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The Hot Tub

By: Biker15k



As we step into the Hot Tub I set down in the corner first, as you slide in between me leaning back against me. Your warm body once again so close to me. I wrap my arms around you my fingers lightly running across your breasts. As we relax in the tub the rushes for water covering both our bodies, mmmmm it feels so good. I kiss the back of your neck as you turn over facing me. 

Your sweet ass breaking just out of the water and what a stoke of luck right in front of a water jet that is pulsating water throughout the tub, Mmmmm I know that has to feel good. As you lean over looking into my eyes, me into yours I kiss your lips, my tongue parting them as our tongues find one another, I love the way you suck my tongue into your mouth as much as I love sucking yours, deep into mine. My hands slide across your as your lips break from me and you start kissing down my chest, teasing my nipples with your tongue. 

As you slide on down you sweet ass slides back closer to the jet, I can hear your soft moans. The pulses of water are taking effect on your ass and sweet lips. As you slide your hands under my ass lifting my hips a little I cock breaks from the water as you kiss down my stomach coming to the base of my shaft. Looking down at you I see your tongue slide up the side of it as you look up at me, you start sliding your tongue across the head before letting it slide between your lips. Sucking just the top of it slowly, mmmmm I like that, as your hands slide down massaging my balls. Your lips slide on down and engulf my cock as I watch it disappear deep in you. You hand slide up teasing my nipples, they are hard under your touch. 

As your sweet lips slide up and down my hard, throbbing cock you start rocking back and forth, mmmmm the water jet getting to you is it? You can feel my cock throbbing as it is ready to explode as you pull your lips from it and stroke it with your hand, inches away form your lips. 

As I tense with the pending pleasure the first wave of cum touches your lips as you lick it from them, you lips drop down on it so to suck the rest of it as it comes out, I moan in pleasure and you suck every last drop from me. As I slide out from under you I knell by your side. you are still on your hands and knees in front of the jets. Not gonna give up that spot are you? 

As I slide one hand under you I massaging your mouth watering breasts, teasing your nipples, twisting them lightly, as my other hands caresses and slides across your shoulder, down across your back, and over that sweet ass. As my finger lightly passes over you ass and down across your lips to your clit. I rub it feeling it so hard under my finger, mmmmm I want to suck it so bad. As my finger slide back up across your lips I slide it between them slowly, deep into you, slide in and out gently, as my others tease your clit and ass. 

You rocking back on them pushing them deeper as I can feel you squeeze down on them, leaning down I slide my tongue across your sweet cheeks as hips rock back faster sliding back behind you I slide my tongue down across you as I take your swollen lips in my mouth, nibbling them, pulling on them gently as I can feel you ready to cum. Cum for me Darlin, Cum for me A lot. As my tongue slide between your lips were my fingers have left I can feel your sweet juices flowing across it as I lick them, suck them, mmmmmmm you taste so good. 

As your hips slow down I can hear you breathing so heavy. As I finish licking all your juices from you I slide back up to the corner were once again you lay back in my arms as I pour us a glass of wine I hand you yours and wrap my arms around you as you nestle back against me.

The Hot Tub



John and Janet loved the Log Cabin they had chosen for their Honeymoon. It had everything they wanted, a warm cosy bed, a Jacuzzi, and best of all the Hot Tub on the porch outside.

John held Janet's hand as he helped her over the edge of the Hot tub out on the porch. The cool air was making her nipples stand out, big and hard from her lovely breasts as she was already naked. She could feel her skin starting to tingle as she left the warm of the cabin, but some how the adventure in the hot Tub they were about to embark upon made the cold seem insignificant. She knew that she want to make love to John in that Tub outside there on the open porch at the back of the cabin. She could hear the birds singing their pretty songs and hear the leaves rustling on the few evergreen trees that surrounded their cabin. In the distance she could see snow covered mountains and she loved the scene. 

Janet held on to John's hand as she descended the steps into the warmth of the bubbling waters of the Hot Tub. She could feel the cool air that had been blowing across her naked body on the Porch, being replaced by very warm and fiercely bubbling water. A she inched lower into the Hot Tub she felt the water splashing up against her pussy and she loved the feeling it gave her as the water randomly hit her lips and sometimes her clit. Each splash caused the hot water to run back down her body and drop back into the tub creating a warm river across her skin that tantalized her senses and drove her wild.

John released Janet's hand as he started to climb into the Hot Tub himself, now that Janet was safely inside. He had not wanted her to slip and had held her hand lovingly as she climbed into the Tub. He slowly eased himself over the edge of the Tub and began to climb down the few steps into the water. The water hit his naked body and he did so and he jerked back as the initial heat of the water startled him.

Janet was sitting on a step in the Tub, she was watching John as he got himself into the Tub with her. She was laying with her back against the sides and her shoulders were still out of the water causing the splashes from the bubbling water to cascade around her neck and down her chest. She smiled to herself as she noticed John jump as the hot water found his manhood. She reached her hands up and smoothed the hot water across her breasts, loving the feeling of her own soft skin and how firm her breasts felt. She knew that John loved her Breasts, he had always said how beautiful they were and how gorgeous they felt to him. As she moved them she could feel exactly what he meant as she too was turned on by their feel and was teasing John by touching them as he was only just getting into the tub.

John looked across at his new wife Janet. She was radiant and oh so beautiful and he knew that he loved her more than he could ever tell her in words. He took in the scene before him as he looked at her and thought how lucky he was to have such a lovely bride. She was lay back against the side of the Hot Tub before him. She had her lovely hair gently moving about her neck as the cool breeze caught it, now and again. He looked at her gorgeous smile and those very pretty eyes as they looked back at him. He saw her lovely breasts just out of the surface of the water, each one had tiny rivers of foaming water running down them as the bubbles burst and sprayed her sexy body as she fondled them with her hands. He loved how she looked and loved for her to touch herself as it turned him on so much and he soon had a stiffening cock as he looked at his beautiful Princess before him. 

Janet saw John slip down into the water and noticed his cock as it began to grow, before it slipped out of sight into the water of the frothing Tub. She saw how John was looking at her and she knew he liked what he saw. She too liked what she saw. She knew he was no muscle man or skinny athlete, but she loved his body as it belonged to him and so to her. She reached forward towards him her arms out stretched across the Tub.

John reached out and took Janet's out stretched hands in his. He pulled her to him and they embraced in the centre of the Tub.

Janet wrapped her arms around John as he pulled her to him. They held each other close and hugged so tight.

John moved him head and his lips found Janet's moving towards his and they touched and kissed passionately for several minutes, before they both broke the kiss and looking directly into each others eyes, said "wow".

Janet was so in Love with John, she could not help herself and loved his kisses and the way he was so gentle and kind towards her. She loved the way he treated her like a Princess and how he was always so romantic. She turned herself around and moved her body backwards so that she nestled her butt into his lap as they stood in the Tub. She could see across the mountain as she was not looking directly off the porch.

John loved Janet and everything they did together. He was so in love with her that he would do any thing for her, as long as she was happy. He loved to treat her like a Princess and he knew she deserved it. He loved that she treated him good to and he loved that she had just turned and snuggled her butt into his lap. He could feel his hard cock pressing between her butt cheeks and she wriggled about in the Tub in front of him.

Janet was teasing John, she knew how he loved to enter her pussy from the rear and she knew how much she loved the position too. She kept moving and squirming her body around and could feel that John's cock was real hard now and she could feel it starting to slip between her butt cheeks. She began to tease him more and bent forward slightly to make her butt got deeper into his lap.

John was really excited by Janet's actions. His rock hard cock was pumped full of blood and the veins were standing out making it look very uneven and rippled as it bobbed up in the froth of the hot tub each time Janet bent forward and let his cock slip from her cheeks. He reached around her body and using his hands he scooped up the hot waters from the tub and splashed it over her naked body.

Janet loved to feel John's hands on her naked body. She could feel him splashing water all over her back and he then was sliding his hands under her as she was bent over and she could feel his hands gently cupping her breasts as they hung beneath her. His fingers were playing with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and they were responding to the touch and becoming hard.

John toyed with Janet's nipples, he loved to make them hard to his touch and he rolled them between his fingers before moving his hands lower down her body. He reached around her waist and slipped his hands between her legs.

Janet was holding the side of the tub as she felt John's hand moving round her hips and felt them begin to seek out her pussy between her legs. She moved her feet further apart to ease his access to their target.

John felt Janet open her legs further and using his fingers he homed in on her pussy. He slipped his middle finger through her pubic hair and circled it around on her love button. He could feel her start to wriggle as he did so and knew it was giving her pleasure. His finger slide down and ran along the opening to her love tunnel. John dipped his finger into her briefly to get it wet with her juices. He noticed that she was very wet down there and realised she was very aroused. 

Janet had felt John's fingers working between her legs. She had already opened her legs further to allow him better access. She felt his finger rub over her clit and she shuddered as it did so. Then she felt his fingers moving down and felt one of his fingers slip inside her pussy lips. It only stayed there for a short while and she knew he would feel how wet she was already. She felt his finger moving back up and out of her pussy and could feel it trace a line back to her clit. Now very wet and slippery with her own juices, she could feel that finger begin to circle round on her clit. Every motion caused sensations deep inside her, she loved how he teased her clit and made her pussy ache for him.

John was working his finger on Janet's clit, he could feel her body shudder as he did so and he knew what she liked him to do. He kept taking his fingers back to her pussy to get them real wet again and then returned them to the task of rubbing her love button with his slippery fingers. Round and round they went on her clit. Very slippery and pushing hard on her button. He could feel her body jerk every now and again as he really found the spot.

Janet was holding tight to the edge of the Hot Tub. She was till bent forward and was pushing her hips back towards John as best she could. She wanted more of his attentions down there and she knew he was going to give her all she wanted. She could feel the hot water splashing onto her as they moved in the bubbling tub. She felt the tell tale signs of her own orgasm approaching and pushed back hard against John's crotch.

John felt Janet really push back against him as his fingers worked on Janet's clit. He guessed that she was really getting worked up now and he knew her orgasm was close for her. He loved to make her orgasm and always felt really excited himself when she did even if he was not ready. He loved for her to have as many orgasms as she could before he could hold out no longer. He worked harder with his fingers, really rubbing her clit now in small circular motions. 

Janet felt his fingers, which were constantly wet with her own love juice still working hard on her button. They were slippery moved in a way that sent electric feelings through her body as they worked on her. She tensed up as the feelings took hold of her. She began to shake and shudder and her orgasm hit her like a train. She screamed out across the mountain that she love him and fell forward against the side of the hot tub, gripping on for all she was worth.

John had lost his grip of Janet as her orgasm struck and she shuddered to a noisy climax, falling forward against the side of the hot tub. He reached out for her and steadied her as her orgasm subsided. He let her recover a short while before he raised her up and sat her on the side of the tub. Her feet were in the water but she was sitting on a wide ledge that ran around the outside of the tub. He spread her legs apart and set to work with his tongue. Lapping at her pussy lips and tasting the sweetness of her cum as his tongue probed inside her.

Janet lent backwards her arms reached out behind her and her hands were holding her upright against the ledge. She could feel John's tongue darting in and out of her already tingling pussy. She could feel how he sucked on her tender clit and gently bit on it too. These feelings were getting her going again. So quickly after her first orgasm she was already building on the second.

John continued with his sucking and tongue fucking her pussy. He looked up and could see her gorgeous body. He could see her head was thrown back and her breasts were rising and falling as her breath quickened. He could see water droplets still dripping from the nipples as the water from her wet hair ran gently down the round mounds of her breasts. He reached up and cupped her tits in his hands as he plunged his tongue in real deep into her. He could feel her legs shaking again now and he kept on plunging his tongue in and out, in and out. Then biting her clit and sucking on it and heard her moaning real loud again. 

Janet was near her second orgasm. She could feel John's tongue going in and out of her pussy so deep. She could feel it wriggle inside her and loved the feeling that gave her as it did so. The feelings were so intense now and she was finding it difficult to hold back. She began to moan loudly. She did not care that they were outside on the porch, she did not care who heard. She shuddered as John's tongue made a final lunge deep inside her and stayed they wriggling and he r pussy exploded it cum all over his face.

John lapped up Janet's cum as she came on his tongue, which he had pushed real deep into her and held it there, knowing it would push her over the edge and make her cum. He let her relax and catch her breath, pulling her back into the hot water to warm her up.

Janet was buzzing from her two orgasms and wanted more and more. She felt John pulling her back and she got back down into the water with him. She turned around and pushed her butt again into his lap. This time she felt him grip her hips and felt his hard cock nudging her pussy lips.

John was pressing his cock against her pussy now. He kept the pressure up until the moist lips parted slightly to let the swollen head of his stiff cock pass between them. He felt her lips encircle his dick and he continued to push until he had slid easily all the way into her pussy. Then he started to pull out again, then pushed back in and he set up a gentle rhythm fucking her with his hard cock.  Janet could feel John's rock hard cock between her lips as it slid so easily in on her wet juices. She could feel every vein along its length as it slid in all the way until his balls were slapping her butt. Then the cock withdrew and began a slow regular sequence of long deep in and out strokes. In so deep and back out it went. In so so deep and back out it went. She loved being fucked by his cock, she loved feeling him so deep inside her. Their love making had always made her horny and this was no exception.

John was pushing as deep as he could into her and she was pushing back onto him as he did so. Then he felt her pull away and she had turned and sat him down. He then reached up and felt her lovely breasts now visible as they were out in the fresh air above him. Her nipples were really hard as the cool air blew across them and he loved seeing her breasts sway as she moved over him. He felt her guide his cock to her pussy once more and she took control of situation.

Janet began to sit down on his cock. She loved to feel in control of his weapon. She slowly lowered her body down and felt his shaft sliding deep into her once more. She began to work his cock in and out of her, deeper and deeper as she went down harder and harder on him. She felt his hands on her breasts, they were so gentle and loving as they squeezed and fondled them. Then she felt his hands on her hips and felt him pulling her down on him harder. She removed his hands from her hips and placed them back on her breasts, she wanted to stay in full control of fucking him. She continued to push hard down on him and then she slowed down and just took the head of his cock into her pussy. She moved gently up and down making only the head go in and out of her lips.

John was now finding it hard to control himself, he had tried to pull her hard down on him, but she had put his hands back to her breasts. Not that he was complaining as he loved her breasts. He knew she was in control and he let her continue. She was doing too good a job as he felt the cum starting to rise in his balls. He started to make moaning sounds as this was about to make him cum if she did not stop.

Janet knew she was good at making love to John. She could tell that he was about to cum. She heard him start to moan and she began to push down harder and faster, building her own orgasm again too. She kept the pressure up on him. Pushing harder and harder, his cock going in to her deeper and deeper as she did so. Up and down she went, pulling way up his shaft and thrusting way down on him, his cock plunging fully back into her waiting pussy. She could feel the full length of him as he moist lips slide easily down the shaft only stopping its penetration of her when her butt met his lap. Then she felt it, what she had been waiting for, what she had been working for, what she loved so much, she felt his cock starting to jerk inside her. She knew he was coming now, there was no going back. He came in her and just then her own orgasm started and she shuddered on top of him as his cock spurted its seed deep into her womb. He body shook uncontrollably as her love juices pumped out around his stiff cock and mingled with his seed inside her.

John gripped Janet and hugged her close as his cock pump her full of his cum and he could feel her cum all over his cock too as they hugged together.

They both stayed in the tub for a while after that as they relaxed and enjoyed each other, until they both retired back into the cabin, but that is another story......

The End



The Hot Tub



Written by Renee

(We are a young married couple, in our upper-20s and have been long time readers of this site. We decided we finally want to share our own adventures with other readers. We want to stress that these entries unless noted, are 100% true, down to the smallest detail with no exceptions. That might make some stories less dramatic while making others more so. Though we both love good fiction, we really love reading true tales from people and we figured there might be a few who would enjoy reading our erotic tales from the past ten years.)

*

This particular tale happened in October of 2004, just two months before our wedding. My good friend, Amy, and I were out at a lake house with Derek after attending a college football game earlier in the day. It was just the three of us, which wasn't too unusual. We went about doing what we normally do on the weekends--drink, relax and have a good time. Amy and I had always been a little flirtatious towards each other, and this night was no exception. We talk a lot, laugh and tell each other how beautiful the other is. Derek is naturally quiet and reserved, so he doesn't mind just sitting back and observing--something he was going to be doing the rest of the night. 

After watching some TV and getting liquored up, we decide to get into the hot tub. In the Midwest, it gets quite cold in the winter so hot tubs are a great commodity. Everyone got their suits on and a fresh drink and went outside to climb in. After some small talk about how much each of us loves the fall season, we start having some very open, interesting talks about sex. The conversation goes from why men like porn to masturbating. It turns out that Amy masturbates at work sometimes, and I realize that I'm the only one I know who actually has to WORK for 8 hours a day. Since she is so open about this, I figure anything goes at this point. I ask Amy if she has heard that hot tub jets are a good source of pleasure for women. She said yes, and I curiously place my hand in front of a jet, feeling the water. Because I'm tipsy and voyeuristic enough, I decided to half-jokingly test it out in front of my then-fiance and best friend. 

"I'm just going to see what this feels like," I announce, turning sideways on the bench to face the blasting water. I slowly open my legs and let the force of the water hit my clit. Because it's a little strong at first, and because I'm not quite taking it seriously I let out a little laugh and narrate for them. 

"Well...it's ok, kind of strong, but I could probably get off to it." I say. 

And now that quiet fiance of mine pipes up, "Let's see it." 

To my surprise, Amy actually says, "Yeah, that'd be pretty hot." 

Wow. What the hell, I think to myself. "Ok, I'll try." Taking a deep breath to clear my confused, excited mind I turn back towards the jet. This time I allow myself to concentrate and really feel the water hit my pussy. It's still forceful, but definitely more enjoyable than before. I try not to worry about my audience and get into a good rhythm. Derek breaks the barely comfortable silence, "How does it feel?" 

"Pretty good. But I could use some help, I think." 

Again, to my surprise, Amy volunteers, "I can help." 

Really? Oh God. What is she going to do? She scoots closer, gets behind me and starts rubbing my back. O.K. this is... absolutely fucking incredible. The first thing I notice is that her hands are so much softer and gentler than Derek's. Not necessarily better, because strong and manly is very good, but at the time, just perfect. 

This is when things really get interesting. The next thing I know, my friend is slowly taking off my bikini top. My heart is racing, and I am so enthralled with her touch that I can't get enough. She then slides her hands around under my arms and starts rubbing my tits. That's always my favorite way to have my tits touched anyway, so now I can hardly stand it. The gentleness, the closeness, the openness and just the whole situation is exhilarating. I honestly kind of blank out the fact that my fiance is sitting right there through all of this. 

She continues to rub my chest as I continue to work the jet. I hesitate before I start moaning, but everything feels so good I want her to know that I don't want her to stop. Her soft, small hands move up and down my stomach and chest, gliding over my hard nipples under the water. She squeezes my tits every once in awhile, not very hard, just the right amount. I really can't explain how good it felt. 

Try as I may though, I get stage fright. No matter how amazing it feels, I can't bring myself to cum for some reason. So even though I want nothing more than for this to continue, I start to wonder if Amy is getting bored and or freaked out. So I fake it. 

Yes, I know. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But don't worry, the story isn't over. 

After my loud, amazing... pretend orgasm, I decide to see if Amy wants the favor returned. She is still sitting behind me, practically straddling me, so I reach my hand back and start rubbing her leg. She actually moans which instantly gets me hot again. I then move my hand closer to her pussy. She moans again and my excitement grows. Finally my fingers move gently over her pussy. She whispers almost in a gasp, "Oh god Renee." Holy shit, I think to myself, this is so cool, I've never had a girl want me like this. 

I start rubbing her clit over her bikini and she moans some more. "That feels awesome," she whispers. I'm still so surprised how vocal she is. It makes me wish I would have told her how awesome it felt to have her touching me. I continue with my middle finger, gently putting pressure on her clit. Because of the position, and because I'm a girl, it's very easy for me to feel the right spot. I can also tell I'm hitting the right spot because of her reactions--her moaning, her legs shaking, her gripping my arm. She grinds herself into my fingers and with a few final movements; I bring a girl to orgasm. Not just any girl, my best friend. 

We sit there next to each other as the glow of her orgasm starts to subside, and we start to giggle a little. We look over and Derek is just sitting there with his drink with this incredible look on his face and I think he is actually speechless. I ask Amy if she's ready to get out of the hot tub, and she nods. We get out, leaving my mute fiance' at the time to let the sights soak in. 

Once inside I decide to tell Amy how amazing it felt to have her touching me, especially my tits. "Really?" she asks. 

"You have no idea," I respond. "Actually, just let me do it to you once so you know what I mean. Trust me, it feels amazing." 

She smiles. "Ok." Amy drops her towel to the floor and I lead her over to the couch. I sit down first, outstretched on the couch, and let her sit between my legs. I slowly start to untie her bikini top and let it fall off her shoulders. I notice that her tits are actually very similar looking to mine, same nipple size and color. I repeat exactly what she had done to me earlier. Starting by rubbing her back, I glide my hands under her arms and cup her breasts. "Oh my god," she says. "That does feel amazing." 

For the next hour, that's what Amy and I did. We traded off molesting each other, and I was in heaven. Derek got out of the hot tub about 10 minutes after us only to find us still intimate on the couch. He smiled and took a seat on another couch in the corner. We pretty much ignored him, but I really don't think he minded. 

I was so incredibly turned on by this point that I had to get off. A fantasy of mine has always been to hug and caress a naked woman and feel her tits touching mine. I asked Amy if she would mind helping me get off "again." She still didn't need to know I had gotten off yet.

"I'd love to," she says. "What do you want me to do?" 

At this point I was behind her, so I asked if she would flip over and lay on top of me. She did. As each part of her body came into contact with mine, I got more and more wet. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. She knew exactly what I had in mind, and she gently rubbed her thigh into my pussy. My body tensed up and I knew that I'd get off for sure this time. As our soft, warm bodies brushed each other, I moaned and concentrated on rubbing her back, pulling her in tighter. My clit was swelling, and every thrust brought me closer and closer to cumming. 

"That's perfect, keep doing that," I whispered. 

Finally I felt that point of no return. I hugged Amy tight and let my body shake into hers, moaning more gently because of how close we were at that moment. It felt amazing to cum with a woman, and really amazing to share that moment with such a good friend. 

I will never forget that night. My first sexual experience with a woman...but not my last. 



The Hot Tub



Master got a new hot tub to share with slave. He had it heating all day. Slave got wine and candles to make the night romantic. She set everything up while master was at work. Knowing when he gets home, she showered and shaved just before that so she would be nice and fresh and smooth for master. She put her hair in pigtails, just like master likes it. She put on her collar and sexy new bathrobe and opened the door for master as instructed. She helped master get out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable. Dinner was waiting for master as she cooked all day for him. 

After master eats they go to the hot tub where slave's job is to keep master happy. Master gets in the hot tub and instructs slave to pour drinks and get in. She climbs in and starts giving master a hand job. Enjoying the warmth and jets slave gets lost in her own world as she continues jerking him off. He nurses his wine and enjoys her work. He decides he wants more, so he pushes her head under the water and tells her to give him head, NOW. She goes to work, holding her breath going fast and deep until she can't breathe anymore and she comes up for air. She takes a breath and goes back to work. Master enjoys the attention. He is so close, she comes up for air again, and he smacks her. She yelps but goes back to work to avoid further punishment. Master wants to cum so slave uses her mouth and hands to make him happy. He cums but is still mad at slave for stopping so he makes her get out of the hot tub and stand there until she has learned her lesson. Meanwhile master invites his friends over to enjoy the hot tub and the view. Before slave knew what was happening there were five guys in the hot tub and she was still standing there naked and freezing. Master tells her to pour his friends drinks. 

As she does that master summons his friends' slaves. Announcing a competition. The slaves were to try and make each other cum, by any means possible. The last one that hasn't cum gets to enjoy the hot tub the rest of the night while the others serve their masters and her, except the last place slave girl who will be tied up and beaten by each master in turn for being a useless cumslut. The winning slave's Master will fuck her well while the losing girls will only be allowed anal. Master tells the girls to start. They suck and finger their competition. Master Robert's slave was the first to cum and was tied up tight near the tub. The girls kept going, Master Miguel's slave was next. Then Master Jonathon's. The competition was now between Master Jake and my Master's slave. Slave was determined to not let master down at his own party. She does everything she can to get slave Isobel to cum. After a long battle, slave Isobel cums violently. Master is so proud of slave and invites her into the hot tub. 

Instructing Master Miguel's slave to pour her a glass of wine. Slave enjoys her victory. Master rewards her with sex right then and there with passionate sex and allows her to cum all she wants. Master begins beating Master Robert's slave ruthlessly. Followed by Master Jonathon and Master Robert. Master Miguel and Master Jake are busy fucking their slaves asses, both angry that they lost, being rough with their slaves, this continues all night. Everyone starts going home, the slaves all rather sore and tired from being fucked and serving everyone all night. Master Robert finally unties his slave and drags her home. 

Master is proud of slave but she is still has duties. She cleans up and meets master in his bedroom. She thinks she has done well, forgetting about her earlier indiscretions. Master grabs her and ties her to the bed, picks out his favorite vibrator and butt plug along with a chastity belt, securing all of them in place. Once that is done, the vibrator is turned on, she isn't allowed to cum. Master gets his flogger and starts beating her ass. She knows not to stop when master is so close. Master gives her 50 strokes on her ass then unties her and sends her off to her cage for bed. He locks her in with the vibe still on high secured by the chastity belt. It will be a long night for slave. 

Master wakes up, remembering what a night he had with his new hot tub. He sees that slave is still sleeping, rather restlessly from the stimulation from the vibrator. He goes to her room and opens the cage, waking slave up. She whimpers but says nothing; she doesn't want to start her day with a punishment for speaking without permission. Master unlocks the chastity belt, taking the plug and vibrator out. Slave's pussy is dripping wet. He instructs her to use the bathroom, take a cold shower and clean herself up, she has 15 minutes, GO. Slave gets cleaned up just in time, with barely seconds to spare. Master instructs her to make breakfast and coffee. Slave gets to work on Master's favorite breakfast, bacon, grits and eggs. Master settles in his game room, and begins playing his game. Slave brings his breakfast to him, with some orange juice and coffee. 

Slave leaves master to play his game and eat breakfast, as she begins her morning chores, trying to ignore her empty stomach, she knows better than to ask for food or to sneak food, master always checks everything. She cleans up from cooking, then starts cleaning the floors and the rest of the kitchen. Master calls from the game room, he says he has plans for slave today and her chores will have to wait. Slave is slightly nervous, what could be so important that chores wait? 

She was going to find out sooner than she thought, as the door bell rang. Slave, still naked, answered it. Master Jake and slave Isobel were standing there. Slave welcomed them into Master's house, leading them to master's game room. Master instructs slave to sit at his feet, Master Jake tells slave Isobel the same thing. The slaves know the two of them together will probably spell bad news for them. Their masters start talking, ignoring their worried slaves at their feet. Slaves listen intently, they wanted to know what their tasks would be for the day. After 10 minutes, slave was pale as a sheet. Master Jake wanted a competition between his slave and Master's slave. Only this time it wouldn't be to see who would cum first it would be to see who can follow instructions the best. Master and Master Jake went out to the deck, instructing their slaves to crawl behind them. The slaves chanced a glance at each other, game on. Slave was determined to show that she was still the best, slave Isobel was determined not to let her master down, again. The day started out with simple commands, sit, stand, do jumping jacks, serve master drinks. 

As the day went on, and proceeded to get extremely hot, the commands got more and more strenuous, ride master, make him cum, do anal, finger yourself until you cum, wear the most painful nipple clamps, take the cane across the ass for 15 minutes. Both girls were exhausted and stretched to their limit, but doing equally well in the competition, neither one wanted to break. The competition remained even into the night, when their masters moved them down to the dungeon, tying each to the saw horse, with vibrators in their pussies, clamps on their tits, and giant plugs up their asses, they were instructed not to make a sound as their competition's master whipped them. The first one to make a sound loses. Both slave and slave Isobel were determined to stay quiet. Their pussies were on fire, their asses and tits were in pain. Now Master Jake started on slave's ass and Master started on slave Isobel's ass, relentlessly. Neither wanted to lose. The slaves had not been told what the punishment was for losing, but they were both sure, they did not want to find out. 

After about half an hour Master and Master Jake took a break, got something to drink and turned up the vibrators. They were both equally sure that they were about to crack the other one's slave. They began to go back at them, harder and faster this time, the slave girls were sure they would not be sitting for weeks after this. Slave lost focus for one second as she orgasmed and she screamed in pain as the next blow hit her ass. Master Jake was ecstatic, Master was furious. All she could think is oh shit! Master Jake and slave Isobel enjoyed their victory and embraced in a loving hug after she was untied. 

