We need the money.

Feely had literally turned her back to the rest of us, straddling Chris face-to-face. What exactly what was happening beneath the bubbly surface I cannot say for certain, but Feely girated wildly, pushing herself into Chris, and he had taken one of her tits into his mouth. Instead, I had a finger pressing against my anal opening.

I didn't know it at the time, but the wildly unfamiliar feeling I was experiencing was just a very small portion of Glenn's finger entering my ass. He whispered to me, "Damn, for a submissive, you've got one tight hole."

Thinking fast, "I do my exercises seven days a week, baby." I guess I'm not very good at thinking fast. I had said the first stupid thing to come to my head, and I had no idea what I'd meant by it.

"Oh, do tell me more."

"Listen, bud. Treat me like a princess, and I'll show instead of tell," where was this coming from? I felt like I was going crazy. Part of it, I'm sure, was the finger very slowly sinking into my ass. Strangely, I felt compelled to push back a little, to encourage it to continue. It was an extremely erotic and pleasurable sensation, perhaps even heightened by its forbidden nature and the just plain weirdness of the situation. Not to mention the ****-fueled fog that blanketed us all.

Kayla was leaning back, her arms outstretched on either side of Mat's body, bracing herself against the backrest, her nipples just peeking above the water. One of those nipples was pinched between two of Mat's fingers while he poured a cocktail into her mouth with the other hand, a good portion of the expensive **** dribbling down her body and into the jacuzzi tub. She wasn't moving much, but was clearly sitting in Mat's lap.

She looked me straight in the eyes while Mat set the glass, now containing nothing but ice, behind him. "This is the best job I've ever had," she said. Glenn's finger sank another inch into my ass.

"Have you heard of any other openings?"

She laughed very hard at this, shaking her body in Mat's lap. I thought I heard a moan escape Mat's lips. Kayla stopped laughing and gave a long "N" sound as she bit her lip. "None that I've heard of yet." Mat's free hand disappeared below the water.

My hands were at my sides, propping my ass up a little. Glenn grabbed the hand closest to him and pulled it over to his hard naked cock. My hand instinctively wrapped itself around his girth, which was hot and throbbing, and quite a bit larger than my own.

We settled into silence, six people in three different worlds. I looked at Glenn, trying to mask my confused feelings with a look of lust, willing myself into character while also surrendering to the pleasure of anal penetration. I began to slowly stroke Glenn like I would stroke myself if I wanted to prolong masturbation. His finger had almost completely submerged itself inside me.

While spending much of their time sloppily sucking eachothers faces, Chris and Feely were audibly grunting and moaning to my left. Kayla and Mat seemed to be having a private, whispered conversation that seemed to moan and groan intermittently. I couldn't help groaning a little myself, and Glenn closed his eyes and seemed far away even as he was invading my virgin hole.

Abruptly, Feely cried out and slumped against Chris who appeared to be tightly gritting his teeth. I watched as within moments she regained her composure and turned to face the rest of us. Kayla and Chris didn't even look at her, but instead kissed, tongues dancing together like professionals. I looked back at Feely who was now rising out of the water, exposing the glory of her big tits, round ass, and smooth-shaven pussy to us once again.

"I am exhausted. I bid you all goodnight. Make sure Chris doesn't drown, and I'll see you all in the morning." Without taking his lips from Kayla's, Mat pointed at a rack of hanging towels and bathrobes on the wall. "Thank you," said Feely to Mat, and again, "Thank you," to Chris. She dried herself thoroughly, donned a robe, and left.

Chris looked around himself, discombobulated. He grumbled something indecipherable and clamored, splashing out of the hot tub. He grabbed a towel, dried only his hair, armpits and crotch, and wrapped it loosely around himself, foregoing the robe. He made it as far as the nearest couch where he crashed and began softly snoring almost immediately.

Glenn's finger began to work its way around in my ass, in and out and pushing all kinds of pleasure buttons I'd never known I had. His other hand made its way over to my cock and began to gently press down on it it. It was as hard as I can imagine it ever being, aching, actually aching, with pleasure and with the pain of lacy constraint. My other hand found its way over to Glenn's scrotum. I cupped his balls as I would have cupped my own in private, gently palming them and working them like a delicate dough. Glenn squeezed my cock as it strained against the panties, rubbed it gently from tip to base. Our wrists slid together like pistons in some masterful, orgasmic contraption. I gripped him a little harder and sped up my pumping. My legs had to be raised, now that I was no longer propping myself up with my hands, and my toes just barely broke the surface of the water. At the same time, Kayla glanced away from Mat, looked down at my toes, then looked back at me with a devilish smirk. She whispered something to Mat, then rose to her feet, giving myself and Glenn an absolutely wonderful view of her frontal assets.

Kayla was nudging my foot aside with her thigh as Mat explained, "This one has some errands to run tomorrow, so I'd best play the host and show her where she can lay her pretty head. I think I'll be having a lay myself," he said, making a perhaps (I was hoping) unintentional double entendre. Then he pointed to a hallway, "The door on the left is the unoccupied bedroom you two can share. Don't get into too much trouble," he warned jokingly, though I was sensing a very real threat.

When Mat rose from the water, I noticed that his reddened, glistening cock stood at full attention and utterly dwarfed my own. Kayla and he dried and robed themselves and went down the same hallway he'd pointed to, presumably the other bedroom. They both disappeared inside, and neither emerged.

After they left, Glenn kissed me deeply.