2 comments/ 28103 views/ 3 favorites A Wet Night By: the_sex_kitten Work was dragging on. It was a dark, rainy day, and apparently, most customers decided to stay home. I started to miss the bustling rush of business from earlier in the week. At least the time went fast then. I decided to find a magazine to keep me occupied. As I walked over to the rack of magazines, he walked in. He--my mystery crush--was a customer I rarely saw, but so often fantasized about. His appearance--fairly built, long blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail and leather jacket--made him seem tough and unapproachable, but his face made him look quite the opposite. He had kind eyes and extremely soft features. He was one of those people that could speak with his eyes, and they always seemed to be telling me something in the few instances I had encountered him. He walked past me and said, 'Hey.' His mouth curved up on the side in a cute little smirk. 'Hi.' I smiled back. As he walked, he looked back at me. I tried to look away, but it was obvious that I was smiling. I felt like I was in high school, blushing over a cute boy. But it was kind of fun. I brought the magazine back behind my counter and flipped through it, not really reading anything. I saw him approaching me again. It was nice to work in such a small family-owned store sometimes. I was the only one around to assist him. He set down some kid's cough medicine. I knew he had a kid, as he had brought him in before. I also knew he was married, because of the simple ring on his left ring finger, but I had never seen her in person. "Sick kid?" I inquired, not looking him in the eye. It would make me too nervous. "Hah, yeah. Seems to be something going around the schools right now. Um, can I get a pack of Marb Menthols?" I reached behind me and grabbed a pack of his smokes. "I've never sold you cigarettes before, I should card you." He laughed nervously as he grabbed the pack and slipped it into his pocket. "Yeah...the wife never really approved." He handed me a twenty and I gave him his change. No ID. Damnit. That led me to still wonder his name, age. "Take it easy." He beat me to it. "Yeah, you too." I smiled, and looked at him. He was smiling back as he walked out the door. He was unbelievably attractive, and left my stomach feeling fluttery. At least I had something to think about while the rest of my shift dragged on. I walked in the door to my warm apartment. It felt so welcoming. I headed straight for my bed, peeling off my clothes as I walked. I fell asleep the second my head hit my pillow, and my dreams were vivid. He was standing in my doorway, leaning with one arm against the paneling. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his abs were sculpted like a model. And if I had doubted that it was a dream, the fact that his skin was golden and glistening should have tipped me off. But unfortunately, you never know it's a dream while you're in one. Or when one's in you... "What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling shy in my imagined state. "You invited me." He said in a voice much deeper than his actual. "I did?" I ask, as he saunters towards me. I felt extremely self-conscious the closer he got. I could see his bulge in his tight black jeans, and that's when I realized I was wearing nearly four layers of clothing. Suddenly he was on top of me, but I couldn't feel anything. My clothing was too much. But I could smell the salty, warm scent of his skin and I longed to feel it. "You feel so good." He muttered, and I could see his motions above me. He was inside me, but I couldn't feel it. I awoke in the middle of our tryst, feeling empty. He couldn't get to me. I didn't have to try and interpret it. He's a married man. Of course he couldn't get to me, and I'm not the type to help cheat. I dressed for work a little differently than normal. I wore my best push up bra and a tight tank top that pushes my cleavage up to the most round proportions possible. And of course, I couldn't forget my favorite pair of underwear--a lacey black g-string. My boobs are the better of my assets, but there's no reason I can't make both of them feel great. I headed off to work in a fairly good mood. My hair looked good, and my makeup was natural but noticeable. Even if my mystery man was taken, there were plenty of other single men in town, and I was ready to flirt. The hours dragged on. Though I told myself to focus on other men, my stomach still flipped in anticipation for the moment he would walk in. But the clock ticked on and he didn't show. I started to lose hope. My co-worker walked up to my counter, where I was leaning over it, reading a magazine. "Hey, Lane, it's eight." I flipped through the pages, not looking up. I sighed. "Yeaaaah, I know." I looked towards the door sadly. "What's up?" She asked. "Oh nothing. I just thought a friend was going to come by." She checked her face in her handheld mirror. "That