Charlotte

As much as the image of my wife being fucked by another woman was incredibly hot, I still hadn't had a chance to admire Charlotte's body.

I grabbed my cock, stroking it lightly to start, the massive pressure I felt making it feel full and tender, but soon I had my throbbing manhood pumping easily in my hand.

Charlotte looked amazing in her chair, even sprawled and bent at the waist as she was there was no folds of fat at her waist, no signs of marks on her flesh, just languid sexuality.

I slipped slightly and banged my arm against the wall, making a very faint thud. I panicked, looking down, hoping no one noticed, breathing hard.

Helen and my wife were so lost in the sex that they didn't notice a thing, but when I glanced at Charlotte, she was staring up at the vent. She didn't seem to notice anything, because after a few moments of inspection, she returned to watching the scene before her.

I resumed stroking my straining cock, and sighed softly in relief. Charlotte moved then. She slowly sat up, and scooted the armchair towards the bed, but kept the angle, in her haste she actually set it at a better angle for me to see her in all her glory as she leaned in and pulled Helen in for a kiss. A few words passed between them, and Helen reluctantly pulled her makeshift dildo out and gave it to Charlotte, before resuming her ride of my wife.

Charlotte sat back, but this time one of her feet stretched out and rested on the bed against her lovers leg, and the other was brought us, foot planted on the arm rest, her pussy open and gaped ever so slightly. Slowly, she inserted the bottle of lube into her snatch, she pressed it tightly in, her gruel welling up around it and coating her fingertips, and started to plunge it in and out, steady, strong rhythm. She used her fingers on her other hand to pull her clitorial hood back and to pinch it between two fingers, and start to tug and roll it.

Her head rolled back, lost in the waves of pleasure. I followed suit losing myself in the strokes, watching her pussy part and accept the tube easily, her fingers frantic, looking for release.

The sight of her set me over the edge, I orgasmed. Hard. I desperately angled it away from myself, hitting the wall again in the process, and it hit the wall in spurt after spurt, sliding down into an uneven gooey mess on the floor. I grimaced, I'd have to sneak up to clean that later.

I looked back down into the room and froze. Charlotte was still stroking, but this time she was staring directly at the vent with an intense look. My heart beat, and very slowly I backed away, hoping she didn't notice anything. I rushed back to the kitchen, and finished breakfast as fast as my frenzied nerves would allow.

As I finally set the table, my nerves calmed, I looked out on another gorgeous day. There was no way in hell I was going to spend it all indoors, and I realized that there was a swimming hole about a mile up a path from the cabin. It had been one of the reasons I had picked this cabin in the first place: I liked seeing Kaila in a bikini.

"Do I tell him, or do I just let his imagination run wild?" Kaila asked rhetorically from the back hall, her green robe pulled about herself. Behind her, the other two women were exiting the bedroom.

"Tell me what?" I asked, gesturing to the table I had laid out in an invitation.