Mark eased the SUV into the parking spot near the clubhouse. He let out a low breath. The closer they’d gotten to camp, the more his clothes had started to itch. But after far too long on the road, they’d finally arrived. He’d be nude soon, which would make all the difference in the world.
In the passenger seat, Leah closed her notebook and smiled at him. His heart skipped. Somehow she was more beautiful in her thirties than she’d ever been before. He tried to capture the image of her smile in his memory, but before he could, she’d turned to climb out of the car.
He popped the trunk and undid his own seatbelt. When he opened the door, the sticky South Carolina heat blasted him. It felt worse than Atlanta, though he was sure it wasn’t. He glanced into the back seat to see that McKenna was just waking up.
The toddler blinked her eyes several times and then, in a way all too reminiscent of her mother, craned her neck to look around. She had the same dark straight hair and eyes. Only her lighter skin color hinted that she was Mark’s daughter. That, and her more quiet personality. Mac could silently watch the adults for an hour without having to fuss.
After such a horrible pregnancy, they’d been blessed with such a wonderful child, even as a toddler. Even remembering a temper tantrum or two, he couldn’t help smiling.
Leah opened the back car door and began unbuckling McKenna. The little girl smiled at her mom and held up her arms after Leah slid them from the straps. After McKenna had been picked up, she reached back toward the car, silently asking for her stuffed bear.
Mark chuckled and grabbed it. She smiled when he handed it to her, but then leaned her head against her mother’s shoulder.
“Which bungalow is ours?” Leah asked. They walked around the clubhouse from the parking area toward the pool.
“Number five.” Mark brightened and gestured toward the pool. “Look. Your sister beat us.”
Kara’s twins, Jana and Kyra, were throwing a large beach ball back and forth in the shallow end of the pool. The two ten-year-olds laughed and shouted loudly. The sun glistened off their dark, wet skin.
Kara herself waved from one of the lounge chairs nearby. She stood up and walked toward them. She’s trimmed her pubes more than usual, Mark noted. She hadn’t shaved completely, but the triangle of remaining hair served as an arrow pointing down.
He couldn’t help grinning. She generally went au naturel. When she wasn’t, it was a flashing sign that she was ready to play.
“You made it! Need any help?” Kara said. “Victor’s on a grocery run.”
“We’re fine. Where’s everyone else?” Mark asked.
“Mom and Dad are up at the main camp.” Kara waved in its general direction. “Otherwise you’re the first.”
“Paul said they’d be here closer to dinnertime,” Leah added. McKenna squirmed in her arms, her signal that she wanted down.
“Hold on a sec,” Leah sighed. “We need to get your sunscreen on.”
“You’ll need plenty of that,” Kara said. “It’s gonna be hot.”
McKenna danced her stuffed bear on the edge of Mark’s lounge chair while he slathered yet another layer of sunscreen on her back. When he moved to her shoulders, she turned and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Bear? Bear, too?”
Mark chuckled. “Bear doesn’t need sunscreen. He has fur.”
She held the stuffed animal at arms length and frowned. Then she looked down at her own nude body. She pointed at her chest.
“No fur,” she said.
“No, no fur. Now, lemme do your front.”
McKenna dutifully squirmed around. She did a great job of sitting still, but they both turned at the sound of flip flops on the pool deck. Leah smiled as she approached.
Mark’s heart skipped a familiar beat. She’d taken the time to freshen up after the drive and looked radiant. She’d pulled her hair back and loosely tied it. Her face was clean of sweat and the rest of her…?
His eyes dropped to her breasts and then to her shaved pussy. She still took his breath away.
“I wanna go say hi to Mom and Dad.”
“You want us to join you?” Mark asked. “Or is this 'special time?’”
“Mom’ll want to see Mac, so we should all go. After that…” She shrugged.
Mark nodded. They’d play it by ear. Then to McKenna. “Let’s finish up, and then we can go see Grammy!”
“Grammy!” McKenna shot her arms into the air like she was celebrating a touchdown.
The grass by the little lake felt forlorn with so few people. It reminded Mark of the shores near Seattle. A few spread-out diehards lay on towels or beach chairs. Most endured the beating of the hot sun, but two new blue beach umbrellas sat on the left end of the shore. Mark didn’t recognize the older couples under them.
