Handing me anextremely lacy white baby doll nighty, she asked Miketo take his “little bride” to bed. “You’ll probablyhave to h...lp her with the back buttons of her dress,”she smiled as Mike ushered me up the stairs. I wassomewhat miffed that my wife had referred to me in thefeminine gender. But the thought quickly left my mindas Mike closed the bedroom door and took me in hismassive arms. Maybe she’s right I thought parting my painted lips towelcome. My hands are back, bare now, and we are both covered in sweat. Cupping your tits, cradling them, I start to thrust faster, and the slapping sound is slightly louder. Now you hear my moan, barely a sigh over the crackle of the fire, and grind your hips back into mine as I thrust in. You’re rewarded by my eager moan.“You are…talented, wench.” The strain of holding back my own orgasm is evident in the tightness of my throat as I speak. My humping increases again, but you sense I’m not quite. The bright sunshine seemed to squash some of the libidos. People were content to sit around naked and talk. A few of the large sun umbrellas went up, and then about five gallons of suntan lotion got spread around on everyone by everyone else. That was fun, watching the guys doing the girls, and vice versa. There were lots of playful gropes. The pool became very popular.I had Cari and Janet applying sunscreen on me. They both slathered up my body, but paid particular attention to my semi-hard. By the time we walked out the front door and passed by the large windows where we had sat, Peg was whoopin' and a hollerin'. Gypsy and I couldn't have been happier. I took Gypsy home and fulfilled her request. We fucked like teenagers on prom night, completely losing track of anything other than how much we loved pleasing each other. "Howdy," Gypsy said as we laid in bed, "as you requested, I only set up one appointment for you today. It's with Margot, the real estate broker. She said for you.