Slave remained tied to the saw horse, for now, she knew that when she was untied, her fortune would be even more regrettable. Master has not been this angry in a while. Slave has been so good lately, she has remembered her training and respect. However, now she has embarrassed master in front of his friend. Master Jake said that it was only fair that slave Isobel got a reward from Master for winning, slave got a reward last night. Master instructed slave to make slave Isobel cum, while still tied to the horse. Slave hated eating pussy, especially when it was her best friends, it was so degrading. But, slave Isobel won. So slave Isobel laid down in front of slave's mouth, and slave went to work. Licking and sucking slave Isobel's pussy. She was sure she could make her friend cum in seconds, she knew all of her hotspots, but after the extend torture, slave Isobel was not about to cum easily, slave had to work harder. She focused on slave Isobel's clit, sucking it, rolling it in her lips, licking it, going back to her pussy thrusting her tongue in and out. After what seemed like forever, slave Isobel had another explosive orgasm, all over slave's face. 

Master told Master Jake that he could begin slaves punishment. Slave was sure her ass could not take another hit, she was scared. Master decided it was her pussy and her mouth that would be punished, as they were the offending orifices. Slaves mouth was filled with an inflatable penis gag, punishment for crying out. Her face was still covered in sticky cum, Master Jake found it hilarious. Once slave's mouth was filled, master dragged her over to the hard wooden table that he would tie her to, face up, spread eagle, for the remainder of her punishment. Master told Master Jake to pick a flogger and get to work on slave's needy pussy. Master Jake picked slaves least favorite flogger, it hurt like a bitch, on a good day. Now on her pussy she knew she would be in more pain than she had been in for a while. 

Master Jake went to work, flogging slave's pussy. Slave lost count after 32 strokes, she was in so much pain she thought she would faint, every time she cried out, Master inflated the gag more, she really needs to learn to keep quiet. Finally Master Jake stops, tired from his hard work, slaves pussy was striped from the beating. She would be sore for weeks. But she was sure Master would not let her get away without his own touch of punishment. But he had to show Master Jake and slave Isobel out, leaving slave in the dungeon, to soak in all of the pain. 

When master finally came back, he was pissed. He grabbed a whip, and began working slave's entire body, there was not an inch he didn't cover, it wrapped around her legs and torso as he hit her. Her tits were screaming from the combination of the clamps and the beating. Master didn't stop. Her entire front was red from Master's wrath. After what seemed like an eternity, Master stopped, it was eerily quiet. Master went upstairs, leaving slave alone yet again. When he came back he told slave that if she was going to let him down like that again that she should remember this beating, and amplify it by 100. He untied her and sent her to her cage. He locked her in and went to bed. It had been a long day.

Master and Master Jake could not let a tie stand. Someone had to win. So the next weekend, after slave had time to recover from the three painful beatings, there would be one last competition between slave and slave Isobel. Neither one wanted to lose, especially as they remembered their punishments after losing the previous weekend. Knowing their masters, both girls were nervous about their last task. Neither Master Jake nor Master would reveal what it would be. 

So Friday night, Master Jake and slave Isobel arrived at masters house ready to begin. Each slave was given $300 and a skimpy outfit to wear the next day, they knew better than to be excited about being allowed clothing; that was usually a bad sign. They were to go to the sex shop and buy whatever they thought Master and Master Jake would like, all of it was to be for BDSM. They weren't told that the loser would get everything used on her on Sunday. So they went to the store and started shopping, buying anything they thought would please Master and Master Jake. Whips, chains, chastity belt with a dildo and a plug built-in, everything. When they arrived home, the butler labeled the bags 1 for Slave Isobel and 2 for slave. 

Master and Master Jake decided who made the best use of their $300. They decided #2 was the better purchase. The slaves were told in the morning and Slave Isobel burst into tears, Master Jake cussed loudly. Slave is so happy that she won! So Master and Master Jake set up the purchases and decided on their order of use. They tied Isobel to a rectangular frame so she can be reached on all sides. They started with a new fishhook gag and collar, continued with vibrating nipple clamps adding 30 gram weights to each, stringing them together and tying them to the D ring on the new collar. Clothes pins adorn her entire torso leading to the clamp on her clit and pussy lips, she was then filled with the new dildo and butt plug. They whipped her with a crop, whip, flogger, and chain. She was a mess when they finally took her down but it was not over, they filled her with the new chastity belt and another new gag. Slave was so happy she won but felt bad her best friend was in so much pain. 

Master and Master Jake continue beating slave Isobel's tits. Her pussy is so sore, they won't leave it alone, even though the chastity belt. Poor girl. Master Jake is pissed and gong extremely hard on slave Isobel, she should have known better. Master is so happy slave did not let him down. She would be rewarded tonight.

Finally Master Jake and slave Isobel went home. 

Master was so happy that slave won the competition against slave Isobel. She was going to love her surprise. Master tied her to the saw horse for the time being, she wouldn't be allowed to see her surprise until master was ready. He knew she would be extremely wet, wanting to fuck master, so he went to the bedroom and set up the romantic atmosphere they both love so much. 

He brought slave upstairs blindfolded, so she doesn't know what he has planned. Master lays her on the bed of roses, takes her blindfold off, and starts kissing slave all over, nibbling on her tits and neck. She can't wait to see what else he has planned. He turns on romantic music, turns the lights down, and starts making love to slave. Slow and romantic. It is the best sex slave has had for a long time. Master loves slave's pussy, so wet and warm. Slave never wants this to end, but then master cums in her pussy and tells her to clean up and get back in bed; she would be sleeping in master's bed tonight. But that means she has responsibilities, she must keep master happy. If he wants head, she gives him head; he wants sex she puts out. It was going to be a busy night.



The Hot Tub



After a long day running around the amusement park, riding rides and keeping track of the family, I was exhausted. My feet & legs were killing me. So, with the kids sleeping and the wife reading, I left our hotel room to seek out the hot tub.

It was located indoors, on the ground floor, adjacent to the indoor pool. There was only one person in the pool, and he was swimming laps intently. In minutes, I had changed into my swimsuit and was immersed in the hot bubbly water. It felt so warm and relaxing that I lay my head back on the edge and closed my eyes.

"Excuse me, may I join you?"

I opened my eyes to see the vision to which that voice belonged. Her long blond hair flowed around her shoulders, framing her large blue eyes. Her fair skinned body was slim and tall, with curves in all the right places, nicely filling out her bright yellow bikini. If she was eighteen, it was only by a day.

I stammered "Sure" and smiled as she, too, entered the water. The hot tub was rather shallow, and when seated her breasts were well above the water level. I tried not to stare at her hard nipples, trying to poke holes in the fabric of her suit. I closed my eyes again so I would not look like a pervert. She was obviously cold, and I felt her legs brush against mine as she settled deeper into the water.

"Sorry," she said, as her legs again bumped mine.

"No worries," I replied with a smile. I opened my eyes to see her immersed up to her chin directly across from me. She, too, smiled, with an odd glint in her eye. I closed my eyes again, only to feel her fidget a bit. Then I heard her mumble "That's much better." I opened my eyes again to see her place a bundle of yellow fabric on the ledge. My eyes bulged, as she gave me a wink, her mischievous smile a bit broader now.

Then I saw her move slightly as I felt her foot move up the inside of my leg. She was looking me right in the eyes, and her foot continued to move further up. The swelling in my shorts, which had begun the moment I saw her, now became more insistent. When her toes reached my balls, she paused, massaging them deliberately. I spread my legs and moaned. Then she planted her foot firmly along the length of my now rock hard cock.

She giggled, "Oh my, what have we here?" I was still speechless as her foot began to move up and down. The feeling was incredible. At some point an older couple had entered the pool area, but she appeared oblivious, intent on her task. I don't know how it was possible, but I swelled even larger. I stifled a moan... At least, I hope I did. The warmth of the water and the motion of her foot were making it hard to think. 

Now she frowned and whispered, "Aren't you a bit over dressed?" I wasted no time in working my swim trunks down and was rewarded by the feel of her soft but insistent toes returning to my cock. 

"Just sit back, and relax. I know what I'm doing." Relax? I was anything but relaxed. Her foot was moving faster now, and my breathing was becoming ragged. I tried to close my eyes again, but her gaze had me transfixed. That familiar feeling deep inside me began building. I moaned again, too caught up in the moment to care. I could feel my balls tightening. I held my breath trying not to make any more noise. My cock jerked... By body spasmed... I could feel jet after jet of cum erupting from me. She just kept stroking, and I kept cumming and cumming. Finally exhausted, with all the tension drained from my body, the stroking stopped.

"HEY BUDDY, YOU OK?" 

The loud voice snapped my eyes open. 

"Huh? Uh, yeah. I'm fine." I look around to see the tub empty, save myself. An older, overweight, grey headed man was staring down at me, with concern in his eyes.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked. I discretely tucked my now shrinking cock back in my trunks and replied, "Actually, I am just getting out."

As I walked away, I wonder if he realized I had been jerking off and blown my load in the hot tub.



The Hot Tub



Birthday Party

It was a Saturday night in October, close to Halloween. Shane, my super-sexy next door neighbor was celebrating his thirtieth birthday and Vale, his wife, was throwing him a costume party. 

"Wow, thanks for inviting me to the party," I told Vale as she led me into the backyard. It was a cool night, just perfect for the bonfire they had going on behind their house, which was now decorated with black balloons and streamers. 

Without warning, she pulled me to the side of her garage, pushed me against the wall and ran a finger over my cleavage. I was dressed like Little Red Riding Hood. A very sexy Little Red Riding Hood. 

"When I decided to throw this party, you were the first person I thought of," she murmured. "We both miss you." 

Then she grabbed me by the chin and captured my lips with hers. Her tongue slid into my mouth, stroking mine slowly with the promise of more to come.

"Mm...you taste good," I whispered breathlessly, as she released me.

Like a lime Margarita. 

"I'd really like to finish this later," she whispered, running a hand under my skirt, up my thigh to my red silk panties. She traced the edge of the material, teasing my erogenous zone, making my panties wet. "Feels like you do, too."

I released my breath as she removed her hand and pulled me back around to where the rest of her guests were listening to music and chatting. It had been awhile since I'd tasted a woman's pussy but I still remembered hers from two months ago; a curly brown mound with a sweet musky taste. I groaned, thinking about her.

Fuck, was I ever horny...

As I followed her to the bonfire, I admired her Sorceress costume from the back. It was short, black, hugged her voluptuous curves, and showed off her toned legs. With her wavy brown hair, and pert little nose, she was a gorgeous woman; one with pinkish brown nipples that I now wanted to bite and tease with my tongue until she whimpered for me to stop. 

Chill out Ashley, I told myself, ignoring the hunger pangs between my legs. Good things come to those who wait.

"Oh, I want you to meet this couple," she murmured, grabbing my hand. 

I shrugged. "Okay."

We stopped near an older couple, somewhere in their fifties, and she introduced me.

"Lola and Bill. This is our lovely neighbor I was telling you about," she said, putting a firm arm around my waist.

I raised my eyebrows, wondering what exactly she'd told them about me. I mean, it couldn't have been much. I was eighteen, had fucked her pussy with my tongue while she'd blown her hunky husband. Well, I guess I did babysit for them a couple of times. 

It was all good.

Bill was tall with grayish black hair and was actually quite buff for an older guy. I could tell he worked out by his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He held out his hand and I slipped mine into it.

"Very nice to meet you," he said, giving it an extra squeeze.

Aha...from the hungry look in his eyes, he wanted to meet more of me. This would be an interesting night.

I smiled innocently and removed my hand from his tight grasp. "You too."

"We've heard marvelous things about you," murmured his wife Lola. She was a red-head like me, with short spiky hair, large breasts and a nose ring. I stared at it in awe. It was rare to see a woman in her fifties with a nose ring. I was even more shocked when she said something to Vale and I could see a ring in her tongue, as well.

Oh, my...Kinky. 

"Oh, there's Shane," said Vale. "He's been waiting for you, too."

It was Shane's birthday but I was starting to feel like the star of the party from everyone's interest. About ten pairs of eyes followed us as we moved towards Shane who was in a large Jacuzzi with two other women and a heavier set man. From the look in Shane's blue eyes, he was already tipsy from the margarita he was drinking.

"Hey sexy," said Shane as I stepped closer. "Glad you could make it."

I smiled, and pulled my long red hair to the side. "Thanks for inviting me. Happy Birthday."

He nodded. "Of course."

Vale squeezed my hand. "Would you like to get into the Jacuzzi? We just bought it and I have to say, it feels marvelous on the bod."

It did look inviting and I'd never been in one. I sighed. "Actually, I would, but I don't have a swim suit."

Shane pointed to the two women next to him. "Lisa and Monica just wore their bra and panties."

I licked my lips. "I um...there wasn't any room in my costume for a bra."

My breasts barely fit inside as it was. I'd been cursed and blessed with large breasts. They usually got me lots of attention, wanted and unwanted. 

"Perfect," chuckled Shane. "These two were just talking about going braless as well. Now they'll have to just so you won't feel inhibited. 

He had to have known there was nothing inhibited about me. In fact, the idea of being naked around these people was beginning to turn me on; especially, after Vale had ignited the fire between my legs when I first arrived. I was just happy my mom was over at her boyfriends. She would have been pissed.

I shrugged. "I'm game."

Shane smiled again and I felt my stomach flutter. I knew it was wrong but I had a major crush on Vale's husband. Not only did he have a fucking hot body, but I couldn't get his blue eyes and deep dimples out of my head. I'd fantasized about him so many times in the past couple of months, especially after seeing him naked. I'd wanted him desperately but he was Vale's husband and I wasn't sure if she was down with him fucking another woman. 

"I'll take your clothes," said Vale. "So you don't get them ruined."

There were about twenty guests drinking and partying around the fire, not paying much attention. It was getting dark and the Jacuzzi was half-hidden behind a gazebo. I took off my high heels and then removed my skirt, handing them to Vale, who was staring at my red thong in appreciation. She probably remembered going down on me the first time we'd met. Seeing the look in her eyes, I was happy I'd trimmed my pubes into a little red landing strip. The image of her tongue running through it was enough to soak my panties. The other two women removed their bras and I licked my lips, appreciating the way their breasts peaked out from the bubbles. One of them, Lisa, was almost as voluptuous as me and Monica had breasts the size of small round apples. Both had extremely hot bodies.

I watched in amusement as Shane tried not to show too much interest in their tits, but he was a man. I figured he was already ready to explode under the jet streams.

I smiled. "Here goes nothing."

Then I removed my Little Red Riding cape and finally my top.

"That's what I'm talking about," giggled Vale as I handed her my clothes.

"Come on in," said Shane, his eyes following my bouncing tits as he moved over to make room. Aware that they were jiggling as I moved and my ass probably stood out like two half pale moons because of my thong, I tried hurrying into the hot tub. Unfortunately, I lost my balance and slipped, falling onto the heavier-set guy's lap.

"Whoa," he said, helping me move over, but not before he'd gotten a handful of my tits. His face was flushed and full of pleasure as he stared into mine. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Thanks."

"I should say thank you," he laughed. "I haven't had a woman jump on me like that in years."

The others laughed and I smiled.

"I'm Rick, by the way," he said. "I came with these two," he said, pointing to the women in the tub.

Really?

"Nice to meet you," I answered, sinking into the water until my boobs were covered by the bubbles.

"Would you like a drink?" asked Shane, who was now sitting so close our legs were almost touching.

I nodded. "I'll take whatever you're having."

"I'll bring you one," said Vale, walking away with my costume. "I'll get you a towel, too. I'm sure you're going to be very wet getting out."

Shane smiled wickedly. "Let's hope."

I laughed. 

We started talking about my college and Vale brought out a margarita for me, then went to take care of other guests.

"This is yummy," I said, drinking the citrusy cocktail. 

"They can be dangerous in a hot tub," said Shane. "Sip it slowly or I'll have to carry you out."

I nodded and took another drink. The lime and tequila made me feel warm and fuzzy. 

"Everyone's going into the house," I said, noticing the party moving inside.

"Looks like we'll just have to have our own party, out here," smiled Shane.

"Sounds good to me," I answered.

"I like the color you painted your toenails," said Shane, grabbing my leg so my toes were out of the water. "What's that? Bubble gum pink?"

"It is."

He moved closer and whispered into my ear. "They match your nipples."

I cupped my breasts, lifted them above the water and looked down. "I believe you're right."

Staring at my breasts, he licked his lips and dropped my leg back into the water. A few seconds later, his hand was back on my leg and he began caressing my outer thigh. We were sitting so close, I'm sure nobody even knew. 

I turned to him and licked my own lips.

His eyes burned into mine as his hand slid over the top of my leg until it was now caressing my inner thigh, making me so excited, my legs began to tremble.

I moved closer "What about Vale?" I whispered into his ear.

He smiled wickedly. "She doesn't mind one bit. What do you think is happening in the house?"

I looked at the house and imagined the orgy taking place inside. 

Oh my God.

I looked towards Shane's lap. I had to touch him, feel his arousal. I lowered my hand under the water and grabbed hold of his hard cock, which seemed even bigger than I remembered. My pussy twitched hungrily, wanting him now, thrusting in and out while I rubbed my clit.

"So, how do you like it?" asked Rick, from across the hot tub.

I raised my eyebrows. "What?" He laughed. "The hot tub?"

"I love it," I murmured, now stroking the length of Shane's cock. 

"Nothing like slipping into something... warm and wet," he said, sliding his fingers to my panties. "Best feeling in the world."

"Yeah," I answered in a breathless whisper, anticipating his fingers inside of me.

I watched as the two girls began kissing Rick and I let out a small moan, so totally turned on by what was now happening.

"Come here," whispered Shane, moving me over his leg so he was now behind me and I was sitting between his legs. He began squeezing my breasts with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other.

"Fuck," murmured Rick as one girl pulled out his cock from his shorts and began stroking it while the other trailed her tongue down his neck. 

"Oh, God," I moaned as Shane stuck two of his fingers into my pussy and began wiggling and fucking me with them. 

"Feel good?" he whispered in my ear, biting and licking my lobe.

"Yes," I whimpered as his fingers rubbed my clit.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, flicking his tongue inside of my ear, making me even hotter.

I threw my head back against his shoulder, my long red hair falling over him while he squeezed my tits and rubbed my pussy. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."

"I will, but not yet," he said. "You're going to cum first."

I was ready to cum, as it was, especially now watching Lisa riding Rick's cock while Monica played with her pussy on the ledge of the hot tub, watching all of us. "Won't take long."

Rick stared at my chest while squeezing Lisa's nipples. "Fuck, I love big fucking tits," he growled, licking his lips. 

Shane's hands grasped mine even harder, making me squeal. "Sorry," he said huskily, "I can't help myself. Fuck you're such a hot little thing."

Just when I thought I was going to explode, I was so turned on by everything, Shane lifted me out of the water and placed me on the other ledge with my legs spread. He then lowered his face and attacked my pussy with his tongue.

"Yes," I moaned as he sucked my clit.

"You're so wet," he murmured, making loud sucking noises as he lapped my pussy.

I grabbed his hair and pushed him closer to my slit. "Yeah, that's it. Keep doing that."

He slid his fingers back inside of me and began thrusting in and out, in and out while he ate me. "Cum for me," he demanded. "Come on little pussy. Let me taste your sweetness."

"Oh...God..." I cried out as his tongue sped up and his fingers worked their magic. Soon I was crying out as I exploded all over his lips. 

"Mm..." he whispered, sucking the juices into his mouth. "That's it. Good girl."

When I finally caught my breath he pulled me back into the water, straight down on his throbbing cock, cowgirl style, so I could watch the other threesome as I rode him. He felt so thick and hard, I actually whimpered from the pressure inside of my pussy. 

"Ride my cock," he growled, grabbing my breasts, squeezing hard. "Come on girl."

"Yeah," groaned Rick as the two girls licked and sucked his cock. He was on the ledge now, lying on his back and both girls were between his legs, using their tongues all over his hairy sack and curved cock. 

"Feels so good," I moaned as Shane grabbed my hips, making me slide even faster up and down his rod. "Oh, God!"

"Ride my cock. That's it, fuck me...squeeze your pussy...oh yeah..." he groaned as I clenched the walls of my pussy around him, grappling his cock. "Holy, shit."

I began rubbing my pussy as the two girls devoured Rick's cock. Pretty soon his mouth twisted into a look of pure ecstasy. "I'm going to cum," he growled, just as he shot his load all over the girl's lips and tongues. 

Seeing him explode on the girls and with the rubbing of my clit, I screamed as a second orgasm slammed through my own body. As I clenched up, Shane groaned and pulled out of me, ready to shoot his own load. I turned around and took him in my mouth, sucking furiously. He stiffened up and then shuddered as his salty load rushed into my mouth and down my throat.

"Yeah, swallow it," he grunted. 

And I did. I swallowed and sucked until he pulled away, much too sensitive to be in my mouth anymore.

When it was over, we all grabbed our drinks and stared at each other, sated and exhausted. 

"That was... amazing," said Tina.

I nodded and took a drink of the margarita. "It was. Did you cum?" I asked Tina. I knew Monica had cum a few times. She worked her pussy better than I could have.

She smiled. "Almost."

I put my drink back down and moved over to her. "Well, that's not really fair."

She shrugged. "I'm okay with that."

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

She licked her lips. "Um, no."

"It's amazing," I whispered, now straddling her lap, our breasts touching in the water.

"I bet," she answered softly. She stared into my eyes as I moved my hands to her breasts. "I just... haven't... had the chance."

I raised one of her heavy breasts and began twirling my tongue around the puckered pink nipple. "You do now."

"Oh, God," she moaned, as I bit her nipple playfully and twirled it around with my teeth.

"I'm going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop," I whispered, sucking on her other nipple. "Lick it and bury my face inside. Do you want me to eat you?" 

Her eyes were large as she stared at me. As soon as she nodded, I pushed her out of the water and got between her legs.

"Yes," she whimpered as my tongue stroked her clit. "Oh, my God."

"You like that?" I asked, touching her hole with my finger. I slowly slid it inside and she cried out. 

"Yes," she moaned.

I stuck two fingers inside of her and flicked my tongue around, teasing and sucking on her drenched swollen clit. She was so wet and hot for my mouth, I smiled.

She grabbed her breasts and began kneading them "Yes, please, keep doing that."

My tongue sped up and my fingers began rubbing and stretching inside of her pussy. Soon she was grinding her mound in my face as I sucked and licked her clit greedily. "That's it," I demanded. "Cum on my fucking lips, let me taste that pussy."

Our eyes met and she cried out, bucking against my mouth as I tried to suck her clit while she came. "Yes," she whimpered. "Eat my pussy. Oh my God...yeah!"

As her orgasm ended and she began to relax, I felt hands around my waist, pulling me backwards. This time Monica moved in front of me and began kneading and sucking on my tits. 

"Oh, that was so hot," she whispered, flicking her tongue on my hard nipple. "I want to eat your pussy, now. Make you cum all over my face..."

"Do it," growled Rick, coming up behind us. His hand grabbed my other breast and squeezed. "Then I'm going to bend both of you over and fuck you until you can't walk anymore."

I licked my lips and smiled as her hand moved between my legs. "Well, how can I say no to all of that?



The Hot Tub



I thought for a moment before I blurted it out, but the wine and water didn't exactly add to my sense of propriety. Besides, it was just a sophomoric game, and it was well on its way in this direction anyway.

"Have you ever used a vibrator?" I asked Cathy with a gleam in my eye and a mischievous smile on my lips. Paige laughed and shot me a knowing glance out of the corner of her eye...she knew she'd probably have to field the same question.

Had we not been inebriated already, Cathy may have reacted differently. As it was, she simply feigned shock and giggled before she answered.

"NO!" She spat defensively, "Have you?" Both women burst into laughter. Within the last few questions, the game had turned into a challenge of one-upsmanship, with each question more shocking than the last. The heat and the alcohol were combining to melt all of our inhibitions away, and we were having a great time. As the laughter subsided, Cathy looked to Paige. "Same question to you." She said predictably as she raised her glass to her lips to take another sip.

"And the dare?" Paige asked as she weighed her options.

Cathy thought a moment, and then threw out the challenge: "You have to run down to the dock and back."

Since we had all long-since shed our bathing suits, and Paige was far from an exhibitionist, I knew immediately which option she would take- I was just surprised by her answer.

"In that case," she paused "No, I have never used a vibrator." She looked at me and started laughing instantly.

"Bull-shit!" I yelled on cue. "You love that thing more than you love ME!"

"Well YOU gave it to me!" She cried defensively between cackles.

Cathy was nearly crying as she fought to catch her breath. "No way!" she said incredulously. "YOU?"

"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it!" Paige laughed. 

When the laughter subsided, I reminded her of the rules. "You can't lie..." I said with a smile. "That's the whole point. You have to be punished." I stated matter-of-factly, looking to Cathy who was nodding in agreement.

"Well I'm not running down to the dock," Paige cautioned. "What would the neighbors say? We could never come back!"

"Well then," I offered as judiciously as I could, "I say the punishment should fit the crime." I looked at Cathy for moral support. "Since you love your vibrator so much, I think you should make out with it." 

"You brought it with you?" Cathy asked as she continued to laugh.

"All right." Paige conceded with a smile as she ignored Cathy's question, "but wait until it's my turn...you'll be sorry!"

She stood up and stepped out of the hot tub, quickly donning her robe. "Anybody need a refill while I'm up?" She offered as she turned to walk into the house.

"Just bring the bottle" I suggested as I surveyed the nearly empty glasses. "We're going to need a lot more wine if the game continues like this."

"I'll say." Cathy nodded agreement. She leaned her head back and savored the warm bubbles for a moment.

Paige returned quickly with a fresh bottle of wine in one hand, and her vibrator in the other. She handed me the wine as she shed her robe.

"My true love!" She announced as she held the vibrator aloft and stepped back into the tub. 

"It's so small!" Cathy observed and she giggled again.

"It's not the size that counts..." I chided as I looked to Paige and smiled. "Is it?"

"No it certainly isn't!" Paige agreed, holding it up and twisting the "on" switch as she sank into the water. The vibrator buzzed joyfully to life, singing a high pitched tune and demonstrating the secret of its sex-appeal.

Cathy chuckled with glee. "Now let's see you kiss it!"

Paige rolled her eyes to demonstrate her displeasure with the ludicrous demand. Then she brought the buzzing plastic to her mouth and planted a kiss on the tip. 

"Oooh, it tickles my lips!" She complained as she took it away. "Can I at least turn it off?"

"No way," I said, "You made your bed, now sleep in it!"

"What if ..." she paused to gather her thoughts, "I had a better idea?" She smiled slyly and gave me a wink.

"I'm listening" I said as I peeked at Cathy out of the corner of my eye. She wasn't sure what to make of this unexpected twist.

"Well," she said as she chewed on an evil grin and glided across the tub toward her friend. "Cathy has never felt a vibrator...and I think she should know what she's been missing."

Cathy's broad smile faded. 

"No way." She protested, "This is your punishment, not mine...I'm not going to..."

"Relax," Paige interrupted as she held up her hand. "You don't have to do a thing... besides, it certainly isn't punishment."

I felt Cathy's leg bump into mine as Paige gently pushed her knees apart and slid in between them. Cathy glanced nervously back and forth between us as Paige brought the vibrator up and gently brushed her friend's cheek with it. A grin tentatively returned to Cathy's face, but her posture remained stiff with apprehension as Paige traced a seductive path with the buzzing wand over her chin and down her neck into the steamy water. Seconds later, the vibrator found its mark.

"Oooh! It kind-of tickles" Cathy shivered as she wrinkled her nose and smiled. 

"Not for long!" Paige promised. "Just lean back and relax, let me do all of the work."

Cathy sighed reluctantly but leaned her head back and closed her eyes, apparently resolved to accept my wife's attentions without further protest. Within 60 seconds her comportment had changed noticeably. Her breathing became labored and her brow furrowed as though she were in a state of deep concentration. I felt her leg press against mine as she tried to spread them wider. Paige noticed the shift in demeanor and leaned in to whisper to her friend. 

"Nice, isn't it?" she asked Cathy as she continued to manipulate the vibrator with precision.

"Oh, yeah" Cathy cooed. "It feels so good."

"I'm glad that I can be of service." Paige replied, leaning in further and planting a delicate kiss on her friend's cheek.

"Mmmm, me too" groaned Cathy as she lifted her head and looked at Paige through heavy eyes. Her expression had melted into something unabashedly desirous. She moaned softly and reached out, pulling Paige's naked body to her own and planting a gentle kiss on her lips. They looked into each others' eyes for a moment, and then pressed together passionately; Cathy clutching Paige's hair and moaning as their tongues entangled in a long, wet kiss. 

When they finally parted, Cathy leaned her head back again and gasped as Paige's magic touch continued to make progress. Paige contented herself by exploring Cathy's beautiful body, kissing and licking her long neck and gently caressing her silky breasts with her free hand. 

"Don't stop" Cathy whimpered breathlessly. "Oh, Paige, don't stop."

