn's nipples between my lips.

"Don't forget Georgia," she said and I didn't.

I turned my head ever so slightly and suckled Georgia's nipple for a moment before telling Lynn, "Do it with me."

Lynn's eyes went wide for a moment before she gave a tiny smile. Georgia moved so we could both reach. Arching her back, she offered us her chest. I turned my head so I could watch Lynn doing it. She did the same and somehow we ended up trading kisses between licks and laps of Georgia.

"Oh fuck, you two are driving me wild!" Georgia squealed, cradling our heads and holding us against her tits.

"Your turn," I said, pulling away from Georgia. The darker skinned woman instantly understood what I meant as we both bowed to attack my wife's fair skinned chest. Unlike when Lynn and I had done it, we didn't stop to kiss each other. Instead, we sucked on Lynn and listened to her squeal, giggle, and moan as she squirmed beneath us.

"You two aren't playing fair," she said when finally stopped.

"Sure we are," I said, giving Lynn a kiss before pulling away and watching Georgia do the same thing.

"But I want to see the two of you doing stuff, too!" she protested.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just don't want to be the only one horny."

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed, putting her hand on my hard cock. "Does this feel like I'm not having fun?"

"But you haven't touched her yet, except her tits."

"Neither have you," I pointed out.

"You first," she said.

"Fine, but you have to kiss her while I do it, that way you can tell me if she likes it."

Georgia wrapped her arms around Lynn, pulling her into a deep embrace that matched the kiss they began sharing. True to my word, I eased my hand across Lynn's lap on my way to Georgia. As she had done with me, I was discreet. I started on her thigh, pressing against the back of my wife as I moved my hand up and down her leg.

"I'm going to do it," I whispered in Lynn's ear as my hand slipped between Georgia's legs. "I'm feeling her smooth, bald pussy. Oh baby, she feels so good. Now I'm easing my finger inside and touching her. Fuck, she's so hot!" I heard one moan followed by another and realized they were both moaning. I also realized they were groping each other's chests, too. That made me feel better about it as I touched my wife's best friend. "Now you do it," I whispered, following Lynn's arm until I found her hand. Slowly, I eased her hand between Georgia's legs, cupping her hand with mine until I pressed one of her fingers inside Georgia's pussy. "You're doing it, baby," I purred. "You're touching her." I was rewarded with more moans.

Honestly, I had hoped that once I broke the ice, nature would take over. Instead, Lynn remained hesitant. Shortly after I pulled my hand away from hers, their kiss broke. "I love you," she said, turning and grabbing me. We kissed and, at first, I felt disappointed because her attention was back on me. Then I felt that extra pair of hands sliding between us and knew Georgia hadn't giving up hope. She was groping Lynn while we kissed and I made sure our kiss lingered.

Our kiss couldn't last forever and eventually we parted. When we did, the three of us sort of sat in the water wearing goofy grins and wondering what to do next. "Are you having fun?" Lynn asked me.

"Yeah, are you?"

She nodded before looking to Georgia for her answer. "Are you kidding me?" Georgia laughed. "I don't know one of you I want to ravish first!"

"It's okay if you fuck my husband," Lynn offered.

"What if I'd rather watch you fuck him?"

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked.

"No," they said together and broke into giggles.

"Fine, I was only going to suggest Georgia shows us that thing she does with the jets."

"I'll do it if Lynn does it with me," Georgia said, turning on the jets.

"And then you can fuck my husband!" Lynn insisted.

"Sure," Georgia agreed, catching my eye when Lynn wasn't looking. Her look said it all, she felt as confused as I did.

"So, how do we do this?" Lynn asked, already moving around the hot tub and trying to find the right position on her own.

"You've got the idea," Georgia said, moving with her. "Just sort of hang on the side, position your clit right where it feels best, and go for a ride."

"Oh wow!" Lynn squealed as she apparently found the right spot.

"I know!" Georgia said, settling over her own jet.

It was one of the craziest things I had ever witnessed as both girls clung to the side of the hot tub, braced their feet against the back of the seats, and kept their pussies directly over a pumping jet. They giggled, bounced, moaned and laughed as they wiggled and watched each other.

"Let's come together," Lynn said, looking as if she was already close.

"Then hurry up bitch," Georgia cried, her eyes fluttering as she reached her peak.

It only took a couple more minutes before they did it. They kept checking in with each other. "Almost," one would say. "Yes!" the other would add. And the next thing I knew, they were both gasping and clearly having orgasms as the craziest thing I ever saw turned into the hottest thing ever.

"Oh fuck that was good," Lynn sighed, floating and drifting into my arms.

"I warned you," Georgia told me. "She's going to have you putting one of these in your house, too."

"My fingers are starting to prune," Lynn said.

"Did you want to get out?" I asked.