sucks. Screw 'em. I'm going downtown to this outdoor pub thing. Wanna come with? You look all done up anyways." She checked me out up and down. "Hah, yeah, I am. I might go. I'm gonna stick around for another couple of minutes, finish up this article. I'll text you?" She nodded as she threw her mirror back in her bag. "I'm not D.D. tonight!" She yelled as she walked out the door, turning off the lights so only a couple of lights near the counter and door illuminated the shop, along with a bit of moonlight. I laughed as I looked back at my article. When I realized I couldn't really read any of the words in the dim light, I closed the magazine and walked to the front door to lock it. I caught myself in the reflection of the glass and thought, Damn, I do look good. I shouldn't waste this. I decided to call Anne and tell her I'd meet her downtown in a few minutes. I pulled off my work t-shirt, exposing my suffocating cleavage to the air. As I pulled my phone out of my jeans, I heard a knocking on the door. I almost ignored it, but curiosity got the best of me, and I turned around. It's a small family-owned store with one wooden door with a glass window in the middle. Whoever was at the door could probably see me through it. I walked up and unlocked it. When I opened it, I was taken aback. "Oh, um, can I help you?" I asked, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. It was my mystery man. He came in after all. He smirked that beautiful side smirk as he placed one hand on the door. "I'm sorry, I tried to get here before you closed. Can I come in?" He looked disheveled. His hair was pulled back, as usual, but it didn't look as smooth and neat. He was wearing his leather jacket over a plain black shirt and jeans. Even in an effortless attempt at a wardrobe, he looked positively sexy. Did I really think I could deny him? "Of course." I stepped to the side to let him in. As he walked past me, I caught a faint smell of wet leather, the after-scent of rain on his clothes. I looked out the door and saw that the ground was wet. I wondered if the outdoor pub fest was still on. Not that I really cared at that moment. I shut the door, locked it, and walked over to the counter. "Cigarettes tonight?" He snickered as he pulled his wallet from his pocket. "How ever did you guess?" He handed me a $10 bill as he made eye contact with me. Those eyes. Those faded grey eyes that made his face look younger than he probably was. Those eyes that could illustrate a novel from within their depths. I couldn't decipher what he was saying with them tonight. But if I had to guess, I'd say he was proposing something. His eyebrow was slightly raised, and his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. He was answering my question, but I still felt there was more to his physical response. "You seemed like you were in a rush to get here." I took the bill but didn't open the register right away. I was going to drag this out as long as possible. He picked up the cigarettes and banged the pack on his hands a few times. "Yeah. Family's out of town at the grandparents for the weekend, and I ran out of smokes." He opened his leather jacket to show me the inside where he was placing his new pack. "I should run though, I'm sure you've got somewhere to go, it being Saturday night and all. Besides, you looked like you're dressed to impress." He very inconspicuously bit his lip and looked me up and down. I realized how happy I was that I had taken off my t-shirt just moments before he knocked. I pushed my long blonde hair out of my face and laughed modestly. "Thanks. I don't really have plans though, especially now that it's raining." I pointed to the door. "Yeah, that can ruin a lot on a warm summer night." He placed one hand on the counter and stared at my face. "Well, guess it's a night to stay in. Do you guys sell alcohol? I've never checked." "Wife doesn't approve of that either?" He laughed quietly, looking down. "Nah...we're actually separating." He looked up at me. "That's why I have the weekend to myself. She went to her parents to get things straightened out." I took this in for a moment. Though I was hoping he'd come in tonight, looking good was just for fun. I never thought anything would actually happen. But in light of this new information...I leaned on counter on my elbows, pressing my breasts together as I pointed across some aisles. "Booze is right over there." He tapped the counter and walked down to look at the bottles. I took this as an opportunity to adjust my bra, pop a piece of cinnamon gum, and run my hands through my hair. My hair fell just below my shoulders, the tips ending right where my chest showed through my tank top, bringing eyes down to their level. I leaned back on the counter as if I hadn't moved. Everyone wants a hook up after a breakup, right? He walked up with a small bottle of tequila. "Good choice." I said, as I dragged it over the scanner. "You