More Airbnb Antics - Sex Stories

More Airbnb Antics

So, as it came to be, I was sitting in our kitchen in my robe, sipping Irish coffee and watching my beautiful naked wife prepare breakfast, She was wearing a sexy apron, however, popping bacon grease can be harmful. Her beautiful ass was on display at all times, however, which made everything alright.

She paused from flipping the French Toast, looked over her shoulder, and asked, “When are you going to tell me your plan?”

I winked at her and said, “I want to linger in this special moment as long as possible, how about after breakfast?”

She stuck out her tongue, eyed me for a moment, then reluctantly said, “Okay.”

The breakfast was wonderful, which describes just about everything about Rhonda, and before long, we were back outside, this time naked in the hot tub, We were becoming bolder each day, we would never have considered being naked outside during the day before.

We had slowed from the Jameson to a glass of wine each and were letting the warm bubbles from the hot tub massage our sore bodies when I said, “We have to take this in stages and we only have two weeks to do it. First, we have to make sure James is good with it..”

Rhonda interrupted as she slid over, kissed me and said, “Do you really think he would turn down the chance to impress yet another woman with that massive dick of his?”

I laughed and kissed her back and said, “Point well taken but there is a potential risk here, she does have a husband who’s not as progressive and understanding as ...

... me, I’m sure. He’s a douchebag and most likely not dangerous but we should still bring it up.”

She nodded thoughtfully and said, “Yes, I guess you’re right. He has such a little dick, his balls are probably tiny too.” She burst into laughter at this last remark and I joined her.

We were thinking and sipping wine when our back door opened and James was standing there in his robe. “How about I join you two?”

“Absolutely, but drop the robe before you walk over here, the new rule is we are naked out here during the day,” I said, raising my wine glass.

Rhonda kicked me under the water as he dropped the robe and left it hanging over one of the chairs. We both watched as he walked with his massive tool swung back and forth in front of him as he approached us. It flopped up and down as he stepped over and joined us in the tub.

“So, we’re back to where it all started,” he said with a smile.

I raised my wine glass and said, in my finest Irish brogue, “And what a fine journey it’s been, laddie.” He and Rhonda both laughed and I suddenly realized he didn’t have a glass.

“What fine hosts we are, would you like a glass of wine?

Rhonda stood up and said, “We need more wine. Why don’t you talk to James about our idea? I’ll get the wine and bring a glass back. Do we need any weed?”

We both nodded and watched as she stepped out and admired her ass as she brazenly began the walk to the house, glancing back over her shoulder and smiling at her admirers.

James looked ...