It was also surprisingly quiet. Because, Mark realized, there weren't any other kids. Just McKenna, who just looked around as he carried her toward the elder Coulters.
Elizabeth sat reading on one of the lounge chairs. She wore a large, broad-brimmed hat, which was unusual for her. She set her book aside when she saw Mark, Leah, and McKenna, and sat up. Her movement drew Chris’s attention from his chair on the far side and he also sat up and looked over. His eyes lit up.
Mark suppressed a grin. As grandparents, Chris and Elizabeth were beyond doting, which warmed Mark’s heart every time he saw them with his daughter.
McKenna squirmed in his grasp. She extended her arms toward her Grammy and leaned forward, as if she could somehow pull Mark along faster. When they were finally close enough, Elizabeth accepted the toddler with a handful of kisses and exclamations.
“You’ve gotten settled?” Chris asked Mark while Leah set the diaper bag down.
“Yeah. Easy drive.”
Chris nodded. Then his eyes flicked down Leah’s body. She caught him and smirked.
“Kara and Victor’ll be up when he gets back from the store,” Mark said. “Mac’s water wings are in the diaper bag if you wanna go in the lake.”
“That sounds like just the thing,” Elizabeth replied. Then to McKenna, “Swim? Does my little angel want to go for a swim?”
The toddler bobbed her head up and down and wiggled to be set down. As Elizabeth lowered her to the ground, Mark knelt by the diaper bag to get the floats out.
“Oh, I have something for you in our cabin.” Chris said to Leah.
“That I didn’t see last month?” she teased.
“Nope. Pretty much the same thing. Only bigger.”
Leah rolled her eyes and looked at Mark.
“Go on,” he waved. “Have fun. We’ve got things covered here.”
“You ready?” he asked Elizabeth once he had gotten the water wings securely on McKenna’s arms.
“Of course,” She knelt and grinned at Mac. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”
Mark slowed his pace as they walked down the path back to the Retreat. Leah and Kara, on either side, did the same, Victor and the twins pulled ahead of them until they were out of earshot. Still, he pitched his voice low. It wouldn’t do any good to have to explain things to Kyra and Jana. They were just a bit too observant. Besides, he didn’t want to wake McKenna, who slumbered with her head nestled into his shoulder.
“You weren’t gone long,” Mark said to Leah.
“We still had fun.” She shrugged. “Dad’d rather be at the retreat, but he’ll never say so to Mom. Traditions, I guess."
“Why? It’s not like we never go down to the main camp.” Kara said.
“You gonna see Dad?” Leah asked her.
“Maybe. Probably. We’re gonna be here long enough.”
“I’m surprised you and Victor were both able to get a full week off,” Mark said.
“Oh, it wasn’t a problem. It’s not that he can’t take a full week off—he just needs to be persuaded.”
Mark laughed. “And how did you persuade him this time?”
“I didn’t. Sydney did. He is gonna be so sore by Saturday…”
Mark barked a laugh. McKenna began to stir and raise her head. She gave him a sleepy smile and then sagged back down.
He smiled. At least one of them was going to get some rest this week.
Childish shrieks filled the air as they approached The Retreat. Mark listened and realized they were happy noises. He grinned. From the sound of it, the Hugheses has arrived. Or at least the girls.
Sure enough, all three of Christy’s daughters played in the pool, along with their mother. They tossed a beach ball back and forth and splashed around. Mark realized that Wren and her daughter Missy had also joined in the fun. Kara’s twins picked up McKenna and raced to join the other girls.
Mark smiled. McKenna wouldn’t lack for playmates this week.
Paul Hughes strode toward them. He looked worn, with a tired smile. Far more tired than he’d been the last time they’d seen him, months ago. He wore sunglasses, so Mark couldn’t see his eyes, but he seemed to be looking at Leah.
Mark’s heart skipped. Somehow the bond between Paul and Leah hadn’t dimmed with the distance or years. Mark felt a hint of jealousy sprung up, but immediately quashed it. Leah had chosen him, after all. Besides, he liked watching them screw.