"Come for me, Cathy." Paige whispered lustfully. "I want to watch you come."

Cathy groaned in response and writhed in her seat, gasping for air. She reached out and clutched Paige's arm in an attempt to insure her friend wouldn't stop. Her knee bumped my leg as she thrust her hips in an effort to grind her pussy in to the vibrator. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she pleaded "I'm coming!"

Paige smiled and watched Cathy's face as her body began to shudder and jerk. She sucked air into her lungs in halting gasps and froze momentarily, her lips locked in a silent scream as she gripped Paige's arm with white knuckles.

She finally groaned heavily, releasing Paige from her grasp and collapsing, totally spent.

Paige retrieved the vibrator and turned it off. She smiled at her grateful friend and theatrically kissed the vibrator once more.

"I've never felt anything like that before in my life" gasped Cathy, still recovering.

"Like I said," Paige replied "my true love."

"Mine too." Cathy agreed with a laugh. "Though the operator wasn't half bad either!" She quickly added, gently brushing Paige's cheek with the back of her hand. "That was amazing." 

"So, I assume my debt is paid in full?" Paige asked as she smiled and looked back and forth between us.

"Oh, I would say so." I readily agreed. "What do you think, Cathy?"

"Not only that," Cathy acknowledged as she continued to gaze at her friend "it seems to me that now I owe you."

"Well, the weekend's just beginning," Paige responded with a smile and a wink, "And I have a few ideas..."



The Hot Tub



It's late as I walk out the door and step out onto the hardwood of the back porch with just a towel on. In the cool night air, there's only one porch light on leaving the area lit with a subtle dim glow. The day was hard and now I'm just looking forward to relaxing. As I walk across the smooth red wood approaching the hot tub I peer out into the night sky and admire the stars glistening in the darkness. I approach the control panel on the corner and check the temperature of the water. Content that the temperature will suffice, I flip the switch of the cover remover and watch the water start to appear as the cover slips away. Steam rises into the cool night air, misting in the dim light. Removing my towel and placing it on the corner of the tub, I climb up the step over the side and slide into the warm water. My body relaxes, every muscle getting used to the temperature of the water. Around me above the water of the tub steam continues to mist, seen only by the light in the bottom of the tub and porch light. Everything past the porch is lost to the night as I recline back sinking into the tub. After a few seconds, my face is now the only part of my body that feels the cool air. Closing my eyes, I let a soothing breath escape my lips.

Suddenly I hear it. A faint rustling is coming from the bushes. Sitting up and looking towards where the source of the sound came from, I strain to see a figure approaching in the dark. You stop at the edge of the porch, and look towards me with a coy look on your face. As the dim light cascades over your body, I see you in a beautiful blue bikini and start to feel myself respond to your beauty. Your gaze locks with mine as I start to drink you in. With your lips parted your chest rises and falls with each measured breathe, the straps of your bikini slowly lifting and falling on your skin. My eyes follow your body down across the smooth skin above your bikini bottoms. The fabric hugs your body tightly, and two bows sit on your hips from the strings holding your bikini to you. I watch as you cross your left knee over in front of your right as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. My eyes slowly trace back up the curves of your body and as I meet your gaze a smirk of a smile starts to cross my face.

Your coy look is replaced by one of clear confined confidence as you take a step onto the porch. Slowly, you start to approach the hot tub. I rise to greet you but you stop dead in your tracks as I stand. I panic as I remember I'm naked and turned on by your presence. For a second thinking you're about to leave, the surprised look on your face is replaced by one much more mischievous. You smile as you reach behind you and start to work on the bottom bow of your bikini top. The fabric loosens across your chest and my breath hitches as your hands rise up behind your neck. The strings come loose from your hands and your top falls to the deck. I finally remember to breathe, feeling my pulse quicken by the sheer intoxicating sight of your bare breasts before me. The amused smile on your face tells me that you like the feelings you're stirring in me. I can't help but think what a tease you can be and how much satisfaction you get from this sweet torture you bring upon me. 

In the cool night air I can see your nipples start to harden, showing the coolness of the night mixed with your true arousal. I'm reveling again at the magnificence of your body as you turn towards your right, moving your face away from my view. You pull one of the strings from the bow on your left hip facing me. As the strings become untied, I watch the fabric fall away from your hip leaving nothing but naked skin on you left side. Letting your face turn back to face me, your amused smile has hints of a smirk as your eyes look at the excitement between my legs. I get a glimpse of your fantastic ass while you turn your back to me and pivot around to show me the bow on your right hip. I all but voice my pleadings for you to pull the strings and let the fabric fall to your feet. Slowly, you pull one of the strings away from your body, your eyes locked on mine as I watch your hand intently. As soon as the bow breaks, you drop the string, and the fabric falls to your feet. 

The tension is palpable in the night air. Your body in the dim light radiates pure seduction as I see you start to breathe hard again in slow measured breaths. My excitement points to the sky as I lift my right hand to signal you to come join me. You turn in the light to face me as you start to walk over. I trace your body from top to bottom taking in every inch and curve. It's overwhelming watching your breasts rising and falling with each step, and my eyes keep coming back to your beautifully succulent pussy framed perfectly by your swaying hips. As you place your hands on the side of the hot tub, I watch you lift your right leg over and into the tub and bring your left after and slip yourself into the water. 

I reach out and pull you in close. Our lips meet almost instantly and I feel your body shudder against mine as out tongues meet. Your breasts against my chest feel amazing, and I feel your nipples hard against my skin. My left hand locks behind your head and grabs gently at your hair holding your head in our passionate kiss as my right hand sinks below the water and around your waist to grab at your beautiful ass. I flex my excitement against your stomach and you break your kiss to look down and see me pointing up right at you. You look back up into my eyes as another wicked grin crosses your face and you sink your body into the water. I expect you to tease me but to my surprise and utter joy you instead take me into your mouth and all the way down in one fluid motion.

I almost buckle over in ecstasy as I just barely keep control holding on by a thread as I run my fingers through your hair. I let you tease me for about a minute before I finally decide I need to taste you. The thought of running my tongue along your pussy taking over all my conscious cognition. I bring you back up into my embrace and hold you in a deep and passionate kiss before I sit you up on the side of the hot tub and lay you back. I decide to use the same approach you did and go straight at you as quickly as possible. My tongue reaches your sweet pussy and I open my eyes to see you arch your back, your breasts lifting to the heavens and your nipples harden begging for attention in the cool air after being submerged in the hot water.

My tongue digs into your pussy lips, separating and finding your most sensitive folds. I only take a few licks before I move up to the sweet pleasure spot I know you love. The moan that escapes your mouth lets me know that I just hit the right spot and I set out to let you have it. Sweet moans and whimpers escape past your lips while my tongue continues to trace the sensitive folds of your pussy and graze your clit lightly. You're distracted and don't realize until they're past your parting lips that I have two fingers slowly entering your pussy. They slowly slide inside you and when I get deep enough I curl them towards me. The hitch in your breath is sudden and followed by a slight sigh as you adjust to the new pleasure coursing through your veins from my relentless assault of pleasure.

It's only a few minutes of sweet torture but I finally decide I can't wait any longer. I want to be inside you, to feel you envelope and hold me tight. I take a few lingering last licks at the sweet juices your letting loose as my fingers slowly slide out of you. I give your pussy one last kiss before I sink back into the water bringing you with me. Settling on my knees on the floor of the hot tub I pull you close. You float up and wrap your legs around my back and then start to slide down in front of me. Your sweet pussy engulfs me as we kiss, holding each other as close as possible as you sink as deep as I will go in you. We both let moans escape our lips while kissing but can't stop; the feeling is pure euphoria. Being inside of you has me lost in ecstasy. The water holds us suspended in time and space only increasing the euphoric feeling for both of us.

I feel your hips start to rise and fall as I start to slowly move in and out of you, enjoying each stroke, each one eliciting a shiver from the base of my spine all the way to my skull, and it makes me surge deeper into you trying to fill and hit every inch inside you. My arms wrapped around your back under your arms easily move you up and down in the water which allows me to quicken the pace and truly start fucking you. I feel you squeeze me in the water and it only increases my urgency to fuck you more.

By the time were both ready to climax, there's water splashing out of the hot tub onto the deck. We're both so out of breathe that we can't sustain a kiss so instead our heads are pushing on one another as we both gasp for air. Our eyes are shut tight as we pull each other as tight as possible but unrelenting in our need to fuck furiously. I finally can't take it anymore and go as hard as I can for a few thrusts before finally driving deep in you and finally succumb to my release. I feel you spasm around me as your climax comes crashing in just on the eve of mine. I hold you tight as you wither and shake, feeling the orgasmic euphoria erupt through your body.

My arms start to relax as I feel your body calm. We both hold each other in blissful embrace as the water starts to settle and the cool night air begins to caress our bodies. Our bodies sink back into the water so that only our heads remain in the mist rising off the water's surface. I'm still trying to catch my breath as I look into your eyes. Your gaze meets mine, your eyes piercing as I hear your breath start to calm. When I feel my breathing become steady and even, I lean in, and feel your lips meet mine.

We simply hold each other for a while, lightly stroking and kissing each other. The water warms us in its sweet embrace as the night sky shimmers above us. I open my eyes to see the mist coming off the water steaming, creating a dreamlike scene around us in dim light of the porch. Your head rests on my shoulder and I settle back against the seat of the tub.

As we sit there in each other's embrace, I look over and admire your beautiful body. In the clear water, I can see your curves and drink in every inch of your body. It's not long before I start to harden again. As if sensing it, you look down and then gaze back up into my eyes, that sly smile crossing your lips. I smile at you and nod towards the back door. You look at me as if contemplating for a second and then in one swift movement, I see your gorgeous body racing for the door. As I get out I can only imagine what awaits me in the bedroom...



The Hot Tub



Please Note: This is the third story in the series of Angel and her Daddy. 

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Drifting happily through the living room wondering what I'll cook for dinner tonight as I smile and think of Daddy sitting at his desk in his office at this very moment. Coming up to the stereo and opening the clear glass encasement to flip on the power button and tune to my favorite radio station. Giggling silently as I turn up the volume slightly so I can hear it in the kitchen as I prepare the nights meal in anticipation of Daddy's arrival home. My heart having grown so full these last few weeks as I think back to my first night with him and again the night he had taken me to "The Park". Remembering how foolish I had been to imagine that he didn't want me anymore or would think our love something wrong. 

Opening the refrigerator and humming to one of my favorite tunes as I reach inside and pull out the lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, carrots and shredded cheese for our salad. Placing everything on the counter top and reaching up higher in the cabinets for the beautiful porcelain bowl that we always us for our salad. Still humming as I expertly cut the vegetables, my hips swaying in time with the music. Adding them to the bowl and covering it with saran wrap before returning it to the refrigerator to stay cool. Tapping my lip with my finger wondering which dressing Daddy would prefer tonight and thinking it best to stay with the Italian that I make and he seems to love so much. Opening the cabinet again and spotting the glass container for making the dressing I walk over and retrieve the stool from the corner of the kitchen and bring it back to step up on. Still having to stand on my tiptoes I reach up with my hand above my head and my fingers grasp the container. 

Smiling as I remember being in this very position last week, reaching for the same container and Daddy walking into the kitchen. At first scolding me for not asking for his help before sliding up next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Sighing softly I can hear his voice in my mind at that moment.

"Well Angel maybe this isn't such a bad position for you after all," he says as his arms wrap more tightly around my waist.

"What are you talking about Daddy?" 

"Raise your arms higher Love," he says intently.

Obediently lifting my arms. Having learned my lesson much earlier with Daddy I do not question his commands. 

"Mmmmm, yes I think this would be a wonderful position for you," he states again.

"Daddy are you teasing me?" 

"Me? Tease? I think you know me better than that Angel."

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, knowing that this day dreaming will get me nowhere but late for finishing dinner I grab the container and step down off the stool. Careful to replace it to the corner that I got it from, knowing how much Daddy hates it when I leave it in the middle of the kitchen. Smiling as I think back as far as I can remember to a time when I was just a toddler and I was dressed in a red, white, and blue sailor girl outfit with matching white stockings with ruffles on the bottom, and black patent shoes. My parents dressed me especially that day for pictures to be taken by the local studio. The memory becoming more clear as I relive the experience of tripping and stumbling in the parking lot outside the studio and skinning my knee, my white stockings stained red. Beginning to cry, not because I had skinned my knee but because I had ruined my outfit and I didn't want Daddy to be angry with me. 

Mixing the herbs and spices with the oil and vinegar and shaking the dressing container vigorously as my thoughts continue this pattern. It seems as far back as I can remember I have done everything within my power to make Daddy happy by behaving and doing my chores and keeping up my grades. My own disappointment and guilt being punishment enough when I know that I have failed Daddy in some way. And now with this new found love for one another, the desperation in my heart to please him and show him how special he is to me almost too much to bare at times.

Stepping back over to the refrigerator and opening the door, I spot the two thick slices of Filet Mignon still wrapped in plastic that Daddy brought home the day before. Smiling I set them on the counter before reaching back inside and opening the vegetable bin to retrieve two potatoes. Closing the door and humming again to another song that drifts in from the living room I wrap the potatoes in foil and poke holes in them before putting them into the oven. My bare feet dancing slightly across the kitchen as I reach for different herbs and spices from the rack and lightly cover the steaks before putting them on a plate. Carrying the plate in one hand and the fork in another I drift back through the living room and to the sliding glass door that leads to our deck outside. 

Stepping outside and taking a moment to watch the beautiful colors of the sun as it slowly begins to set on the other side of the fence that encloses our backyard. Lightly stepping over to the grill, Daddy's prized possession, giggling as these thoughts invade my mind. Carefully turning on the gas and placing the steaks on the rack I shut the lid and turn the heat down to low to let them cook slowly. Taking another look at the sun setting wishing that Daddy was here with me at this moment to see it himself I'm brought back to the present by the ringing telephone. Running through the open sliding glass door and through the living room I catch the phone on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Angel? Where were you?" Daddy asks.

Smiling to myself as the deep timber of his voice makes my heart flip flop in my chest.

"I was in the back," I respond.

"Your homework is done then?"

"Yes, Daddy. I finished it as soon as I got home and now I'm cooking dinner."

"Ahhh, and what are we having tonight Love?"

"Steak," I reply simply.

"Mmmmm, good choice. Angel do Daddy a favor please. Turn up the heat slightly on the hot tub. I just heard the news and it's going to be a cool night."

"Sure Daddy. Have you had a rough day?" I ask wondering if this is his reasoning for wanting the water warm enough to relax in.

"No Love it's been fine. I thought you and I might share some time together tonight. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Daddy I would."

"Good, I'll be home shortly," he says as I hear the phone click in my ear.

Setting the dirty plate that I carried the steaks on in the sink I quickly go back outside and adjust the temperature on the hot tub. Wondering if I should take the cover off now I decide I will leave it on to ensure that the water gets warm enough before Daddy gets home. Smelling the steaks in the air I step back over to the grill and open the lid, using the fork to flip them one time before closing the lid again. That being done and knowing I have a few minutes before I need to check them again I walk back into the kitchen and set about taking plates and bowls, silverware, glasses and napkins from the kitchen and setting the table. 

Giggling as I strategically place each piece of flatware and silverware in it's proper place, remember how I learned all of this at the age of 10 when Mom had sent me to an obedience class for young girls. Thinking back to that time and how stupid I thought it was to be learning how to set a table and which fork to eat with or even how to sit properly in a chair. Being sure to place the cloth napkin on the right side of the plate with the salad fork and dinner fork atop. Setting the knife on the left side of the plate with the salad bowl just above and the dinner glasses above the forks. Stepping back and admiring my work for a moment before going over to the china cabinet and opening the small middle drawer to retrieve the matches for lighting the candles. Striking the match and the smell of sulfur overpowers the smell of the still cooking steaks for just a moment. Carefully lighting the candles and returning the matches to their proper place before going back outside to check on the steaks. 

Opening the grill again and seeing we are coming along well, I sniff deeply. Lifting the juicy steak with the fork to check the underside I do not hear the front door open. Deciding to flip them one more time to finish off the last few minutes of grilling, the hair on my arms tingle and begin to lift. Just before turning to look at what has set me off, Daddy's strong arms come around me and his lips are instantly on my neck. Leaning back into his chest and lifting my chin to accept more of his lips on that spot that always makes me tingle.

"I didn't even hear you come in Daddy," I say through soft sighs.

"That was the point Love. I wanted to surprise you," he says through his continued nibbles on my neck. 

His hands drift up from where they had come to rest on my waist and slide further to cup my breasts. I know he can feel my nipples hard against his palms, wondering if he knows it is his attention to my neck that causes them to get that way so quickly. Squeezing and kneading my bra-covered breasts through my shirt he moves to the other side of my neck to give it equal attention.

"The steaks smell wonderful Angel. Did you remember to use the lemon pepper that I like?" he asks.

"Of course I did Daddy," I say as my lashes flutter and I push my chest more into his palms.

Leaning my head back against Daddy's chest as he continues his gentle assault of my neck and his fingers find my hardened nipples through the material of my shirt and bra. Tugging them softly and making me arch more I wonder again how it is possible for him to carry on these simple conversations with me at the same time that he drives me wild with his touches and kisses. Disappointment fills me as he steps back from me and his hands leave my breasts and his lips fall from my neck.

"Careful Angel, you wouldn't want Daddy's dinner to burn now would you?" he teases.

Sighing, "No, Daddy." 

"I'm going to go change, I'll be down shortly," he says as he turns and walks back into the house.

Following him only for a moment to retrieve a clean plate from the kitchen before stepping back outside on the deck and to the grill. Taking the steaks off the grill and turning the gas off before walking back in the house and shutting the screen door behind me. Stepping up to the dining room table and placing the much larger, thicker, steak on Daddy's plate at the head of the table before placing my steak on my own plate. Taking the empty plate back into the kitchen and setting it in the sink before opening the refrigerator and grabbing the salad bowl and Italian dressing. Returning to the table and setting the salad bowl in the middle and the dressing closer to Daddy's spot. Walking back into the kitchen and reaching inside the drawer for the potholders I can hear Daddy upstairs moving around his bedroom. Covering my hands with the holders and opening the oven I reach inside and grab the two hot foil covered potatoes. Walking quickly back into the dining room and placing the potatoes on our plates. 

Hearing the stairs creek I quickly return to the kitchen and set the potholders on the counter before reaching inside the refrigerator and bringing out Daddy's wine and my iced tea. Walking into the dining room at the same time Daddy walks in from the living room. Smiling as I see he has gotten comfortable in his forest green robe and black leather slippers. Blushing as I wonder to myself if he is wearing his trunks under his robe, I let my eyes drop quickly to his crotch to see if I can tell. His eyes settle on mine as he watches me and I'm sure he knows what I'm doing as I quickly look away. Keeping my eyes down and away I hand him the wine bottle and take my seat at the center of the table to the right of his own. 

"Everything looks wonderful Angel," he says as he steps behind my chair and kisses my cheek.

"Thank you Daddy," I say as my cheek blushes further beneath his lips.

Opening the wine bottle as I reach for my tea his hand settles on mine to stop me.

"I think you deserve a bit of a treat tonight. Would you like to have some wine with me?"

"Yes Daddy," I say as excitement slowly builds inside of me. 

Remembering the last time I drank wine with Daddy at the restaurant before he took me to the Park that I now consider our Park. Not able to look at that same Park in the same way since the night that we shared there. 

Pouring my glass full of the dry white wine before filling his own and taking his seat. Leaning in closer to the table and reaching for his fork we begin our dinner through slow and familiar conversations.

"How is your geometry class going Angel? Mr. Raines treating you any better?" he asks.

"Better Daddy, I stay after school everyday to get some extra help from him." 

"Very good Angel, I'm glad to see you taking such initiative to keep your grades up."

My heart swelling with pride I take another bite of my steak, savoring the tangy lemon pepper flavor on my tongue. 

"Daddy, I have a question to ask you," I say hesitantly.

"Ask Love," he offers.

"Well, um, Greg wants to take me to the movies Friday night, may I go?"

Sitting back in his chair as he ponders his answer while slowly chewing his latest bite of steak. His arms shifting to rest on the arms of his chair as his back straightens.

"Angel I don't think that is a very good idea, and I'm sure if you thought about it long enough you would agree with me," he answers slowly before leaning forward again and taking another bite of food. His eyes leaving mine as if to show me that this conversation has come to an end.

"But Daddy, I've been very good lately and my grades are not slacking at all, why can't I go?" I question again, not taking the hint from him earlier.

Lifting his eyes from his plate, they pierce into my own and I squirm slightly in my seat.

"Angel I know you are not arguing with me," he says as his fork stops midway to his plate.

"No, Daddy I'm not trying to argue with you but I don't understand why I can't go if I've been so good," I say still pushing the issue.

"Well then let me give you a more clear answer as you seem to need one so badly. First, I do not like Greg. He was lucky I have even allowed him to take you to prom or on other dates. Second, you are mine now, and I remind you that you gave yourself completely and willingly to me. I think I have made that very clear to you before, haven't I?" he pauses for me to answer.

"Yes, Daddy you have," I respond as I drop my head slowly in shame.

"And third Angel, if you want to go to a movie then ask me to take you and I just might."

Slowly twirling my fork through the potato as Daddy leans in to take another bite of his own food, I am ashamed for asking Daddy if I could go with Greg. 

"Angel stop playing with your food. If you're finished eating take your plate into the kitchen and get started on the dishes," he says with the touch of annoyance in his voice. 

Standing up and placing my silverware on my plate I take my dirty dishes into the kitchen, hearing Daddy's deep intake of breath as I walk out of the dining room, I know I have disappointed him. Rinsing the dishes in the sink before placing them in the dishwasher, I wonder how I could have been so stupid as to ask Daddy that question. Not really wanting to go to the movies with Greg but knowing I would see all my other friends at the mall was my true motivation. No matter that, even if I tried to explain it to Daddy now it would only seem like I was making excuses. Sighing softly as I continue to clean up the dishes and around the kitchen I wonder how I will ever get out of the mess I have gotten myself into.

Walking back into the dining room and beginning to clear the table of the condiments and salad bowl while Daddy continues his meal. He watches me closely but I cannot look at him as I set about finishing my task. 

"Are you done Daddy?" I ask softly as I see his clean plate.

"Yes, Angel."

Taking his plate and returning quickly to the kitchen to get away from the very presence of him until I can figure out what to say and how to correct this situation. Finishing the dishes and cleaning off the countertop as Daddy steps around the corner and stands there watching me.

"Angel, I'm going to get in the hot tub, join me when you're finished," he says before he turns away.

Stopping quickly and turning back around he continues, "Oh and Angel, no need for a suit tonight," he finishes as he turns and heads outside.

Stepping around the corner for a moment and watching his backside as he steps out on the deck and closes the door behind him. Seeing the stiff straightness of his spine I know that he is tense now that we have had this misunderstanding. Watching him as he steps over to the hot tub and lifts the cover off, the steam rising up quickly into his face before he steps away and sets the cover aside as neatly as he always does. Smiling to myself as I watch Daddy remain as composed as ever even though it seems we have had a falling out. Wondering about the differences in us, whether it is just the difference between male and female, which makes us react so differently to situations. His anger and frustration in me tightly controlled within him while I hid myself away quickly in the kitchen unable to look him in the eye.

Sighing as I finish drying my hands on the towel and watch Daddy step closer to the hot tub and dip his foot inside testing the temperature. The smile that plays across his lips tells me at least that I've done one thing right at the moment. Hoping that this one small thing will in some way help to ease his disappointment in me for asking such a stupid question earlier. My heart beats more quickly as his strong hands come down to the tie on his terry robe and he opens it. Taking one small step forward to get a better look, I watch him shrug his shoulders from his robe and his body is exposed. The last of the days rays glimmer on his bronze skin and glisten over the dark curls on his chest and my question from earlier is answered. My eyes drift down his body and I see his limp cock resting over his hanging sack before he turns and rests his robe on the bench. 

My heart fluttering in my chest I turn and run back through the kitchen and around the other side, coming out in the hallway before racing up the stairs to my bedroom. Quickly stripping myself of my shorts and panties, t-shirt and bra, and sliding into my own pink plush terry cloth robe. Walking out of my bedroom with purpose and going to the hall closet I retrieve two towels as I remember that Daddy hadn't brought any down earlier. Walking back down the stairs, feeling a little better about myself I head down the hall and back into the living room and to the sliding glass door. Stopping for a moment I see Daddy relaxed in the tub, his arms up over the sides, his head back and his eyes closed, his jaw set and his lips tight. I wonder what he is thinking? 

The light from the sun now so far off in the distance as the darkness settles down over our back yard. Opening the sliding glass door and stepping out onto the deck, Daddy's head comes up and his eyes meet my own.

"Turn the light on Angel," he says before closing his eyes again and resting his head.

Reaching back inside the door and flipping the one light in the corner of the yard that casts a soft yellow glow over the grass and water. Far enough away not to be bothersome yet close enough to give enough light to see into each others eyes, I know this is his favorite light of all our outside ones. Closing the screen door behind me and walking over to the hot tub I place the towels on the bench next to Daddy's robe and my hands come together at the ties of my own. No longer feeling that nervousness and embarrassment that used to come when I was naked in front of Daddy I open my robe and let it slide from my shoulders. Watching him now I see that he has not even opened his eyes and I wonder if he knows that I am undressing. Setting my robe on the bench I return to the tub and slip my foot inside the soothing warm water and coming to rest on the bench inside the tub. Stepping down and adding my second foot to the water, I again notice that Daddy has not opened his eyes. Stepping off the bench and further into the tub, the water coming up to above the tips of my nipples I walk across the tub and sit on the bench opposite of Daddy. Still I wonder because he has not opened his eyes. Sitting back comfortably and enjoying the warm water I too close my eyes and lean my head back.




The Hot Tub



Steve watched as Jessica tied the top of her bikini. He had just bought it for her and remembered how she had attracted the eyes of all the male, and a few female customers, when she had tried it on in the store. It was white in color and made of a very thin fabric, accentuating her tanned Asian skin very well. The top was very low cut and barely covered her ample breast. Her nipples pushed against the thin fabric, causing a significant rise in Steve's own sexual thoughts. The bottom of the suit was made of the same material as the top and tied on the sides. Jessica had joked about how easy it would be for someone to remove it. 

Steve had bought the suit for Jessica as a way to apologize for the previous evening. Hoping it would put her in a better mood towards him. She had been giving him the cold shoulder ever since the club. They were on there vacation and this was supposed to be a happy time. 

It all started the night before at a club on the strip. Jessica wore a very revealing short black skirt and a white blouse. Steve had convinced her not to wear any panties or bra, and the aurora of her nipples could be discerned through the thin material of her blouse. Jessica had been the perfect picture of an Oriental Goddess, and received many admiring glances. There was no doubt of this as events in the club would later prove.

Shortly after arriving at the club Steve had gone to get drinks. The line was very long and it took quite a bit longer than he had anticipated. Upon his return he was surprised to see a tall Latin gentleman had joined Jessica. He was very muscular and well dressed.

Jessica had once told him that she had a fantasy of being seduced by a Latin guy, and this guy appeared to be trying to fulfill it. He was totally engrossed in her and had his arm around her with is body pressed close to hers. He was so engrossed in Jessica that he totally missed Steve's return to the table. Jessica did not though and quickly slid away from the guy, returning her hands to the tabletop. It had not occurred to Steve until just then, but what they had been doing under the table made him quite curious. 

As Steve sat down the gentleman began fidgeting in his seat. Clearly nervous as Jessica introduced Steve as her husband. The Guys name was Tony and his nervousness was quickly replaced with shock at Steve's friendly attitude and invitation to stay. 


As the evening continued it was plain to Steve that Jessica was clearly enamored with Tony, and it seemed the more she imbibed the more open she was about it. Tony seemed fully aware of the situation and was taking complete advantage of Jessica's inebriation. Steve had seen his hands find Jessica's breast on more than one occasion as they danced across the floor. 

Steve supposed he should be jealous and wondered if he should say something. He looked over at the two just in time to see Jessica pushing her tongue down Tony's throat. Tony had slid his hands up Jessica's blouse and was fondling her breast, rolling her nipples around in small circles. Jessica's top was now completely up over her breast. Her naked nipples only protected by Tony's touch. The two had gathered quite an audience as the song ended and an embarrassed Jessica looked around and quickly returned to the table. 

Tony excused himself to utilize the restroom. Steve wondered what kind of relief he really needed knowing Jessica must have left him very needy. Steve looked at Jessica not knowing what to say. Interestingly enough he had found Jessica's little display strangely erotic and wished she would continue. 

Ever since Jessica had confessed her fantasy to Steve he had entertained his own fantasy of watching her service a well off Latin gentleman. He had mentioned it to her once, but she rebuked him saying "He must not love her very much. "Did not he know the deference between fantasy and reality." 

Steve had decided to broach the subject again, but was interrupted by Jessica who stated she was tired and wanted to go home. Steve looked over his shoulder as he followed Jessica out of the club. Tony was just returning from the restroom and was clearly confused by there sudden departure. Steve could only look at him and shrug his shoulders as they walked out the door.

