My wife Rebecca and I had been planning this trip for months. A getaway in the Blue Mountains, tucked among ancient eucalyptus trees, where the air was crisp and clean, and the only noises came from the wind and the occasional call of a cockatoo.

It was Rebecca’s idea to invite Tash. “She’s had a rough time,” she’d said, voice soft over coffee one morning. “The divorce knocked her flat. I think she needs this.”

You’d only met Tash briefly, once, years ago in London. She was quick witted and a little wild in a way that was fun to watch. You remembered her laugh, husky, a little smoky and the way Rebecca lit up around her.

Tash arrived a day later, trailing a suitcase and a cloud of perfume. Her smile was confident but there was something in her eyes, tired or sad maybe. I offered her a glass of wine. She took it and started drinking.

The spa resort had its own private lodge with a large cedar hot tub out on the deck, overlooking the valley. Steam curled from it in the late afternoon light, and the scent of woodsmoke and eucalyptus hung in the air.

We had all had a slow, lazy day, massages in the morning, a long lunch, and a walk through the bush trail. The three of us had started to settle into something easy, something familiar.

That evening, the spa beckoned.

Rebecca padded out in a black one piece swimsuit, her dark brown curly hair pinned messily atop her head. I followed, wearing nothing but my budgie smugglers. Tash arrived last wrapped in a plush robe, barefoot, with a glass of shiraz in hand. As she unravelled her robe and it dropped to the floor I could see Tash had a lovely body, a bit thicker than Rebecca’s and quite large breasts under her yellow one piece swimsuit.

“Well,” she said, raising her brow at the hot tub. “This is decadent.” I grinned. “It’s what holidays are for.”

The heat of the water hit me first, the moment I slid into the bubbling water. Muscles relaxed instantly. Rebecca groaned softly as she settled in beside you, and Tash slipped in on your other side, brushing close as she found her place.

The wine flowed easily. Conversation dipped and curved, old stories, inside jokes between Rebecca and Tash, moments of flirtation that felt almost accidental. Rebecca asked me to grab another bottle of wine. I was a bit self confident as the water and bubbles were hiding my half full boner flag. I got out and returned with the wine. As I was about to hop back in it was impossible to hide my excitement and Rebecca thought she would have some fun for herself and her old friend. She said, before you get in honey can you get some snacks for us all to share. I nodded and returned to the kitchen and fixed a plate. On my return I couldn’t but notice both ladies whispering, giggling and looking at my crotch.

As I sit back in between the two I became acutely aware of my wife’s hand on my thigh under the water, casual but deliberate. Then Tash’s bare knee brushing yours as she turned to tell Rebecca a story about her ex. The night air was cool on my face, but the spa was stiflingly warm.

“You know,” Tash said at one point, swirling the last of her wine, “I forgot how good it feels to be touched. Even if it’s just a massage.”

Rebecca looked at her. “You deserve to feel good, Tash. You’ve been through hell.”

Tash smirked. “Maybe I need to go through something different for once. Something fun.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable — it was charged.

Your eyes met Rebecca’s. Her expression wasn’t one of surprise. It was measured. Playful. Like she knew exactly what was in the air and was letting it bloom.

“I think fun is long overdue,” Rebecca said softly.

Tash turned to me, her face half-lit by the spa lights, hair damp around her shoulders. “What do you think, mister Australia?” she asked. “Can you handle two women in one hot tub?”

You raised a brow. “I’ve survived worse.” I looked over at Rebecca and she pulled me in to kiss me deeply and passionately. At the same time her hand started running up and down my thigh under the water, but it was Tash’s hand that went for my now fully hard member inside my budgie smugglers.

The laughter was electric — low, knowing. There was a tension now, undeniable, but it wasn’t dangerous. It felt...invited.

Tash was still rubbing my crotch as Rebecca kissed me. Rebecca’s hand moved under the water again — this time resting over Tash’s arm and on my inner thigh, slowly moving down. I stopped kissing my wife and looked deep into her eyes, and she smiled as if this had been part of the plan all along.

“I missed this side of you,” Tash murmured to Rebecca. “The wild one.”

“She never left,” Rebecca replied, eyes on me. “We just got busy being adults.”

“Well,” Tash said, voice dropping, “I vote we forget adulthood for a while.” Rebecca agreed, stood up and slowly removed her swimsuit, throwing it to the ground and making sure Tash and I were watching. I looked at her B cup boobs and her hard nipples telling me she was enjoying the early evening. I couldn’t help but notice her pubes were neatly trimmed and shaved into a thin strip. This surprised me as she has had a full bush for about a decade until today. She then said, your turn now Tash if you can get your hand off my husband’s boner, then Rebecca smiled at me and quickly kissed my lips before sitting next to me again.

