“Mmm,” Susan agreed. “So, back to the project,” she said after a moment. “We’re in agreement?”
“Absolutely.” “We are.”
“Good. I also want to discuss the bonuses and milestones you mentioned. We’ll write up something formal when we finalize the budget and schedule.”
Trip nodded.
“But for now I think a handshake is enough.” She set her beer aside, rose, and extended her hand. “Congratulations. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
Trip stood and shook her hand very formally. Then he suffered a moment of vertigo, followed by a goofy grin as he steadied himself.
Susan shook my hand as well. She waited a moment before she asked, “Happy?”
“Of course.”
“Good. I’m glad.” She sank into the water and eyed me with more than friendly interest. “Now can we talk about the fringe benefits?” Her grin turned wry. “I know you were wondering earlier if that was the only reason I wanted to hire you.”
I winced. “Was it that obvious?”
“Maybe not to anyone else, but I know you. Remember?”
“How could I forget?”
“I’ll be honest,” she said after a moment, “I almost didn’t offer you the job. I really don’t like to mix business and pleasure.”
“What changed your mind?”
“Lots of things. But mostly how serious you are. Also, Christy and Wren support you. Completely,” she added for Trip’s benefit. “Besides, I think we can keep things separate.”
“I think so.” “We can.”
She grinned at Trip again. “So, you mentioned personal service…?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said on cue.
Some weird part of me still felt that we were moving too quickly—and that business and pleasure were inextricably linked in this case—but the little head firmly overruled the big one. He was ready for some action and didn’t care why it happened.
Trip clearly had the same idea, and with fewer second thoughts. He moved across the tub and lifted Susan to the side. She parted her legs and revealed her shaved pussy.
“Nice,” she said. “Lip service…”
She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her thigh. Then he began kissing her pussy, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it. After a moment he gently urged her to lie back to give him better access. She raised one foot to the side and propped her knee up.
Trip began licking in earnest. Susan rested one hand on his head and used the other to pinch her stiff nipples. Her breathing grew heavier, and she moistened her lips in anticipation. I knew an invitation when I saw it, so I moved to her side and aimed my hard-on at her mouth.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said, “I’m looking for a ’job.”
She opened her eyes and smiled at the pun. Then she kissed the head of my cock. I twisted her nipple and gently tugged. She rolled toward me, grabbed my hip, and raised her head to swallow me deeper. I groaned as her lips closed around my shaft. She sucked for a moment and then withdrew slowly.
We continued like that for several minutes, until Trip stood back and stroked his erection. I pulled my cock from Susan’s mouth.
“Hop down,” Trip said to her. “Let me fuck you from behind.”
She slid into the water, and I scooted into position on the side of the tub. I offered her my hard-on, and she groaned as Trip slid into her from behind. She began sucking me again.
“What do you think?” Trip said. “Best job ever?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty nice.”
Susan agreed with a moan.
Trip began thrusting, and soon waves lapped at the sides of the hot tub. Susan tightened her lips around my shaft and sucked gently as Trip pounded her from behind. I enjoyed the show and the blowjob until he pulled out and gripped the base of his shaft.
“I’m gonna come,” he said. “Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth,” Susan panted.
“Switch places with me,” he said.
I hopped into the water, and he replaced me on the side of the tub. Susan started sucking him as I moved into position behind her. I aimed my cock at her opening and slid into her, but I didn’t start thrusting right away. Instead, I simply held her hips and enjoyed the feeling of warmth around my shaft.
Susan massaged Trip’s balls and stroked his shaft. A moment later he threw back his head and grunted. She captured the spurting tip of his cock and swallowed his load. I began thrusting at the same time. Susan’s pussy felt warm and smooth, and I knew I wouldn’t last if I went much faster. Instead, I settled in for a long, slow fuck.
Trip propped himself on his hands and watched. Susan had stopped sucking, but he didn’t seem to mind. He tossed his chin at my thrusting hips.
“How’s it feel,” he asked, “to be back in the game?”
I was tempted to tell him that I’d never left, that I’d been fucking Christy and Brooke while he’d been having fun with Wren, Leah, Mark, and whoever else. I didn’t want to brag, especially about my love life, so I simply grinned instead. Besides, Trip deserved to enjoy the role reversal, even if it was only in his head.
“Pretty nice, isn’t it?” he continued.
“Very,” I agreed.
He started stroking himself and then offered his semi-hard dick to Susan. She moaned and started sucking again. He brushed her hair back and watched, while I concentrated on not coming too soon.
After several minutes he said, “Lemme know when you’re ready.”
“Getting close,” I said.
“I thought so. Switch with me.”
I pulled out and hopped to the side of the tub. Susan immediately captured my cock and tried to swallow me whole. I groaned and thrust my hips at her. Trip shot me a grin. Then he moved behind her and began playing with her pussy. Susan knew I was getting close, so she bobbed on my cock with single-minded intensity.
Trip must have known me better than I realized, because he timed it perfectly. The pressure built in my balls until I couldn’t hold back any longer. He fingered Susan hard from behind, and she moaned with her own orgasm as mine erupted down her throat. She held her breath and clamped her lips around my pulsing shaft, and her face turned red from the effort.
My cock stopped spurting after what seemed like forever, and she released me with an explosive gasp. She breathed hard through her nose, while I panted to catch my own breath. Trip slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy.
“Take a minute to recover?” he said.
I swallowed to moisten my mouth. “More like five.”
“Ten for me,” Susan said. She reconsidered and laughed weakly. “How about twenty?”
“Fine by me,” Trip said. “But let’s move inside for round two. I wanna take my time and fuck you properly.”
She grinned. “I could get used to this.”
“Yes, ma’am. Whitman-Hughes, at your service.”
I didn’t feel the need to correct him.
* * *
I went for a run early the next morning, before Trip or Susan were awake (or so I thought). The morning air was cool and damp, but not so cold that I needed a sweatshirt. I jogged up the hill and then turned toward the Retreat. I could see well enough in the predawn light, and I enjoyed the quiet of the forest as I ran.
I thought about Christy mostly. I was a little surprised that she’d adjusted to swinging so quickly. As a matter of fact, she’d adjusted to the whole lifestyle, although I realized it was only a partial adjustment. She was willing to let me fool around, even on my own, but she hadn’t made the leap to sex with other men.
Baby steps, I reminded myself. It took her months before she was ready to have sex with me. And that was only ’cause we were talking about getting married.
In other words, the little head said, once she realized you were in it for the long run.