think?" I examined the bottle. "Yeah, this stuff is alright. I mean, I prefer something sweeter, but this works just as well to get you to that end point." He was leaning on the counter with his one arm again, his body turned to the side, allowing me to see how flat his stomach was and how his chest protruded further than it. He was obviously fairly built. "And what would that be?" I handed him the bottle. "What?" "The end point. What would the end point be?" He wasn't looking at me anymore. He was unscrewing the top of the bottle. "Um, well, you know, the uh..." I was tripping over my words. Get it together, girl. "The whole drunken thing. Isn't that why people drink?" "Sometimes it's the getting there that's more fun." He lifted the tequila up in the air towards me. "Cheers." He took a small shot right from the bottle. After swallowing it, he looked down and shook his head. "Ahh, that's good. How about it?" He held it out to me. I didn't need to think about it. I smiled as I grabbed the neck. "Cheers." I nodded my head towards him and took a swig. "Mmm." I squeezed my eyes shut and repressed the need to cough. "That's strong." He patted his jacket where his cigarettes were. "I think I need one of these. Would you care to join me?" He started to walk to the door. "Is it still raining?" I asked, grabbing my purse and keys. He looked out the window. "Drizzling. But there's a little overhang of a building down the alley next to us. I go there to smoke sometimes." He opened the door for me. The light breeze blew in at me, and it smelled warm and stale, like summer rain. It was only a bit humid, and definitely still nice enough for me to keep just my tank top on. It really was a perfect July night. I locked the door to the small shop and followed him next door to the little alley way that runs behind the store. All the times I had brought the garbage out back there, and I had never seen him smoking. Maybe some kids playing or some workers from the other little shops on that strip, but never him. He looked back at me, and, as if reading my mind, said, "I've seen you back here before." I stopped walking, my face blank, shocked that he had spoken almost exactly what I had just thought. His expression turned from gentle friendliness to a worried look. "I didn't mean that in a creepy way, I just live not that far from here..." I cut him off. "No, no, you didn't weird me out. I'm sorry." I laughed and shook my head at my own silliness. "You're good." He walked to a little spot about one third of the way into the alley, and pulled out his pack. He slipped out two cigarettes, lit his, and handed the other one to me. I discreetly spit my gum out onto the ground. I decided it was probably the best time to really turn on the flirt factor. Instead of reaching for the stick with my fingers, I leaned forward and let him place it in my mouth. His eyes sought out mine with a look of excitement. "Got a light?" I asked, placing my hands in my back jeans pocket. He grabbed a lighter from the same little pocket and lit mine. I wrapped my lips tightly around it and inhaled deeply. I'd never been a smoker, other than on a few occasions outside of the bar or at a party with friends. But in the midst of the situation, it felt good to inhale the menthol smoke into my lungs. The smell of the smoke and the tequila on our breaths and the rain really set the mood for me. I realized how sexy the situation we were in was, and I stepped next to him, leaning against the concrete wall. It was raining a little harder now. "Thanks for the smoke." I said, looking just a few inches up at his face. He wasn't a whole ton taller than me. Maybe just a few inches, but then, I'm pretty average height. Up close, I could see his chest better and was able to tell that he was, indeed, pretty muscular. "Thanks for the company." We stood in silence for a few minutes, until he flicked his cigarette away and turned to me, leaning with one arm above his head into the wall. "So, you really didn't have plans tonight?" I couldn't lie when those eyes were peering into my soul. "Hah, no, I didn't. Um, I just wanted to look nice." His eyes pressed for more information. "Um, I thought maybe that you'd um..." I cleared my throat. "I thought maybe you'd stop by." Nothing like my extreme confidence and flirtation skills to carry me through a conversation... "Ahhh." He leaned back into the concrete, crossing his arms. "So you are dressed to impress." I suddenly felt really self conscious, and could feel my cheeks burning. I set my purse on the ground and pulled out my shirt to cover my exposed chest. "No, no, no." He reached his hand out and touched my head as the shirt was going over. "Don't do that. I didn't mean to make you think..." He slowly tapered off as I pulled the shirt back off. He dropped his hand to graze down along my arm. "You look great." He smirked at me, and I looked down to avoid his gaze. He pulled my chin up with one