Winter Friends takes place from spring to early winter. As you can see, Hot Springs Encounter takes place in late summer. It is written as a standalone story, so you don’t need to read Winter Friends to understand or enjoy it. Nor is it a necessary part of the main story and as such is not included there. If you enjoyed this and want to see how the couples got to this point and where they go from here, you can read the full story in Winter Friends.
Late Summer
Marron, Ulrick
Being a warm afternoon, Marron had come to the hot spring clad only in a light linen dress with no over-apron or other coverings. She gave little concern to this provocative disregard of modesty. She was on her own farmland still; the path from the homestead to the spring was mostly wooded and concealed. There was little worry she would come across anyone to scandalize. With her husband Ulrick by her side, she feared no trespassers.
And she loved how he stared lustily at the act. It made little sense to her why such a display appealed so, but he always took such joy when she bucked standards of decency. Back when they were first wed years ago, doing simple chores around the farm naked would inspire him to action. It would still no doubt but with children underfoot, there was less opportunity.
She was out of her clothes and into the water well before Ulrick, who had sleeves to untie, trousers to undo, and boots to remove. That he stopped to stare as she dropped her dress and tossed it over a tree branch and then continued to watch from the shore as she swam only delayed his entry.
“What keeps you, husband?” Marron said at last, treading water in the center of the spring. It was not wide across, only a few full lengths of her body, but it sloped in sharply toward the center, which was quite deep. Even Ulrick, who towered head and shoulders above any other man Marron knew could not stand on the bottom there and breach the water’s surface with up-strained hands.
“Just the sight of my lovely wife,” he replied, finally shaking free of the spell of seeing her naked and setting to removing his own clothes. Just as the fiery leaves of early autumn turned deep red before the winter snows, so too did Marron’s fox-colored tresses turn to crimson when wet. Now slicked with water, her hair hung in a long, straight cascade around her face and across her cream-pale skin. She never ceased being beautiful to his eyes.
“A sight you see often enough,” she chided.
He laughed. “T’would be close to often enough if you stayed naked every hour of the day and night.”
She rolled her eyes at his flattery, then she leaned back to float on the water’s surface, giving him a view of her bare breasts as if to tempt his eyes to linger. Successfully. When he finally splashed into the hot waters himself, he swam to her and scooped her up in his arms.
His kisses started at her lips but quickly moved down her neck and lower, and she once more leaned back to bring her breasts above the waterline. The nip of his teeth against soft flesh elicited heated moans. He took his time moving across sensitive skin before circling round to suck at her long, hard nipples, which the nursing of two children had brought to their current perfection. She was less sensitive after the years of feeding, but that only meant she longed for him to be rough with her—a boon to someone of his size and strength, who could so accidently fall into roughness without intention.
Though he did miss the gentle spray of milk that had come during her pregnancies. Whenever they discussed the potential for a third child, she always teased him by suggesting his interests were purely self-motivated and centered on her tits. He always reassured her that was not entirely his reason.
Marron’s moans continued as her husband suckled at her breasts. Fingers clawed at his back and shoulders as he lifted her more from the water. Marron was not a small woman but rather bestowed with wide shoulders and hips, thick arms and legs, and a height akin to most men, and that in a region where men grew tall and broad. Only Ulrick, a giant even among their people, ever made her feel small and feminine. He could hold and lift her with ease; he loved to do so, knowing the thrill she took from his strength. Mostly in loving embraces or, like now, when he hungered for her.
“Oh gods, yes, my love,” she hissed as she felt his cock press against her thigh. She was unsurprised to feel it rise given his current endeavor and reached down to better position it to do well for both of them. Once crushed tight between his waist and her loins, she set to pulsing her hips and grinding her cunt up and down the hot shaft.
Ulrick squeezed a cheek of her ass in one hand and pulled her against him to add extra pressure against his cock. As much as Marron usually enjoyed to feel him inside of her, he knew she was much more inclined to reach her climax like this, rubbing her cunt and pleasure nub against him. He’d long ago learned the tricks of her body, that she needed fingers or tongue or cock rubbed against her; hard pounding, while glorious she said, rarely did as she required to set her flesh quivering with pleasure. He had also learned he too could reach his joyful climax without ever entering her, so it was a position that suited them both.
Her humping increased along with her moaning as her eruption drew closer. As she increased her intensity, so too did he by pulling her harder against him and biting, albeit tenderly, on her nipples.
