Four in the big new shower.

Sandy slid her hand out of Kathryn's wet robe and brought it to her lips to lick the juices off. "Hmmm...I detect two people already. Starting without us? How mean. I think we should leave."

"Oh?" Kathryn said. Her pleasure-closed eyes snapped open at the tone of Sandy's voice. Kathryn pleaded, "Please don't, I..."

Until she saw the smirk on Sandy's face.

"Oh. YOU! Come with me!" Kathryn said.

"I plan to," Sandy drawled. "Over and over again."

Peter set his folded clothes down in a neat stack. The living room curtains were already drawn so their activities stayed discreet. Peter was nude now, his penis partly erect, its circumcised head throbbing at the top of a long, slim shaft.

"Here, let me help," Peter told his wife. His practiced fingers loosened Sandy's clothes and slipped them off, kissing her skin as it was revealed, tasting salt from their mile-high exertions. The cotton panel of her panties was damp with a dab of their shared juices from earlier. He unwrapped Sandy's breasts and cupped underneath them, offering them to Kathryn. "Kate?"

Kathryn bent to Sandy's breasts and sucked firmly on a nipple, pushing and twisting with the tip of her tongue.

Sandy's eyes snapped open. "Mmm, that's different!" she said. "Good different. Did you just make that up?"

"Nope," Kathryn said, and switched to Sandy's other nipple. "Mmmmhh."

"Where'd you learn that?" Sandy asked.

"Petra's," Kathryn said, and latched back on. She sucked hard on Sandy's nipple and worried it with her tongue, pressing and scrubbing with the tip.

"Ahhh," Sandy sighed. "Mmmm." Her breathing deepened and she tilted her head back. "Maybe you can take me to meet the girls. I could learn a thing or two."

Kathryn evened up on Sandy's second nipple and took a deep breath. "Bryan's waiting. Come."

Kathryn took Sandy by the hand and led her to the master bathroom, Peter following close behind.

"Hey!" Bryan greeted them from the shower. "You're early! And naked already! Step right in!" he invited their long-distance lovers.

"Gotta pee," Sandy said.

"Oh all right," Kathryn said. "Hurry then."

Sandy sat down and started tinkling.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about the new shower!" Peter said.

The newly remodeled shower stall's broad expanse was a sill-less walk-in from the bathroom. It was tiled with no-slip tiles and had two nozzles and two hoses for exactly this sort of occasion. And a couple of very sturdy looking safety bars at a convenient height for holding on tight. There was a shower chair nearby, in case someone was too weak in the knees.

"Money buys more house out here," Bryan said. "Remodels too. And it's not like any of this is just for show."

Peter sized up the sumptuous fixtures and noticed a couple of strategically un-labeled pump bottles among the hair and skin care products, and a nylon mesh bag with a suggestively shaped bulge from its contents. Peter grinned. His cock filled up to a full erection. "Looks like a real 'working' shower to me." Peter stepped in, his penis bobbing. "Shake?"

Bryan laughed. "Sure."

Bryan and Peter exchanged friendly hand-to-cock squeezes as warm water sprinkled down on them.

"Thanks," Peter said. "It means a lot."

"For you, any time," Bryan told Peter. "Just for you."

Sandy finished on the toilet and Kathryn walked her straight into the shower.

"The gang's all here!" Bryan said. "Hey." A meaningful look went between Bryan and Sandy.

Kathryn caught it. "You will NOT start singing already," she insisted.

Bryan looked embarrassed.

"So put something in my mouth already," Sandy said. "Or something."

Kathryn turned to plant her feet in a wide stance facing the wall, bent over and grabbed the safety bar. "Well?"

There was a moment of silent adoration as Peter, Bryan, and Sandy admired the natural beauty of Kathryn's rear view.

Bryan had promised to stay hard for Kate by thinking of her hot hole waiting to be filled again. And here it was. White threads of semen clung to her swollen, deep pink labia from their wake-up ride. He could still feel an echo of his wife's hot asshole squeezing his middle finger as they came together. Maybe he could climb on for a second...?

Peter thought Kathryn had the most perfect shape from that angle. He wondered how her senior English students -- boys or girls -- could concentrate if she turned to write on the board. Peter contemplated Kathryn's swollen labia, parted to display her vagina in a perfect "Insert Cock Here" frame. Kate was really wound up this morning. From the pearly froth lingering at the threshold of her vagina, Bryan had given her a good shot of cock juice earlier. He glanced at Sandy, his wife and "Mile High Club" partner on today's flight. Fuck was in the air today. Peter shifted his weight, getting ready to step forward.

Sandy's lips were parted, looking at Kathryn's delicious curves and juicy folds under the pattering drops of the shower.

"Ahem," Kathryn said. "I made through two phone calls and the doorbell. Enough is enough. Fuck me now."

Peter and Bryan gave each other an Alphonse-and-Gaston 'After you' look. Sandy spied the the crooked L shape of a dual dildo in a bag hanging from the shampoo rack. Just the thing!

"Um, NOW?" Kathryn said.

And "now" it was.

"Oh, YES!" Kathryn cried out. "Oh yeah, ahhhh..."