finger. "Why do you think I knocked on the door tonight? I was hoping you were working." I finally met his eyes. They were filled with sincerity. He was telling the truth. He grabbed a couple of pieces of my hair and played with them, dropping it down to where they met with my cleavage. "I had no idea you would be. Or that you'd look like this." He ran his hand over my shoulder and across my exposed chest. Then he removed his jacket. His arms were so beautiful and big and full of veins that I had to try to suppress a whimper. He caught me staring at them. "I do landscaping with my dad's company in the summertime. These usually come with the territory." He gripped one of his arms. "I'm definitely not complaining." I reached out and removed his hand from his arm. He took my hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing the back of it. Then he pulled my arm around his neck, leaning me into him. He kissed me hard and fast, as if this moment was all we had left in the world. It was rough and passionate, full of lust. I leaned into the middle of his body, feeling how much he was enjoying it. He led one hand down my thigh and pulled my leg around his waist. He slapped my ass and pulled me up onto him, so I was straddling his hips. He leaned me against the damp concrete wall and licked down my neck. He licked the air and moaned before leaning back down onto my neck. He slowly worked his way to my boobs as I pulled the rubber band from his hair. His straight, dirty blonde hair fell just past his shoulders and smelled wonderful, like lavender and rain. I ran my hands through it and shuddered as he teased my nipples from outside of my shirt. We had just barely started and I already felt like I could come. Then I remembered what he said in the shop--Sometimes it's the getting there that's more fun. "Put me down." I whispered breathlessly in his ear. He obeyed, nodding his head and running one hand through his hair. "I'm sorry--"I cut him off by grabbing the button of his pants. I put one finger to his lips. "Don't talk." He nodded, turning to rest his back against the wall. I unzipped his pants and pulled just the front flaps to the side. He was so hard his penis was already falling out of the slot of his boxers. I can't even say I was surprised by the girth of it. He was definitely bigger than any man I had ever been with, which isn't a bad thing. It might be a little bit more work, but it would definitely be worth it. He sighed loudly and leaned his head back. I lightly touched the sensitive skin, and it jumped in approval. I could feel the heat of lust wash over my body. I pulled my hand away and laid my shirt on the ground in front of him. I kneeled down on it and leaned forward again, grabbing the bulbous, circumcised head. A drop of precum oozed out, and I leaned forward and licked it up with the tip of my tongue. I felt his body shudder. He reached one hand down and placed it on my hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and pulling delicately. I slowly began to take him in my mouth. It took some adjusting, since he was so thick. I moved my jaw back and forth, trying to force my mouth open as far as I could. It must have worked, because I was able to take more of him in without grazing him with my teeth. I used my tongue to work circles around his width while systematically going in and out, wetting every hefty inch. He was trying not to push himself further into my mouth (I could tell because he kept wailing 'sorry' when he did), but I could see the difficulty he was having with that. So, I tried to take as much of him in as possible. Seeing as how he was probably nine inches, it wasn't possible. But I did get my mouth around a decent amount. He started to moan what sounded like a word, but stopped. "I don't even know your name." He gasped, overcome by lust, as he continued to grab at my hair. I looked up at him seductively, taking his dick out just to the tip. "Lane." I said, letting my tongue hit the tip of his head as I said it. "Lane." He sighed, tilting his head back against the cement wall. "I don't think I can take much more of this." I could tell, as I could feel the blood rushing through his thick cock. He was getting harder than I even thought possible. I debated for a second between whether or not I should slow down, or go all the way and make him beg to finish. I decided the latter would be more fun. I took him out of my mouth and teased the tip with my tongue while one hand wrapped around his back and grabbed his smooth ass, and the other was roughly (but not painfully) squeezing his balls. