Let's Train Heroine

"Oh, that is good." Maris moaned, "Ruring, you are in for a treat. This feels amazing."

"Well I think someone's feeling a bit grateful." Ruring laughed, raising her glass to Lucan.

"You bet!" Lucan replied.

"Ok, so let's see what you got."

Ruring stretched a bare foot out towards him, as Lucan looked to Maris, who nodded. Sliding her foot into his hands, Ruring was surprised to feel an instant calm wash over her at Lucan's touch. She hadn't realized how tense her muscles were but, within moments, she felt herself completely relaxed and even felt a bit sleepy.

"Oh my god," Ruring cooed, turning her head to Maris. "You're one lucky lady, alright."

"I think, tonight, we both are." Maris smiled back.

They chatted on the deck for an hour or so, enjoying the wine and the snacks and, most importantly, the chance to recharge their batteries, before Lucan decided to get dinner ready. Seasoned steaks, salads and veggies, all healthy, hearty stuff.

"Fancy some music?" Ruring asked, when she and Maris came in to help him.

She set something up from her phone and she and Maris began to dance as Lucan continued to cook, but Maris wouldn't leave him alone, pulling him away from the sink for a grind and a rub to the rhythm.

"Hey!" Lucan protested, a peeler in one hand, a bunch of arugula in the other. "If you guys want to eat tonight, then..."

But his words were falling on deaf ears. Maris was already swinging him across the floor, a little tipsy from the wine, but more carried away with their naughty adventures. Ruring joined in, the three of them rocking across the cabin from room to room, being goofy, being free, being completely caught in the moment.

During one particularly sexy number, Maris reached up to her husband and put her arms around his neck, grinding her body against him, seductively. Keen to join in, Ruring was quick to come up behind them and sandwich herself in between.

"If I don't get the food on that grill, we're going to starve..." Lucan insisted.

Without words, the two women 'danced' him back to the kitchen and swayed and rocked around him while he tended to the steaks. Ten minutes later, they were feasting on their food like carnal gods devouring a bloody sacrifice. The air was loaded, erotic, dirty and, despite the abundant and overflowing plates upon the table, hungry.

After dinner, Lucan lit the fire and they all sat around on the floor, glad to have the huge, sheepskin rug beneath them as the temperature outside had clearly dropped several degrees since their hike. Ruring went to the bookcase, twisting to some music only she could hear, but the way she moved was so hypnotic, so seductive, Lucan and Maris couldn't help but watch and drink in every move she made.

"Hey, Ruring, honey, stay there for a second," said Maris.

Maris got to her feet, took Ruring's hand and began to lead her off to the bedroom.

"Be right back." she called back over her shoulder.

They were gone. Lucan sat patiently, he didn't know what Maris was planning but let's see.

He could hear movement and a few muffled voices from the bedroom, but little else to tell him what was going on. Lucan took a big gulp of wine from his glass and settled down beside the fire, preparing for a long wait.

But, just a few minutes later, he heard the bedroom door creak open, slow and deliberate.

"Ready!" Maris called, a few stifled giggles escaping from Ruring, behind her.

And then Maris was leading Ruring back into the room. Maris was wearing a white, lace chemise that came to just below her hips. Peeking out from underneath was a white thong, but there was nothing else, save for the sexy pair of mules on her feet which showed off the results of her recent pedicure; bright red toenails she'd obviously had done especially for this weekend. Lucan felt his groin stir into life, but before he could compliment his wife, Ruring stepped out from behind her, and his desire was doubled.

Barefoot, Ruring was wearing a sheer, black thigh-length robe, which fell open at the front. Underneath she had on a black bra and black boy shorts, which looked as hot as hell while, on her head, she wore a cute kitten-ear headband which made her look innocent and playful.

"Wow," was all Lucan could manage at the sight before him.

"You like?" asked Maris, knowing full well how turned on her husband was right now. "Ruring helped me pick this out. I had to try on a few outfits before we settled on this. And Ruring? Well she looked good in everything, but it was me who had the casting vote on what she should wear. And the ears were my idea. Super sexy, huh?"

"You look amazing, both of you." Lucan replied, then winked purposely at his wife. "And your ass looks amazing in that thong,"

Maris smiled, turned and slapped her butt, playfully.

Ruring stepped forward and took Lucan's hand.

"Come on," she said. "Follow me."

She led him to a large chesterfield in the corner of the room, the light from the fire casting tall, dark shadows on the wall behind them. Maris followed, stalking them both like a panther after its prey.

"Sit." Ruring commanded.

She pushed Lucan gently into the chair then turned to Maris.

"We were in the changing room together, last week, trying these on."

"I thought you'd only met for coffee?" Lucan queried

"We did that, too." smiled Maris, as Ruring stood aside and let Lucan drink in the full sight of his wife in front of him.

Ruring slid her hands around Maris's waist and began kissing her neck.
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"Just look at this body, Lucan." Ruring said, huskily. "Isn't it amazing?"

She spread her palms across Maris's thighs then pulled her body back into hers.

"And these legs...so firm and smooth."

Then she lifted her hands and rested them on Maris's hips.

"And her hips, oh man..."

Ruring stroked Maris up and down the side of her body, then reached in front of her and pressed her stomach.

"And this flat belly, Lucan, I could just eat off of it..."

All the time, Maris was gazing down at her husband, her tongue sliding across her lips and her eyes closing slightly every time Ruring stroked her.

"And these tits, oh my god, Lucan. Look at these perfect, hot tits."

Lucan watched as Ruring moved her hands up over the chemise to cup both of Maris's breasts over the fabric. The sight of another woman holding his wife's tits in her hands was almost too much for him. He was desperate to stroke himself, desperate to be stroked. He couldn't stand it. After a few seconds, Ruring reached inside Maris's shirt and gently pinched her nipple. Maris gasped and shuddered slightly, wanting to look at Ruring, but Ruring turned her face back to Lucan.