“More, my love,” she purred between moans. “Use me harder. Use my body to make your cock cum.” It was her fantasy to be taken and used for the delight of a man. She didn’t know the cause. Perhaps it was born from a childhood of being told no man would want someone as solidly formed as she that she developed a desire for a man to want her so much that he simply took her and had his way with her. Or maybe having grown to adulthood around boys of a similar size to herself that brought the lust for a man who had the strength to overpower her and do what he willed to her body. Whatever the source of it, what she craved was to be a vessel used purely to slake men’s thirsts.
She never doubted her husband’s desire, but Ulrick was ofttimes too guarded to ravish her as she wanted. As a young boy he’d learned how his strength and size made for a fragile world; above all things he feared hurting those he loved. It was a difficult thing to assuage his caution, but she’d learned to stoke his want to the savage purpose she desired.
Like now. Him rough with his hands mauling her flesh. Controlling her with powerful arms. Dominating her with his incredible strength and the animalistic need of his lust. Gods, how she loved this man! And his cock!
Her purpose was so focused that she never heard the on-coming voices or approaching of steps; she merely startled, almost angry with him, when Ulrick shifted his grip to stop her hips and stood to meet potential danger—with her still clutched against his chest.
Marron switched quickly back from her anger to aroused as she felt her husband tense to fight any oncoming intruders. His shoulders turned rigid like steel under her clutching fingers.
The one arm still about her waist pulled her so tightly against him that it hurt. She had little doubt her husband would slaughter any danger to come down the trail, possibly with her in his grip throughout the conflict.
Such knowledge was a powerful aphrodisiac even in this tense moment. His protective nature only provoked her desire for him. Were her own nerves not suddenly jolted by the potential for danger, she’d have kissed him and returned to her grinding.
“Ah, see, I told you I heard voices. And look how we’ve interrupted!”
The voice was that of Drallis, their friend and neighbor; the words spoken to his wife Eselda as they emerged around the large rocks that surrounded the high shoreline that concealed the waters from easy view from anywhere but the edge.
They came smiling to the shore, clad as lightly as Marron and Ulrick had been upon their arrival. Eselda’s linen dress was cut in more southern fashion with long slits up the sides to reveal her legs and the shoulders set down around her biceps, creating a low neckline. As scandalous as Marron’s outfit had been, it was far less revealing than Eselda’s.
Not that Eselda gave such a thing any thought; she’d been born far to the south, where the winters were far hotter than northern summers and dresses like she wore now would be too covering for comfort. She was only recently to the north, and her style in outfits did not conform to northern sensibility.
Marron didn’t begrudge her clinging to the southern fashion. It suited the spritely girl in a way northern garb did not. She was small and willowy—a performer by prior trade—and the years of dancing while playing musical instruments had carved for her a slender, if still muscular, body. Her skin was a deep brown this late in summer, her hair black as winter night, and her eyes dark and narrow, all instantly marked her for a foreigner. She spoke the northern tongue well, with just the right tinge of an accent as to accentuate her exotic nature without confounding her meaning.
Drallis had lived in the north the first half his life before heading off for riches and adventure. Despite some ten years wandering, he still seemed ever the north man, tall and broad and strong with straw-colored hair that sat his head in thick, wooly curls. He didn’t keep a beard as most north men did. Marron wondered if that would change when winter set in. He’d returned not five months before with a wife and a longing to set down roots and start a family. He was not yet reacquainted with the northern cold; those dark months might cause some surprise for the two so recently from brighter lands.
Ulrick relaxed his grip, but then realizing that letting Marron slip from him would expose her naked flesh to their eyes, he tightened again…only to once more press her slick sex against his hot shaft, which made them both wince from the jolt of pleasure.
Marron tapped his arms, signaling he should release her, and he did as bade. She slipped back under the water quickly to cover her nakedness and then drifted away from him. Odd that modesty seemed needed given that Drallis and Eselda had seen both Marron and her husband naked several times before—and more than just naked at that!—but somehow it felt more appropriate to conceal and end their pleasurable coupling before the eyes of their friends.
Eselda had other notions on that account, as she often seemed to: “Ah, don’t let us end your delights! That is not a thing you need hide between us.”
Drallis blushed to hear his wife encouraging such behavior. That reaction struck both Ulrick and Marron as amusing because the man rarely had the decency to blush as a child. Since his return home, they’d never seen him look embarrassed before now. “Some propriety, please, my love,” he mumbled to her.
She was already letting her dress slip from her shoulders when she turned to peer at her husband. “But it is naught that we haven’t seen before. And usually in closer proximity!”