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, moving my tongue around it to make it as wet with my saliva as possible. Then I shoved nearly his whole length into my mouth. I moved one hand to the bottom of his dick, so that my mouth was moving rhythmically over his head, the one hand squeezing him from the middle down, and the other hand playing with his balls. "Oh fuck!" He yelled, which made me smirk. "I'm really close." I looked up to see his eyes squeeze closed, both hands grabbing my hair now. I could feel him about to explode, so I quickened my pace. He was making little noises, various sighs and moans. I'd never been with a guy so vocal with pleasure. It was turning me on. He was biting his lip, trying to stay quiet, but he wasn't doing so well. He suddenly grew quiet, and that's when I felt his hips start pumping into my mouth. The warm liquid shot straight to my throat, and I swallowed as he came. It must have been awhile since he'd gotten off with someone other than himself, because there was quite a bit. After a few seconds, I felt him start to soften. I slowly dropped him out of my mouth and sucked hard on the tip, getting every last drop out. I licked my lips, and realized he tasted more sweet than salty. A Wet Night at the Spa "Do you think they have good sex?" My wife asked me. "It's a tough one, they look pretty into each other now, but maybe its all a show. Maybe in the bedroom he can't be bothered, or maybe she's just someone he takes to swimming pools to play with and they've never had sex." I watched as the two kissed, their bodies wrapped together. "She's got a beautiful body though, that dark skin. It looks so sexy in the water." My wife said, pointing out exactly what I was thinking, "I did notice her legs when she got in. And yes, she looks pretty good in that swimsuit." My wife looked at me, a 'as if I didn't catch you staring' look. But I knew she didn't mind. The girl was Asian, with dark hair, her eyes shut but showing beautiful long eyelashes and s slim, tight body. Her slim legs were currently wrapped around a taller English man and she was able to hold her body up so their heads were level in the pool. Her long hair was tied up, just a small tuft floating in the water above her small shoulders, the water lapping at the top of her breasts in what little space was between their bodies. Apart from the dark straps, her full length swimsuit was hidden by the water and her face was mostly hidden by its proximity to her partner. "She's licking his ear again," my wife pointed at as she absent mindedly played with my cock over my swim shorts. We were sat on the stone steps of the indoor pool at our local health club. The steps took up a wide semi circle into the shallow end of the pool so you could sit submerged up to your shoulders and relax. It was a nice pool, not very practical for lengths, but on an evening like this with all the subtle lighting it made a nice place to chill out. There were no kids allowed, and no lifeguards blowing whistles. "Is her tongue actually inside his ear?" I asked, "It might well be, maybe that's what he likes..." The couple had been kissing and playing with each other for some time, while my wife and I unashamedly discussed their behavior. Both enjoying the show without either of them having looked at us once. "Fancy some time in the Steam room?" I asked, "I'm sure we can perv on these guys when we get back" "Sure, are you going to be okay getting out?" At first I didn't know what she meant, then she squeezed on my hard cock through my shorts. I looked around the pool, no-one else was about so rather than wait for my erection to go down I turned round and walked quickly out of the pool with my back to the couple. With a tent in my shorts I made it into the steam room where my dignity was hidden among the clouds. My wife followed my in and we both sat at the far side of the steam room. An LED light shaped like a crystal provided the only light in the mist as it cycled through different colours. As soon as we sat down my wifes hand was resting on my cock again. "Do you think they are going to have sex in the pool now?" She asked "I would if I was him, she has been teasing him for ages." My wife moved her hand inside my shorts. "Would you like to have sex in the pool one day?" She asked "It feels like a good place to add to our list, never seems that busy, and we could probably be a bit more subtle than those two." I put a hand between her legs, rubbing my hand against her bikini bottoms. My wife is lucky to be blessed with a flat stomach that she keeps toned through running and cycling and even now in her early thirties she was still able to get away with a bikini rather than a full length costume. She squirmed a bit against my touch. "Better not press too hard" she said "I should have gone to the toilet." I looked at her. "Just go here" I said, joking. "You are such a pervert." She replied, a look of mock concern on her face. "You'd love me to just pee everywhere wouldn't you." "I don't mind either way, but we are basically in a wet room, who would even notice" My hand was still pressed on her pussy as I thought about her peeing on the plastic bench. And yes, something about it turned me on. We had never experimented with watersports, but whenever