They made small talk about the trip down. Paul put on a brave face that didn’t really hide how worn he was. Then they talked about when everyone else would arrive, which was tomorrow for most people. Leah’d been keeping track and didn’t expect anyone else that evening.
Mark’s eyes drifted over to Christy who still played in the pool. She’d pulled her wet hair back and her smile matched the sun. After a moment, she eased herself up onto the side of the pool, which drew his eyes to her bare breasts.
Leah brushed his outer thigh with her fingertips, bringing him back to the conversation.
“Well, Mark said, “I’m ready for a drink.”
“And to get your dick sucked?” Leah teased. Her eyes flicked toward Christy.
He feigned surprise. “How’d you know?”
“How indeed? But Paul’s had a long day and I think he needs it more than you.”
“You can say that again,” Paul muttered.
“You know, it’s a wonder she even married me,” Mark joked.
“I had to!” Leah laughed. “I was pregnant, remember?”
He did. He remembered it well, both the good and bad. Still humor was the right response.
He gave the old straight line. “Do we know who the father is?”
“No clue.” Leah made a show of studying her fingernails. “I was sleeping with so many men then…”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I could use a drink too. And I’ll be happy to suck your dick,” she added while looking at Mark. “After the girls go to bed.”
He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Okay, let’s do this!”
Mark smiled at his sleeping daughter. She looked like an angel, cuddled up under the sheet and clutching her stuffed bear. Her mom had pulled her dark hair back under a barrette, but some had come loose and now spread across the pillow. It gave her the same beatific look he’d admired so often with Leah. He let out a happy sigh as he counted his blessings.
He stepped out onto the porch to find only Kara sitting in a chair by the window. She took a sip of wine and then smiled at him.
“That took a while,” she said quietly.
“I had to read her three books. I thought she’d be tired from all of today’s excitement…” He sank onto the couch and chuckled. “Kids.”
“Yeah,” Kara quietly laughed, “ours would stay up all night talking until we got them separate bedrooms. Sometimes one will still sneak across the hall to the other’s.”
“I believe it.” He snorted with amusement.
They shared a smile as Mark leaned back.
“So… Victor…?”
“Group bungalow. And if you’re looking for your wife, she’s with Paul in the couple’s bungalow.”
“Ah. And Christy?”
“She went to bed. Paul said she wasn’t feeling well.”
Mark’s jaw tightened. His gut followed and he grimaced.
“I’m sure she’s just tired,” Kara added.
“I’m sure that’s it. She looked fine earlier. Yeah. That’s it. She’s just tired.”
“Yeah, but we both know…”
“She’ll be fine.” Kara put a reassuring hand on his knee. “She’s got a lot of people looking out for her.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I’m being ridiculous. She was fine when we talked on the phone last week. And anybody would be tired after that drive.”
Kara chuckled in sympathy.
“Besides,” he said, “you didn’t stick around here to listen to me worry.”
“No,” she said. “You ready?”
He nodded.
“Group or couples?”
“How about the bedroom? I’d rather not leave Mac by herself.”
“Sounds good.” Kara finished her wine while Mark stood. Then she extended a hand and let him pull her to her feet.
Mark let out a long sigh as Kara swallowed the last of his semen. Warm and tingly, he almost wanted to sleep. But those thoughts vanished as she let his cock slip from her lips.
“What?”
She smirked. “You’re already getting hard again.” She gave his dick a tug and it stiffened even more.
“Well, what should we do about that?”
“Hmm…”
She gave his cock a couple more strokes and then rose to her knees. She swung her leg across him. He held his cock out as she spread her labia and then sank back down with him inside.
“Ooh, this is nice.”
“Mmm hmm.” He held her hips as she began to grind against him. Once she’d established a rhythm that made her moan, he reached up to play with her breasts.
She leaned forward to allow him better access and then sped up. He thrust in time with her, and her pussy tightened around his shaft. He lightly pinched her nipples and she groaned. Then she sped up.
After several minutes, Kara’s breathing shallowed. She nodded her head a couple of times and then she went stiff. Mark’s cock was flooded with moisture as she came. After she'd finished shaking, she collapsed forward on his chest. She breathed hard until she’d recovered.