Now it was Marron’s turn to blush. At the beginning of summer, as she and Ulrick had rekindled their friendship with Drallis and gotten to know his wife, an evening of intoxication had led to Ulrick and Marron fucking in the presence of the other couple, who then took to their own pleasures on the furs beside them not an arm’s reach away.
That had proven to not be a singular experience over the months since. It was not repeated during every evening spent in each other’s company, but most. Eselda’s words were no exaggeration, but this time felt different.
“Perhaps,” Marron replied, “but not in the light of day. Without the gentle build-up of each other’s company.”
“And wine,” Ulrick added softly.
Eselda stopped to give them both an appraising glance. “Oh! We have made you uncomfortable!” Marron didn’t doubt the earnestness of her surprise. Truly the southern woman had different notions of where the bounds of friendship usually lay. Amongst northerners, it wouldn’t be strange for men to bathe naked in a hot spring together or women in the company of women, but to do so together, two couples like this, was beyond the norm. Marron often wondered if women and men lounged about casually naked with each other in the south. It seemed so given how Eselda viewed the world. “My apologies. We shall depart.”
“No, there is no need for that,” Marron said. Yes, it might be beyond the norm for them to stay, but this foursome had already traveled that distance several times. Them being here did not disquiet her.
“I would rather us leave and return later than to stay and disrupt your intimacy. With children at home, you need take your time when you can.”
“Please stay. The moment has passed, I think. We can behave as adults and not overly passionate newlyweds.”
Eselda actually frowned at the notion which gave her account of how she thought adults should behave. But she didn’t give retort; she simply slipped out of her dress and into the pool.
Drallis disrobed as well. Marron watched. Not as tall as her husband by far nor as massive, Drallis was still a handsome man with a body fit and muscular from his years of mercenary work, and she enjoyed the sight. Catching her eyes, he favored her with that cocksure smile and his gaze darted down across her as though he could peer through the water and see all of her naked below the surface. It was a strange, thrilling thing. He’d shown her no interest before he’d left all those years ago, nor had she wanted it from him, but since his return she couldn’t help but feel his eyes were devouring her. She liked it.
Ulrick’s arm went about Marron’s waist and pulled her gently back against him, which served to push his still-rigid cock against the flesh of her ass. “The moment has not passed for me,” he whispered in her ear. “And judging your greedy stare, if it had passed for you, I think it returns quickly.”
She turned in his grasp so that she faced him, chest to chest. Cock to cunt. It would be so easy to slip inside her right there if only to feel her envelop his manhood completely and hold it inside her. She liked that, too, just being filled by him.
She nearly defended herself with a lie, proclaiming that she had been looking at nothing. But she didn’t care to lie to Ulrick, and his words had held teasing, not malice. “A greedy stare was it?”
“So it seemed to me.” He shifted their position and slid the head of his cock across the opening of her cunt. She gasped at the feel of it. “Both his and yours.” He slid across again, though this time he paused to leave himself poised and prepared to enter. A thrust of either of their hips would drive him home inside of her.
“Does that not bother you?”
“Does it feel like that bothers me?” He added emphasis by moving her hand down to his cock, not that he thought she was anything but completely aware of his condition.
“Gods, my love, you are so hot and hard,” she whispered in his ear.
“And you feel so eager for it.”
“I am!” she hissed.
“So then why should we not?” He pressed just a little bit harder, and she sucked in a ragged breath. But he didn’t enter her. “They have seen it before. Gods willing, they will so again. Why hesitate?”
She tried to give it due consideration, but her thoughts would not flow. Just her lust to feel him inside her. She pressed harder against him. Upon feeling her consent, he too pushed forward, and together they brought themselves to joining. Hearty moans escaped from unhindered from their lips
They were rewarded by a hum of delight from Eselda. Both were exhilarated by the knowledge that she enjoyed their coupling.
They held each other still for several breaths. Marron flexed to squeeze at the shaft inside her, and Ulrick grunted from the pleasure of it. “I thought you keen to fuck me, and yet now you hold so still,” she teased into his ear.
“The water makes it difficult,” he returned. And true it was; they had learned that lesson across the years of fucking here, which is why she had positioned him outside her prior to the interruption. “Can I have you on the shore?”
There she would be exposed…but there she would get what her body craved. A worthwhile exchange, she decided and nodded her approval. She would just need to accept the eyes upon them and learn to transform embarrassment to delight.
He carried her to the shoreline and then sat himself on a half-submerged stone. She remained impaled on his cock and, upon his sitting, wrapped her thighs around his waist. Undulating she rode him, and both gave voice to their rising pleasure.
