Monica's husband Roy ...

Panic immediately set in on Mark as he watched the four men walk onto the patio, each with a six-pack of beer. Sally too, was equally unnerved; she suddenly realized her clothing lay on the blankets on the far side of the yard. Monica was the only one who was unfazed by the appearance of the four men. Her husband Roy had returned home from his golf outing with his three partners, Jim, Vince, and Paul.

Roy’s eyes beamed with the pleasant surprise of finding Sally sitting in his hot tub, and they sparkled even more when he realized the ladies were naked in the tub. The three guests took up seating at the nearby table at Roy’s instruction, enjoying the picturesque view. The beer was placed on the table as each man opened their first, saying “hi” to the ladies. Monica cheerfully acknowledged them, while Sally slid lower into the tub, embarrassed in her predicament. She silently acknowledged Roy with a slight nod in his direction, the corners of her lips drawn slightly upward, trying to hide a knowing smile.

Monica acted as if nothing was out of place, sending her husband back inside to get her another bottle of wine. While he was inside, she introduced Sally to Roy’s three friends. As politely as she could muster, Sally greeted them, still too ashamed to make eye contact; instead she found herself staring just below the table at the obvious bulges growing in the loose fitting pants. Roy returned with the open bottle, handing it to the girls. Small talk filled the tension-filled air as everyone continued drinking. The conversation had more sexual innuendos as the **** continued to be consumed. By the time the guys had finished their second beers, Monica had invited them into the large tub.

Paul, the cutest of them all, mockingly stated that he didn’t have a bathing suit on. Monica simply pointed to the large blankets, showing that they didn’t have them either. No one needed a second invitation, as they began stripping their clothes. Monica eyed the three guests hungrily as they peeled off their clothing in hastily fashion. Sally stared in disbelief, her eyes darting from man to man, watching as their briefs and boxers were lowered to the patio floor. Mark silently observed the four fat cocks swaying in the early evening air. The four men approached in unison, taking position, ready to enter the tub. Sally was too shell-shocked to move as the men eased into the warm, bubbling water. Jim slid in on Monica’s left side, Vince slipped in to her right. Sally stared at Monica, as her husband Roy, nudged in to her right, and Paul settled in to her left.

Another round of drinks ensued as every one kept their hands visible and to themselves. The men were luxuriating in the feel of the warm water. Sally inhaled sharply when both Roy’s and Paul’s legs brushed against hers. Neither man seemed too concerned to move their legs back. Meanwhile Monica’s hands dipped below the water, seemingly resting in her lap. Sally could feel Monica’s feet brushing hers at the bottom of the tub. Even though the conversation filled the air, Monica secretly slipped her hands onto the muscular thighs of her neighboring counterparts. The sexual tension was so thick that all pretenses were quickly fading. Monica finally gave up trying to hide the fact that she wanted to get things started. She blatantly moved her hands to the strained bulges at either side and began stroking the hardened shafts. Both Vince and Jim groaned in unison, as Monica grinned in accomplishment. Vince was the first to move, grabbing a handful of tit, squeezing it tightly, and pinching Monica’s fat nipple between his first and second finger. Jim pinched, and playfully tweaked the other nipple as he pulled Monica’s face to his, driving his tongue into her hungry mouth.