Rick unpacks

Rick shrugged his shoulders and continued to drop their luggage off to the master bedroom. It wasn't a long flight but he usually felt grimy after being in the airport. He proceeded to strip down to get his swim trunks on. Rick imagined all of fun things they would do this week, while standing there buck ass naked.

His schlong began to thicken at the thought of Pete and Leslie sneaking out to skinny dip last year. Pete confided that it was one of the hottest things for his normally conservative wife to agree to. Jan made it extremely clear that skinny dipping was off the table. She was even more conservative than Leslie at times when it came to doing risqué activities. Damn, he thought, I'll bet Leslie's perky tits looked amazing wet and free. His cock was semi hard now.

Rick was a larger muscled guy in his forties and was proud of the girth his man meat he packed. He was glad he trimmed down his chest, ballsack, and crack hair. He gave his shaft a couple of strokes and wondered what was keeping Jan? She probably fell asleep. Rick's thoughts were interrupted as he turned towards the on suite bathroom and locked eyes with an unexpected occupant.