Tash got up and slowly lowered her swimsuit to her midriff. Her breasts were a lot bigger than Rebecca’s and I was caught jaw open gasping at them by them both. Both ladies breasts were sagging a bit but still looked amazing, we are all around 50 now. Tash laughed and grabbed one of my hands putting it on her breast, I gave it a squeeze and giggled as I turned to look at my wife for her approval. Rebecca laughed and said I looked like a little school boy, then told me to use both hands, so I grabbed her other breast and she fell toward me and kissed me passionately as I got two good hands filled. Rebecca broke the kiss I was having with her friend by saying, now it’s your turn darling, stand up and take those swimmers off. I kissed Rebecca passionately and rubbed her pubis saying I love her new hair style. Rebecca said she was glad but it is now my turn to disrobe.

I stood up and stepped back so both ladies could see me, I undid the cord on my swimmers when Rebecca said, how about we let our friend slide them off you darling. I smiled at her and took a step closer to Tash with by bulging budgies inches from her face. Tash smiled and put a finger inside each side of my hips and pulled them down causing my rock hard penis spring out and tap her nose. We all laughed as I paused before sitting back between the two. I then said, hey Tash, don’t you still have half your swimmers on. She smiled and stood up. I looked at my wife and she said, Tash removed yours, its only fair you do the same for her. I smiled and turned to Tash as I slowly pulled down her swimmers exposing a nice small triangle of pubes trimmed well and light brown like her hair.

The spa bubbled around me, mist curling in the cool night. The forest was silent except for the occasional rustle of wind and the three of us laughing.

And in that private, secluded world — with the stars above and the heat between us, the three of us leaned into something unspoken. Something bold.

Rebecca leaned across you, her lips brushing Tash’s cheek, then her mouth. A slow kiss. Tender, then not.

You froze for a moment, not out of discomfort, but because it was mesmerizing. Tash let out a soft sound, surprised but hungry. When they pulled apart, Rebecca looked at me, teasing. I had no idea Rebecca had such desires. “Your turn, love,” she said.

The moment stretched thick with steam and suggestion. I decided to be courageous and moved closer to Tash, the warmth of her breath brushing your lips before she kissed me. Her lips were soft, sure. There was a thrill in it, not just physical, but emotional. Shared trust. Shared desire. It wasn’t just about lust. It was about intimacy. About permission. The hot tub seemed smaller now, like it held a secret.

Tash broke our kiss so I turned to my beautiful wife who I couldn’t love any more than at this moment. I said, “I love you”, then kissed my wife passionately and deeply as I caressed one of her breasts. For the next 20 minutes or so we all shared kisses and gropes from under the water.

Later, the three of you climbed out and wrapped yourselves in towels, laughing softly at the warm summer air. Inside, Tash sat cross-legged on the couch, her skin flushed and glowing. Rebecca poured more wine.

“You alright?” you asked Tash, joining her. She gave a slow smile. “More than alright, I feel alive and noticed for the first time in years.”

Rebecca curled into my other side, all still completely naked. “This weekend just got a lot more interesting.” And it did.

That night wasn’t rushed to start with. There was no sprint to the finish. It was all about exploration, touches that lingered, whispers that made your skin hum, my wife’s hands in places of Tash’s I didn’t expect. Trust, again, was the real fuel.

Tash let herself be seen, stripped not just of clothes but of worry. She smiled more than she had in years, she said. Rebecca seemed freer than I have ever seen her, too turned on by the presence of two people who saw her, desired her, and trusted her enough to share something so intimate. I was in heaven but didn’t want to push things too far myself, even though I strongly desired to simply fuck the heck out of both ladies.

Rebecca then said something that shocked both myself and Tash. She kissed me, got up and said, “I’m going to get some shots for us to do, when I return Tash I want to see you on your knees sucking my lovely husbands cock, and Dave, you better not cum down her throat.” She then smiled and went to the kitchen. Tash and I laughed then I took the lead and said, “well I always do as she tells me.” I then kissed her lips and put my hands on her shoulders to direct her to the floor.

I laid back with my eyes closed and was in heaven as I felt her warm lips sliding up and down my rigid penis. I didn’t even know Rebecca had been standing there for a minute or two watching my ecstasy. I flinched as I opened my eyes and saw her watching with a tray and three glasses with a bottle of schnapps. This flinch made Tash look up and stop giving me exquisite head. She got up off the floor and joined Rebecca with a kiss, then they poured three shots. Rebecca and Tash cheered and drank their shots, then Rebecca brought mine over and got on her knees in front of me before handing it to me. As I drank my shot Rebecca started sucking my dick like she hadn’t in years, and to make it even more erotic Tash bent over and started kissing me again passionately. I dropped my glass and started playing with one of my wife’s B cups and her friends D cup in the other hand. I was truly in heaven.