Marron dreamed of Drallis’s eyes upon her. Would he enjoy bearing witness to this display of flesh? Did his gaze seek out the curves of her ass and hips and tits? Would hearing her moans bring life to his cock and lead him to imagine trying to bring such sounds from her throat?
She thrusted against Ulrick’s lap with a wild passion. His own noises were rising, giving fuel to her desire. It took her some moments to realize that his was not the only voice moaning; it startled her from her daydream. Ulrick’s gaze beheld some scene over her shoulder, and turning she saw that their performance had inspired Drallis and Eselda to action, as it had that first time in early summer. Eselda was on her back, laying on their draped clothes, and Drallis between her legs, thrusting. They both had eyes more to Ulrick and Marron’s fucking than for their own partner.
Ulrick grinned at his wife. “You should turn your back to me so you can watch them.”
“You think so?”
“I think you enjoy such displays. In fact, I pray it so. I like that you would want to watch.”
Her smile was coy as she touched his cheek. “Then your prayers are answered, love, for I do like watching them fuck.” She did as he had bade and turned herself to sit in his lap, ass against his thighs and her back to his chest. In doing so, she slowly guided herself down his thickness, moaning as she accepted every inch of it.
“Do you like watching them?” she asked.
“Very much, though perhaps I like more seeing you watch them. Or maybe it’s him watching you. See how he keeps glancing at you,” Ulrick whispered. “Drinking you in with thirsty eyes.”
“Why would he look at me given the woman under him?”
“Mmm, because you are beautiful,” Ulrick said. His hand trailed up her flank to scoop up one of her heavy tits and give a squeeze. “You think he doesn’t see something in you he desires? Look how he fucks her with you watching. As though to proclaim for your eyes how much pleasure he would give you.”
She moaned lustily at his words and sped up her bouncing against him. “And is she doing a similar dance for you, then?”
“No. I think her enjoyment of his cock genuine. Though, if there is a show, it is for you so you would know how good he feels.”
“Ulrick! This talk from you,” she reached up a hand to stroke his face, then turned her head around to draw his lips down to hers for a kiss. “You sound as if you would like him fucking me.”
“I think I might,” he replied. She leaned back into him, the biting of her lip the only thing that kept her from crying out at his words. “Reach back and hug my neck, love.” She did as requested, pulling him down so that his chin rested upon her the top of her head. “Ah, yes! Show those tits to him.”
She nearly laughed at his trick in getting her to raise her arms for that purpose. “Think he enjoys the view of them?” She tried to use her position and her movement to accentuate her tits; she wasn’t sure if the effect was proper, having never tried to seduce another man in such a way. But she liked the game of it, particularly considering her husband’s enjoyment.
“Given how often his eyes seek to stare down your dresses, I imagine he is!”
She’d noticed that herself but thought it her imagination. Now that Ulrick was giving voice to all these same suspicions, she began to wonder if she was in fact seeing true. “Do you really believe that?”
“That he thinks of fucking you? I do. And I swell at the thought that you have another man who sees how radiant you are. Have you not seen the hunger in his eyes every time he looks at you? You inspire him to such lust as you inspire in me.”
He pushed apart her legs to give space for his hand and then pressed a firm finger against her nub. Given the build up from before and this debaucherous talk, that was all it took to bring her to climax. Clutching tight to his neck, she screamed out her pleasure. He held her quaking body tight against his lap to keep himself still inside her—he knew exactly what she liked during her release—and kept that hold until her quivering ended. Throughout it all, Drallis’s eyes had been on her, his lips curled to a wolfish grin.
With a sigh of pleasure, Marron stood from Ulrick’s cock. She would have enjoyed using her cunt to milk his seed from him, but they were wary of having another child. Even though she regularly drank moonroot tea to prevent such, they often practiced other methods of exciting his pleasure to be sure. Not that he minded.
“Settle back a bit, my love, and spread your legs,” she said as she took to her knees by his side. “We should give Eselda a show as well.”
“I think her eyes were on you more than me,” he said, though he did as bidden.
“On my pleasure, perhaps.” She started stroking his cock with long, slow sweeps. “I wonder if she could even take you, delicate as she seems.”
Confusion entered his eyes. “She seems quite capable of taking a man.”
Marron frowned at her husband. Stacking her hands, she seized his manhood with both and still it was not enough to contain it. “My dear, I think you fail to realize your proportions. I’m near twice her size, and it took me some time to learn to handle this monster.” So saying, she went to work on his thick cock with hand and mouth to bring him to completion.