I had seen her piss there was always a twinge in my cock, some acceptance of it being a bit naughty, forbidden. For her to just go in a public place would maybe be a real turn on. She 'tutted' out loud. As if she could read my thoughts. "And what would you do for me?" She asked I thought for a moment. "Fuck you in the pool?" I said. "Whenever you like" "Tonight?" She said quickly I looked at her, "If you piss right here, I will fuck you in the pool tonight." She smiled, her pussy pushing slightly harder against my hand, sweat dripping down her stomach. Then she giggled. "I don't think I could" she said, "it would feel weird." I shrugged, as if I wasn't bothered either way. She looked at me, "Well move your hand, let me try." she said "No. I'm not moving my hand." "You want me to pee on your hand?" "Yes, I want you to pee exactly as you are" My cock hardened further under my shorts. And she felt it twitch. "You are such a disgusting pervert." "That's why you married me" There was a pause, and then she adjusted her position slightly. "Such a pervert" she said, but I could see her concentrating. Was she actually going to go for a piss in the steam room? Through her bikini? I felt a slight contraction between her legs, but then, with a sudden gush of cold air the door to the steam room opened and the couple from the pool came in. I felt her relax again as she pulled her hand out of my shorts. Knowing the couple could barely see us I left my hand where it was on her pussy. "Ha, you nearly had your filthy wish come true! So close..." She whispered to me. I looked at her "I haven't given up yet" I said to her, "Well it's too hot in her, I'm not waiting for them to leave, I'm getting desperate." "Then don't" I said, looking at her eyes, "Don't what? Wait?" Her eyes widened. "You really are a perv!" She whispered, smiling. "Now let me out" She moved as if to stand up, but my hand held her between her legs. She struggled slightly, but didn't want to make a scene. "So now I'm your prisoner?" She said "We had a deal..." I smiled. She sat there a few moments. The stakes had been upped. There were other people in the room. The couple opposite had calmed down somewhat, the girls head was on his shoulder and her eyes were closed. He was staring toward the wall relaxing in the steam. I looked at Cathy, a serious expression on both of our faces, and eventually I felt her legs tense again, my hand stayed rested against her pussy. Then I felt the front of her bikini fill slightly. A bulge appeared around my hand and her warm liquid soaked through the material. The pressure stopped as she moved slightly, and then it flowed again, I could feel it spill out around her bikini bottoms, a pool of urine appeared between her legs, then ran down the seat, it flowed down the bench and I felt its warmth being absorbed into my shorts. She was breathing more heavily as her piss flowed between the fingers of my hand. She pushed down with her hand on my cock through my shorts as she squeezed out the last and I would be lying if I said it hadn't turned me on enormously. The couple opposite hadn't noticed a thing. But then, as her piss made it to the end of our bench it started to flow over the side. A steady stream dripped onto the floor, apart from the sound of a heater somewhere in the walls, the noise of my wifes urine flowing onto the flow was clear to everyone in the room. I could feel her cringing in embarrassment, her face flushed a bright crimson, helped along by the heat. The woman opened her eyes and the man shifted his gaze towards the noise. They had no way of knowing, surely they wouldn't have guessed. I smiled as I thought of the humiliation I could imagine my wife feeling as the stream turned to a steady drip. We sat for a while, not talking, then my wife took me by the hand and forced me out. I managed to hide my hard on behind her as we walked out into the cold clear air of the pool. "I can't believe you made me do that!" She laughed out as we jumped into the pool, cold water suddenly surrounding my body. She wrestled with me, knocking her arms against the huge bulge in my shorts. "You are disgusting!" She said as we surfaced, her wrists in my hands as she jokingly tried to grapple with me. "I can't believe you did it!" I laughed. "But it fucking turns me on" I whispered. She released her hands from my grip and dived under the water in the pool. I felt her tug at my shorts, my cock jumped free, then the shorts were gone. "I'm keeping these" She said, and then stood on them under the water. I was left completely naked, standing in the deep end, my body hidden by the water up to my chest. I pretended to try and wrestle, as if to get my shorts back. But actually it felt great, my balls and cock were free, the water holding them and my arse exposed in the currents that surrounded us. She felt for my cock under the water, moved her hand up and down my shaft. "I can't believe how hard you