Chapter 13: Salt Lake’s High Spirits
I went outside to Kaitlyn, and we quickly synchronized our understanding of the situation.
“Where’s Jess?” I wondered.
“The last I saw of her she was off hiding in the den playing video games, the introvert,” answered Kaitlyn.
“That’s my people you’re talking about!” I proclaimed in a high-handed voice, acting offended.
“Sure, but you’ve got a job here at the party, else you’d probably be off hiding, too. Admit it!”
“Yeah, probably.” Then taking a steadying breath, I said, “Shall we go see what our hosts have in mind for us?”
“I’m a bit nervous, Davie.”
“Just remember, a net increase in happiness.” Then I bent to kiss her on her hair, took up her hand, and we walked in through the house and started up the stairs.
When we got to the second floor landing, a man in a tux was waiting there and motioned to us. “This way, sir, madam.”
And he walked down the balcony to the base of the stairway up to the third floor, then started up it as he saw us following.
The house narrowed as it went upward, and we could see that there were only a few rooms up here at the top of the house. Down at the end of the short hallway was a set of double doors opening onto a very large master bedroom. To the left was a lit bathroom, and to the right a darkened office, lit only by a computer screen showing a macOS login screen. Above the desk, dimly lit by the monitor glow, I saw a pair of doctorate diplomas, one for Norman Alexander, the other for a Martha McMann. I realized that must be the Mrs’ maiden name, Molly being a diminutive for Martha.
A small oasis for the masters of this amazing household!
The tux-clad man led us to the end of that hallway and stopped at the double doors leading into the master bedroom and gestured us smoothly inside, then closed the doors behind us when we’d entered.
Off to the side, we saw two people in a hot tub on an enclosed balcony overlooking the capacious back yard. Between the low lights in the bedroom and the city light pollution, we couldn’t see any stars, but we could see the moon shining brightly on the scene.
“Come, join us!” called the man.
As we approached the tub, we saw that they were naked, so we looked at each other, shrugged, and slipped off our mage robes, then stepped down into the tub to join them.
“I’m Norman,” said the man, holding his hand out towards us across the water. I shook it first and noticed that his eyes didn’t even dip down toward Kaitlyn’s breasts as she shook it in turn. I caught him looking at other times, but that was fine: I was looking at Mrs. Alexander’s breasts occasionally, too. They were mature and round. I inferred from their size and pendulous natural shape that there must be children somewhere, but apparently they’d all been packed up and sent somewhere else tonight.
We chatted socially for several minutes, learning about each other, when the double doors onto the hallway opened and the two tux-clad men I’d seen earlier in the evening each entered, carrying our folded massage tables by their handles and our kit bags in the other hand. They quietly set our things back up in the wide space between the doors and the foot of the bed as we continued chatting, never once looking over towards us, withdrawing as silently as they’d entered.
I made to get up, but Molly gave me a subtle signal to stay put. Shortly, the men returned carrying a small side table apiece, an assortment of things atop each table. As I watched them work over Molly’s shoulder, I saw that they were setting our working tools up for us, plugging in our electric oil heaters, pouring oil into the bowls to re-heat.
A few minutes after the doors closed once again, Norman asked, “Shall we?” and we all got up out of the tub and walked over to the tables, our clients laying down on one each, their heads turned towards each other, happy smiles on their faces.
Kaitlyn and I found that the bags contained a few things that the men hadn’t used in setting up, including our therapist’s outfits, but we wordlessly agreed not to put those back on, choosing to remain naked from the hot tub. We began working on our clients, facing each other across them, smiling first at each other, then at the other’s client, me on Molly, Kaitlyn on Norman.
When we’d worked around to the other side of each table, we found that they were close enough that we couldn’t quite work without rubbing buttocks, which we considered a pleasure, not a problem. We made a point of rubbing against each other more often than was strictly required to get the job done.
I noticed Molly getting rather juicy as I worked, and when we flipped our clients over, Norman was quite stiff, but we stayed away from their genitals, and I avoided Molly’s nipples, touching her breasts only after quietly asking first.
When we’d finished the therapeutic massage, both lay quietly for a good minute, eyes closed, then reached their hands out towards each other simultaneously as if reading each others’ minds, the act speaking of long experience in what was clearly a loving marriage, their fingertips barely entwining as they opened their eyes to look at each other.
Molly spoke first, quietly. “Norman and I are going to go over to that bed to bone each other cross-eyed. We’d like you to join us, but we’ll give you time to clear out if that’s not something you’re interested in.” Then she looked me straight in the eye and said, “Our deal’s still on either way.”
