No panties!

"That's right," offered Feely, "we're not wearing any."

We all laughed, I piled it on a little thicker than the others to mask my embarrassment and discomfort. Mat said, "well then, Ricky will be the only one with a swimsuit. "

And with that, we all stripped down around the tub, Kayla removing her dress and exposing her sexy, completely nude body. What happened to her panties? And why does her pussy look so wet, like it's gushing? Glenn, Chris and Mat let their hardening cocks spring free as they dropped their shorts almost in unison. I was about to peel my panties off the hard-on they clung to, but Kayla slurred, "no, Ricky, leave them on; they're so cute."

"Ooh bitch, I love how you think." I gave an inward sigh of relief that I'd have at least one shield protecting me from Glenn's sizeable cock. I could see it refracted under the hot water as he eased himself into a seat. I couldn't help but notice Mat's cock was even bigger, oversized to his strong body.

"Come sit next to me, Ricky, dear," Glenn invited. I obliged, the now wet panties clinging even more tightly onto my external gear and the thong wedging itself farther up my ass.

The seating arrangements were circular. To my right: Glenn, Kayla, Mat, Feely, and Chris, who sat immediately on my left. Maintaining role, I was delighted to be sandwiched between two attractive, naked, horny men. As an untrained spy, I was as terrified as I was as a husband. As a heterosexual man in a hot tub with attractive nude women, I was rock hard.

Glenn noticed my rigidity physically when the jacuzzi jets went blasting and obscured all underwater activity. He placed his outstretched hand firmly against the condensed package bulging from Kayla's tiny white thong. I moaned softly.

Feely allowed her big tits to emerge from the hot tub to raise her glass to toast again to friendship as well as to orgasms and eventual female dominance, to which I tsk'd "Well excuse me." Glenn was slowly rubbing his fingers up and down, tracing a line from the tip of my dick to my asshole. I didn't mean to increase his access by lifting my hips up to meet his fingers, but the natural water buoyancy assisted unasked.

Kayla lifted her own suckable breasts above the bubbles to amend the toast, "to friends, freedom, and fucking" to a great hooting "hear hear" and a seat back smack dab down into the middle of Mat's lap. I felt as though a purr rippled through the water and shuddered around me. I also felt Glenn's insistent fingertips pushing aside the string that went between my cheeks.