Steve slipped back to reality as he heard Jessica say she was going to the hot tub to try out her new suit. Steve asked her if she wanted him to come, but Jessica snapped back "No; I just want to be alone." 

Steve wondered what he could do to make things better as the door closed behind her. The smell of her perfume was still in the air as he laid down on the bed for a short nap.

Upon awakening Steve saw things in a much more positive light and decided he would take Jessica out to dinner. A quick look around the room revealed that she had not yet returned from the hot tub. Steve quickly put on his on trunks and headed for the hotel hot tub.

Steve was lost in his own thought of his sexy Asian wife upon arriving at the pool area. As he rounded the corner her heard obvious moans of pleasure coming from the area of the hot tub. He slowed his walk as he approached the ivy-covered trellis surrounding the hot tub.

Peering through the trellis Steve saw three young Latin guys sitting around the pool. He recognized one of the guys as Tony from the night before. Tony was in the throes of passion and had his hands wrapped around a brunette head buried between his legs. The other two guys not to be out done were running their hands over the young lady enjoying the curves of her body. 

Suddenly Tony screamed that he was cumming and Steve saw the young ladies head bucking between his legs. Steve watched, jealously, as the young lady continued milking Tony's cock for every drop of its precious contents. 

Steve briefly wondered what had happened to Jessica as he voyeuristically watched the action before him. A few seconds later his question was answered as the three men re-positioned the young lady. Steve gasped as Jessica's head came into view, her face still covered with the glaze of Tony's cum. His shock quickly turned to deviant sexual arousal as he saw what the three guys had in store for Jessica. 

They quickly removed her bikini, unceremoniously tearing it from her body. One of the three men changed places with Tony. As Jessica obediently wrapped her lips around his huge Latin cock the second guy roughly forced his cock deep into Jessica's oriental cunt, telling her he was going to fuck her like her husband never could. Jessica gasped with pleasure or pain, Steve couldn't tell which, but whatever it was she was pumping her pussy against his hard cock like she never had with him.

Tony then came over and gently entered Jessica's ass. Steve choked at the size of his wife's Latin lovers huge cock, as it slid into Jessica's virgin ass. The three guys had Jessica spread like an erotic Oriental slut, filling all of her holes at once. 

Jessica's legs were spread wide and Steve could see her pink pussy being stretched by the magnificent shaft pushing its way into her. Steve had never seen Jessica like this before she was in total submission to the three men. Letting them use her tight little Asian body in whatever slutty way they wanted. 

All three of them were moaning with the pleasure of fucking her holes and traded positions several times. Steve couldn't tell which hole Jessica enjoyed having filled the most but new she was in incredible ecstasy. Each time they traded places they would tell her what a little yellow slut she was and how she was their bitch and had to do what they wanted. Each time one of the Huge Latin cocks entered Jessica's cunt she would scream "fuck me, I'm your bitch, Oh fuck me, make me your whore." 

Jessica began to moan that she was cumming and Steve watched as the three guys pumped their spunk down Jessica's throat and over her body, Covering her Bare tits, stomach and ass with their white milk. As Steve silently slipped away Jessica was going from guy to guy. Wrapping her soft lips around their hard tools ensuring that she had received all the milky liquid they had to offer. 

Back in the room Steve returned to the bed and was feigning sleep upon Jessica's arrival. He asked if she had enjoyed her time in the hot tub as Jessica approached him. She shook her head yes as she softly kissed his lips saying, "she was sorry that she had been such a bitch and that everything would be fine now. The hot tub had been so relaxing that she might have it do it every day."



The Hot Tub



We're sitting in the hot tub, kids around, all having fun, warm water splashing around the kids and us. We're sitting near each other, our bodies touching under water. Each slight touch causing chills to pass through us. I sit close enough to you so that when I turn my head my hair rubs on your shoulder. The kids think this is funny, long blonde hair attached to your shoulder. We both laugh at their amusement. Your hand reaches up to move my hair off of your shoulder; electricity rushes through my body at the touch of your hand.

I'm hoping the kids tire out soon so that I can have you alone in here. It's been a long day for them, skiing like little pros all day long; they should be tired by now. One at a time they haul their bodies out of the tub, claiming they are tired and heading off to bed. We give them a few minutes to settle in, wait for the lights to turn out. It's our time now, just the two of us.... out in the hot tub.... darkness.... no one around. Finally, we're alone. The kids are asleep. Not a person in sight, not even a house close by. It's quiet, so much so, I can hear you breath.

I love teasing you. I slip to the middle of the hot tub and let myself slide between your legs. I inch back toward you slowly, my head resting on your shoulder. My bum gently rubbing against your cock. Ahhh, I see that you are already a little excited too. I can feel it. MMMMMM, that hardness between your legs rubbing against me.

Your shoulders and up are above water.... enjoying the mixture of hot water and cold air. You motion for me to come closer to you. I tickle the hair under your arm as I move nearer to your body. I let the water carry me, my leg moving over your lap, sitting over you as I would a horse. I let my body settle down in your lap, my knees apart, feeling you between them. Your kisses arouse me. Deep hungry kisses.... kisses wanting more and more. Your lips are like the softest petals, enveloping mine so that it makes my head spin as though I had several glasses of wine. Our bodies are moving against each other.... just waiting...waiting and knowing what is to come.... soon.

My lips move away from your hungry lips, you moan with displeasure until my lips touch your neck then you again sigh.... pleasurably. Passion, kisses of passion surround your neck. The kisses come up to your ear where my tongue sweeps inside of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. My lips tug on your earlobe, tasting the water from the tub. You hear me whisper to you, "I love you so much, make love to me now. My love, love me now. Make love to me like only you know how.”

Oh, how hard you are for me. I love feeling your hardness against me, letting me know how much you want me. You pull the straps of my bathing suit down, kisses following the path. Your lips tease my nipples as you reach farther down to remove the suit from my body. Your hands linger on my butt...a little squeeze since the water won't allow the light slap you were hoping for. I'm naked against you. I want you the same. I want to feel your naked body tight against me. My hands slip underwater and slide off your trunks. 

My fingers flirt with your hard cock. They slide up and down like a ring on a finger. Tighter they get, pushing upwards. Then back down. I ask you, "You like this?" You moan..."Yes!" I move the outer skin of your cock upward and downward; the veins stand out against my hand. Pure pleasure. 

With your cock as a lever I rise upward in the water and settle down upon your member as you enter my pulsating pussy. You are as ready as I have ever seen. Oh my darling you are in heat and I shall do my level best to satisfy that animal hunger. Your hands hold my butt pulling me downward on my cock. Your arms encircle my neck and our mouths meld into one. Tongues dueling, bodies bouncing, my breasts flapping on the water in a sexual rhythm. Bouncing around, you slip off the seat and we bob awkwardly in the tub. Our lips part as you begin to laugh at our predicament. 

Quickly you push my back against the edge of the tub standing as my legs wrap around your waist. You pump your cock fast and hard into my pussy again and again. My eyes just sparkling, daring you to go faster. The smile on your face lets me know you will, as my body moves against the resistance of the water. In and out, two slow strokes and one hard fast one. Our bodies tense as we begin to feel the spasm form. Hold back as long as you can...and then the explosion. The water forms waves as your balls empty themselves into me. Bits of our love juices float to the surface while we try to empty ourselves of the last drop.

My wet hair is getting in your face and you brush it behind my ears. Kissing you again and again. Feeling myself holding you so close not ever wanting to release you. My legs turn you loose and you turn me on my back supporting me with your hands and walk me around the hot tub. The cold air against your back causes you to squat as you move me about in the water. My sweet baby...how wonderful you are!



The Hot Tub



Setting the Stage

I knew a secret about my sister that I’ve carried for years. Not a secret really, but a collection of memories from her younger years. It was this: She got extremely horny any time she drank. I don’t know how many, if any, of her friends or boyfriends ever noticed this but in my years of growing up with her, sharing the house the way we did - I had. It’s not that she was a slut either. She tended to have regular boyfriends, real relationships and she did not ‘put out.’ But those nights she came home drunk, I could see it in her eyes. The desire, and she would rub herself into the furniture watching TV with me, even touch herself for a little while before she went to bed. I loved watching her those nights, her raw sensuality. And I envied her looks, her sexuality and popularity. Anyway, it didn’t matter much anyway, I was her brother. . .

My sister Teresa moved away at 18 (I was 16) and got married when she was 19 to a really great guy. I was married quite a bit later when I was 24. My sister’s marriage was falling apart the year that Sophie and I were married, and before our first years anniversary we began receiving these frantic calls from T (what I liked to call her). I mostly talked to her, consoled, listened, gave advice; and we got very close, like when we were younger in our teenage years and through it all Sophie was very supportive. 

Then came the day I got the call, “Jack, I need a break. I’m too overwhelmed. I’m going to snap. I just need a week away. Can I stay at your house?” 

“Uh, sure. I need to check with my wife, but yeah. It should be fine.” 

I knew it would be, my wife Sophie and my sister T got along great.

We made the arrangements, she was going to come Saturday night the following weekend and stay seven days. Both Sophie and I were busy with our work and we knew that T did not have a job so she would basically be hanging around our house during the week. But we really didn’t mind - that’s what families are for.

And then I did something two days before she was to arrive. I don’t know why, it was almost unconscious. I went to the store and bought a case of really good wines; and a couple expensive bottles of Irish Whiskey (my sister’s favorite). My wife and I keep virtually no alcohol in the house, and I passed it off as the liquor store having a huge sale (a lie) and the fact that we would be entertaining all week (the truth).

Day One - Arrival

T showed up Saturday afternoon, she is dishwater blonde, petite and still adorable - a little girls face. She had this wonderful loose, innocent and languid sensuality about her. Her mouth was wide and full, red; and her smile broad filled with white teeth. She had wonderful curves, narrow waist and well defined ass. Really great. Actually, I can’t say that when she came to the door I really noticed all these things but that’s T. She walked in with her bags, wearing a pair of jeans and lovely body shaping low cut T-shirt. 

Sophie is not like T at all, she is thinner, smaller breasts, very blonde shorter hair, a little bit lighter skin tone, more of that Scandinavian look (which she is). Sophie had deep blue eyes to T’s grey/green.

T was pretty quiet and down as we showed her around, set her up in her room, fixed a nice dinner and sort of sat and watched television. She thanked us profusely, sat on the couch in her jeans and low cut top (was I noticing now?). And it was a pretty quiet evening. She went and changed into some amazing red silky pajamas beneath a thin black robe she let hang open, which is totally her style from my memory. She sat with us a little longer, head laying on the sofa, and then went to bed about nine. 

Sophie looked at me when she was gone and said, “Wow, she’s pretty upset. I’ve never seen her that quiet.” 

“I told you.”

One other thing to add to this story. We have a big hot tub that sits out on the back deck, set back from the house in amongst some shrubs and trees. We love it, had it installed about two years ago while we were still just living together. Sophie and I have a great sex life and it now includes that hot tub. 

We use it about three times a week or so and after T went to bed, Sophie came over sat on my lap and breathed in my ear, “Come on lets go into the tub.” And she started tugging at my shirt pulling it out of my pants and then unbuttoning me. I looked up at her blue soft eyes and wet lips, kissed her and lay my hands on her breasts while tugging at her top. We tongued and undressed slowly.

“We need to keep the lights out though,” I said looking back toward the bedroom where T was. “You can see the tub through her window.”

“Oh, uh Ok, she’s probably asleep now anyway. Come on.” And Sophie rose seductively, taking my hand and pulling me along.

We left a little trail of clothes out to the tub. Needless to say I had a great evening.

Day Two

Next morning I was in the kitchen in sweats fixing my morning coffee and T came out wearing her red pajamas and open muslin robe. Black and red. These pajamas were damn fine, loose silk shorts and silk top and not fully buttoned. I could see her tummy. God she looked good. Then Sophie came out in a robe covering the smallest of negligees which - though it was invisible under the robe - I knew was there. Damn, I’m in heaven I thought. I handed coffees all around.

T leaned against the counter staring at her morning cup of coffee, hair hanging down, disheveled, and said straight away, “I didn’t know you guys have a hot tub.”

Sophie and I looked at each other. I replied matter of fact, “We, uh, put it in awhile ago. It’s great. We love it.” 

T looked at Sophie, and then at me, “I bet you do.”

Did she see us?

Sophie just said, “It’s nice,” sipping her coffee and glancing again at me. 

T had this expression on her face that was interesting. She kept looking down and then sidelong at the both of us. Somehow the topic raised a sexual tension in the room, and considering how freshly fucked Sophie looked just now I think she got a little shy. There was a pause, and then Sophie just took her cup and walked into the living room.

“Did I embarrass her?” T mouthed at me.

“She’s fine.”

********

It was Sunday and the day was fun really. There were chores to be done, things to fix. Sophie and T went shopping, I watched a basketball game. Great day. In the early afternoon T and Sophie got home and Sophie wanted to take a quick nap. So T came in and sat with me. 

“How you doing?” I asked.

“The million dollar question. Everybody asks me that. Truth is I don’t know. I don’t even feel like I’m in my body right now. It all feels so unreal.”

“So what is going wrong between you two. He’s a great guy!”

Her eyes started to glass up.

“Great guy, great guy. That’s what everybody says. He’s a great guy that doesn’t love me anymore, thinks that I don’t love him. He won’t touch me anymore. Hasn’t for awhile.”

“You mean . . . physically?”

She threw her hair back, defiant, “Sex,” she mouthed the word with her red lips. “No sex. Nada. He accuses me of seeing other men. Doesn’t want to sleep with a whore. I don’t know where it came from, out of the blue. Truth is I think it’s a projection. I think he’s seeing someone. Trying to push me away, make me be the bad guy. Cause he’s such a GREAT guy.” And she put her head down again and I could tell she was tearing up.

“You never told me about the physically part,” I said. “How long?”

“Six months now. God. Six Months! What am I supposed to do? We used to have great sex.” She paused, “Great.” She sat over by me and looked at me with her tear streaked face.

“Do you love him?” I asked.

She just started to cry some more and wipe her eyes. The pain was so palpable. I slid closer to her and put my arm around her shoulder, touched her nose wiped some of the tears from her cheeks. She looked softly at me, “I think I still do. I want to. But I don’t know anymore. I’m just always walking on eggshells.”

It was heartbreaking. “You have my support sis.” 

And she leaned her whole body into me which was a bit of a surprise. I could feel her breasts on my chest and arm, which was totally fine. But the softness and roundness of her flesh was wonderful. She smelled wonderful and I put my nose into her hair and rocked her.

“It hurts so much,” she really started to cry now. “Do you know how long it has been since anybody has even just held me?”

I just kept rocking her slowly holding her stroking her hair, cooing “It’s ok. It’ll be ok.”

T settled down some, apologized as she sat before me with her streaked face and disheveled hair.

“I’m a mess. I’m so sorry, so sorry.” She got up to go fix herself up.

*********

That evening we had a wonderful time, we had barbecued chicken, corn, a real family meal. I brought out the first bottle of wine. A Riesling, one I knew T would like. We stood out on the back patio sipping our wine and cooking, and T kept looking at the hot tub which was settled in nicely among landscaped pine trees, shrub roses, and privet hedges. 

She looked at me and then Sophie, “Maybe we could hot tub later this evening?”

“Uh,” was all I could manage and now my eyes darted to Sophie.

She smiled, “That would be fine. We don’t normally wear anything but we could find some bathing suits. . .”

T interrupted with, “Oh, I don’t care. I didn’t bring a suit anyway. It would be like when Jack and I took baths together.” She smiled wide over her drink, all teeth, sipping on her second glass of Riesling. I could see her cheeks reddening.

“We were six!” I rejoined. Everybody laughed. 

Then, “Chickens ready!”

I pulled out another nice bottle of white wine. And by the end of the meal Sophie and I had had two glasses of wine each, and T had put away at least three. We were feeling good, tipsy, relaxed, telling jokes. Truthfully I never drink and so am really quite a lightweight. 

About nine o’clock there was this lull in conversation when T rose from the table and said, “I feel like a hot tub,” and walk away. 

I saw Sophie reach and pour herself a third glass and down about half in one swallow, and look at me as she did. She then rose herself and said, “OK.”

We went to our rooms where there were robes in the closet and got ready. Sophie and I changed quietly. This was no big deal really; we had many gatherings, many friends and we would all change and run out to the tub and soak together au natural, but the fact that T was my sister was a little bit in the air. 

We all stood at the edge of the tub which was steaming into the air and bubbling in a wild foaming cauldron that formed an opaque white surface. I went first, dropping my robe off and standing for the first time in twenty years nude before T and then sank down into the tub. The two girls were next. I wasn’t going to stare, but certainly noted that as T’s robe fell she had the most wonderful full breasts, large aureoles and this cute little triangle patch of brunette pussy. The kind that is set low on the abdomen, and then as she turned to seat herself. Damn! T has the finest ass! And for just a moment this flash of pussy from between her legs as she bent down into the water. It is always a pleasure to see a naked woman, no matter what, or who, for a guy. It’s a reality hard wired into our brain.

We each sat in a corner and let the jets massage our muscles with hot water, and we each had our respective glasses of wine. I had also opened and set out another bottle by the edge of the tub.

“More wine?” 

Sophie slid across with her glass, came over and sat right down on my lap. I poured out a little bit more as Sophie wrapped herself around me, tugging at my earlobes, then kissed my neck a little and snuggled in. T watched us earnestly and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was beginning to feel down. She was the odd one out. Her husband was not here, wanted nothing to do with her - and me with Sophie sitting in my lap giggling and wiggling around reminded her of that. 

A few moments later, sensing T’s mood and wanting to do something about it I announced, “Time to switch corners. Each corner has a different set of jets.”

We switched each to another corner. Sophie however began to move again toward me.

T said darkly, “If Bob were here he’d stay in his corner. Even if he were here I’d still be alone.”

Sophie slid back.

I interjected, “Come on. Relax. You’re supposed to relax, close your eyes. Let the water work its magic. Disappear for awhile T.”

“You’re right. Sorry for . . .” She leaned back and didn’t finish.

And then rather than let Sophie move again I went and sat between the two girls, put my arm around Sophie and let it drift down under the water rubbing and cupping her small breasts, feeling her nipples rise under my touch and drifting to the small of her belly. She was sipping her wine some more. Both women were drunk now, and my secret memory of T was being triggered. T was drunk.

Sophie came over then and slipped back onto my lap where I was sitting, and reaching with her hand beneath the opaque water started to rub my cock. She was being very naughty right now. I wrapped my left arm around her waist and let my hand slide down between her legs to her blonde puss, but again there was T out of the corner of my eye. Beautiful beautiful T pouting in the corner.

She was sitting with her eyes closed, but then opening them briefly to look at us, then closed again. Quiet, and I could tell sad. And then I did what I never intended, never dreamed. As I caressed Sophie with my left hand sliding along her front and down between her legs. I reached across with my right hand beneath the water and began to stroke T’s thigh as well. Just the outside edge of her thigh up to her hip where I could feel the swell of her ass and then back down to her knees, scraping her lightly with my nails.

Her eyes immediately opened and caught mine and she smiled a coy little smile, closed her eyes again, and did not move a muscle, said nothing. My heart began to pound and my cock went immediately hard, to the simple joy of Sophie now whose hand wrapped around the head (believing it to be entirely her doing) and began pushing my cock down between her legs. Sophie was certainly preoccupied and in her drunken state was trying to maneuver herself and me in a pretty obvious manner which I’m sure she ‘thought’ was surreptitious. 

T for her part shifted slightly closer, closer, giving me better access now to her body. So I continued to stroke her from just under the surface of the water line; first her front and back, even brushing the swells of her breast lightly, and then down around her ass, feeling her hip bone and the start of the crack of her ass. I rubbed my hand again down along the length of her thigh to her knee, which she had also turned and shifted closer to me so that her knee was almost touching us. I let my hand lay on her tummy and palmed her there below her navel sliding lower until I just grazed the top her pubic hairs. I saw her eyes go wide when I touched her there with my now trembling hand, but she did not move or give any outward indication what I had just done. She was ‘resting’ in her corner. 

Gradually, she kept shifting her body without the slightest notice of Sophie who was engaged in her own ‘secret’ and drunken activity. And this is how we all sat for what seemed like forever in that steamy heat.

T continued to smile, glancing at me occasionally.

“Isn’t this great.” I said.

Sophie purred, “Mmm, yeah. Just what I needed. Great idea Teresa.”

And T just saying, “I’m invisible, pretend I’m not here.” And then, “These jets are great. I bet they’d be good on my legs.” And she turned herself so that her back was too us now. 

I now had unfettered access to T’s back and ass, while I was also slowly sliding my cockhead back and forth along the wet little slit of my naughty wife. She was getting so wet and I could feel her opening to me. I whispered to her, “You are being so naughty.”

She just whispered back, “Shhhh”

My right hand now was stroking T’s ass and sort of testing, teasing her. I was slidding my fingers into the crack of her ass and following it down to the seat. Then back up around her hips and testing testing that edge where she was sitting. She didn’t move, but each time I slipped a finger into her ass crack as far as I could there was a lovely little moan, “Mmmmm,” from the corner. 

Emboldened I began pushing harder, pressing lifting, basically attempting to reach beneath her, for her anus and further. I was watching her the whole time with no reaction from her as to what I was doing, when she slowly lifter her ass up ever so slightly, just an inch! I didn’t know what to do! Was she giving me access? My horny little sister? I raised my hand immediately back up and rubbed her hips some more and up her back, but then back down again - my head was swimming - and she was still raised that little inch. So I let my hand keep going this time and with the flat of my hand up pressed into her ass letting it slide along her skin, over her anus and pressing against her until I cupped perfectly my sisters open pussy. I could feel her pubic hairs tickling down on my palm, and with my hand wrapped around her pussy from back to front, I pressed my middle finger upward and stroked into her soft full pussy lips and open her gradually like a flower, slowly stretching her open, then pressing into her wetness. God she was so wet! And I watched as she arched her back with the pressure from my delicate intrusion. “Mmmmm.” But otherwise, no indication of my now intimate intrusion.

Sophie was at that same moment pressing down on me so my cock was now slipping up inside her and I entered her completely feeling my arousal rise in me from all sides. Sophie was completely focused upon her own pleasures now and there was no pretense of ‘secret’ sex in the hot tub as she rose and fell on me. Putting her head forward and back, licking her lips and me pinching her clit, drawing circles around her wet little puss and pulling her tight against me.

As I became ever more aroused however, my movements upon T became more forceful and bold, I stroked her sex roughly, spreading her open with my fingers, and finding her clitoris so that at one point I was pinching and stroking two clits using the same circles and tweaks. And finding her asshole again even pressed my forefinger up inside as she gave a start but even then let me continue pressing into her to my second digit, so that I was finger fucking her ass; and then reaching beneath her again pressing my middle finger deep up inside of her and rubbing her clit hard. We were in a steaming heaven, silent and happy. T content to let Sophie and I fuck (our secret), as she was finger fucked herself (our secret).

I thrust upward, T began to rub herself hard against my hand and little Sophie tilted her hips and with abandon sought her orgasm. I could feel my cum rising and spray up into my wife, as she continued grinding and in silence - painful silence - came in waves with her head down nearly touching the edge of the water, as I felt her spasming around my cockhead. As much as I tried at that moment, and T was definitely trying too as she was mashing her pussy into my hand, but she did not come. So that as Sophie slipped off of me, turned, looked me in the eyes and kissed me sensually; my right hand of necessity drifted away from T and she began turning herself as well back to the corner once again - but reaching and taking my hand squeezing it once tightly before she let go. 

Sophie I believe at this point realizing how obvious she must have been became quite embarrassed and said, “Well, I think we should call it a night. I’m getting kind of hot.”

I know we all thought of witty responses to that comment, but T and I bit our tongue and kept silent on that one. 




The Hot Tub



“Great evening,” I said.

“Mmmm, just what I needed.” T glowed and looked me in the eye smiling a sort of thank you so much sort of smile. “Just the thing.”

I was reasoning in my still foggy brain that she in fact did need that and that it was all harmless. My wife was right there the whole time wasn’t she? We rose from the tub, our naked glowing bodies, toweled off in front of one another languidly, slipped on our robes and went each off to bed.

Day Three

Monday morning I was getting ready for work, which is fairly early and the sun was just rising. Sophie was at that time in the shower and I just assumed that T would sleep through our morning routine. But as I sat in the living room reading my paper and sipping some coffee, she wandered in still in those same silky pajamas (no robe today) and sat down beside me. She was beaming, it was the happiest I’d seen her or heard her in awhile.

“Hey Jack.”

I looked up at her.

“Uh, thanks. Thanks for everything.”

I just smiled and knowing the obvious reference, “Glad to help. I think we had a bit too much to drink last night. Sophie got kind of crazy.”

T leaned forward as she got up to get some coffee and as she did leaned into my ear, “Not the only one I bet.”

I could feel myself go crimson and my cock began to spring up in my trousers. Electric.

She sipped her coffee and leaned against the counter, the same as the day before, letting her hair hang in front of her face. God she was so languid, like a cat. I loved her hair when it was disheveled and thought about how her puss felt in my hand last night, grinding down on me. That hunger. I could feel my cock hardening as I sat there.

She came back over and sat by me. I think she sensed my dis-ease and added, “It was fine.” She touched my knee, looked at me. “Fine. It was fun. Don’t worry. We can handle it.”

“I just . . . just. Sophie. You looked sad.”

“I know. I know. You’re fine. I’m not crazy. I’m your sister. I know that. I Love you.”

“I want you to be happy sis.”

“I am today . . . First. First in a long time. Thanks.”

Well. I felt good. Somehow I felt I did the right thing. And I left for work. “See you tonight. Take it easy today.”

**********

That evening, it was another night of entertaining I thought as I drove home. But I also had the memory, the sensual memory of my hands having held two clits at the same time. How I had masturbated my sister in the hot water, and the wine fog I was in. It was really a peak experience. I was bitten.

When I came in the door, I could smell food cooking. Steaks! My favorite. T had taken it upon herself to make the meal this evening and she had set out two Merlots on the table. Sophie came home shortly after me and entered the house in the cutest outfit (which I never know what she is wearing until she comes home in the evening because I tend to leave while she is in the shower). It was a red, short skirt. I did not remember it at all.

“Is that new?”

“I’ve worn it many times.” Slight mock disgust.

That is one you can never win because if I don’t say anything and it IS new, then she’s upset that I don’t notice, but no big deal. She was tired I could tell and wanted to change right away. When she saw the table set though and smelled the food, it really brightened her mood.

“Thanks Teresa I was dreading cooking this evening. I had a very hard day. There were a lot of images that just would not come out in the department today and we had to keep redoing them. It was so frustrating.”

She walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

At that point when Sophie closed the door I came up to T and leaned close to her. “Do you think we should hot tub again tonight?”

She looked at me. Paused. I’m sure she suspected where I was going with this, and in this now sober state she doubted, I believe, the implications. She didn’t answer and I backed off quickly.

As nonchalant as I could said, “Well, We’ll see.”

I continued now to backtrack, “Well, we don’t usually use it EVERY night. Sophie actually tends to decide.” I felt safe with that because she tended to use it less than me and on nights she came home tired I knew she was less inclined because then the tub made her too tired. I was taking it off the table.

It was really a great meal. Sophie was quieter than usual, and she did not have as much wine. She seemed to hint that the problems at work today may have had something to do with all the wine she had had the night before. So I noticed she held pretty firm to one glass. But I had another two, and T had her three. I could see T’s cheeks reddening, that languid look rising in her eyes. 

We were back where we were the night before when T piped in to my surprise, “Are we all up for another hot tub tonight?” 

I looked at Sophie, Sophie looked at me.

“It’s up to you hon,” I said noncommittal.

T leaned forward, and added, “It’s so relaxing for me and I really like the way it feels with COMPANY.”

“Oh, all right, but not as long tonight. A little dip.”

“Well it’s still early.”

And within a half hour the sun was setting and we were again settling into the tub, naked and wet in our circle of jets and opaque water. Sophie felt a little less lascivious tonight and sort of just settled into her corner, “Mmmmm this does feel nice though. Can I have your jet though Teresa, I need the one that hits my lower back this evening.”

T moved, but not to another corner, she moved next to me.

Sophie settled in, closed her eyes, “Perfect,” she purred.

I lay in my corner and decided to just settle back myself, and closed my eyes. This would be a normal hot tub this evening.

But after awhile I could not stop thinking about the night before, and what I DID, what T LET ME DO. I opened my eyes, and looked over at T. She did not even catch my eye, but sat leaned back looking at the sky. She was sitting BY ME. That was no accident. My heart was in my throat. I had to try. I reached very cautiously, and lightly lay my hand on her thigh, just let it lay there. Nothing, no reaction. I began to stroke lightly up and down her thigh. My heart was pounding in my chest I could barely see. I could feel myself go hard.

