Get naked

Monica glanced at me, looking for my opinion. I said, “Sure, might as well get naked. We’re going to be sharing the same cabin all night anyway.”

The wife smiled, “No faster ways to make friends than being naked.” She took off her top and set it on the edge of the tub. Her tits had a great perkiness to them for her age. I wondered if they were fake. Then she slipped off her bottoms. Her pussy was totally smooth for her 20th wedding anniversary. I held an arm out to help her into the tub.

The husband dropped his trunks, and my girlfriend did not avert her eyes. His dick drooped past his long hanging balls. His pubic hair was completely shaved as well. It was shocking to see a grown man with no hair. He climbed into the tub, holding the bottle up, and sitting next to his wife. He opened it, and said, “Thank you so much again. We really appreciate this. Do you have any cups to pour this into?”

Monica laughed a little embarrassed, “No, we were just drinking right out of the bottle.”

“I can’t imagine anything more romantic than drinking straight from the bottle in the middle of a snowstorm with someone you love,” he cheered, then brought the bottle to his lips for a drink.

His wife took the bottle, and took a sip. She passed it to Monica and asked, “Are you two lovebirds married?”

Monica laughed again. We hadn’t told each other we loved them yet. She answered, “No. We’ve only been together five months.” She took a drink, and shook her head at the burning in her throat. She coughed, and said, “I wish I had a chaser but that was surprisingly smooth.”

I looked at the bottle, Old Man Winkle or something. I took a pull, and was also surprised by the smoothest. “Wow. That is good. That’s for sharing.”

“We love to share,” the wife said. “Besides you two are so nice to share this cabin with us on this snowy night.”

“We may end up sharing the same bed,” Monica said.

I looked at her quickly.

“What? There’s only one bed, and there’s not much room to sleep on the floor. It’s something we’ll have to work out,” Monica said, defending her comment.

“It’s okay,” the husband said. “We don’t have to figure it all out right now. Let’s just enjoy this beautiful night.”

I leaned back and looked up at the falling snow. The white flakes blowing and fluttering down I got lost in them. I stretched my body out, feeling like I was falling into the sky. My foot rubbed up against a smooth leg. I looked down, and saw I was accidentally rubbing my foot against the wife. I apologized, and she winked at me.

The bottle was passed another a few more times. It was really good. Even Monica started to enjoy it, and she hated straight liquor. She was definitely feeling it.

She sat up straight in the hot tub, stretching her arms out wide to the side, bringing her big tits out of the water into the view of everyone in the tub. She looked up at the sky, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to catch snowflakes.

Both the husband and the wife were checking out Monica’s tits. I tried to make a drunken joke, “She has perfect nipples, doesn’t she.”

“Exquisite,” said the husband taking a pull of the whiskey, admiring the tits of a woman half his age.

“You have a very beautiful girlfriend. You’re very lucky,” the wife said, looking at me.

I tried to change the subject, “So what is the secret to 20 years of marriage? Congratulations by the way that is quite the accomplishment these days.”

“Thank you,” the wife answered, her eyes finding mine. “We’ve been very happy these years, and I think it’s because we’re so open.”

“I’ve heard open communication is important in a relationship,” I said, wishing would come back from catching snowflakes to join the conversation.

“Our communication is open, but also our relationship,” the husband corrected. “We don’t have a problem if one of us ones to feel pleasure outside our marriage.”

Monica snapped back to the conversation, “You’ve had sex with other people since you’ve been married!?”

“Of course,” the husband replied, looking at my girlfriend and her naked body. “Sex is sex. Sex is fun. It doesn’t have to have an emotional attachment. It can be pure pleasure. Our marriage isn’t affected by it.”

Monica looked confused, not understanding.

The wife asked, “Haven’t you ever felt an animalistic urge to fuck? Just a desire for pleasure without a longing for attachment. Pure lust without love. We satisfy our lust outside our marriage but we keep love inside it.”

Monica nodded her head, “I’m sort of feeling animalistic right now. Naked in the wild. The cold wind blowing against my hard nipples. I feel the need to be ravished.”

The husband grinned looking at Monica. He switched places with his wife, and slid up to Monica’s right side. She placed her hand around his shoulder. He held the bottle up to her lips, and she took a deep drink.

The petite wife slid up next to me. Her hand rubbed up my thigh under the water. She asked, “What about you? Do you feel the animalistic urge to ravish someone tonight?”

I think of how my cock throbbed for hours, and how I haven’t come yet on this trip. I grab the bottle of whiskey, and take a big gulp. With it dripping down my lip, I almost growl, “I’m feeling like a beast tonight.”