After cleaning up a bit, we headed back for the beach house. By the time we got there, we realized we were too worn out to do anything other then slee.... I went to sleep feeling really horny and I since I hadn’t brought a vibe with me, I was determined to get laid on Sunday (we were leaving for Georgia on Monday). I was the first one up Sunday (being horny can do that do you). I slipped into a red/white/blue stripped bikini and went out onto the deck to sun-bathe (since my skin-tone was a creamy. I grabbed the white fluffy comforter from the closet and smoothed that over the bed. I tossed my many pillows on the bed and stood back and smiled. Not a wrinkle was on the bed, but I'm sure that would be changing.I looked at my watch. It was only noon. 6 more hours to go. I ate a salad for lunch. I wasn't really hungry. It was probably the butterflies that were starting to build in my stomach.I decided I might as well do some laundry and other chores around the house. I washed the dishes and. "I know what you are yearning for; we'll have our girls positioned where the waif has mentioned; he's bound to show again. I will so enjoy breaking him when he's caught, and catch him we shall."It was just a few days before he was to visit Madame Tara's house once more, and face the assertive Ginger maid. Marcia pampered him in the warmth of the shower; he had been allowed to please her to fulfilment during the past night, and she soaped his weary balls gently. Even the bathroom now bore. As she was joining us, Steven moved over and sat beside me in the seat and my wife sat on the other seat, one on each side of me. We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn’t say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward my cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to say or do...I was thinking of my next.