Tash stopped kissing me and went to pour 3 more shots. She looked at my darling wife on her knees sucking my pole like an ice block in a heat wave. She said shots are ready if you can get your mouth off your husbands big hard dick. We all laughed and Rebecca stopped and raised her head.

My head was spinning and I was wondering if I would be fucking one or two ladies tonight as Tash passed me a shot she dipped her nipple in. I grabbed her and sucked her wet nipple then downed my shot. Then something even stranger happened.

Tash said to Rebecca, “why did we go to all the trouble of shaving and trimming for Dave but he has a full bush to get caught in my teeth.” Rebecca smiled at Tash and said, great idea, I’ll be back in a few minutes and we can rectify the issue.” When Rebecca returned I was having fun fingering her friend for the first time and kissing her boobs. Rebecca came in with a bucket of warm water, a wash cloth and a towel, nail scissors, shaving cream and a razor. She told me to lay on the floor and they were going to clean me up. I would have let them do anything to me at this stage so I laid down obligingly.

Rebecca took the towel and put it over my face and told me not to move it, I agreed. Next I could hear them giggle and they started pulling on my pubes and snipping away. Next I felt the shaving cream then the razor all over including my balls. I could feel they were taking everything off, and they did. In the end they used a hot wet wash cloth to clean me up and I could feel them both start kissing all over my groin together.

Then they stopped and it was quiet for a minute. Then I could feel one of them straddling me and grab my penis. They lined it up with their wet vagina and slid down on it in silence. She then started bouncing up and down on my pole for a couple of minutes. Then it stopped and she got off me and I could feel another straddle me . I went to feel the boobs as I had no idea which one it was but my hands were brought down and Rebecca said, “no cheating now darling.” The new lady was bouncing on my pole so eagerly, I think it was Tash but I couldn’t be sure. The girls swapped again and it became too much for me. I sat up to see my wife was riding me. I grabbed her and thew her on her back and began to fuck the shit out of her. After a few minutes I threw Tash onto her knees and started ramming into her from behind. My darling wife was watching me fuck her friend hard and I told her to get on her all fours next to Tash. I spent the next 10 minutes swapping which girl I was fucking doggy style and softly slapping their arses. I was fucking Tash when it all got too much and I said I was going to cum. Rebecca said, “cum deep inside Tash darling.” I leant over and started kissing my wife as I started to ejaculate into her friend. I emptied my entire load deep inside her and stayed inside until it started going soft. As I pulled out both girls collapsed onto the floor smiling. I collapsed on the floor on my back, then Tash got up and licked me clean.

To end the perfect evening my darling wife said to me, “now darling, tomorrow morning we pack and go home and Tash goes back to her hotel before she flies back to London the following day. We may never see her again and something like this will never happen again, so I want you to take her to the main bed for the night and I will sleep in the other room. I will see you both for breakfast, have fun darling and make sure she is still smiling and sore in the morning.” Then she got up and left us.

Tash looked at me and laughed then said, “well we might have planned this between us girls earlier but I had no idea Rebecca would give you to me for the entire night, and I’m not going to waste it. Let’s go.”

When we got to the bedroom Tash wasted no time getting my dick back to attention. For the next 45 minutes we fucked in every position we could think of until my second load was unloaded deep inside her vagina. We fell asleep in each others arms.

The Morning After the sun filtered in through open blinds. The cabin smelled like coffee and eucalyptus oil. I padded out into the kitchen to find Tash a pair of my underpants and nothing more, sipping from a mug. “Morning’,” she said, her voice rough with sleep. “I think I’m moving to Australia.” I grinned. “I’ll put in a good word with immigration.” I could not keep my eyes off those big exposed breasts.

Rebecca appeared a few minutes later wearing a t-shirt only, stretching like a cat. She kissed me, then Tash. No awkwardness. Just warmth. The rest of the morning was filled with slow, sensual moments, and a long lazy breakfast. Then at the end Rebecca cleared the table, lifted up her shirt to show she wasn’t wearing any panties. She didn’t say a word and neither die Tash or I. I simply got behind her and started fucking my beautiful wife doggy style again. Tash simply sat there and watched smiling at my wife as I got faster and faster until I unloaded deep inside Rebecca, like I had so many times over the years. Rebecca then slipped out from me and came to clean my penis of both of our juices. As she finished cleaning my penis clean she got up, went over to Tash and gave her a passionate kiss allowing her to taste us both one last time.

No one talked about what it meant. No one needed to.

Some things aren’t built to last forever, but they are built to matter.

Two Months Later a postcard arrived in the mail. London skyline. A lipstick kiss in the corner.

“I think of that night more than I should. Still glowing. Might come back sooner than expected. Save me a spot in the spa. Love Tash.”

Rebecca read it aloud and looked at me over the rim of her wine glass. “Well,” she said, “guess we better keep the water warm.”