I then let my fingers just graze her puss at the top of her leg. She then took my hand and set it lightly back down onto her mid thigh. Not OFF! I thought in my muddled brain, but just back onto her mid thigh. She looked at me, and I detected the slightest smile, was it playful? Polite? A Warning? She held her hand on mine for awhile and squeezed my fingers together before releasing them. I paused and gradually began to stroke her thighs and scratch lightly as I had the night before. She did not move, laying back now with her eyes closed.

And now there was more of a tease in my approach. I was playing with her now. My fingers scraped and touched and tippled her skin, reached ever so lightly into her pubic hairs, just touching at her pussy lips and springing away again. It became torturous, and I began to undulate my hips slightly. My cock was so hard now. I needed the head of my cockhead pressed. I needed to feel that pressure. And I knew I could feel her leg sliding slightly so slightly toward me. I looked at her again, she caught my eye and smiled lightly, mouthing “nonono.” But no resistence. 

What the hell, after what she let me do to her. And I once again slid my hand and set it on her tummy and down into her bush, lower between her legs. I heard her sigh and felt her open her legs just slightly and let my fingers play between her legs. I cupped her puss, and began to play with her hairs, letting the hairs run through my fingers, and she turned her head and just looked at me, the slightest shake of her head.

I pressed my way in, opened her pussy up again - so wet - and found her clit, she let out another deeper sigh, a moan, and slid her legs wide and tilted herself, opened herself for me. I had unfettered access, as Sophie lay in the corner sighing to herself with her eyes closed. And me pretending to be doing the same. I let two fingers this time slide inside of her and pressed upward against the wall of her vagina until I rubbed her G spot, finding it nestled in the folds of flesh. She was squirming now on my hand, undulating her hips in rythem to my movement and I was going to make her come. We were sliding together now and I was turned toward her more, and worked her until my arm hurt but without stopping. 

I could feel her getting very aroused, getting wetter and pushing herself hard against my hand crushing against my fingers. Basically showing me where and at what pace to stroke her. She reached her hand out and wrapped it around my cock and held me, stroked me as I finger fucked her again. I could feel her vagina contract and quiver in my hand, and hear her whimper on the side of the tub.

Sophie opened her eyes softly and just lay there, I could see her but immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be as relaxed as her. T’s hand was gripped tight around my cock and I could feel the pulse of her orgasm, both on my fingers and on my cock as her grip undulated with each wave. She kept mostly silent through her orgasm, with only a few odd squeaks. I felt I had given her something tonight too. Sophie closed her eyes again, and T squeezed my cock hard, almost too hard and slid herself into the corner out of my reach. She was avoiding eye contact.

Shit. I was trying to catch her eye. I did it now I thought. Shit.

Sophie leaned forward and said, “Well, I’m off to bed now. I’m really tired now.”

T quickly added, “I’ll join you.”

They both rose up out of the tub and left me sitting in the water. I watched them dress. Knowing T’s body had just had an awesome orgasm. Again, Our secret.

I sat a little while and then I too toweled off and went into the house, crawled into bed with Sophie, who I thought was asleep.

She said, “Night dear.” And then, “I’m not sure but I think T was masturbating in the hot tub tonight.”

My heart began to pound.” I just whispered “What? No.”

“Yeah. I think so. I’m glad. She needed that. She told me the other day that Dave won’t have relations with her right now. Hasn’t I guess for quite awhile. Anyway, night.” And she rolled over.

I just kept laying there looking up into the darkness.

Day Four and Day Five

The next day I was in the living room, same routine. Same paper (different day) and same cup of coffee. But today T did not come out to say goodbye. Shit. Shit. Shit. I have really done it now. All day I could not stop thinking about it. 

When I got home T was sitting in the back patio sort of sunning herself, feeling the warm rays on her face. And she had a small glass of the Irish Whiskey. She found it, I thought.

I went out to the patio having no idea what to say.

“T, I. . .”

“You were bad.” Was all T said without shifting position. “The other night, that was like yeah, what I needed. But last night . . . you were very bad.

I leaned toward her and just said, “T, it was the wine. You were sitting right next to me.”

“So . . . It’s My fault?”

“No. No. No. . .”

“Jack, don’t worry. Stop it. I’m fine. It was . . . Great, actually. But I’m vulnerable right now. I don’t know what got into me - or you. But we got to cool it.”

“I just keep thinking about what you said about Dave, and no sex, and well the other night you said it was just the thing.”

“Well it was! Just the thing - that night! You have no idea what a horny little bitch I am right now (did she say that?). But you’re still my brother. What, you feel bad for me because I have no sex? Are you going to have sex with me and help me bro??”

It was absurd. She was right. “I wasn’t thinking.” 

She reached her hand out now and set her hand on my crotch. God, I hadn’t noticed but I was hard. “Well that little guy. . . wait, uh, not so little guy . . . is the one who seems to be, so we need to be careful. If he’s the driver then we all go off the road.” I felt her wrap her fingers around my cockhead and stroke me lightly through my trousers before letting go.

I held my head down, watching her do that as I said, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine Jack. I really am. I need to REST. You haven’t - I haven’t done anything wrong. It was innocent - Great - innocent. It really helped, only last night was more . . .” 

“Confusing?” I finished.

“Intense,” She finished.

Then she rose, I noticed a slight wobble in her step (how many of those had she had?) “Don’t start what you can’t finish Jack.” 

Then she stopped and turned back, wrapped her arms around me let her hands drop down around my front letting her hand rest on my belly and kissed my cheek right at the corner of my mouth and held her mouth there for awhile. God she smells good was all I could think with her soft hairs hanging around my face. 

She whispered, “I guess kisses are still ok though.” And then she hit my arm. “But you’ve been getting a lot more than kisses lately.” And she was heading back inside. I laughed nervously.

“Could you get me one of those Irish Whiskies?” I asked.

She held hers up to me over her shoulder, “Sure.” Then turned her head back and smiled. Her relaxed smile. I was very relieved, and she languidly if tipsily stepped back into the house to get my drink.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. We ate, watched some TV, went off to sleep in our respective places. No mention of that damned hot tub.

***********

Next morning when I got up T was already in the living room, the coffee was already made. She already had her cup in her hand and it smelled different this morning. She was leaning against the counter hair down around her face - the routine. I was in my suit and tie. This was a nice little routine. I like this. Normally, I had no one to talk to in the morning as Sophie and I were on slightly different schedules.

I got my coffee and looked again at T, at her cup.

“It’s an Irish coffee,” she said. “I added a little something.”

I also noticed that she was wearing her robe again this morning, but that it was tightly tied and only a little open at the top. I could also see that she probably had no pajamas on. The telltale red silk was gone, just creamy white skin showing between her covered breasts.

Her image stayed with me as I took my cup into the livingroom. I was lusting for my sister. Her body and smell was so wonderful. This was ridiculous. She came into the living room set down beside me as she had other days. My eyes darted to her legs. Dammit I could feel myself getting aroused. I was watching the front of her robe part slightly. What was I looking at? Anyway, she didn’t notice. I didn’t say anything as I read my paper.

She sat down took part of the paper, and as she read said, “I may have been a little hard on you the other day. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no. I’m . . . I was out of line. That’s all.”

“God. I really am feeling better. This is all really helping me Jack.” And she was leaning forward and I could not help but glance at all the places she may or may not be emerging from beneath that thin muslin robe. I could see her breasts falling, hanging beneath the fabric. I knew she was naked underneath, though not positive. Was she wearing panties? What kind? It was the same robe she let drop to the ground out at the hot tub. But this morning it was pulled tightly, and not so tightly, around her.

“I got to go,” I looked at my watch.

She rose as well and followed me to the door. She just looked at me and said, “See you.” And then, “Kisses are still ok.” With that she leaned in and softly kissed me.

Our lips remained closed, but barely. The kiss lingered, and I simply let her set the timing of it. Why? I don’t know. But it lingered. Not quite a brotherly sisterly kiss, but not wild and out of control either. As we stood there kissing one another I did wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me letting my hands slide down the thin muslin fabric to the small of her back and then lower onto her ass. It was just that I was curious. Was she really naked under that robe? There was no hint of fabric underneath. She was naked! Just this thin muslin fabric . . .

But as I wrapped my hands around her ass and started rubbing her there, she jumped back, her eyes went wide, with a very playful smile on her face. “Behave!”

I straightened up, adjusted my tie, “It’s all behavior,” I said laughing now. I noticed her cheeks were mottled. Her eyes with that fire.

“You’re terrible!”

I left for the office, stood at the door and said, “Relax some more today. See you tonight.” And I was gone.

***********

This evening Sophie was going to be late. I got the call at about 3 pm and it would be me who told T. Now things were awkward. We were going to have an evening alone, just the two of us. I was driving the car with my hands on the wheel watching my fingers.

T was laying on the sofa. She was not particularly dressed up, but the loose flowing dress she had on was fantastic. It really accentuated her thin waist. My first thought: Is she wearing anything under that dress? What is going on with me? Shit.

She rose up and turned toward me. “Jack!” She was really looking her old self now.

“Sophie called me this afternoon. She’s going to be late. There’s a whole new machine being delivered. She oversees its installation.”

She stood up, almost backing up and stood a bit distant. The nervousness hit her too. We had no one to protect us from each other tonight. “It’ll be you and me then. We can talk. It’ll be fun. Great.” And she went into the kitchen and started looking around for supper. I sat down in the living room and could hear her from the other room, “I didn’t start anything today.” But I could see her from where I sat, her hair was flowing perfectly, shiny, framing her face so nicely. She glowed, and flounced around the kitchen in that skirt. It felt just like when we were younger and the folks were out leaving us to dinner and our own entertainment. It never included a hot tup in the back yard then though.

I said I wanted to grill again. There was this part of me that wanted to put her in view of the hot tub. Just to have it there before us as an option. I would not bring it up, but if she did. . . So we grilled again. I also got out the Irish Whisky - her favorite - and we sipped our whisky out on the patio. And as we made our small talk, my day and what it was that Sophie did anyway, I could see her staring over at that hot tub.

I fixed steak again. Steak and whiskey. We had a great meal which led to recounting childhood stories and then T brought up the baths we used to take together as kids.

“Remember how we would compare our differences, and we could only find ONE!” She held her finger up in the air, with obvious reference, laughing.

I laughed too, “About that size too.”

“You had to go and tell mom. And that put an end to our baths together right there.”

“That’s right! That’s probably what it was.”

“I know it was. I think she realized that once we began to notice we were boys and girls, that was it. Remember Jack you were six - I was eight!”

“Vive la differance,” I said stupidly and we drank. “There are more differences now though that’s for sure.”

She glanced at me . . . there was a pause. T had had a number of glasses of whiskey, and I could literally see the lasciviousness rise in her. Her eyes became somehow greener. She was holding the glass now twirling the liquid up the edges of the glass, touching its surface and licking it off her fingers. 

She leaned forward, “So what’s all this I hear about this wonderful sex life YOU seem to have.” I was watching her cheeks flush.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Well I guess I can’t say I HEARD it, after the last few days. I have eyes! Lets just say I can tell it, my sixth sense. Was it like that from the start?”




The Hot Tub



She pressed me in that manner, and I was like what the hell. “When Sophie and I met, it was at something like a party at what was then my apartment. . . She showed up in these black tie up boots and shiny skirt - shiny lips. . . This little totally blonde Scandinavian. . . She was so hot. . . I think we were sleeping together within two hours. . . ” Blah Blah Blah. I told the story with titillating detail.

“Interesting.”

“It was pure chemistry at first. And, She was after me, which was fortunate because I’ve never viewed myself as that good at getting the girls, uh women, interested. That was your department.”

“Getting the girls interested?”

No. No. I mean guys. You were always dating T. I remember, but come to think of it. You know, you are in the same spot you were in high school.”

“Huh? What do you Mean?” She stared at me expectantly.

“I can remember so many times you going out on a date, always lots of dates, but then coming home so horny and sitting and watching TV with me late at night before you went to bed. Lots of dates but never getting any. You kept them at bay.” I smiled.

How did you know I was horny and . . .?”

“The look in your eyes, the way you moved, you literally would rub yourself against the furniture. Sometimes I even would watch you rubbing yourself a little, hitching up your skirt, in the dark.”

“You saw all that? Hey! And what makes you think that I didn’t get any on my dates?”

“Well because of how you were when you got home.”

“What if I told you I WAS having sex with those boys I went out with. What if I told you they were ‘blue balling’ me?”

I just watched her, blushing now. The image of all those evenings of her coming home horny and having been fucked really aroused me now. “You can’t have sex AND get blue balled. Besides, that doesn’t happen to a girl.”

“The hell it doesn’t!” T was in animated now, back straight, eyes wide, “ I would go down on those studs, those little boys, we would mess around. And I’ll be damned if they didn’t either come in my mouth or my hand. And if they ever managed to even get inside me they came before they fucked me three strokes. Blue Balled - what you boys call it! That’s what happens to a girl who doesn’t come when the little boy comes after three seconds.”

I was just watching her now. 

“I would be so hot and bothered, I ached for a touch, for FOREPLAY. To have my body caressed. To feel the fingers inside me, to be eaten. They didn’t even know what it was. I was a bitch in heat who was teased, who got her boy off, but got nothing in return.”

“You mean you. . .”

“I was so hungry, you had that right. . . You have no idea. But let me tell you, I had come either in me or on me. I was so ready to be touched, stroked. You had one thing right - God how I wanted to come.” She looked at me in the dim light. “So . . . you sure had your chances. Didn’t you? I would have melted. If I didn’t know it then I sure know it now.”

She tipped back the rest of her whiskey.

I was silent. 

She continued, “That’s why, like the other days, the other nights. To be just touched like that. And by you! Wow! That’s why it was just what I needed. It was always just what I needed. You just waited twenty years to find that out. . . Surprise!” She laughed and made her eyes big.

“I never . . .” She had really silenced me, that had never happened before.

We just looked at each other for awhile now, before T broke the silence, “You know . . . We could. The two of us could, go in the hot tub - if you wanted.”

I paused . . . didn’t want to be too eager. “Uh, I don’t . . .”

“It’ll be like the bath, we can compare our differences.” She was giggling.

“I think there’s a lot more of them now,” I smiled and then gave a ‘grudging,’ “uh, ok.” I could barely rise from the table. My hands were trembling as I put the dishes away.

So then we were standing around the tub, the two of us, my mouth was dry. Our robes fell away from us and we stood in front of each other for a moment. I was standing with a full erection already which fairly embarrassing. We looked at each other.

I broke the ice, “Well I see three differences straight off.”

“Well I see one big difference.” She laughed I could see her teeth, she threw her hair back.

“You aren’t supposed to be looking.”

“What can I say, I’m a little deprived these days.”

“You’re my sister.”

“Touche! Are you going to sword fight with that thing or are we getting in? Stop teasing me.”

And we got in.

We sat opposite one another. The dynamics were certainly different this time, more uneasy.

“Here we are.” I was swimming in the small swirling center. Hovering. I floated on my back, “Hey, it’s still there.” And I let my cock rise up from the swirling water as I floated on my back and looked at her.

“Put him away.” But she did not stop looking. 

I reached out to her, touched her arm. She took my hand and then let go, saying “Go to your corner you bad boy.” 

“We can kiss,” I volunteered, parroting my sisters remark from the past several days as I floated to my corner.

She looked at me and said in a soft voice, “I guess kissing is all right.”

So we leaned into one another held both hands and hovered in the center of the pool and let our mouths touch. It was wonderful. She opened her mouth lightly and I touched her tongue with mine. She bit it with her teeth, and tilted her head back.

“Did we negotiate tongue? So we can tongue now?”

“You’re the one who opened your mouth!” I teased.

I leaned back in and kissed her, tonguing her softly, and then tilted my head back again, “Uh, yeah. That is negotiated now.”

So this little dance went on forever.

“Come over here for just a little minute,” T cooed to me.

“This is what started it all,” I said floating in front of her.

“I thought it was so hot what Sophie did to you.”

“What?”

“What! To in front of me fuck you while sitting on your lap. Like a little bitch in heat. That’s what got me so hot in the first place. That’s what let me. . .”

I was reaching lower and lay the palm of my hand full over her pussy mound and held my hand there.

She looked down into the water and continued, “That’s what started this whole. . .”

I began to slide my fingers between her legs. T at first pressed her thighs together before opening them slightly. My fingers quickly insinuating between her legs, pressing into her wetness. She put her head down again, letting out this deep growl. My heart was in my throat again. She was giving in. . .

And then she slid herself away, “Get over there!”

I was crestfallen, like a punished puppy I went and sat in my corner. She was opposite me, but then she began to glide over my direction. I smiled.

“I’m going to sit on your lap. I’m going to be Sophie.”

And she set herself down softly on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. She even tugged on my earlobe.

We wrapped around each other. I let my fingers wander again between her legs.

“Jack, did we negotiate that,” we were skin to skin with her settled down on my lap, snuggling into the crook of my neck, her arms wrapped round my waist.

I kissed her, tongued her, “I believe we did.”

She held my cock in her hand. “I want you inside me Jack.”

“Is that ok? Tomorrow I mean. When your . . . uh, sober.”

“Fuck tomorrow.”

She turned her back to me, raised her ass, positioned me deftly into her puss and began to settle down as I slid inside of her. I could feel her open up, wrap around my cockhead. She had her head down low like Sophie does. 

“Ohhh, You have no idea how good that feels,” she breathed out. “Oh my God. I needed a cock.”

She sat down on me, “I just want to feel you inside me for a little minute. To just feel filled up.” So I held her, massaged her breasts. Teased her nipples. She kept purring, “Oh, Jack we are so bad right now.”

After that while of ‘filling her up,’ I was just starting to slide in and out, letting her rise and fall in the water. Watching her throw her hair back and turn looking at me. Letting her rise and fall on me, when I heard a door close in the house.

“Shit.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

We moved apart as fast as two people can move and sat ourselves in opposite corners. What was happening?

It was Sophie. She came out, looked at the two of us, one then the other. She stood there quite awhile too, right at the edge of the tub towering above us. I know from that angle she could see the blurry outlines of our naked bodies in the swirling water. I do not know what she thought. It LOOKED harmless. 

“Well I see you two hot tubbed it without me tonight?”

“The mood hit us,” I said. I cleared my throat.

She was looking at one then the other, “Did you behave?”

I laughed at that, we glanced at each other. “What do you think?”

She kept eyeing us from above, “I think I’m so tired, I need to go straight to bed.”

“We’re done now anyway,” I said and looked over at T who was actually looking kind of forlorn, though she was resting with her head back and eyes closed. Arms out floating on the surface of the water. Resigned. ‘Blue Balled.’

I rose up out of the water, and she stayed in her corner as Sophie and I walked back into the house.

When we got inside Sophie said, “Well I didn’t expect that.”

“It’s the newness of the tub. It’s a novelty for T. She wanted one last soak.”

Sophie just looked back at me, then said “Lets go to bed.” She walked into our room.

I looked out through the glass and could see T getting out now, her white bare skin in the light, and wrap herself in her robe.

When I got under the covers, turned out the light, Sophie leaned over to me and whispered, “Actually, I have had a hard day, but I did not want to go to bed right away to sleep. What I want is to be fucked - right now.” I leaned up on my elbows in the bed and began to turn myself toward her. She added, “I want a hard night too. Can you do that for me? Fuck me.” 

As she said ‘fuck’ she was pushing me back on the bed and crawled right on top, opening her legs and set herself down. She was already so wet down there, hungry. I could feel myself get immediately hard again. This was an aggressiveness that was somewhat unique. It happened rarely. Usually when we got aroused from some other source. I couldn’t help wondering.

“Wow. You’re hungry girl.” I whispered.

“You have no idea. I don’t even know why. . . Stress.”

She rode me hard, and after a little while she began to get loud. At one point I was like, “Hon, Hon! T’s in the next room!”

All Sophie said was, “She’s asleep. Besides, she’s in our house. I can’t live like a nun because your sister decides to stay here a week.”

She leaned down letting her breasts lay on my chest and put her mouth to my ear. “Did you like being alone naked with your sister in that hot tub tonight?”

I looked at her. “What do you mean?”

She lifted herself up again sitting down hard on me. “You know what I mean. Both of you undressed. I saw you looking at her. The way you look at her. The way you both keep talking about those baths.”

“No. I didn’t even . . she’s my sister.” My eyes were wide.

Sophie was getting hotter riding me harder, “A sister with a pretty hot body and great pussy. And you didn’t notice nothing? Come on, tell me you like her pussy.”

I started to slide in and out of her, holding her hips. I was fucking her hard. She had her head thrown back and then pressing her hands down on my chest rising and falling again. I said, “I like her pussy.” She was clawing me with her nails.

“You like my pussy? My cunt.”

“Uh, oh yeah, the best! Oh god, the best!” And I grabbed her ass and pulled her down on me. What was going on?

“The BEST huh?” She smiled satisfied, her lips shining. “You get a reward for that one,” she breathed in my ear.

And I pulled her tight against me so her clit was rocking along my shaft. She rode me so roughly, and was panting now. She rode me until the bed rocked and her moans and cries filled the room. “I’m your best little cunt,” filled the house. “Make me come,” moaned out from her wet lips. She began to pant in wild short breaths. “Oh, make me. . . make me Come.” 

I know T heard everything. This was what we started and now Sophie was finishing it. I had this feeling that T might be pissed. But why? Why would she be? As Sophie began to buck wildly, spasming and falling down onto my chest. I was holding her against me, her mouth right by my ear, frantically going “Shhh T can hear.” 

While Sophie between gasps would say, “Fuck T. Fuck me. Fuck T.” And then I could feel my come rising I held Sophie and turned myself and threw her roughly down on the bed. She looked up at me, surprised and laughed, “You liked that! Fuck T. Are you fucking T now?”

I had a moment of panic just then, but kept riding her. Sophie was laying on her back now having already come, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide. She was still smiling. Her belly was wet with sweat and I slid easily on her. I was pounding into her, had my hands cradled under her ass, almost holding her up in the air and she was lifting her legs up and out her knees touching my back. 

“What did you say?” I gasped leaning down whispering. Not wanting anything to be heard. T can hear this I thought.

“Oh Yeah. Keep going. Fuck T. Fuck your sisters puss. Come on. Come on.” Sophie also began to pant out, cry out in sharded whimpers, growing louder again. “Come on. Oh God, I’m coming again . . .”

That image of my sister inside Sophie’s fantasy, could not leave my mind as I pounded now into her. Oh my God, I was closing my eyes and could see T in my imagination.

All I could say was, “Shhhhh.”

She was panting, I could feel myself coming, ribbons of come. Wave after wave. Sophie breathing out “Say it Jack. Fucking T.”

I breathed out, growled. “Oh God. I’m fucking you T.”

Sophie was smiling and patting my chest, letting her hands fall as I dropped down onto her. “You are a bad boy tonight.” I held craddled head in my hand, wiped the hair out of her eyes stroked her chin and kissed her deeply. We kept kissing, then rolled onto our sides. 

She just said, “Wow! Shit. Jesus. We’ll have to remember that little fantasy. Now I am tired”

“Night Sweetie.”

I lay there awake for only a while, with the vague -satisfied- notion that T had heard the whole thing.

Day Six

As usual, next morning there was T again, in the kitchen.

It was getting very incongruous now between us. I was everyday in a suit and tie. And everyday she was wearing less and less. Today she was in the sheerest little short nightie. No robe and no red silk pajamas.

“Fun last night?” she said as she handed me my coffee.

“Uh, I guess we made a little noise.”

“A little noise? Jack. I was in agony.”

“I had no idea when Sophie was coming home.”

“No idea? Huh.” She held her cup looking down at it, hair disheveled. Just the way I like it. She smelled so good. Her nightie was right at her crotch and was white and see through if the light were right. I couldn’t stop looking at her now.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“You will huh?? This is getting a little too. . .wei . . ”

But she didn’t finish.

“You’re not wearing much this morning are you?”

“It’s easier to masturbate in this.” And she lifted the edges of the nightie out the way a little girl does to show off a new dress. She held it out for me, only T had no panties on either. She was showing me her puss this morning.

I looked back at Sophie’s door. 

“I think I actually came when you guys did,” she said in a matter of fact tone.

She was in the shower. I looked back at T, twisting her hips in a little girl one leg then the other pose. I hissed, “T behave!”

She let the nightie drop back around her hips. Put her lower lip out in a sweet little pout, “It’s all behavior.”

She knew I had always liked her little girl show. She always got her way when she played that game of hers.

I went over to the sofa with my cup, actually, secretly loving the view she had given me this morning. I was in some kind of heightened state of sexual arousal now. Had been for several days. I felt continually warm. I was starting to sweat. All reason vanishing.

“Jack.” I looked up at her. “You didn’t finish what you started. You promised.” She said in her little girl sing song voice and she started her pout again. The she looked back at my and Sophie’s bedroom door, “Well sort of you did. I heard you two last night.” This devilish smile on her face.

I just kept watching her. Ooggling her body openly as she talked. I could hear Sophie in the other room. T was so hot playing this pouty little girl. I couldn’t stand it. But at the same time, she had to get back into her room. I kept fearing Sophie would walk out here. I had to leave, get out of here.

I was watching her chest rise and fall, that fire in her eyes. Lips red. She was sitting so that the hem of her nightie sat right at her crotch. She refused to adjust it, was slowly sliding forward and I could see that adorable little bush again, could see her nipples through the fabric.

“I’ve got to go. Put your robe on before Sophie sees you though.”

“I’m only here one more day Jack.”

This was getting out of control. She rose and padded into her room saying, “Wait for me before you go.”

I said “ok,” but she was gone for awhile longer than I expected for some reason and so I slipped out of the house.

**********

That last evening proved to be like the first. It was me and Sophie sitting on the couch together, lightly wrapped around one another. T sitting across from us being somewhat mopey and silent. She changed into her red silk pajamas and black muslin robe. For all the appearance of similarity with the first night, there was much that had changed in the dynamics of T and I. 

Sophie and I spoke a little about T’s emotional state, and we played it off as her thinking about going back home and now needing to deal with all that she had escaped from. That was probably part of it. But I knew better. I also had so many swimming thoughts, so many things we had touched on, so many times I had seen her in my life hot, so ready, and every time letting her pass me by. This continual Karma of her life enmeshed into mine. What could be done . . . Just how does Karma work anyway? I had to find out.

In the silence of the darkness, I could not sleep. I could hear Sophie’s even breath, glanced over at the clock and saw that it was 3 am of T’s last night with us. And slowly I slid to the edge of the bed, sat for a moment. Sophie’s breathing continued in its even tempo. She did not move at all. She was sound asleep.

And I crept into her room. I had too. I had to have her. I promised. I wanted to come in her, finish what we started, let my desire be somehow consumed let the fire burn its way through. I was so close to her, could feel the warmth of her body, the hairs of her puss in my hand, her wetness, the water, the steam. This was crazy.

T lay in her room sleeping, not moving, breathing as evenly as Sophie; I watched her there and then I slid into the bed and spooned up against her. She was naked. She started, “what the . . Jack? Jack.”

“Shhh. No noise. Hi sweet. My promise, I promised. Here . . .”

“There’s no promises. Jack. We’d better . . . you better go back to your room.” But she did not move she stayed pressed against me, was touching my cheek with hers. I put a finger to her mouth, silencing her, and she just parted her lips and began to suckle my fingers.

And I let my hands wander up and down her front over her breasts and then softly caress her skin, her arms, and shoulders, and across her tummy. I caressed her, massaged her, rubbed her for quite awhile before I let my hand slip down and down into her bush. She watching me silently without moving the whole time.

“Nice little fur pie. Mmmmm, my favorite.” I whispered as I looked down at her white bare front.




The Hot Tub



She smiled, “Oh you like. I love to feed my hosts. ”

And she rolled on her back parting her legs loosely, relaxed. I pulled the covers down. God she was so natural, sensual. I could smell sex rising from her body. I nosed down between her legs while pressing and needing her tummy and breasts. She, putting her hands on top of mine. I was hungry and loved her familiar smell, my smell. 

I lapped at her with a flat tongue and as she became aroused pushed my head down between her legs, as I reached inside her with my finger and felt her wetness rise up out of her until she was so wet, her come was dripping off my nose and chin. I sucked on her clit as she pushed my head down hard between her legs until I could hardly breath. The coos coming from her were intoxicating. I loved the warmth of her open flesh. 

I slowly licked up her front. “Finishing it,” she purred. 

“Something like that.”

The relaxation in her voice was so intoxicating, the deep trill. The curves of her body beneath me open in every way. She yielded her breasts to me tilted her head back exposing her white neck. She had full red lips and nibbled at my arm as I caressed her neck. I let my cock slide up into her pussy sliding along her crack and felt the wetness and heat. She was so filled with desire. I could feel her quivering beneath me. Her cheeks were mottled and she could barely breath. “Ohhh, feels so . . . good. You like your little girls pussy? I just got home tonight, and here you are to finish me Jack. Oh, make me come.”

