Sacramento is miserably hot in the summer. George had no idea how miserable it would be when he started working there last fall. But as summer rolled around he started complaining to his coworkers about the heat.
"Patty and I hate this heat," he said one day in the company cafeteria. "If we'd known it was going to be like this I don't think we would have transferred here."
Several people laughed and assured him he'd get used to it. But Al had a suggestion for him.
"Why don't you take a week off up in the high Sierras? It's beautiful up there in the summer, and the temps are just pleasant."
"You mean like rent a hotel room at Tahoe?" George asked. "There's two problems with that. Patty and I don't like being cooped up in a single room for a week, and besides I couldn't afford it right now."
"Ah, but I've got the perfect answer to both those problems," Al assured him. "My wife and I are 1/3 owners of a ski cabin near Mammoth. In the winter we rent it for a wad of money any time none of us are up there. But in the summer it mostly sits empty when we aren't using it. We could rent it to you for a week for about what you'd spend at a Tahoe hotel in one night. And this is definitely no single room. It's got three bedrooms, each with a private bath, a huge living room, a fully stocked kitchen, even an indoor spa. Heck, you could go up there with some friends, split the rent between you, and you'd be living for next to nothing. The wife and I went in together with two other couples to buy the place. There've been several times that all six of us have been up there at the same time, and we don't feel a bit crowded."
Before the lunch was over, George and three other guys had tentatively signed up for a week apiece. That night George described it to Patty, and she was immediately enthusiastic.
"I'd love to get out of this sweat box for a week. We could take the kids and make a family vacation out of it."
"True," agreed George, "or we could leave the kids with your sister so you could have a real vacation."
"Umm, that would be nice. Mary and I were telling each other just yesterday how much we wished we could have a vacation away from the kids."
"Hey," George tossed in, "we could even take Bob and Mary along with us. Al was saying the place was huge, that it had plenty of room for three couples. And if we shared the cost it would be even cheaper."
"Three couples? Is there really room for that many people?" Patty asked. "If so, I'll bet Tom and Helen would be interested, too. At least I know Helen would. She was saying the other day that she feels like she hardly knows Tom any more, with the kids always underfoot."
"OK, let's invite Tom and Helen as well as Bob and Mary. We've all done things together before, and we've never had any problems getting along with each other."
Patty's sister was quite willing to take the kids for a week on the understanding that she'd get her chance later. Bob and Mary loved the idea, and had no problem at all, since the kids' Gramma and Grampa lived only a few miles away. Tom and Helen really, really wanted to go, too, but were having a heck of a time getting rid of their two preschoolers. Finally, with some arm twisting, they talked Tom's sister into taking them.
Finally the day arrived, and as the radio was predicting four more days of 105+ degree temperatures, the three couples went three different ways to drop off their kids, then met to caravan their three cars into the mountains. Three wives were snuggled against their husbands, dreaming of the perfect vacation they hoped was starting. Three husbands were negotiating the curves of the mountain highway and dreaming, well to be frank, they were dreaming of endless sex with their wives. There'd be tonight, then Monday night, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Six nights in a romantic place with no kids around! It would be a second honeymoon.
They had gotten started later than they really wanted to, what with getting their respective kids settled, and by the time they arrived at the "cabin" it was almost dark. Man! It was big, and beautiful. Everything Al had told George it would be. It had a steeply sloped roof that formed a cathedral ceiling for the huge living room, which must have been nearly twenty feet by fifty feet with a massive fireplace, and took up one entire side of the building. The other side was two stories, with a large dining area, kitchen, bath room, laundry, and spa downstairs, and the three bedroom suites upstairs. The bedrooms opened onto a sort of balcony running down the middle of the building. It had a railing from which you could look down into the living room, and an open staircase down to the main floor.