It was ever so with him. Despite his unusual size, he thought himself common. A devoted husband, a wonderful father, and a caring lover, and he just thought that was the way of the world, that all men were like him. A man of his prowess and skill, he could have been a warrior of great renown and riches, rising to jarl of these lands perhaps, but he remained a poor farmer with her. Because of her.
It seems they had the same problem, she and Ulrick: They each knew that the other thought they were something special, but neither saw it in themselves nor in the eyes of others. At least she hadn’t until Drallis’s return. His seeking gazes had awakened in her the realization that she was an attractive, desirable woman.
She wondered if it was in Eselda’s eyes to do the same for Ulrick, to help him understand that he was a treasure and not just to Marron. That men envied him. That women wanted him. He was a good man. It would do him well to feel that of himself.
His voice turned under her administration. His husky exhales signaled his eruption. She directed his seed across her chest so that the long strings of cream made a mess over her tits. He seemed to like it for whatever the reason. As did she. Not that she took pleasure from it the way she would if he filled her cunt—she enjoyed the way it felt, hot and wet, inside her. But she thought his seed a gift to her, a representation of his desire and the pleasure she provided him. Even if she couldn’t take it inside her, it still felt right to accept it in some way.
As his pleasure ebbed, she rubbed the head of his cock all over her tits, spreading around the pearly fluid. He grunted and spurted more as he watched her efforts.
She heard the cries from the other couple, first Eselda coming to her fill and then Drallis to his, but Marron kept her eyes locked on her husband and him on hers, both smiling their satisfaction.
He stood and drew her to her feet to plant a kiss on her lips. “I am glad we were not dissuaded by the interruption.”
“Me as well.”
They both slipped back into the spring to clean off and float a while longer. Eselda and Drallis joined them moments later. They were not far in; the water would be only to Marron’s hips, but she had lowered herself to conceal her nakedness, strange though modesty might be at this point.
“I hope it was not a disturbance, us taking inspiration from you,” Eselda said, absolutely beaming. “It was glorious to watch you both so free with each other. Drallis was particularly taken by the sight: He practically carried me to the shore to be ravished. Not that I minded of course!” She giggled then as she gave Marron a nudge as if they were both a part of some secret.
Once again there was a touch of embarrassment in Drallis’s expression, but he kept from blushing. “Yes, I hope our presence was not a distraction.” He glanced between his friends, but both were keenly aware that every time his eyes met Marron’s, his glances darted down to see more of her beneath the water. And she let herself bob upward a bit at those times, exposing her bare tits to his examination though playing it off as if it were simply the nature of floating in the water.
“Not at all,” Ulrick said, nearly chuckling. “If anything, I’d say your presence was a boon.”
Eselda picked up on the hint of it immediately of course. “Ah, see, my wolf? They enjoy our company while fucking. They like when we watch!” Turning to Marron and Ulrick—though mostly Ulrick, Marron suspected—the southerner added, “He always worries how our visits are received. Or perhaps I should say he worries how you feel upon our departure the day after, if there is unspoken regret in the light of a new day.”
“Never!” Marron gave it voice, but the words were true for both of them. “We treasure every moment of our friendship. In fact, let us make arrangements for you to come by tonight. Come early and have dinner with us. The children would cherish the time with you both, and that will give us all the more time for stories from the south before—”
Marron caught herself then but the implication was plain: before the night slipped into debauchery would have been her next words, or near enough. Never had it been brought up in advance; they all just pretended it was happy accidental or some sudden inspiration. She blushed at how she must seem to suggest it, and so soon after having a wonderful climax with her husband!
Once more Eselda simply went along with no regard to propriety, “Before we have a repeat of the events of this lovely afternoon? I agree, my dear: As lovely as this was, my hunger was not sated. Neither that for my wolf nor my desire to see more of you both so enthralled to your passions.”
Drallis winced and let loose a long-suffering sigh.
“What? Oh you prudish north-folk, unable to say what you truly desire and thus always being denied what would be freely given—and excitedly!—if only you’d use your words. Fine. Let me say that I am glad that we are coming to this evening with an understanding of how we all want it to end. It’s good to have that be open between us.” With that, she dove under the water, leaving their conference to swim out to the center of the pool where the water was warmer.
Drallis cast a quick eye between them. “Truly, you are sure you are comfortable with us coming by this evening?”
Ulrick looked to his wife; upon noting her display of skin and how Drallis’s glance was drawn there, he smiled and nodded, “Of course! We greatly look forward to it!”
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