I kept saying, “sshhh”

She would whisper, “Finish me Jack. Am I your little girl. Say it.”

And I let myself slide into her, filling her, deep to the hilt. “Oh, I Love my little girl. My good quiet little girl,” I whispered into her ear.

I split her open like a peach and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her, biting her lips to stay quiet. We looked at each other with wild eyes. I could feel her heart beating in her vagina. I wrapped my legs around her, cradled her like a baby with my arms and pressed myself down into the bed reaching up into her with my cock, filling her completely. Sliding into her, and then rising until my cockhead played at her opening and then back and back, over and over so softly, rising and falling like a tide. Washing along an edge. We were one then two, then one again. I could smell the heat and sex between us, hear her receiving me and letting me go. This lapping sound like a shore washing on shore, in the silence we shared. 

This little girl who used to take a bath with me, who used to be amazed at our one difference that made one of us a boy and one of us a girl. Who I grew up with and knew so well. Who I watched on so many evenings, and of the times I could have walked over and lay my hands on her. Who was yielding to me completely now. We fucked silently, steady in that darkness, until she began to frantically claw at my back. She was biting her lips so hard now I saw blood at the corner, and I licked the blood away. 

I quickened my pace. When she started to make noise I put my hand over her mouth and she looked at me with wide wild eyes. We came in one long continuous wave of dissolution, it was wave after wave after wave, until I was almost in pain. I couldn’t even tell if we were making noise or not anymore. My body stiffened and I could feel myself releasing ribbons of cum into her, and as it pulsed out of me, her vagina felt like a mouth drinking me in, sucking and quivering when her back arched and she came again, and thrashed beneath me. I had to literally pin her to the bed with all my weight frantically saying, “ssshhhhh...ssshhhh”

Until we fell into our wet center of the bed. We were one. The sheet was wrapped and tied around our limbs, we were bound together, wet hair across our faces and in our mouths, between our legs. Sex on our breath. Sweat and her come dripping from my chin. We fell tangled into one another, arms and legs, my cock laying limp across her thigh, and we tongued each other softly. Laughing. She was shaking. I just kept staring into her eyes as I kissed her.

And in between our kisses she kept asking,

“Now what do I do?”

“Now what do I do?”

************

She left the next day. The Seventh day.

“Thanks for everything.” She trilled brightly, almost chastely, as she gave each of us a peck on the cheek before grabbing her bags and walking to her car and away.

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The Hot Tub



I look at you, your eyes closed and a look of excitement on your face. Excitement like I have never seen there before. A flush starts at your cheeks and runs to your shoulders. Your nipples stand out hard and excited. Your breathing comes quickly.

A rush of emotions flood through me. Jealousy, excitement and amazingly pride. I feel your hand caressing my cock under the water of the hot tub and for a fleeting moment I wonder how we got here. For a moment I wonder where this will lead and then I see the look on your face and I know where it will go unless I stop it now. I feel how you touch me and a fire races through me. A desire I have never known before.

We have talked of this many times as we began our lovemaking, but I never thought it would actually happen. Now we are on the verge of fulfilling your most powerful fantasy and I find myself filled with lust.

It is almost an accident and yet it was meant to be. My best friend Steve had come to help us install our new hot tub and the job had gone much more smoothly than we had expected. For once Murphy's Law had not reared it's ugly head, everything went much more easily than we hoped for. It was early afternoon when we were finished and it took only a short time to fill. The water was even warmed by the time we were assured that there were no leaks.

You were watching from behind us as we pronounced it fit for use.

I saw that glint in your eye.. the way your mind was working as you said there was only one thing left to do... try it. I knew what thoughts were lurking there and I made no attempt to stop it. I was feeling the initial excitement as well as you.

Steve had protested that he didn't have a suite. I kept my mouth shut as I saw your nostrils flare as you told him that this was a suit optional hot tub anyway and we would opt out of suits if he would. He looked at me and I just shrugged.

You were the first out of your clothes and I watched Steve as he watched you undress. I saw the look on his face. He found you as attractive as I did. A sense of pride went through me. You were mine and he was jealous. I wasn't really thinking sex yet. It was closer but still a long way from happening.

I watched you as we undressed. Your eyes were on Steve and there was excitement and longing there. We all climbed in and I could feel the tension between the three of us.

For a while we just soaked in the warm swirling water as each of us thought our own thoughts. The warm water soothing our muscles and relaxing us. Then you looked at me with a look that asked "Can I?" and I just looked at you for a moment the emotions flowing through me. Then I nodded my head.

Then I felt your hand find my already hard cock. I saw Steve jump as your hand found his cock as well. He looked at me and I just smiled at him. You looked from my face to his and I saw that flush of excitement rush through you with a cock in each hand. His hardened in your hand and I saw that look on your face as your eyes closed.

I watched you. I knew that it was now or never. I kissed you and you returned my kiss with passion and then I broke the kiss wondering what you would do next. I saw that excitement in you, an excitement more intense than I had ever seen before. For a moment you just sat there with your eyes closed and then you turned your head and kissed Steve and the flood gates burst.

Both of our hands began to explore your body.

You moaned around Steve's kiss. I knew that your tongue was playing with his just as my hands were playing with your left breast and his with your right. As he kissed your mouth... I leaned over to kiss your neck. You moaned again and your hand pulsed around my cock as it pulsed back.

You broke the kiss with Steve and turned your head to me. My lips left your neck and returned your kiss. I felt the passion in you. I also felt you squirm and jump as Steve's mouth found your nipple. The excitement coursed through me. I felt you gasp and knew that Steve's fingers had found your pussy. Your body was quivering with desire. I felt your hips squirming.

From the way your body was moving.. the way you were breathing... the flush over your body... I knew that you were beyond desire, totally out of control, consumed with need, lust, desire. You were not thinking lost to the fire in you.

You threw your head back and moaned. As you broke your kiss my mouth found its way to your left nipple. Steve was sucking your right while I sucked your left. Your hand squeezed my cock to tight that it hurt and your hips began thrusting against Steve's fingers. 

You gasped once and came .... hard. Your hips thrashed and your head rolled. Unintelligible sounds rolled from you. When you came down, it was obvious it was not all the way. The need still consumed you.

You let go of my cock. I watched as you rose and straddled Steve. I watched your face as you lowered your pussy onto his cock. Then you reached for my cock once more and pulled me up. You rocked on him as you pulled me to you with my dick, until my cock was at your lips and then you sucked me whole into your mouth.

I had never seen you so excited. Your body writhed on Steve's cock while your mouth sucked me with a passion. It didn't take long for any of us. Steve was first, blasting into you. You reacted with a mind shattering orgasm. You mouth first sucked me hard, then relaxed as your body convulsed in orgasm. It was enough. Knowing he was cumming in you, knowing you were cumming, sent me over the edge and I blasted into your mouth.

The two of us orgasming at each end of you seemed to intensify yours even more. The experience consuming you. My orgasm was the most powerful I had experienced in years, yours the most intense ever and Steve's seemed to go on forever, but not as long as yours. Wave after wave went through you, long after we were done.

You collapsed to the other side of the hot tub and gasped for air. Your eyes closed, a flush over your whole body. A soft smile on your lips. 

It was several minutes before you uttered your first words. They were soft but intense. "Oh My God" was all you said and then your eyes opened for the first time. Your face lit with a huge smile. "Wow" you said. 

Then your eyes looked into mine. My eyes were smiling back at yours.

You rose shakily and stepped dripping from the hot tub and began to dry yourself. We followed and reached for towels. 

You stood there, a flush on your face and a half smile on your lips and you made no move to reach for your clothes. You watched us dry ourselves. Your eyes flicking from one naked man to the other. I could see your mind working but had no idea what was in it.

Steve reached for his clothes, but you were faster. You reached for his cock and grasped it in your warm hand. Then you smiled at me. Your eyes said "Thank you" but also begged mine for more.

"Don't either of you two think of putting your clothes on. I'm not done with either of you yet. We just need to move this party to a more comfortable place." With that you turned your back on us but reached back to find a cock with each hand. You led us up the stairs... to the promise of much more on the playground of our king sized bed. 



The Hot Tub



Home from his second year of college during a short spring break, Chris was taking the trash out to the street at the front of his parents' home. A young woman on a power walk stopped to talk.

"Chris? Chris, is that you?"

"Why, ah, Angela?"

"Yes, you remember me. How nice," she said extending her hand to him.

He shook her hand and said, "I almost didn't recognize you. I'm sorry."

"Oh, no need," she laughed lightly. "It's good to see you. How's college treating you?"

"Great," he said enthusiastically, "I like it a lot. What about you?"

"Well, I started college, but then fell in love and got married and moved to my husband's home in Canada."

"Oh," he said slyly, "are you here on a spring break, too?"

"No," she responded, ignoring his attempt at humor," I got divorced several months ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"No problem," she said, waving her hand, signifying no offense. "It just didn't work out."

"I thought you looked a little sad."

"How would you know?" she asked taken aback.

"Oh, well, you were always so sunny and upbeat the few times we met during Spanish club. Now you have sad eyes."

"You noticed me in high school?" she asked with gleeful surprise.

"Yeah," he laughed nervously, "you were always smiling and enthusiastic. I noticed that, because it was unusual to see such a beautiful co-ed participate so thoroughly with us ordinary folks."

"Is that an insult or a compliment, Chris?" she asked craning her neck so her sad brown eyes could meet his happy brown irises. 

"Definitely a compliment, Angela. Your dark blonde ringlets were always bobbing up and down, and your lips so full—oh, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean..."

"Are you kidding?" she interjected. "What woman doesn't live to receive a stream of compliments like this? Please," she urged, "please go on."

"Really?" he asked in relief.

"Yeah really," she laughed gaily. "In fact, if you're not busy, why don't you come to my house for a swim?"

"Uh, okay. Are you sure?" he asked as a furrow crossed his brow.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Well...I've never been to your house."

"Well..." she mimicked with arms akimbo, "I've never been to yours."

"Huh! How is that, do you suppose? How could we go to school together for so many years and live four doors away from each other, and never visit even once?"

"Well, I guess," Angela began, "I was a year behind you in school for one, and except for Spanish club we didn't move in the same circles. Maybe it's time we do."

"Okay. Thanks. I'd like to visit you. But will your parents mind?"

She giggled as she said, "My parents are out of town for a few days, and they've told me that since I'm a big girl and have already been married, that I'm 'emancipated' and can pretty much come and go and invite whomever I please into the house."

"Hmm. Okay. How about in an hour?"

"Okay. That will give me time to finish my walk. Bring a bathing suit. Our pool and hot tub are just begging to be used." She turned to leave. "See you soon," she smiled broadly.

"Yeah, thanks again." He waved and gazed at her until she walked out of sight. How could I have not seen how beautifully proportioned she was? he asked himself. I do recall that she was well built, but I didn't remember her incredible cleavage. Could her chest have grown in the last two years? Did she mention a hot tub? He began to perspire and the butterflies in his stomach refused to leave him. They intensified as he approached her door. Immediately after he pressed the buzzer, the door opened wide and he gasped at the five foot five inch package of bikini dynamite standing in front of him. Before Chris knew what he was saying, he blurted out "Oh my God! Be still my heart!"

Angela burst out laughing. "Close your mouth before you attract flies, for heaven's sake. You're so foolish. Come in." She reached out and pulled him inside by his wrist and closed the door.

"You mean you've never been ogled before, Angela?"

"You know, Canadian men are more reserved than American men. By comparison, you're so silly, and I didn't realize how much I missed that inane quality...until I went away."

"Ain't that the truth. You take for granted what you have every day until it's no longer there," Chris pointed out, his nervousness finally subsiding. "Like you, for instance," he observed.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I took you for granted until I saw you just now. Before, you were a good looking chick, and now..."

"Yes?" she waited anxiously.

"But now, you're a radiant woman. How could I not see that back then? It's only been two years."

"Thanks, Chris, that means a lot to me. But to be fair, you've changed and become more mature—although just as silly as ever—and I, too, have changed quite a bit. Go get your suit on now so you can come to the pool and tell me all about college."

"Okay," he responded heading to the bathroom, "but first, I want to hear all about your marriage, because marriage trumps college on the scale of life, I think."

When he emerged from the bathroom, Angela motioned to him as she yelled, "Over here, Chris." He joined her on a screened-in sun-splashed deck of paved multi-colored stones surrounding a large pool of clear water. In the corner a luxurious hot tub churned and foamed. His butterflies returned and then vanished just as quickly when he heard "Race you to the end of the pool and back!"

He got into the pool beside her and upon her "Ready, set, go!" a furious race ensued. They both touched the wall at almost the same time, resulting in a mock argument as to who won. Finally, Chris pronounced in a clipped British accent: "Upon consulting the international sports federation, the judges have decided that the gold medal is to be awarded to Angela. A moment of silence, please, as we observe the Canadian national anthem." Chris began to bellow the strains of "Oh Canada!" while Angela held her ribs and doubled over amid fits of laughter.

"Okay, okay. Enough. I never knew you were so funny!"

"I'm not usually this hilarious, Angela. Only when I'm around people I enjoy, like that British announcer. He's sure a charmer," he winked. "Now tell me about Canada and your marriage, or has the gold medal already gone to your head?"

"Well, maybe I'll deign to speak with that announcer," she winked back. "Come, let's sit in the tub and we'll talk. It should be the right temperature about now."

They descended into the tub and took a seat in the frothing warm water. They both acknowledged how good the warm jets felt on their back muscles, and she regaled him about the beauty and the cold of the north, and about her harsh marriage in which her husband berated and controlled her until she could bear it no longer.

She put her hands over her face and started to cry. "I thought he loved me," she squeaked between tears. "How could he turn out to be so mean? How come I couldn't see it coming before I turned my whole life upside down for him? Oh, Chris, what a mess I made," she said before breaking down again. 

"There, there, Angela." He slid over beside her. He put his arm around her and drew her head onto his shoulder to console her. She noticed that he was slender, perhaps about five foot ten with short brown hair and a long nose on a long face.

"Thanks, Chris. You're sweet, and that's one thing I took note about you in high school," she said as she lightly stroked his cheek.

He thought he felt himself turn red, and hoped she wouldn't notice as she continued. "But in high school, we 'beautiful co-eds' as you say, wanted the athletic, well-chiseled macho types. We were too dumb not to appreciate congenial, sweet men like yourself."

"Well, don't beat yourself up over that, Angela," he said gazing intently at her thick curly hair, "because at that age, we boys didn't exactly want to be thought of as sweet. Friendly yes, nice maybe, but sweet, no—that was just too gay." They both grinned at each other, and nodded in agreement, as she nonchalantly placed her hand on his thigh under the water. His butterflies returned; he inhaled quickly. "Angela, you gotta answer one question for me. I remember a lot about your appearance, but I honestly can't remember you ever being that-that...you know..." he said looking directly at her cleavage.

"That big?" she laughed.

"Yeah, thanks. That's it."

"Well, the truth of the matter is that my bust actually grew an inch or two during my senior year, and then grew even more when I started to have sex with my husband. Something about hormones, probably. Why do you ask? Do you like them?" she asked coyly.

"No, why should I like them? They're only magnificent."

"Just magnificent? Is that all?" she asked in mock disappointment.

"No, actually they're spectacular, if you really must know."

"Well then," she started to untie the bikini top from behind her back. "Why not look at them?"

"No don't, Angela."

"Why not?" Don't you want to see my spectacular breasts?" she asked with a lilt in her voice.

"It wouldn't do any good anyway."

"Why not?"

"Because it would be like looking at the sun. I'd be blinded by your beauty."

"You are such a nut, did you know that?" But you're sure the sweetest man I know. May I kiss you?"

"Oh, all right," he said in feigned resignation, "if you insist."

She laughed loudly. He was expecting her to reach her lips up toward his, but was surprised instead when in one motion she brought her head across his torso to the other shoulder, and then reached up behind his neck to bring his head downward to her waiting lips.

"Mmm, that was nice, Angela. Do you mind if we do that again?"

"Well, I don't know," she said in jest, "let me think about it. Well, maybe we'd enjoy it more if you'd do this," she suggested. Before he knew it, she took his hand and slipped it under the top half of her bikini. He was flabbergasted and not a little flustered, but it was the softest, most delicious sensation Chris ever experienced—until a lump grew out from his groin. Now that felt delicious. Before he could complete this thought, his head was being brought down again to kiss her lips. His brain felt like the foaming water that enveloped them.

"That was wonderful, Angela," he said softly. "You're wonderful. B-but...I-I can't do this."

"Do what, sweetheart, kiss and caress me?"

"No, the part where I want you."

"Yes, but...okay. I'll discuss this, but keep on caressing me. Here, I'll make it easier. Before he knew what happened, she peeled off her top, and in one motion she brought his arms around her back so his hands could cover her large brown nipples. "There, that's better. Now you'll know how large I am, and not have to guess. Go ahead. Don't be bashful. You can also look while you talk...or do you need sunglasses?"

She paused to hear Chris laugh at her joke, and then continued. "I think I should also know how large you are too, don't you agree?" Before he could respond, she had reached through the froth to take the measure of his member straining under his bathing suit. He could tell that the growth in his groin was complete. "Jeez, Chris, if I had known you were that well built, I would have just cut through all the chit-chat and cheap thrills, and rode you like the sweet stud you are."

Thanks, Angela. You're sublimely lovely, and I want you, too, but I can't have sex with you."

"You mean, you don't like me?"

"No, I mean...Oh, I don't know what I mean. Since you slipped your hand under my suit and fondled me, my IQ is like an imbecile's. It's not you I don't like. I'm trying—unsuccessfully, I see—to save myself for when I get married."

"You are such a darling. Look, Chris," she said taking her hand out of his suit and sitting upright, "I'm going to move over here away from you, and I'm only going to say this once. So listen up, stud," she admonished. "First, saving myself for my husband didn't help me at all. I would've been much better off if I had lived with him first before marrying him. I'm sure I would've found out about my fiancé's problems before I committed myself to marriage. 

"Oh, please excuse me now while I rub my own nipples. You were doing a great job, but if you're not going to finish what you started, then I will. Now, second, if we don't have sex soon, do you think you'll just leave here and never think of me again?"

He shook his head meekly, unable to take his eyes off the fingers sybaritically plying her bosom. "Of course not," she said with sly emphasis. "In fact, you'll go home and probably go straight to your room, think of us here, wish your fingers were where mine are now, and finish yourself off until you explode. I wouldn't be surprised if I heard you scream all the way from here...that's if you don't hear me scream first. And what a waste that would be, eh?"

Chris grinned at Angela's Canadian expression. "I think you're just trying to seduce me," he said in an accusatory manner, trying with difficulty not to smile.

"Oh, really? Is it that obvious? Jeez, and I thought I was doing such a good job of keeping my motives a secret. I guess I'm slippin'. Well, tell me, how'm I doin' in the seduction department?"

"You really are a witch, you know."

"I know," she cackled, "but at least I know what I want. What do you want, Chris?"

His pause seemed like an eternity for them both, during which time neither could breathe. Finally, Chris said methodically, "Yes, I want you. Come here, you luscious, voluptuous woman. But, I'm a virgin, you know, so you'll have to teach me."

"There's no crime in being a virgin, Chris. In fact, Angela, a full professor in the College of Sex, will teach you, and it'll be my pleasure to show you what to do to make me feel good. Then, I'll make you feel so good you'll beg for more from this gold medal winner. How does that sound, college boy?"

"Mmm, heavenly. Now come here, you temptress, and first show me how to French kiss."

"Mmm, with pleasure, my darling sweet man."

They spent a long afternoon together converting the simmering hot tub into a scalding cauldron. Sounds of their incipient love filled the air. Her sad eyes turned happy as she engulfed him: his happy eyes turned delirious with desire as he buried himself into her. 



The Hot Tub



part 2 of Curiosity Laid the Bachelorette

Warning, this is a tale that deals with adultery. If you do not like such stories then move on to something you will like better. If you read and then post nasty or hateful comments then I will laugh at how pathetic you are. If you actually have constructive criticism that could help me improve my next story, then I would love to hear from you. 

Thank you.

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It had been almost a year since Mark and I were married and I had my bachelorette party misadventure. I look back on it with mixed emotions. I did regret that I lost control, but at the same time was glad it happened because I was able to get it out of my system for good. It was all my own private secret, which actually was a bit of a turn on, but not enough to go for a repeat performance.

Everything was going smoothly. Mark and I were getting settled into our house and couple routines were beginning to take over and soon perhaps there would be a baby.

I had just stopped taking birth control and the resulting period was just about done.

Sitting on the couch drinking coffee reading the paper one morning, Mark suggested that we should get a hot tub and install it on the back porch.

Half listening I said, "Sure."

"Great!" Mark answered, "let's go to the home supply store that's by the mall today."

Feeling the blood drain from my cheeks, I remembered that James worked at that store.

Suddenly the memory of that night came crashing back. Remembering what I had done. I really didn't want to go in case he was there. 

"Maybe we can talk to that manager and get a good deal," Mark said.

"What manager?"

"The guy whose card you have in your purse ... Jack ... John ... here let me check," he said as he took out my wallet.

"Yeah, James, since he knows you, maybe we can get a break."

"Shit!" I thought, 'Why the fuck did I keep that card?'

I couldn't very well refuse, so I agreed to go with Mark to the store, but first I felt I needed to change into something more presentable and more flattering.

We arrived at the store and walked in. Looking around I didn't notice James around and breathed a sigh or relief. The knot in my stomach was beginning to relax when it instantly hardened after hearing from behind, "Well hello!"

Turning around, we were greeted with the rotund James.

Seeing him standing there I immediately recalled that the last time I saw him he was naked on the bed having been sucked off by me just hours before my wedding. Reaching out, his large, dark hand engulfed my tiny and white one, "Wonderful to see you again ... how long has it been?"

Not giving me time to answer he jumps back in with, "Oh, yeah ... you were still a single woman the last time I saw you ... and this," turning and extending his hand to Mark, "... must be the lucky man."

"I'm Mark, good to meet you."

"So how can I help you two lovebirds?" he said giving me a sideways glance and a smile.

Mark explained what we wanted to do, so James took us to the appropriate locations and gave some excellent advice and suggestions. He genuinely seemed interested and I felt much more at ease being there.

After we decided what to buy, James even helped us out by giving us a break on the delivery charges, he would just find the driver and work something out. As James was about to leave Mark turned to me and said, "I'm so glad you held on to James's card honey."

James looked at me and said, "Hey, I'm glad I was able to get your business," while fumbling with his pen which he proceeded to drop to his side, "excuse me a sec". He turned around bent down to retrieve his pen, giving me and Mark a long look at his extremely wide ass.

Staring in disbelief at what he was doing, Mark jabbed me in the arm with his elbow. Looking at him, he motioned to James and gave a broad smile. Feeling extremely embarrassed and ashamed because I had kissed and tongued that very ass and, worst of all, had enjoyed it.

James then stood back up and looked at both of us with a hint of a smile that told me he wanted a repeat, then said, "I hope we can do more business in the future." At that he walked off to do whatever he needed to do.

I gave Mark an angry stare and he just looked back in innocence. As we walked around some more Mark said, "You know, he is a nice guy, but jeez, he looks awful."

Without thinking I jumped defend James and said, "He probably can't help it."

Mark just scoffs and says, "Yes he can, leave the table sooner."

I just take a breath and don't reply. Mark continues by saying, "He really seems like a cool guy, and could be good looking ... who knows ... if he got into shape, he could probably land someone as hot as you."

Trying not to have a reaction, I just continued walking, desperately wanting to change the topic.

After wandering around in silence, James came walking back up to us. "Guys, unfortunately our driver is going to be busy with deliveries all week and we won't be able to schedule it until sometime next week."

"I was really hoping to get the stuff this afternoon ... but I can't fit it all in my SUV ... are we able to store things here?"

"Unfortunately," James replied, "we really do not have the space ... mmm ... Ya' know, I was supposed to be off about ten minutes ago. If you like, I have a large truck and I could give you a hand," he said. "Besides, I have done this type of thing before and I could give you some suggestions and tips."

Much to my relief, Mark said that he couldn't ask James to do that. However, James insisted saying that he'd like to do it and besides, it would be nice to use his truck to actually haul stuff.

"If you sure it is no probl ..." James cut Mark off saying, "None at all."

We made our purchase and got the truck loaded up and were ready to head out. A couple of hard bodied young men helped us load up the vehicles. James asked for directions and Mark began giving them, then stopped.

"Well, we live in kind of a new subdivision and the signs and markers are not all up yet and it can be confusing." Turning to me he said, "Hon, why don't you ride with James? That way I can get home and get the gate open."

Before he finished the final word I enthusiastically said, "OK!"

Catching myself, I then more calmly said, "I mean, if you guys think that is the best way."

"Good," said Mark, as he kissed me on the cheek then headed to our car to go back home.

Turning to look at James, he had the a huge toothy grin on his face.

He entered his truck as I walked around to the passenger side and climbed in and closed the door. The butterflies in my stomach felt like they were on speed and caffeine.

Feeling the need to set the record straight, I began to tell James not to get the wrong idea.

Before I could complete my thought he reached behind my head, grabbed my hair and pushed me towards him. I tried to resist but he was too strong. Our mouths met and I responded by almost climbing onto his lap but couldn't fit between him and the steering wheel.

I next heard a "daayummmm" through the open drivers side window and looked to see we had an audience of a couple of his young co-workers who had help us load up the truck. Feeling my cheeks flush I sat back down in the passenger seat and slunk down as low as I could. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice James give a thumbs up while he drove off.

Humming, he drove out of the lot glancing at me. Once we were out of the parking lot, I sat up and trying to maintain some cool directed James where we needed to go.

At a stop light he looked over at me and said, "You've gained weight!"

It was not a question.

Annoyed, I looked at him as he continued to watched the road.

"Ya' know, I could've mention that you have gained weight as well?"

He simply shrugged is shoulders and casually said, "I'd still fuck ya'."

Peeved, I looked straight ahead and responded with, "Don't count on it!"

He then pulled into the first parking lot which happened to be for a gas station, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him again. To my surprise I offered no resistance as our tongues met again.

He then guided my head to his crotch where I fumbled with his belt and got finally got his pants unzipped. Since his penis was smaller than I was used to and since he was so large, I couldn't do much more than bat him around with my tongue as I massaged him with my hand. It didn't take long for him to ejaculate into my open mouth. After cleaning him off as best I could, I sat up and noticed a big stream running down my chin and onto my shirt. Wiping it up with my hand, then licking it off, I cleaned myself up as best I could as I sat back contentedly.

Backing up in the driveway, Mark was standing there waiting for us inside the garage. Hopping down from the cap, I walk to Mark and kiss him. Hearing James walk around the cab, I quickly turn around with a huge smile on my face.

Mark said to us, "I was starting to think ya'll ran off or something."

James immediately responds with, "Naa', that really wouldn't be good customer service," to which all three of us laughed.

After getting the materials into the garage, we took James to the back porch where we wanted to install the hot tub. Instantly the two seemed to connect and I felt the odd person out. Sitting on the swing, the men talk and toss out ideas. Mark accepted just about every suggestion James made. Finally, as they begin to wrap up Mark said, "Well, this might turn out to be more your tub than ours."

"Don't worry, I'll let you use her occasionally." James answered as he slyly glanced at me causing my face to redden.

"When do you plan on finishing it?"

"I was hoping to start on it this weekend, but unfortunately, I have to go out of town Thursday for a business meeting and won't be back until Monday, so right now it'll just have to sit there."

"Really?" said James, then added, "Well, I should be getting back to the shop. But, if I may, have you ever installed anything like this before?"

"No," said Mark, "but I'm usually pretty good at this kind of thing."

"Well ..." said James, "you might find it is more difficult than you think. Tell ya' what, I'm off this Thursday and have installed several of these units. If you and the little lady agree, I could come over and have this sucker up and working in a couple of hours and ready to be broken in when you return."

"What do you think, hon?"

"I think it is a good idea, but I'd hate to have James waste his day off working here."

James cut in, "It's no bother. I love doing this stuff and I think we can work something out."

"She'll be taking me to the airport around noon, you want to come over in the evening?"

"Sounds good," said James with a beaming smile. "I can probably be here around 2:30. That way it will be up and running before sundown."

Mark replied, "Amber will be home by then, just come on over."

I agreed and the tingle that had been between my legs since the truck ride grew exponentially.

James left shortly after and Mark and I proceeded to get things organized.

The next few days went very slowly, but Thursday finally arrived. I drove Mark to the airport.

On the way we made idle chit chat. Out of nowhere I stated, "I've gained weight!"

Mark looked over to me and replied, "Hey, I've gained some as well and believe me we both have a looong way to go before we need to worry about it."

"Still, I think I'm going to go on a diet and start working out again."

"OK, if it's important to you, I'll join you as well when I get back ... maybe we should invite James as well," Mark said humorously.

"Ya' know, you don't have to be a dick about it," I said somewhat defensively.

He chuckled, even though I wasn't being funny.

