The Butt Plug Ch. 02

Disclaimer: As always all characters are over the age of 18.

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I blew out the candles and shut off the music. I picked up the butt plug that I had washed off. Tracy was standing at the door waiting. When I got there she reached up and hugged me again and we kissed one of those special full French kisses.

"Thank you Rob. That was so nice."

"Here. Don't forget this." I handed her the 3 inch device. She took it from me and we exited the casita and walked back toward the house arm in arm. I could hear the hum of the spa jets. It wasn't just circulating. Someone had to be in it. I looked and saw my nephew Andrew. His head was back and his eyes were closed. He doesn't usually come around unannounced so it was a bit of a surprise to see him here. We wandered over to the whirlpool and stood beside him. He was so relaxed he didn't even notice us. Tracy squatted down and kissed his forehead. Startled he opened his eyes and saw us both.

"Hey! Oh, hi Trace. Hi Rob. I was dozing off there."

"Whatcha doin' Cuz? Have a rough day?

"Yeah. Chasing vortexes." He winked as he joked about escorting tourists who were in search of a spiritual experience. Normally, he doesn't like dealing with people who are seeking that kind of woo woo trip. He passes them off onto his employees who are more tolerant. But when things get busy and everyone is out, he sometimes has to step out of his management role and get back to the basics of his tour guiding business. Today was one of those days.

He looked up at Tracy's beautiful naked figure. "You know sometimes I wish I could work without clothes on"

"So do I Andrew." Tracy replied. "But having this place to come to at the end of the day is the next best thing. Wouldn't you say?"

"For sure. Thanks Rob for letting me come here."

He didn't abuse the privilege. I'd never turn him away, but it's nice that he always calls to ask. I assumed that he must have called while I was massaging Tracy.

"No problem. Did Jan tell you that Tracy brought supper?"

"Yeah. They were waiting on you, and Teri is coming too."

"We'll come inside when you're done. Don't fall asleep in the hot tub!"

Tracy and I walked on to the house. As we entered through the kitchen we heard a commotion up front. I looked through the house to see Teri coming in the front door. She was the perfect sexy cowgirl. A straw hat with a big turquoise stone on the hatband, a red silk kerchief tied around her neck, a plaid tailored shirt that hugged her body with the top few snaps open to reveal an ample amount of her bare chest, skin tight ultra low rise faded jeans and rough worn boots. She was carrying a big tooled leather bag hanging from a long shoulder strap.

"Hi guys. Sorry I'm late. Thanks for getting me out of that cocktail gig. Not exactly the crowd I wanted to mingle with tonight. I like the ambiance and the vibe here much better."

She took off her hat and pushed her hand through her short unkept hair. Always clean but with no definite part or style, it fit Teri perfectly. Easy to manage. Melinda took the hat and hung it on the hook behind the door. Teri unceremoniously kicked off her boots and pulled the snaps open on her shirt as she pulled the tail out of her jeans. It's a common habit to walk into our house and immediately strip. Melinda is always there to collect the clothes and stow them where ever it's appropriate to put them. Teri's braless tits were now on display. In contrast to her sister, she's slightly smaller and her breasts have retained a youthful conical shape. They stand up on their own, mostly because there's not enough to them to sag or fall. She unbuckled the big rodeo style belt and unbuttoned the fly on her jeans. As tight as they are, it was easy for her to peel them off. She was commando. Naked now, other than the red silk bandana, Teri stands an inch etlik escort or two taller than her sister and her mom. Most of it is legs. She's got that long lean look with narrow hips and a figure one would expect on a woman ten years younger than she is. Her recent 30th birthday was a non event because nobody would believe she's that old. That is, until you talk to her. Teri has savvy and wisdom beyond her years.

While Melinda took her clothes back to her bedroom, Teri picked up the leather bag.

"Here you go folks." She walked over to the large hassock in the living room and emptied the contents of the bag. There were about a dozen butt plugs, still in their packaging, a variety of colors, but all otherwise identical to the one that Tracy was holding in her hand.

"These are the 3 inch models. I'll have 4 and 5 inchers in a week or so. Tracy says it's a winner." She winked at her sister. Jan picked up a green one. Trish chose white. Tracy picked up three. Red white and gold. She grabbed two more and handed one each to Lucinda and Melinda. As everyone stared at their new toys, Teri went on. "The idea is that as you move around, the plug does too. The screw like ribs make it go in and out, just a little, while you're wearing it."

At that moment, the back door opened and Andrew walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist. He knows the casual dress code in our house, but seems to still be easing himself into it.

Lucinda brought in a basket and collected everyone's toy package. "I will wash these." She offered. She picked up the extras too. Andrew looked in the basket as she carried it by him. He rolled his eyes. Lucinda was busy unwrapping and washing all of the devices and placed them on a towel on the counter to dry. When she finished, she brought them back to us and everyone retrieved their chosen colors. Teri selected a red one. Then, she assumed the role of educator.

"I hope you like the colors. We call them Pearl, Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald, Amethyst, Amber, Silver and Ebony. Like I said, the screw like ribs are designed to make it move inside you to heighten your pleasure." She opened the drawer of the end table beside her, knowing that there's always a supply of oils, lotions and lubes in storage. She took out a tube of lubricant (that she of course supplied) and removed the cap. She squeezed a generous amount on the tip of the toy and recapped the tube, tossing it over to Trish. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she scooted forward in her comfy chair and raised her legs up in the air, leaning backward, and exposing her puffy pussy and pink asshole to us all. She reached around and slowly inserted the plug into her anus.

This certainly caught Andrew's attention. He couldn't help but stare at his cousin as the plug disappeared and all that could be seen was Teri's legs and ass framing her smiling face above the red silk bandana and the matching Ruby cut jewel below her vagina. The look on Andrew's face was priceless. But the perfectly centered image of Teri in the chair, dressed ever so sparingly in red was quickly embedded in my mind. I think we were all amazed at how gorgeous she looked.

"Oh my God!" Exclaimed Jan. "I think I need to borrow a green scarf, if it can make me look as beautiful as you are Teri."

"Oh Mo-om." Andrew whined. He's still getting used to seeing his mother without clothes and having a harder time accepting her sexual freedom.

Melinda scurried off into our bedroom and returned with a handful of colorful silk scarves from Trish's drawer. L