“Oh, God, that was nice,” She eased herself up and grinned at him. “We should do this more often.”
“You mean once a year isn't enough?” he teased.
She shook her head. “Can you come again? Never mind, of course you can. Where do you want to come?”
“Where do you want me to come?”
“Mouth.” She dismounted and spun around into a sixty-nine.
As she gently sucked him, he played with her pussy. She was hot and slick and smelled heavenly. He began to lightly lick, and then pulled her thighs apart so he could go deeper. She moaned when he focused on her clit. He idly wondered if he could make her come before his next orgasm.
It turned out he could.
Mark drifted awake as Leah slid onto the bed next to him. In the low light, he couldn’t make out her features, but she eased her way over like she did when she was enjoying the afterglow of a really good night.
“Sorry,” she whispered, “I was trying not to wake you."
“No, that's okay.” He rolled to his back and sat up in bed. “How'd it go?”
“It was good to catch up.”
“I could tell.”
She snorted a soft laugh. “What about you? Did you and Kara have fun?”
“Of course. We should get together with them more often.”
Leah shrugged. “They're always so busy. We are, too.”
“We can make time.”
“We barely have time for our own friends.”
“That’s just an excuse.”
“True.” She leaned into his side and let him wrap his arm around her.
“We’ll make time for Paul and Christy.” He nuzzled her ear.
“Is that because you want to watch, or hear about it later?” she teased.
“Either?”
She chuckled.
“It’s Paul. I always love hearing about you and him.”
To that she openly laughed. He responded by kissing her behind her ear and then her cheek.
“It is late,” she said.
“So?” He turned her head and kissed her on the mouth. She sighed and then returned the kiss.
“Okay.” She gently pushed him onto his back. “But only one round."
“As long as you don’t leave out the good parts.”
Mark looked at the mess of strewn food on the table in front of McKenna and sighed. She could be so sweet and pleasant, but she was messy. Of course, she wasn’t the only one. Susie, in the next chair over, had spilled her milk and then the sippy cup lid had popped off, to Christy’s consternation.
“Sometimes I’m surprised she gets anything in her mouth,” Mark joked.
The toddler in question shoved a handful of cereal into her face. Some rained down her bib but apparently some of it made it where it was supposed to go.
“It’s not the mess I want on my face,” Christy deadpanned. Her attention was mostly on cleaning the spilled milk, so her tone was hard to read.
Mark raised an eyebrow, silently asking if the entendre had been intended.
Christy shook her head but smiled. Not here.
He blinked, but then McKenna spit out some food. He sighed and turned back to his daughter.
“So,” he casually said as he wiped off McKenna’s chin, “Anything you’re looking forward to?”
“Oh, the usual. You?”
“Well…” He paused to compose his words. “I know it isn’t S-E-X, but I was hoping to do some sketching with you. I’ve been practicing, but… it’d be nice to have some models besides Leah.”
“I’d like that.” Her smile was so sunny that he couldn’t help but grin himself.
“Well, first thing we have to do is get these little angels fed and cleaned up. Art will have to wait.”
Christy sighed. “It always does.”
Mark wiped down the counter and checked the rest of the kitchen one last time. It was clean enough. He didn’t want any complaints from Wren or the others. He gave the sink one last rinse before calling it a done.
He entered the dining area to find Christy waiting for him. He blinked. She’d washed and blowdried her hair, and she gave him a warm smile.
“Paul’s parents are watching the girls. Your in-laws came to pick up McKenna but she wanted to talk to you, first.”
“Ah.” He spotted a milk spill on the floor he’d missed and sighed. “Just a minute.”
Christy’s eyes followed his. “I’ll help.”
They headed back into the kitchen. Christy seemed more relaxed than she’d been earlier. Of course, she didn’t have any kids with her, which Mark supposed made a big difference.
“You’re looking good,” he remarked.
Christy blinked in surprise, but when she realized his compliment was genuine, she smiled.
“Happier,” he added.
“Mmm.” Her eyes flashed in agreement.
He grabbed a wash rag and wet it while Christy found a towel.