As we approached the airport he suggested just dropping him off at the gate. Still a bit annoyed with Mark, I put up a token resistance not really wanting to go inside. He again resisted and I quickly gave in.

After kissing me, he left the car, grabbed his luggage and said, "Feel free to break in the tub if it gets done in time."

"Don't worry," I answered smiling big. "I will."

As soon as he was at the check-in stand, I took off. Feeling guilty for pushing him away like that and for what I was thinking, I almost turned towards the parking garage so I could go in and see him off. Instead, I pulled out my cell and called James.

When James finally picked up I felt as nervous as schoolgirl.

"Hi! It's Amber, how are you James?"

"Oh ... yeah ... what do you need?" he replied rather brusquely.

I should be home in about an hour, when can you come over?"

Perking up he replies, "Then I'll be there a little after an hour."

"Great! I'll be waiting for you."

Laughing, he hangs up the phone without even a goodbye.

Feeling a little annoyed at his apparent lack of excitement, it never occurred to me that he wasn't as excited as I was.

I arrived home and hadn't even finished changing when I heard the doorbell ring. Opening the door and saw James standing there in a dirty t-shirt and old jeans. Not even thinking I leapt into his arms and kissed him.

James pushed me off him, pushed me back, entered the house and closed the door. "Relax babe," he said, "you'll get some."

I just stood there surprised at my reaction as he filed past me and went out the back door.

Feeling extremely embarrassed, I sat down on the closest chair and did not move for a while.

A couple of hours had passed and I spent most of my time watching from the couch as James installed and filled up the tub. Watching him, I couldn't believe how horny I was getting and how I wish he'd hurry up and finish so he could come in and work on me. Knowing that I should make him leave as soon as he was done didn't mean I would . Unfortunately, even though I hadn't admitted it to myself, I knew he would likely end up staying.

James opened the door. "Almost finished; just filling the tub now and are getting ready to 'break it in' with ya'," he said smiling devilishly as he headed back to the work site.

Walking around the house the tingling in my crotch became almost unbearable. Looking outside James was finishing cleaning up the hot tub area getting it ready for its inauguration. I opened the door and asked James if he wanted anything to eat or drink. 

"A beer and whatever you have would be good."

"OK," I cried back and proceeded to make some sandwiches. When I finished I took them and some beer out onto the patio and sat on the swing. James joined me and took a sandwich and finished it and the beer in a second.

"Anything else?"

"Just you in that hot tub."

Smiling I stood up, removed my cloths and got into the tub without hesitation. Fortunately, we had a privacy screen, so neighbors couldn't see what was gong on, but that didn't mean they couldn't hear what was about to happen, which made me even hornier than I was already.

James wasted no time in disrobing and awkwardly joined me in the tub. Seeing his corpulent form was rather unpleasant; however, I still wanted him for some reason.

Before he was settled I leaned forward pressing my tiny white body against large black bulk. I then planted my lips on his as he returned it in force. As we kissed his hands went to my breasts and he massaged them rather roughly, leaving red marks.

I reached down and grabbed his hard but diminutive cock. Rubbing it and his balls he let go of my breasts and leaned back. Moving my leg over his, I straddled him as we continued to kiss. Because of his large stomach, he couldn't enter me in our current position, so I guided him up to the top of the tub and pushed him down so he was laying flat.

Putting my fingers around him I resumed stroking him alternating between his shaft and balls.

Lowering my head, I engulfed his penis gently gnawing on it the way Mark liked it. James seemed to enjoy it as well and I continued, moving between his shaft and balls. Reaching between my legs I felt the tremors of an orgasm building.

James let out a low groan, which told me he was approaching his own orgasm. As my mouth was getting tired, I pulled away from him and leaned up against the tub then said, "Fuck me."

Eagerly, he slowly moved behind me and slammed his cock into inside me, pushing me into the side of the tub knocking the wind out of me as I grunted in mix of pain and pleasure. He pounded me picking up more and more force until he was again approached orgasm.

He quickly withdrew and flipped me around and began kissing me hard. He moved his mouth down my body, stopping only briefly to suckle my breasts. He resumed licking down my body until he arrived at my waiting pussy. His tongue slid down the outer lips tasting my juices. His tongue almost magically found my clit which he mercilessly began manipulating much to my intense pleasure.

"OH GOD!" I cried as James masterfully nibbled on my clit, sucking and licking the hard knob of flesh. Losing all inhibitions and forgetting I was outdoors and I thrust up and moaned in ecstasy. As I bucked he continued to nibble and tongue my most sensitive areas, until my body was consumed by an intense orgasm. This was the first time I had such an intense orgasm from oral sex. Sadly, Mark had never come close to driving me into such a frenzy with his tongue.

"OOOHHH JAMES!" I cried as my naked, lithe body bounced on the edge of the tub hoping this feeling would never end.

James face was soaked with my juices as my ivory skin glistened, but not from the water from the tub.

James then climbed on top of me and thrust his hardness into my waiting lips. As he entered, I met each motion with a push of my own, hardly noticing that he wasn't as well endowed as Mark. Even so, I felt a wave of sparks each time he pushed himself inside of me.

We continued grinding into each other, savoring the moment, not wanting it to end. As wonderful a lover my husband was I had never felt quite like this before and she didn't want it to end.

James began picking up the pace, slamming into me faster and harder. While he couldn't reach as far into me he somehow seemed to know exactly where to touch or rub.

My breath began speeding up in guttural rasps. I got closer and closer as James pounded into me. Finally, waves of pleasure exploded from my vagina and radiated throughout my entire body. Grunting I grabbed James and held on as if my life depended on it. Proving too much, James released his own seed into me thrusting with each spasm of his own.

Collapsing on top of me, we both breathed deeply waiting for or strength and senses to return. After a few minutes James rolled off me and sat in the tub relaxing. I immediately followed leaned my head on his dark glistening shoulder. Sitting like that for a few minutes, I suddenly bolt upright and in a panic said quietly to myself, "My God! I'm not on the pill anymore." James, not reacting, just put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me back towards him as I dazedly acquiesced. My phone then began to ring. It was Mark's ring tone; I let it go to voice mail.



The Hot Tub



My wife and I both travel quite often for work. We had the misfortune last December to both be gone when our heating gave out. We live in the northeast in an older house, so you can imagine what happened. Burst pipes. My wife returned from her trip to a mess. Thankfully the damage could have been worse. But until the repairs were made, we simply didn't want to be in the house. My wife's mother offered for us to stay with her, and we really didn't have any other option.

My wife does not get along well at all with her mother, mostly because they are so similar. Blunt, without that internal sensor to detect when they're being offensive, neither seems able to go more than a few hours without saying something to tick off the other. Thankfully, my wife was outward bound on another trip almost immediately after arriving. I, on the other hand, would have to spend a few days with her.

But I didn't really mind, so long as the two weren't in the same room. I'd had long enough to get used to my mother. She was an odd combination of things: she was very religiously upright, but she was also a nurse. Which meant she was an odd combination of prude and crude. She had no problem talking about sex, for instance, in ways which made everyone uncomfortable. She was very practical and clinical, and straight to the point. Over the five years I'd been married to her daughter, she seemed to have mellowed slightly, and maybe learned some tact. Maybe. A little.

In any case, I was staying in her guest bedroom for at least four days. I'd just returned from a particularly long and frustrating day at work. Being gone from the office so often meant that co-workers often "borrowed" things from my office. Like my chair. My very comfortable, ergonomic, expensive office chair. And, of course, no one wanted to admit to taking it. So I was forced to sit at my computer all day in a piece-of-crap, $20, no-padding office chair. Combined with having spent hours in a plane the previous day, my back was killing me.

It must have been obvious, because when I arrived at my mother's house, she immediately started giving me advice on how to help my back. She offered me prescription-strength Tylenol, which I refused. She even offered me something a little more powerful (like so many nurses, she's comfortable handing out prescription medication like it's candy). But I really just needed to sit down. So I did. But she wouldn't let up.

"Why not soak in the hot tub?" she offered.

"Well, it's about freezing outside, for one," I answered.

She scoffed. "That doesn't matter. The water is hot. It'll feel good. I'm sure you'll feel better after some time in the hot tub. Actually, it sounds like a good idea. I might even go out myself."

"Second," I continued, "when I packed for this trip, I didn't think to include a bathing suit."

"Oh, just go in naked," she said. I laughed, knowing that she was probably not joking but treating it as such anyway. "What, are you too embarrassed to go out naked? No one can see. It's all trees. There isn't another house for a half mile."

That was true. Angela's house was up on a hill surrounded by trees in a thinly-developed area. And I had to admit that the hot tub sounded like a good idea.

"You said you want to go, so go ahead. Maybe I'll go out later," I answered, and settled down in the chair.

"You're being silly," she answered. "We can go out together. And if you're embarrassed about going out naked, I'll close my eyes. Or, if it will make you feel better, I'll go out naked too."

I laughed again. Angela was in her late 40s, and by no means unattractive. She'd managed to keep in shape as best as someone could who wasn't actively maintaining themselves. She could still wear a bathing suit without being embarrassed. But there was something just plain odd about being naked with her in a hot tub. I figured I'd end up spending a lot of time in therapy, or something.

But my back was really hurting at this point. And more work tomorrow suggested that I ought to do something about it.

"Ok, ok," I relented. "We'll go out. You, just wear a bathing suit, and make sure you close your eyes when I get in, ok?"

She got me a towel and I went to my bedroom and undressed, wrapping the towel around myself. The narrow stone path to the hot tub was cleared from the recent snow, but it was cold outside—around 35-40 degrees. I looked at it with trepidation. Finally I got my nerve up and went out to the hot tub, jumping quickly from stone to stone on my toes. Angela had opened the hot tub cover and had it going, but she was nowhere to be seen. I got up my courage, dropped the towel on the bench nearby, and slid into the hot water.

It felt wonderful. And the cold air on my face and the hot water below was very relaxing. Through the steam, I saw the door slide open and Angela approaching (much the same way I did), with a towel around her.

"It's freezing!" she squealed.

She climbed the three steps to the edge of the hot tub and discarded her towel.

She was naked. I had that fleeting glimpse of her body: her small, only slightly sagging breasts, with tiny, hard nipples; her curves, attractively smooth, down to her curly bush of brown hair between her legs. By the time those details registered, she was sliding into the water, as if nothing was amiss.

She let out a long moan of pleasure, and I realized that my penis was stiffening. And though the water was foaming with jets of air, it was clear—and thus my arousal wasn't exactly hidden from view. I decided to ignore it for now, and just hope it went away.

The tub was clearly meant for just three or four people, but even with the two of us the proximity was a little unnerving. Her calves kept rubbing against mine. It didn't seem to bother her at all.

"See?" she asked, "It's that better?"

I admitted that it was. She smiled.

We chatted for a bit about work, which was nice because it took my mind off my not-so-little problem downstairs. Occasionally, though, she sat up, which in a hot tub this size meant that her breasts would pop out of the water. I tried not to look, but I'm a guy. And even though she was my mother, tits are tits. It's genetic or something. We can't not look. So my problem never fully disappeared.

After about ten minutes I stretched, and something in my back pulled, and not in a good way. It wasn't terribly painful, but I grimaced.

"Come over here," Angela said, "and I'll rub your back."

I hesitated, but she frowned at me as if I was being stupid and waved me over. I carefully turned by back toward her and moved to her side of the tub. I kind of squated there in the tub, but that wasn't working.

"Just sit on my knees," she ordered. I did so.

It was very odd, sitting there bare-assed on her knees. Occasionally her legs would open a bit, and I'd feel a jet of air against my ass and balls. Not entirely unpleasant, of course, but at this point I was starting to get horny. Very horny.

She rubbed my back, and it actually felt very nice. Some of the tension there disappeared.

"That feels much better, Angie," I said.

"Great!" she answered. "Now, my turn!"

I didn't say anything, not in English, anyway, and suddenly I was up and over on my side of the hot tub, and she was coming toward me, breasts visible and dripping water. She turned and sat on my legs, but a little further back. My cock slid against her cheeks under the water before I managed to get a hold of it, and move it into a less aggressive position.

She said nothing about it. I thought, perhaps, she thought it was my hand, but even then I had the idea that she knew exactly what it was. Either she didn't mind, or she was simply enjoying making me uncomfortable. Either way, I decided to be more careful. Still, my cock was harder than it had been in a long time. My mind kept slipping back to that brief glimpse of her before she slid into the water.

I rubbed her back for a few minutes, but she wasn't really that tense. She did seem to enjoy the attention, though. Slowly, however, she seemed to slide further and further back on my legs. I tried to keep her at a distance, but it wasn't working. Finally, she slid all the way back and my hard cock slid up between her cheeks and against her pussy.

I didn't say anything, and neither did she. I was ready to pop right there. She stayed there for a moment, without moving. My cock was throbbing between her legs. She couldn't possibly not feel it. Then, slowly, she began moving forward and back, rubbing my cock against her pussy. My hands moved to her hips and I found myself helping her, pulling her down hard onto me. Her legs spread further open, and then I felt her hand down between her legs, and rubbing my cock. She spread slightly wider, and she pushed up with her hand and I slid into her. She came down hard on me, the water in the hot tub moving in waves around us as we moved.

Her other hand found mine and moved it to her right breast. I cupped it in my hand, with my thumb and forefinger teasing her hard nipple. She grabbed the hand and made me knead her breast harder, pinching and pulling her nipple hard. She moaned, increasing her tempo.

"Pinch it hard," she gasped, and I did. She moaned louder, the water splashed my face, some of it landing outside the tub. I could feel her muscles tensing, shuddering. I reached up with my other hand and pinched her other nipple hard. I could feel myself getting close to coming. Her hand strayed between her legs and found my balls. She stroked them, tugged on them, cupped them. I was on the edge.

"I'm gonna come," I said, and as I pinched and pulled on her slick, wet, hard nipples she began to move even faster, gasping.

"I'm coming!" she squealed, fucking me harder and faster. I felt my cock throbbing inside her, and finally, as she came down hard on me, shuddering uncontrollably, I came—flooding her with spasm after spasm of come, so much that I never thought I'd stop.


Finally, she collapsed back onto me, my cock sliding out. A moment later she stood, collected her towel and went inside. I followed a few moments later. 

I showered, cleaned up, and dressed, all the while trying to make sense of what had just happened. I wasn't sure what to do or say. I went to the kitchen.

Angela was there, also showered and dressed. She was preparing dinner.

I was about to say something, but she interrupted.

"Dinner will be ready in about a half hour," she said. "There's no reason to talk about what happened. I won't say anything, and neither should you. I'll just say 'thankyou,' to you, for giving me what I haven't had in a very long time."

I nodded, smiled, and went off to set the table.



The Hot Tub and the Lady in Red



I'll never forget the evening I shared a hot tub with my neighbors and danced with "the lady in red."

I was only nineteen at the time and I still lived with my parents. The reason why I lived with my parents is because I was working part-time and going to school and I didn't have much money.

My neighbors, Bob and Tina, both teachers, were older than me and had been married for a couple of years. Bob was twenty-nine and Tina was twenty-four. They didn't have any children. They had moved into the house next to mine only a few months earlier. Despite the differences in our ages, it didn't take long for us to become good friends.

The evening started innocently enough when Bob invited me over to watch a basketball game. It was February and it was freezing outside.

After the game was over, Tina suggested that we relax in the hot tub.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Uh, I didn't bring my bathing suit."

She smiled at me and replied, "That's okay. You don't need one."

I was so completely taken by surprise by what Tina had just said that I didn't know how to reply or what to do. Did I understand her right? Was she suggesting that I should go nude?

Please understand, at that time, I didn't have much experience or confidence when it came to girls. I didn't have a girlfriend and I was horny all the time.

Now Tina would see me naked! I felt my cock starting to twitch and to swell.

It seemed as if a thousand thoughts were racing through my head at the same time. I was afraid that I would have an erection that I would not be able to hide from Tina. My cock is little when it is relaxed, but it is quite large when it is erect. Would she laugh at me if she saw my cock? Would Bob get mad if he were to see me exhibiting a hard-on in front of his wife?

Tina didn't say anything about being nude herself. Would I actually get to see Tina without any clothes on? She was so beautiful! Now my cock was even stiffer and pressing painfully within the confines of my jeans.

I think Tina must have read my mind because she said, "Here's a towel you can cover yourself with. Just lay your clothes on the chair." She handed me the towel.

All I could manage to say was "Okay."

Thankfully, Tina went out of the room for a few minutes while Bob and I got undressed. I laid my clothes on the chair as Tina had instructed me to do.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, but I realized that it was too small for me to tie properly. It just barely covered me. I had no choice but to grasp the towel with one hand to keep it from falling.

I couldn't help but to notice Bob's cock. It was bigger than mine and it wasn't even erect! I was suddenly feeling very inadequate.

Bob and I didn't get into the hot tub right away. I think he wanted to wait until Tina got back. Instead, he began to fidget with the tub. He checked the temperature and the pH. He explained to me all the work and expense that is involved with having a hot tub.

All the while that Bob was explaining this to me, he stood there completely naked. He appeared relaxed and not at all self-conscious. I, on the other hand, expecting Tina to return at any moment, continued to hold the towel around my waist.

It wasn't long before Tina returned. She smiled at me when she saw me nervously standing there with only the towel protecting my modesty. She handed me a drink.

Tina giggled and said, "You look cute in that little towel!"

I think Tina was enjoying this scene because she appeared to be in no hurry to get undressed. After all, she was fully clothed, wearing a red blouse and black jeans, while I was almost completely nude. I think she was hoping that my towel would fall off and that I would be even more embarrassed than I already was.

Tina stood there watching as Bob continued to fidget with the hot tub. The water temperature wasn't quite right.

I sat down on a lounge chair while Tina sat on the sofa facing me. We talked while we sipped on our drinks. I couldn't help wondering, "Is she going to take off her clothes?" I was very excited at the thought that I might get to see Tina nude, but I realized that it was highly unlikely that that was going to happen. I figured that just because Bob and I were naked, it didn't mean that she would be naked too.

Tina smiled at me, as if she were reading my mind. She suddenly began to take off her shoes and socks: first the left shoe, then the right shoe, then the left sock, then the right sock. I admired her little bare feet.

Then she took off her watch and earrings. She placed them on the coffee table that was in front of the sofa.

Tina wore a necklace with a heart shaped pendant. She took that off too.

My heart felt as if it missed a beat. I was certain that Tina would walk out of the room before undressing any further.

But, Tina did not leave the room. Instead, she continued to do what I would call "a slow strip tease." She slowly began to take off her clothing, one piece at a time, all the while managing, somehow, to appear shy and modest and, perhaps, a little embarrassed.

I watched as she began to unbutton the white buttons of her red blouse starting with the button at the top and working all the way down to the bottom. All the while that she did this, she talked with Bob and me, acting casual, as if nothing were unusual. I tried not to stare at her but I couldn't help it. She pulled the blouse off of her shoulders and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. Making sure to face me, she slipped the blouse completely off, revealing the cups of a red bra.

At that time, I didn't know very much about bras, but it was a beautiful lacy little thing. It must have been one of those "Victoria's Secret" lingerie. It had little hearts on it. All I knew was that it barely covered her breasts and, when she bent forwards, I could see quite a bit of cleavage. I could actually see her nipples through the thin material. And her chest looked so white and smooth! Tina neatly folded her blouse and placed it on a chair.

Tina paused for a moment and took another sip of her drink. She looked up at me with her green eyes and smiled. I think she must have known the effect that she was having on me.

Now she was unfastening her jeans. I could tell that they were a perfect fit. She slowly wiggled them off of her hips and down her thighs, making sure that she didn't accidently pull off her panties in the process. She slipped the jeans completely off, folded them, and placed them on the chair underneath where she had laid her blouse.

I remember that Tina wore these little red panties. They were lacy and almost see through. I think the bra and panties must have been a matching set.

Tina looked so beautiful. I tried not to stare at her cute little body. She was a petite 5 feet 2 inches tall, with long straight black hair.

Didn't Tina realize that she was teasing me? My cock was sticking up in the air! I tried to conceal it with the towel, but I knew that Tina could tell that I had an erection. Tina looked at me and my towel and smiled. She didn't say anything.

She asked Bob, "Is the tub ready yet?"

"Yes, It's fine."

"Maybe I should go in like this."

"No honey. That cute outfit is too nice to wear in the hot tub. The chemicals will ruin them."

"Okay."

I didn't know what to expect. I thought, "Oh well, she'll probably go into the other room and put on a bathing suit."

But, again, Tina did not leave the room. Instead, she reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and let it fall off her shoulders. Tina's tits, now unrestrained, just seemed to pop out. Tina was topless! 

I tried not to stare at Tina's breasts, but I couldn't help it. They were so soft! I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I wanted to touch them.

I knew that it was a fine line that I was walking because I didn't want to be disrespectful. I could tell by her smile that Tina was enjoying exhibiting her breasts to me and that she was not at all offended that I was looking at her. I think she knew that I was only nineteen years old and that I didn't have a girlfriend and that she was getting me very sexually frustrated.

Tina "pranced" around the room in her little red panties, pretending that she needed to do this or that. I think she was still trying to decide whether or not to take them off. I also think that she wanted to tease me as much as she could get away with.

Finally, she slipped the panties off of her waist and let them drop to the floor. Now she was totally naked!

She said, "Okay. I'm cold! Let's get in the tub."

I waited for Tina to turn towards the hot tub before I took off my towel because I didn't want her to see my cock sticking up in the air. I was also concerned that Bob would see me and that he would get angry.

Bob got into the hot tub first and then he helped Tina in, making sure that she didn't slip.

Then it was my turn. I took off my towel and quickly stepped into the tub. Of course, both of them must have seen my erection, but neither of them said anything.

Tina cuddled up close to Bob and I sat facing them.

It was relaxing to soak in the hot tub. Bob had turned on the jets and the hot water felt great.

The three of us talked about a number of things.

Bob explained, "Tina and I decided to get the hot tub because it is so damn freezing outside."

Tina agreed, "Yes, it's awful cold."

Tina looked so tempting. I could see her bare shoulders, but I couldn't see much below that because the water was so dark and steamy.

Bob must have read my mind because he decided to turn the underwater lights on. Now I could clearly see Tina's titties bobbing in the water.

Tina caught me staring at her and she smiled.

She said, "You know, I don't usually go naked in the hot tub when we have company."

I said, "You don't?"

"No. Not unless it's my girlfriend."

I asked, "Do you often invite other people to join you?"

Bob answered, "No, not often."

Tina said, "Bob did invite his brother over once."

"What did he think of it?"

"Oh, he liked it!"

Bob added, "When my brother was here, I tried to talk Tina into taking her bathing suit off, but she wouldn't do it."

Tina laughed and said, "There was no way I was going to get naked in front of your brother!"

"Why not? It's only my brother."

Tina giggled, "Because I knew that he would gawk at me!"

I said, "Tina, if you don't mind my asking, why was it okay for you to get naked in front of me?"

She looked at me and said, "That's different. You're my friend. I feel comfortable with you. You don't mind do you?"

"No, I'm flattered. I feel comfortable with you too."

When Bob got out of the tub for a few minutes, Tina scooted over to sit next to me.

"Now I can hear you a little better."

Tina was sitting very close to me. We were almost touching. In fact, every now and then, her knee would bump against mine. I really didn't think very much about it. I just figured that she was being friendly.

She whispered to me, "Did I tease you a little bit, earlier, when I took off my clothes?"

I replied, "Yes!"

She giggled and said, "I could see!"

"Oh."

After soaking for a while, Tina said, "It's getting hot. I think I'm going to get out."

Tina immediately went into the shower to rinse off. In the meanwhile, Bob sat down on the sofa and I re-took my place in the lounge chair. This time, I sat on the towel but I didn't bother to try to cover myself. I felt relaxed from the hot tub.

Tina came back from the shower. She had one towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair. She looked real cute with the two towels! I noticed that she had a hand mirror, a comb, a tube of red lipstick, and a bottle of red nail polish. She put the items on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She said, "Bob, it's cool in here. Why don't you turn up the thermostat a little?"

Tina took off the towel that was around her hair and sat on the sofa next to Bob. Her hair was all dripping wet. She held the mirror as she combed her long black hair. 

After she was done combing her hair, Tina opened the bottle of red nail polish and began to slowly and meticulously apply it to each finger.

I watched as Bob started to get a bit "frisky" with Tina. He started kissing her on the neck and ear. He also tugged at the towel that was still wrapped around her body, causing it to become undone. Tina's tits were now exposed and dangling in front of me. She quickly retied the towel.

Tina said, "Stop it! The polish is still wet. You're going to ruin my nails!"

Bob laughed and said to me, "Tina is defenseless when she is doing her nails."

What a scene it was! Tina looked so sexy with her long black hair that was still dripping wet and her red finger nails. I thought about what Bob had said about her being "defenseless" and I wished that I was the one who was kissing her on the neck.

Finally, Tina was done with her nails. Next, she applied the red lipstick to her lips. She looked in the mirror to make sure it looked okay.

Tina stood up, the towel still wrapped around her, and waved her red finger nails at me and asked, "How do I look?"

I said, "You look beautiful!"

I think she liked what I said because she blushed and said, "Thank you."

It was just at that moment when Bob, suddenly and without warning, pulled Tina's towel completely off!

Tina shrieked, "Bob, I can't believe you did that!"

Bob laughed at Tina's pretense of being embarrassed. I just sat there with my mouth open, staring at her naked body. I know that my cock was stiff.

Tina grabbed the towel from Bob, but, this time, she didn't bother to wrap it around her. Instead, she sat back down on the sofa facing me, completely bare.

I think the drinks that we had consumed were having an effect. Tina was acting sillier and less inhibited as the evening progressed. I could also tell that her chest and face appeared flushed.

The three of us talked about a number of things. To tell you the truth, I was having a lot of trouble concentrating enough to carry on a conversation. Tina's breasts looked so beautiful! I thought Tina would take pity on me and at least put on a tee shirt, but she made no effort to cover herself. I looked at her cute little feet and legs.

Just when it seemed that my cock was beginning to settle down, Tina decided to rest her feet on the edge of the coffee table. I figured that she was just trying to get comfortable. If she had been dressed, I wouldn't have thought anything about it at all. 

I couldn't believe what Tina was allowing me to see! I tried to think about something else, but I couldn't stop imagining what it would feel like to put my cock inside of her wet pussy. I felt my cock starting to twitch and to swell. It seemed like it took only an instant for it, once again, to become fully engorged with blood. I was becoming very frustrated. I quickly covered myself with the towel so that Bob and Tina wouldn't see my erection.

The conversation turned more intimate.

Tina said, "We're going to have to fix you up with a girlfriend one of these days."

"That's okay."

"Seriously, I have a girl in mind."

"Who is she?"

"She's my cousin, Teri."

"What's she like?"

"Oh, she's about your age, maybe a little younger. She's really nice and she has a cute little figure. I'll invite you over some time so that you can meet her."

"Okay."

After a while, there was a lull in the conversation.

Tina said, "Let's play some music."

Bob said, "Okay. What shall I play?"

"Play something we can dance to."

"Okay."

Bob proceeded to play some fast music from the eighties that the three of us could dance to at the same time. I'm sure he realized that it wouldn't be much fun for me to spend the entire evening watching him dance with his wife.

Then Bob played a couple of slower numbers that he and Tina danced together. Both of them were nude and I enviously watched as they held each other close.

Tina said to me, "Jim, do you know how to dance?"

"Not very well."

"It's okay. I'll show you."

I hesitated to take Tina up on her offer because I was nude and I didn't want to embarrass myself.

"Uh, I don't have any clothes on."

"It's alright."

The next thing I knew, she had taken my hand. She picked out a few songs to play.

Then she said, "Put your hands here."

She placed my hands around her waist and then she put her arms around my neck. We danced slowly to the music while Bob watched.

At first, we really didn't make too much physical contact. What I mean is, her chest wasn't touching mine and my cock wasn't pressing against her. We weren't kissing or anything like that.

But, then, a song began to play. It was "Lady in Red" by Chris de Burgh.

"I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight. I've never seen you shine so bright.... The lady in red."

I thought about Tina's red finger nails and her red lipstick and the red bra and panties she wore earlier and how beautiful and ravishing she looked and I realized that I was dancing with "the lady in red."

I think that must have been a special song for her because, all of a sudden, she looked up at me with her green eyes and pressed her lips against mine in one long sensual kiss.

Suddenly, there was no avoiding it. My cock was getting hard and, this time, there was no towel to conceal my arousal.

I held her closer. She pressed her breasts against my chest. I could feel that her nipples were hard. She continued to kiss me.

Now my cock was completely erect. It was standing up in the air. I pulled back slightly. I was very embarrassed and I was especially worried what Bob would think. I didn't think he would appreciate my having an erection while dancing with his wife.

I started to apologize, but Tina said, "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

She continued to kiss me and to press her breasts against my chest. I held her close. Now my cock was rubbing against her pussy. I could feel that she was all wet.