I looked to Kaitlyn, and she came into my arms by way of an answer, and we began kissing. The Alexanders slipped off their massage tables, walked over to the bed hand in hand, and began kissing on the bed in a passionate embrace. We walked over to the other side and resumed our own passionate ministrations there.
The bed was huge, some kind of oversized beyond-king monstrosity, so that there was more than enough room for two couples to enjoy each other without bothering the other.
I glanced over to see Norman between his wife’s legs, tonguing her gently, so I motioned Kaitlyn up to sit on my face, my hands caressing her smooth fresh-from-the-bath body, my tongue caressing her centermost point. The two women began a passionate duet, calling their joy from one side of the bed to the other, egging each other on towards their first climaxes of the night.
“Hy-yi-yi-yiaaiiih!” squeaked Molly.
“Mwwwaiiiigghhhh!” cried Kaitlyn, her thighs clamping around my ears.
I had scarcely any attention to divert to the side, Kaitlyn keeping me plenty busy, but I did get several glances of Molly’s large breasts wobbling as her husband worked her with the casual expertise of long practice.
Kaitlyn was first to move, sliding down my body to find my cock, sitting smoothly down on it, looking not at me but at Molly in a challenging way, causing her to say to Norman, “C’mon, up and at em, stud!” He crawled up her body, kissed her passionately, then slid into her in a classic missionary position.
Molly and I both enjoyed the sight of Kaitlyn’s 34Cs bouncing as I thrust up into her, my control held tight to draw this out as long as we wished. When Kaitlyn came down onto me at one point to give me a long slow kiss as I continued thrusting slowly into her, I whispered into her ear, “Give ’em a show?”
“Yeah,” she replied, and with that, we’d agreed we’d be finishing after the Alexanders, giving them a show much like we’d done for Miguel and Carmen back at the farm.
We moved from position to position, each couple showing themselves off to the other, each trying to outdo the other. Molly and Norman had years on their side, giving them the benefits of experience and the cooling of passion, but the disadvantage of limited orgasms. Kaitlyn and I had the stamina of youth, well-trained bodies, and finely-honed minds on our side. We’d outlast them, I knew.
“Aiiighhh!” Norman cried eventually, clearly exhausted. I saw him partially collapse over Molly, back in a missionary position, then roll off to her side, pulling her up into a spoon position to continue watching us.
Kaitlyn and I now knew we were on full display, so we began a slow race for our own finish line, making it as sensual and sexy as possible, going more for visual appeal than our own pleasure, taking a different kind of pleasure in that of the Alexanders.
I had Kaitlyn in a kind of upright doggy position, her legs spread in a low kneeling position, I even lower, thrusting up into her as she kissed me over her shoulder, her breasts wobbling with my thrusts, when I finally let go. “Aaaarrrrhgggghghh!” I think I must have lifted her an inch off the bed with that final thrust, sealing my glans to her cervix, our pulses in time with each other in a practiced simultaneous orgasm.
I pulled Kaitlyn down into little spoon position from there, maintaining my erection and contact within her, Kaitlyn keeping one knee slightly up so our continued contact was on display to the Alexanders.
“You two are definitely invited again for next year’s party!” said Norman with a broad smile.
The four of us then walked back into the hot tub to wash off the evidence of our exertions, then to unwind and soak up the bubbling heat, arms around our respective spouses.
My eyes were closed in blissful relaxation when Molly spoke up. “We have to get re-dressed and rejoin the party, but you two are free to enjoy yourselves as you will. Your formal duties here tonight are discharged. You’ve been wonderful!”
I opened my eyes and gave her a seated Indian bow, and Kaitlyn thanked our hosts. Kaitlyn then began to get up, sensing that it would be awkward to remain here in their bedroom after they’d left, though I suppose they might have let us if we’d decided to be boorish about it.
“You can just dress and return to the party, if you like,” Molly offered. “I’ll have the help pack your things and carry it down to the foyer for you to pick up later when you want to leave. We have rather more clothing to put on than you two, but we’ll be in the dressing room, so you don’t need to cool your heels waiting on us. Our staff knows not to intrude on us there.”
That sounded like a good plan to me, so as soon as the Alexanders were behind cover and we’d slipped our mage robes on, we opened the bedroom doors and walked downstairs, passing the two tux-clad men walking up. We passed the word about our things and rejoined the party.
We found Jess in the party’s main room, sitting alone in a chair near the nosh tables. “So, anything interesting happen while I was occupied?” she asked.
Kaitlyn just smiled and said, “Yeah we, um, socialized for a while with your friends the Alexanders. They invited us back again next year.”
“Think you’ll make it back up here then?” Jess queried.
“Tempting. Very, very tempting,” I said while Kaitlyn nodded.