“So…,” he ventured. “Earlier. That comment about the mess on your face…”
She smirked.
“So, you’re ready to… play?”
Before she could answer, Leah walked in with McKenna on her hip. From her grin, she’d heard Mark’s question.
“Mom and Dad are gonna take Mac and Kara's girls down to the main camp,” Leah said. “But she wanted to say goodbye.”
“You gonna have so much fun playing with Grammy and Grandpa!” Mark gave Mac a kiss on the head.
“Play with Daddy?”
“No, sweetie.” He made a fake sad face. “Mac play with Grammy. Daddy stay here.” His eyes darted toward Christy.
“You play with Aunt Christy, Daddy?” McKenna asked.
“What a good idea.” He arched a questioning eyebrow and looked at Christy. Her eyes flashed with just enough hint of desire to make Mark’s pulse jump.
“Oh, you’re in for it now,” Leah teased.
“Her or me?” Mark asked.
“You. All that pent up energy.”
Christy rolled her eyes but didn't deny it.
“Daddy have fun too!” McKenna said.
“I will.” He somehow managed to keep a straight face. Unlike Leah and Christy who could barely hold off laughing.
“Let’s go, squirt,” Leah finally said to McKenna. After the little girl waved at Mark, Leah turned and carried her toward the door. Just before walking through, she paused and looked back at Mark and Christy.
“You heard her. Have fun.”
Christy just rolled her eyes.
Mark pulled back the bedcovers and plumped the pillows. Then he climbed up and stretched out on his back. Christy stood at the foot of the bed and watched with amusement.
“You did say your libido was back,” he teased. “And this is one of my favorite things.”
“It has been a while.” She smiled and climbed on the bed, but instead of immediately climbing on top of him to sixty-nine, just sat on the bed. Her eyes flicked to his still soft cock and then she reached for it.
“But you are ready.” He didn’t want it to sound like a question. Besides, she was stroking his dick, which kind of answered it.
She sucked in a pensive breath and then nodded.
“Good, good.” He put his hand gently on her thigh. She smiled at him and continued to stroke him. After a couple of strokes, he was stiff as iron.
“I could just take care of you,” she said.
“Nah. I wanna taste you, too.” He nudged her. “I miss that more than the blowjobs.”
Her eyebrow quirked up in amusement. She clearly didn’t believe him.
“Only one way to find out if I’m right.” He moistened his lips and grinned.
With a roll of her eyes she straddled him. As she lowered her pussy to his face, he pulled a pillow further under his neck. She nestled down against his chest, her nipples rubbing his skin, and then her hot breath on his cock.
He tugged gently on her hips until she slid back. When her pussy covered his face, he inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of her arousal. Then he began to lick.
He couldn’t help a small groan when she sucked the head of his cock. She almost nursed it, before stroking the bottom of his shaft with her hand and running her tongue around the crown. When her tongue stud brushed his dick, he shivered. He’d really missed this.
Which meant he needed to do his part. He pushed her labia apart with his tongue and licked up and down until he settled on her clit. He sucked lightly and then pushed lightly on the stud that pierced her clitoral hood. She shuddered and ground her pussy against him. He continued to lick and suck.
Slowly, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper and deeper. At the same time, her pussy juice coated his lips, face, nose, tongue, chin. She moved back and forth until she shuddered with one of her small orgasms.
He chuckled. Her libido really was back. She’d responded in all the familiar ways. Which meant, with a little work…
He focused on her clit and then chuckled when she started sucking a bit harder.
If became a friendly race. Christy seemed determined to make him come before he could make her come again. She sucked and bobbed her head and the pleasure grew and grew. At the same time, she squirmed and moaned more, and occasionally lost concentration.
She won.
He exploded with a gasp. She swallowed several times until he stopped pulsing. Fortunately, he recovered quickly, and grabbed her ass and pulled her down. A minute later, she gasped and shuddered and kicked out her legs in a big orgasm.
“Oh, my goodness,” she said. “Ooh.”
“Yeah, that was a big one.” He lightly kissed the inside of her thighs while she caught her breath. As she did, she continued to lightly hold his cock while resting the head against her cheek.
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