Georgia pulled the plug and passed out towels. The heat from the fireplace rose into the loft area and made it toasty warm. After hanging up our towels, Lynn drew close to me and caressed my hard cock. "You didn't get off yet, baby," she said. "Are you going to let us help you with that?"

"Both of you?" I asked.

"If you want," she said, giving Georgia a hopeful smile before asking, "Do you still like to swallow?"

"Always," Georgia grinned and I was led to her big bed. The girls positioned me in the middle while they stayed on either side of me and took turns sucking my cock. I remain propped up on the pillows, watching them and feeling like the world's luckiest guy.

"You look so sexy doing that," Lynn purred as she watched Georgia sucking me. She leaned closer and kissed Georgia's face. "I like seeing you do that."

"I like doing it," Georgia said, holding out my cock for Lynn to take a turn. She smiled up at me and I smiled back.

"This is so hot," Lynn said, putting a hand between her legs.

"I can help you with that," Georgia offered.

"You are helping. Keep sucking him. You look so sexy doing that."

"He's getting close," Georgia said, correctly reading my body language.

"Make him cum in your mouth and I'll kiss you afterwards."

"Deal," she said, reaching across my legs and cupping one of Lynn's tits in her hand. Lynn moaned, watching and fingering herself, and I swore she moved so Georgia could do a better job caressing her tits. Believing that was the case was too much for me. I groaned loudly and came as Georgia kept her lips wrapped tightly around my cock and caught every drop.

As soon as my orgasm eased, Georgia crawled over me. She pushed my wife on her back and planted her mouth against Lynn's. Their combined moans told me everything I needed to know. Georgia hadn't swallowed and was sharing my load with my wife. And, seeing Lynn's telltale squirming, I knew my wife was having an orgasm.

"Fuck, that was hot!" Georgia sighed when she finally pulled away, looking as if she was the one who just had an orgasm.

"Did that make you wet?" Lynn asked her.

"Feel," Georgia said, pulling Lynn's hand between her legs.

"Oh wow," Lynn said, rubbing her friend for just a moment before pulling her hand away and looking at me. "You should go down on her."

"I think you should," I said, trying again to push things in the right direction.

"Please baby? For me?" Lynn begged.

"Seriously?" I asked, confused as hell.

"Damn it, someone do it or I'm filling up the hot tub again," Georgia groaned, clutching herself.

While it didn't fit any plan I had, I wasn't going to refuse, either. I rolled on my stomach and pushed Georgia on her back as I moved between her legs. Her smooth pussy glistened with her need and I tentatively pressed my tongue against her clit. She tasted good, different than Lynn, but still good. I pushed away a sudden, sharp stab of guilt, as if I was somehow cheating on my wife by eating Georgia's pussy in front of her.

That sense of guilt drifted away as Lynn moved alongside Georgia. She ruffled her fingers through my hair and asked Georgia, "He's good, isn't it?" Georgia's answer was a soft moan which either meant I was doing a good job or she appreciated the way Lynn began playing with her tits. I kept my eyes open and looking up, watching as Lynn began sucking on Georgia's tits. Her pretty blue eyes never left mine. Even when she kissed Georgia, she kept her eyes on me until Georgia moaned and came beneath my tongue.

My style was to keep going, even after the girl came. I would keep going until she told me she had enough. Some girls liked that. Lynn was one of those girls. She would have an orgasm and enjoyed it when I kept licking her until the last bit of her orgasm had faded away. But that wasn't Georgia. She squirmed, pulling away as her clit became too sensitive for another touch. I lifted my head and as soon as I did, Lynn attacked me. She pressed her mouth directly on top of mine and began sucking on my tongue. I was stunned and thrilled at the same time. Our kiss lasted a long time before she pulled away, leaving us both a bit breathless.

"There," she announced to us. "Now I know how Georgia tastes."

"It tastes better from the source," Georgia said with an impish smile.

"I'm sure it does," Lynn said, giggling and leaving the comment be.

The three of us snuggled together for a few minutes before bathroom breaks broke us up. I was last to go and when I came back, the two girls sat side-by-side on the bed talking. "Is it okay if Georgia sleeps with us tonight?" Lynn asked.

"As long as I get my side," I said, claiming the far side of the bed.

"Are you okay with the middle?" Georgia asked Lynn and she said she was.

As the wine and the orgasms caught up with us, we each fell asleep to our own thoughts.



Morning arrived as it typically does and I found myself alone in the big bed while two best friends giggled downstairs. Before heading downstairs, I peeked over the edge of the loft to see what the dress code might be and was glad to see two naked women. I eagerly skipped down the stairs.

"Yes! He got the clothing optional memo!" Georgia said as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I peeked," I admitted and passed out a kiss to both girls. There was coffee and we sat on her well-padded furniture made from rustic logs.