No one felt like cooking after the hectic morning and long drive, so they threw together some sandwiches, played two games of Hearts, and decided to call it a night. The gals drew cards to see who would get which bedroom, then the guys lugged their stuff from the cars upstairs to the rooms they drew and they all said good night.
George and Patty hit the shower together, and started playing around as they soaped each other up. By the time they had dried each other off they were both very horny, and headed straight for the bed, stark naked. It wasn't the greatest sex they had ever had, but it wasn't bad for a couple that had been married eight years.
All three couples woke up in the morning much more interested in each other than in breakfast. Nothing truly spectacular happened in any of the bedrooms, but even so it was enough that more showers were definitely in order. So it was after ten by the time three clean and glowing gals got together to cook bacon and eggs. Whispered confidences soon let them all know they weren't alone in their happiness. Yet somewhere down inside they each knew that it could have been better. Maybe tonight when they weren't so tired...
By the time they finished eating at about 11:30 they decided to call it brunch, and they all wandered off as couples to explore the forested area around the cabin. It was a thick pine forest, with lots of duff on the ground. The silence was broken only by their own footsteps, mixed with the chirping of birds and the rustle of the trees in the breeze. What a difference from the noise of the city! And the smell was heavenly. Each couple did a bit of smooching, but there really wasn't enough privacy for anything very intimate.
By 3 PM everyone had wandered back to the cabin, and all six of them were sitting around the living room. After they had chatted together for a while, Bob suggested they try out the spa. They headed to their rooms for swim suits, and before long they were all enjoying the warm water and bubbling jets.
Actually, George discovered he was enjoying something else, too. All three gals were wearing bikinis, and they were all quite attractive. Helen had the largest breasts, big enough that her bikini top was not able to completely cover the subject matter. She was sitting by her husband, but George kept casting sidelong glances at her two luscious globes. Mary had a wasp-like waist, and a very low-cut bikini that stopped fully three inches below her navel. Her husband was obviously enjoying it from his position beside her, but George was getting an eyeful too.
Not surprisingly, the other two guys were also enjoying the scenery. All in all, it wasn't long before three guys were worrying about how they were going to hide three large bulges in their crotches. George finally solved the problem by announcing he was ready for a nap, and ordering Patty to get him a towel. When she returned with it, he twisted quickly, climbed out and wrapped himself in the towel before anyone except his wife actually saw what his problem was. Bob and Tom then followed roughly the same plan, and everyone retired to their bedrooms.
All three gals found their husbands' rather public hard-ons a real turn-on, and all three were amazed at their guys' stamina. The sex that afternoon was without question the best of the week so far in all three bedrooms. None of the gals suspected the real reason for the new passion directed to them, which was the mental pictures each guy had of two sexy women, neither of them his wife.
Hunger eventually brought the couples back down to the kitchen, and due to the lack of lunch, and the heavy exercise by all, everyone was ready for a big steak dinner. After dinner they broke out a six-pack of long necks, and settled back around the table for some more conversation.
When Tom got to the bottom of his bottle he laid it on its side on the table, and started idly spinning it. Suddenly he sat up.
"Hey, that reminds me of something. When we were kids we used to play a game called 'spin the bottle'. But I've forgotten how it went."
A bit of probing of collective memories disclosed that it involved spinning the bottle and then kissing whoever it pointed at.
"Even if I spin it, and it points at another guy?" Bob asked in mock horror.
Everyone laughed, and they decided that no, the kiss was only if it pointed at someone of the opposite sex from whoever spun it. But they decided that probably whoever it pointed at would spin next, whether kissed or not.
"Let's try it, and see if those rules make any sense," George proposed.
"George, shame on you!" Patty responded.
"It's just a silly kids' game," he said. "It's not like we're talking about having an affair or anything."
After some questioning looks between spouses, they all shrugged and said, "why not?"
Since Tom's bottle had started it all, he spun first, and it pointed at his wife Helen, so he kissed her. Her spin pointed back at him and, despite cries of cheating, she kissed him back.
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