are. Did me pissing really turn you on?" "It wasn't just pissing, it was pissing in front of people." I said. "You really are a filthy slut." I smiled at her. "Would a filthy slut do this?" And she jumped up, wrapping her legs around me. Then with one hand round my neck she used her other to guide me inside her pussy. Without seeming to care about where we were she started to fuck me. It was a hard fuck, grinding against me as she moved up and down. I held her butt, slipping my fingers underneath her bikini as she kissed me. "Would a filthy slut want you to touch her arsehole?" She asked. I moved my right hand round under her bikini and pushed my middle finger onto the surface of her asshole. I probed at her as she fucked me harder. Then I slipped the tip of my finger inside her arse. Just as I heard the steam room door open behind me I felt her asshole open up and convulse as she came. She couldn't help it. The couple were both watching us as an orgasm rippled through her and I could only imagine the look on her face as she held me close. Further humiliation as she was caught by the couple again, no way we could hide what we were doing. The man smiled, the girl giggled and covered her face as the stopped at the side of the pool. Then the girl whispered something to her and the man smiled right at me. "Don't stop because of us!" he said and the girl laughed again, holding herself against him. My cock was still inside Cathy, her pussy wet and warm and my balls being caressed by the water between us. I took my finger out of her arsehole to grab her properly. Then, with both hands on her bum, I slowed started to pump back and forth inside her. I could tell from the way she was holding me that she was shocked. Embarrassed and vulnerable. But I could also tell how turned on she was. Her nipples through her top were like bullets, her tight pussy twitching in post orgasmic bliss. I smiled at the couple watching us as I continued to move inside her. They laughed again as they made their way to the changing room. "Have they gone?" my wife asked, "why didn't you stop!" I laughed, "Yes, and be quiet, you loved it" Then I fucked her hard, not caring if anyone else would walk in, I held her ass tightly between my hands and drilled deep inside her. She lent back, looking at my in the face, her arms round my neck as I pounded her. "Fill me with your cum..." she whispered at me. That was all I needed to tip me over the edge and I erupted inside her, pump after pump filling her up as her pussy convulsed around my hard cock. Me kissed, she rocked on my dick, squeezing out ever last drop. Then suddenly, the awkwardness of reality came back. My shorts were returned quickly, her bikini re-arranged. We were suddenly aware it was time to leave. I held her, pecking kisses at her neck as we moved quickly out of the pool. She looked around and gave me a deep but quick kiss before we went into our separate changing rooms. My dick was still semi-hard as I left her, and I grabbed my towel to cover it up. As soon as I passed the corner, I was face to face with the man from the other couple. He had just come out of the shower, a towel around his waist. He was younger than I had first thought, probably late 30's, with a big but fairly toned upper body. "Sorry for interrupting," he said, in a genuine voice rather than as a joke. "You wouldn't be the first person to get caught in here". I laughed nervously, "No problem, was all my wife's fault." He smiled and walked away. As I walked towards the shower he turned around to face me, hesitated a bit and then said, "but, erm... if you are interested in meeting the others." he paused, "I mean, similar people, we have a kind of unofficial club. I'm not supposed to say, but I think you guys would like it." I looked at him, kind of knowing what he meant but not quite sure I could believe it. Did he mean a swingers club? "It's here, so it's not to weird." He said, "In the pool mainly, we have the whole spa for the evening once a month. No pressure, no need to ever come back. But me and her enjoyed ourselves, and have met some great people." I opened my mouth, wanted to ask a question, but wasn't sure what to say. "Second Sunday of the month." he said. "Hope to see you both there?" He left the question hanging, I said nothing. Then he walked away. I was left to go the showers, my thoughts already filled with the imaginary naked bodies of ten couples fucking each other in the pool, around the pool, in the changing rooms and the steam room. e and Cathy watching, towels round our waists. Then her sucking my cock in front of them all, men watching her tits as they swung above her flat stomach. Women watching my cock going in and out of her mouth. My cock hardened quickly again in the shower and I tried to think about something else. As soon as it had been mentioned to me I knew this was something I wanted. Next question would be, is this something my wife would go for?