Fortunately, before things got too out of hand, the song came to an end.

I said, "Thank you."

She smiled and kissed me and said, "You're welcome."

I will never forget the evening I danced with "the lady in red." 



The Hot Tub and the Neighbor



The night was chilly and the stars were out but the hot tub was warm...and I felt like a hot relaxing dip in the tub. Geoff wasn't all that thrilled with the idea but I knew if I could just get him out there he would be fine with the idea.

There was a bottle of Champagne in the refrigerator and that suited me just fine. I was almost certain he would want beer but I asked just in case. Of course I was right ...he moaned about the cold... so I snuggled up to him and gave his balls a little massaging a few kisses and sent him off to change. It was as I knew it would be game on.

I gathered the liquid refreshments. Then I checked my hair and make-up. Although why I bothered I'm not certain they were most certain to get completely ruined within minutes in the steamy tub. I let my clothes slip quietly to the floor as I grabbed my suit. I wanted the one that showed as much cleavage as possible ...yeah the black with the gold rings low below my tits. The rings did barely more than hold the 38 DD's in place especially with the hard thrusting bubbles of the tub and the swirling of the hot water. Grabbing the two towels out the door I went.

I flipped the switch and on blazed the tiny Christmas lights around the deck of the hot tub. I drew back the lid of the hot tub as hot steam billowed up into the night air. Wow...the smell of the water always drew me whether it was this, or the pool or the ocean...I was truly a water girl. Of course having my preference I am an ocean girl completely. Once the lid was safely tucked away I made sure the heat was set to extra high as it was, I adjusted the jets the way I liked them for just the right type of streaming hot pulsing bubbles I wanted tonight.

Then the last thing to do was hit the light and the main switch and the tub would turn into a swirling wonderland.

At that precise moment Geoff walked out. I was happy to see him as always. We had been together for a while now and I was comfortable with that. He asked if he could pour the champagne for me with his wicked little grin and I knew I was in for a night exactly like I wanted. I surveyed him from the back ...it never ceased to amaze me the power his body or his cock had on me from day one. The feel or the smell of his chest, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock and going down on him always makes my clit throb and my juices flow like a river.

I hit the button and started ascending the steps as Geoff turned around with the drink. I dipped my painted red toe into the steaming hot water and hmmmm... it felt so nice. As I turned around Geoff handed me the drink and set the Champagne bucket on a small stand right next to the steaming tub ...easy access... no one had to get out to fill my glass. The other small silver tub with ice and beer was right there for him. We were all set for a long night. I closed my eyes and let the bubbles surround me as I sipped at the champagne reminding myself not to drink it too quickly. Geoff slid into the tub and right next to me. I was almost painfully aware of his body next to mine if that is possible. I opened my eyes and laid my head back on the head rest to view the stars in the sky as the swirling mass of water and steam surrounded me. Just then I felt the slight touch of Geoff's fingers lightly graze my thigh. Mmmmmm.

I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled the scent of the bubbles and Geoff's cologne mixing feeling him so near. Feeling his touch instantly made my nipples hard. I tipped my glass of champagne to my lips and took a long, slow...deep drink of the amber liquid. His fingers were working their way up and down my thigh every time getting closer and closer to my now throbbing clit. My clit was throbbing as fast as the jets were pulsing behind me. I reached over with my free hand instantly wanting to feel his cock knowing it would most certainly be hard by now. I wanted to stroke it ...feel it in my hand...the full length of his shaft. I knew I wanted it deep inside of me. I wanted him driving harder and deeper than perhaps he had ever dared to drive himself.

I'm not sure for what reason sometimes I think you have a second sense about these things but I opened my eyes and looked up at my neighbors house...I could swear I had the sense of being watched. Although when I looked I didn't see anyone in the bedroom window at the time. 

I brushed it off as me being silly and asked Geoff for another glass of the Champagne...as he stood to turn around I put my arms around his waist and rubbed my tits against his back rubbing his hard cock in my hand stroking him up and down....first slowly then faster and harder. His head tipped back as he moaned.

"Oh damn that feels so good Amy," he said.

I took my other hand and instantly began assaulting his right nipple it was hard and with a little more stimulation it was begging for it became a tool to rocket Geoff to the next dimension. Stroking his hard cock and rubbing his hard nipple beneath my finger tip rubbing my tits against his back I could feel the head of his cock increasing in size with each movement and my own excitement building.

I told Geoff "Why don't you turn around baby and hop up on that ledge for just a minute.....please and while you pour I can have my favorite..." It didn't take him but an a second to start to move toward the ledge...stopping only for a moment to slide his suit down over his hips and drop them next to the control panel.

With Geoff perched on the edge of the hot tub I moved closer to his hard throbbing cock and opened my mouth taking him all in. Starting to lick and suck him hard fast I knew with the chilly night there was no way he was going to stay out of the steaming tub for as long as I liked to suck his cock so I had to suck him and enjoy it. Rubbing his balls while I was sucking him I could feel the vibrations of his moans...I bobbed up and down on his shaft stopping at his head to suck harder and more intently...then all the way down again.

It the occurred to me why not combine two things I want. "Baby why don't you drip some of that Champagne where I would enjoy it the most," I said.

With a wicked grin he did just that and let me lick it and suck it straight off of him...but before I knew it the Champagne turned to a thick syrupy liquid...I wasn't sure at first mixed with the taste of the Champagne what it was...then as more and more of it was dripped and I sucked faster and harder I started to tasted the Carmel syrup..."Hummmmm" I moaned while I sucked and more and more of the warm liquid appeared in my mouth Geoff was moaning as I was sucking faster and harder.

The liquid started to dwindle and I knew instinctively that my play time was coming to a close, my sucking slowed, and my fingers that had hungrily needed his balls slowly came to a stop. My lips slid to the end of his cock and my tongue flickered over the slit where the white hot liquid was sure to spill from.

I rose up to meet Geoff sliding back into the tub handing me a full glass of Champagne meeting my lips with hungry hot kisses. His lips parting engaging my tongue in a twisted tango of need and in an expression of brutal force took over our bodies. In one second and with no words Geoff reached behind my back and ripped the knot of my suit top undone...the top slid untied. The kiss abruptly came to a halt. Our eyes locked as if knowing the rest would be no less than the first part of this encounter. Geoff's cock was raging in front of him begging to cum. begging to shoot hot white spurts of creamy liquid into me. "Oh damn how I want you" I said.

"Likewise there now get out of that damn suit now" he said.

Just to taunt him I slowly drank the Champagne with the top hanging not all the way down. I asked for another glass licking my lips knowing this was killing him but also making the final moments even sweeter. I finally laid the glass down and slowly peeled the bottom of my suit down. Bending down in front of Geoff so that the bubbles took the top of my suit dancing away from my naked breasts I watched the straps dance across the top of the racing bubbles. I was painfully aware of my throbbing clit as I took away my suit and I so wanted to touch my throbbing slit myself. I dropped my bottoms on top of Geoff's suit as I turned around I began to take my top over my head ...as I did I felt his rough hands slide over my tits. They began grabbing my nipples rubbing them between his fingers. His breath was hot on my neck...hard kisses followed by nibbling on the back of my neck. All of which began to got more and more intense. The rolling of my nipples turned to pinching...harder and harder...the kisses turned to bites with Geoff's hard cock pushing deep against my ass.

"Oh damn Amy you're so hot...almost hotter than these bubbles!" 

Once again I got the feeling someone was watching us and I looked up...the window was dark...still. There was no one there...I must be going crazy or my guilty pleasures were getting the best of me here. 

All of a sudden Geoff pushed me forward "Get up on your knees now...I want to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock now." Hearing his forceful words always made me hot...I quickly moved forward and on my knees...it was only seconds before I could feel him

hit his hard cock against my ass. I felt him line his cock against my hot wet pussy and shove the head of it near the entrance that was gaping at this position. He pushed the head in just the opening...then pulled out...then in and out. Then he drove all of a sudden with the force that pushed me careening forward until I had to catch myself with my hands on the edge. I could feel his cock bottom out in me as I heard him moan.

"Oh fuck yeah baby your pussy feels so good tonight!"

The feeling for me was beyond words...to feel him bottom out was so good. He hit me again almost as suddenly moaning again. "Oh God Geoff you feel so good tonight," I moaned " push baby just push...your so good," I could feel his balls slapping me with the bubbles whirling it only added to my pleasure. 

I couldn't help it...I had to at this point reach down start rolling my nipple with my left hand while my right hand held me tight against the side as Geoff pounded into me again and again. Oh damn each drive and each push made me drove me closer to the edge...I let a long deep moan escape from my lips hearing Geoff do the same at the time. I knew I wanted multiples so I started trailing my fingers down to my clit I wanted to feel the hot

hard cherry beneath my fingers. I started rubbing in circles...as Geoff pounded I was moving my ass back toward him in movement that matched his. I was rubbing harder and harder moving with Geoff backing to him to feel his cock in my gaping cavernous pussy.

Wanting him to spill his hot liquid into my deep cavern tonight like every night we were together, I longed to feel his cum in me.

With another thrust backward from me and; Geoff pushing me so hard his hands holding my ass so hard, I thought I was going to explode. Me rubbing my pussy waiting for the golden moment when climb the wall of ecstasy together. "Fuck Geoff your cock is harder than you have ever been. 

With a low laugh I could hear him say "Exactly baby," and he pounded one more hard thrust...then stopped.

"Your turn baby" was all he needed to say...it was all in his eyes.

I moved to the side of the hot tub and perched up on the side...Geoff slid my legs apart slowly. He came in close kissing me but reaching over the side as he grabbed a handful of ice...I was a bundle of nerves...knowing. The kiss ended and he popped the ice into his mouth. Moving from my neck down to my right tit...over it...that glorious ice is incredible, the feeling was pain from the heat and cold mixed but so much pleasure.

"Fuck...you always knew just what to do" sucking my nipple with the ice from the hot bubbles to the ice...the pain and the pleasure...I'm not sure where one stopped and one started.

He moved to my other tit and it sent shivers all over me...I started to take my finger to my own clit. As with instinct he stopped me forcefully and held my hand to keep me from touching myself. 

Biting my nipple with the ice in his mouth "Oh fuck..." I could feel my clit wet...hard throbbing...I wanted to touch it so bad...I needed to..." Oh fuck Geoff my clit...it needs you now!"

To make the sensation more intense Geoff started splashing the hot bubbling water between my legs. I knew exactly where his mind was going as he grabbed more ice and stared into my eyes and popped it into his mouth.

Splashing...splashing...splashing...then quickly and all of a sudden he went to work sucking my clit..." Fuck...Oh Fuck...Oh Yessssssss" his lips ...his mouth...his fingers still cold from grabbing the ice suddenly slid into my hot pussy searching...wiggling...searching...pressure...Oh yeah right there...the assault on my clit and on my pussy was intense...he went from sucking my clit to flicking it with his tongue...licking back and fourth...up and down.

"Oh God...Oh damn...Yessssssss" "Geoff...Geoff...Yessssssss" "Oh yeah...now...oh god..."

His fingers working me harder and harder ...his mouth sucking harder and harder..." Oh fuck Geoff...Fuck...now...Geoff...yesssssssss" My head tipped back I could feel the first wave hit me...out of the corner of my eye ...I saw it then...my neighbor standing in her window...rubbing her own pussy. The sight of which took me over the edge even harder..."Oh fuck harder Geoff now ...now..." he had no idea we were providing a show now. The second and third...fourth...fifth...and sixth waves hit me with such a force. My hips moving toward his face I was squeezing my tit..." Oh yes...Oh god...Oh god...Oh my god Geoff..." your...you're...oh...oh...oh..."Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The next one hit me with such a force that I felt like the earth was shattering. "Oh Geoff please stick your hard cock in me now!" 

His head came up to meet me...I could taste my pussy on his mouth..."damn that tastes so good baby" I told him. " I love tasting myself on your lips."

We kissed for a moment and I put my hands around his neck wanting to tell him about the neighbor wondering what he would think...would he stop? I wasn't done for the night...I wanted to feel him cum hard in my hot wet pussy now...I couldn't loose that...hum mm...I kissed his chest...stroking his ever hard cock knowing it needed attention.

My decision was made..."What would you do if someone wanted to watch us Geoff?" "Do you know how hot that would be?" The next words I was unprepared for. 

"Yeah I do" "Bring them on...or in shall I say" My head started to swim...I didn't know this about him.

"Well then that is a good thing because don't look up or make any movement...but my neighbor has been watching. For a while stroking her pussy"

" Then let's finish her off with a good show baby," he said.

His kiss was crushing and hot. I could feel the urgency of his cock, as he slid me against the side and came down upon me. His cock against my leg now as he was on top of me...pushing me...melding me into the hot tub...kissing down my neck...my chest...holding my tits in his hands...finally he positioned himself and entered me with a hard stab.

" OH GOD" "You feel so good Geoff...yesssssss," pump after pump I could feel his urgency rising I could feel the hot slick cock inside of my wet hot pussy growing and growing...wanting more and more I grabbed his hips pulling him into me faster and faster.

In a sharp deep urgent voice he barked "Turn around now" I did immediately as his cock pulled out of me causing an immediate flood of hot water to enter my gaping pussy.

I turned around and stuck my ass in the air and he entered me again driving his cock hard and hot..."Oh baby" I could hear him moan" Yes..." I could feel with every drive this was getting closer I started rubbing my clit so I could cum again and my pussy would milk every bit of his juice from his throbbing cock...instantly I began to build and build feeling his head harder inside of me...low groans to match my own...he was moving faster as I was rubbing my hot hard cherry of a clit.

"Oh god baby I'm right there...now...just fuck me now...hard...fuck me..." "Yessssss...Oh yes..." waves started hitting me like the hot bubbles and steam that surrounded us.

"Oh yeah..." I could hear him moan I felt wave after wave hitting me...I could feel his hot cum spurt into my pussy...I felt his legs tense and release as each new wave of cum rocketed out of his cock.

"Oh god...yeah..." over and over he moaned as he released and I had milked every ounce...every drop from him...and his legs were like instant jelly and he fell against me, holding on to me.

"Oh baby...wow," we had both said at the same time.

I laughed...and said "Two minds."

From the corner of my eye I glanced up and was aware of my neighbor still standing in her window...I was hoping she was feeling even a little bit as good as I was...of course she didn't just get the ride of her life like I had...so it couldn't be as good by any means. I was semi pleased with that thought.

From Rhonda's window with cum running down her window as she watched her neighbors in the aftermath of their hot tub playtime she had a grin on her face. She wondered if they had any idea she was standing there with cum running down her legs and how many times they had made her cum. Damn they were hot. Or if they would be embarrassed to know how many a nights through a cool evening breeze she had laid with her window open hearing their hot nights of fucking...while she had been in her bed playing with herself and her assorted toys fucking herself to the sounds they made. She wondered to herself what it would be like to be with them...to fuck both of them. But that is for a totally different night she had to go wash all of this cum off of her legs now...maybe later...maybe they would be in bed and she would fuck herself with her new zebra stripped dildo...damn she had to get them out of her mind ...or maybe just maybe ask them.



The Hot Tub Gets Hotter



 [©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[Son joins two married couples in hot tub. He ends up 'playing' with the two wives, one of whom was his mom.]



All of this could have been avoided if a couple of guys had been just a tiny bit nicer to me. You'll see what I mean...

I had been told that I had to grow up when I turned eighteen, which included becoming responsible—and moving out. I had mixed feelings about that. My father was a dour, old cuss. He believed that sex was only for procreation. 

Well, this served to make my mother the most beautiful neglected woman in the world. Worse, his policy extended to me. Even though I had a tiny apartment-like bedroom offset from the house by our garage, with a separate door, he monitored my social life and actually barged in if it looked like I might be scoring (heavens forbid!) Of course, that really endeared him to me (sic.)

My wonderful mom was caught in the middle of this. She was thirty-nine (to his forty-nine) and as lovely as any woman at that age. She had blonde hair (Clairol no.5), blue eyes, a big smile, and a spectacular figure. 

I found one of her bras in the laundry once; the label said '34D'. What struck me was that the straps were worn out as if stretched out, plus there were little domes in front where her nipples might be. For some reason, she was sensitive to cold (or so she said), and her nips would tingle, pop and erect like throbbing thumbs, poking out thru almost any thickness of blouse. 

Since she'd gotten 'older' she did sag a little--maybe an inch. Like all women, she would put on her bra and then give her perfect melons a little push up. And don't ask me how I know. I have no idea why that drove me wild, but it did

Her legs were even better than that. Some young guys might be turned off because there was a colorful streak here and there, but her legs were the best I'd seen since Jennifer Aniston was on the Tonight Show. And just like Jen, mom had the most exquisite, perfect, smooth feet, with little sparkling red toes.

Like I said before, mom's old geezer, Mal, didn't believe in sex before, or after, marriage, unless it was the mechanical act of procreating. My mother pledged to herself that she'd stay on with the marriage until he'd gotten an inheritance from his wealthy family. After all, she'd suffered this long; a few more years couldn't be that bad.

We all know the phenomenon of prisoners working out incessantly as it was their only release and entertainment. Well, just like that, my mom took to working out as a means of getting around this whole celibate marriage thing. As a result, she got into incredible shape. Between watching Denise Austin on cable or DVD and running 2 miles, she became as firm as Shannon Miller in her Olympic gymnastics days. 

Talk about being fit from head to toe, she had a little 'friend' with batteries in the bed night table. I found it in the garbage one day. No, it didn't have an electric failure. While it was inside her doing 'its thing', she had accidentally unleashed her powerful muscles, crushing that metal vibrator. 

I saw the big dent on its side and thought nothing of it. Later that night I sat bolt upright in bed, realizing just what that meant. As my body shuddered, I fell back and my manhood cut loose a mighty blast in 'honor' of my supersexy mother. The geyser almost hit the ceiling before falling to my bed, covering me from chest to toe.

Seeing my mother working out almost 24/7 rubbed off on me too. I bought a cheap set of weights at K-Mart and started clanging them at all hours. I never achieved the perfection that my mom did, but I also was pretty buff, with chiseled abs and bulging biceps.

Before the incident I'm going to describe, my mother and I had never had the slightest illicit relationship or physical contact. The only thing that might raise an eyebrow was when she had me adjust the radio for her when she was taking one of her marathon baths. She'd sink into a warm tub of bubbles and lie back with a towel over her head. I guess she didn't realize that those bubbles eventually popped, leaving her in crystal clear water...

Well, that was it, just the bath incident. 

Okay, there was one time when she asked my opinion about her clothes. She had a new blouse and wanted to match a skirt to it. Mom had me sit in her room. She tried on skirt after skirt in the closet, coming out to model it for my opinion. The thing was, when I said they didn't work (and I was lying: they all looked fantastic), she got frustrated and wiggled out of the skirt instantly, padding away on bare, smooth feet just wearing thong bikini underwear and that flimsy new blouse. Best of all, she even forgot that her panties had an inviting opening right in the front of them. When I figured she was tiring of the show, I gave my approval. It really was because I was getting a little too enthusiastic about the floor show and either had to break it off or grab the model. I couldn't do that to my own mom... 

My mother thanked me for my time and bent over to kiss me on the cheek. As she did, the blouse middle button popped, hitting me on the nose. At the same moment, her front-opening 34D bra, overstuffed by my mom's Playmate-of-the-year boobs, also lost its central button, which hit me as it tumbled out and then down to the floor.

I'll never forget my eighteenth birthday. Mom had gotten me a cake and my favorite take-out from Chick Fil-A (what, you were expecting coq au vin with a fine Bordeaux?) Not surprisingly, the 'old man' had not arrived as planned (he never did for my other birthdays, either). Well, this time I was just biting into my first waffle fry when he DID arrive. 

He showed his gift to me: a (very old) used van. He encouraged me to go look it over. As I walked out, I heard the unmistakable slam of the door. He had given me the 'bum's rush'. My childhood was now over; in the van were all my things, which he'd been moving out in lieu of coming to my little party.

At first, I had to live in the van. In desperation, I went back home for the 1st time. Fortunately, only my mother was there. She gave me everything she could, including $5,000 from her bank account. Mom also told me about this great location downtown that could become a little sandwich shop, something I'd always wanted.

The landlord of that little place helped with the 'build out' and soon I was up and running. Things went really well and soon I could pay mom back and start saving a little. My mother was delighted and became a frequent customer during the day when 'he' was at work. All of this got back to the 'old man' who never permitted the slightest maternal affection for me. 

It was bad enough that I was doing well; gossip had it that I was dating a local beauty about my age (now nineteen) and having 'relations' before marriage. The final straw was when my mother told him at dinner about how successful I was. That was it: he was going to put an end to this whole affront to his way of life.

With his connections, it didn't take long. He put in a call to a sandwich restaurant corporation (yes, that one) and arranged a sweetheart deal for them to move in across the street from me. (Mind you, he never did anything for me when I told him what I had planned.) With their efficient organization, that yellow-themed sandwich shop was up and running in a month. Against their national advertising and endless specials, I was ruined in three months.

It now was mid-July. I was facing hard times again, what with my failed restaurant and the related bills. I had to go to my old house to get some things, things I couldn't afford to buy on my own. It was about 9 p.m.

I heard a splashing outside by the hot tub. Squinting in the dark, I could just make out four figures. Curious, I approached. Sitting there in the roiling waters were my parents and my father's business partner and spouse. 

Father: "Well, if it isn't the conquering hero, returning from his restaurant empire. How's that going for you? Do you still have any customers besides your 'old bag' mom? What about that premarital love life? Are you two still living in sin?"

Me: "You should know. Sally left me when our bills came back due and unpaid. Oh, and that restaurant that moved in across the street? I got some of their mail by mistake; strangely enough, it was a bill from you, detailing the help you'd given them for finding the location. In return, they were supposed to run all national specials here for a year, if necessary, to specifically drive me out of business."

There was an ashen silence. Everyone was looking anywhere but at me. I turned to walk away. Then, it hit me.

Me: [in a soft voice, almost sheepishly :} "Do you think I could just jump in there with you for a second. I promise I won't take up any space."

All of a sudden, the two older dudes, smarmy and confident with me--a broken young man--standing there, turned white. What was going to happen when I jumped in? They weren't about to invite me in. Fortunately, the two wives were sitting side-by-side. They huddled and after a few giggles invited me in with enthusiastic welcoming waves.

Me: "One problem; my only suit is at home, and I mean my new home. I can wear something, I guess, but these are the only good clothes I still have..."

With their husbands shaking their heads 'no', the ladies huddled again and waved me in.

Mom: "Sweetheart, you can come in. It's dark and if your little doodle is like daddy's, we won't be able to see it without a microscope." 

Mom and her friend giggled again. I finally noticed several empty glasses around the women.

Within a few seconds, I was in my birthday suit, one of my hands concealing my unit. I gingerly stepped from the dark into the hot tub, the searing waters a shock as always.

I was sitting offset from them. The two hubbies were on one side, the two wives across from them. I was at the end, on an elevated seat, the warm waters just covering my legs.

It was kind of awkward. The men were now dead silent, just waiting for this night to end. After all, they'd screwed me out of my business and, indirectly, out of my fiancée. Now I loomed above them, a young man in fabulous shape with an obvious grudge. It didn't help their cause when the wind picked up and both of their toupees flew off. They literally sank as deep into their seats as possible.

Meanwhile, their wives were in drunken hysterics over the 'flying rugs'. 

Mom: "Now Jim, you're not wearing store-bought hair too, are you?"

Jim: "No mom, this is the real thing." 

Mary, mom's best friend, wanted to be sure I wasn't just saying that. More than a little tipsy from the Tom Collins and Manhattans, she stood up and pointed accusingly at all three men.

Mary: "You guys are all alike; little baby dicks, rented hair. Sue, I bet your son is the same. Here, let me show you, show everyone."

She took two steps towards me, just reaching my hair. With a flamboyant yank, she could see it was real. Just then she slipped and fell forward, almost tumbling out of the tub onto the concrete patio. I grabbed her with one hand and lifted her back up. I let go and she sort of sank into my lap. The sexy MILF married woman engulfed me, her firm silky smooth thighs squeezing against my legs as she hugged me to her.

Mary: "God, you're so fucking strong. My hero!" 

Everyone was shocked, including me, when she just kissed me. Not a quick peck on the cheek, it was a soft lingering kiss. Soon we were making out right in front of her husband. All of a sudden she leaped up as if bitten by a snake.

Mary: "My God, what is that? Something in the pool tapped me from underneath! And it was hard, like a steel pole...it can't be, no, it just cannot be..."

All eyes had turned to me sitting at the end of the tub on the elevated seat. Sure enough, she'd gotten me hard. Like the Loch Ness monster rising from the lake waters, my 'one-eyed monster' rose up to its full ten inch glory.

Mary: "It...it's fucking huge!"

Mom: "And gorgeous; what a man!"

Father: "Sue, this has gone far enough. I depend upon you to do the appropriate thing right now. Just think of my celibacy policy and what it's meant for us."

Everyone thought that that would be the end of it. That is, everyone but my own frustrated and incredibly horny mother. She glared at her 'old man'. Then she put out two hands and roughly pulled down Mary's bikini bottom. I was shocked that there was a heart tattoo pointing to her 'naughty place'. 

Much worse, there was a man's name (Tyrone) and 'for black cocks only' right above the furry entrance to her holy place. This didn't deter my mom, who pushed Mary back into my embrace. With a large splash she fell into my lap, my ten inch pole slipping into her warm pussy. The hot tub heated water concealed the fact that she was hot also, and sopping wet.

As the two 'men' cowered in their seats, horrified at this usurping of their husbandly duties, we really got into it. Mary had a firm bum for her age (38) or any age. I gripped it with almost feverish desperation, trying to move her up and down with greater and greater power and speed. Soon the rhythmic motions were almost hypnotic and once again, everyone was watching. 

I would thrust her up and down a few strokes, and then hold her to me so we could kiss. Her husband would shield his eyes every time she moaned out in orgasm, which was every time that we made out after I pounded her pussy mercilessly. Her hubby really looked panicked but said not a word. 

As Mary pawed my broad chest and oversized muscles, I imagined those wimps now had their toy-sized units getting even smaller, shriveling up like the feet of the Wicked Witch of the East...

Finally, as we went into overdrive and I got close to my own orgasm I asked her:

Me: "Where do you want me to put it; I mean we're going bareback and all?"

Mary started speaking but was so overcome by the booze and the sex that she was incoherent. My mom then stood up. Both of the cowering hubbies thought mom would bring this to an end. To their dismay, she put Mary back on my lap, my cock skewering her to the cervix itself. Mary moaned in ecstasy. 

Then, my mother stared at her 'beloved' hubby and used her own deceptive strength to 'restart the engines' by lifting her friend up and dropping her three times. Mary was almost delirious from the sensations.

Putting my powerful hands around her rock-hard behind, I clutched her to me as tight as a bear trap and then let my pent-up ejaculate fly. I'd saved up gallons after losing my fiancée and Mary was going to get some of it. I intended to give her a 'mother lode' of cum which was almost all spermatozoa, and right in front of her husband. 

I planned to bathe her insides white with my cum and still save enough for another conquest if I got really lucky. That wasn't going to be easy though, with Mary's wide open, unprotected and hopefully fertile womb under my complete control.

The thought, the very idea that those pathetic wimps were watching me making out with one of their wives as we made it bareback was sweet. Seeing their smooth heads, shorn of those $500 rugs, was all the sweeter--but the fact that I was firing some very potent young seed into a totally unprotected and, as it turned out, very fertile womb was the sweetest. 

Those two jokers didn't want to look but were mesmerized nonetheless. They saw to their dismay this grapefruit sized swelling at the base of my manly cock. It seemed to shudder and shudder as it slowly deflated. 

Her husband was literally watching an insemination and there was nothing that he could do about it. I was too much man for him...more muscle and cock than both of them combined.

Mary was so out of it she didn't realize I was intentionally breeding her to claim her as my own, and right in front of her impotent hubby. From her viewpoint, I'd filled her up with ten times the cum that her wimpy husband had ever managed. 

Now she was but a ragdoll and I gingerly returned her to her position in the tub. I sat back down, my still erect ten inch love pole dripping our mutual love juices. I assumed that was the end of the evening's entertainment. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, just trying to catch my breath.

The two little bald men were still there, acting as if this was a horror film and they couldn't leave the theatre. As for my gorgeous mother, she noticed my manhood had recovered instantly; more intriguing my seed reservoirs down below had also recovered. Floating in the warm waters like two oranges, my swollen testes were again ready for the alpha male duty, if only...

As I lay there with my eyes closed, I could only hear the droning of the tub's pump and the water jets. I didn't hear the faint splashing as someone approached. I was shocked to attention when I felt Mary return and sit on my lap, swallowing that pole into her tight pussy. Strange, it felt different this time.

I rose my head up and was soon making out. When our kiss broke and that 'water nymph' began her motions up and down, I got the shock of the evening. Yes, you got ahead of me...it was my own mother. 

As she moved with grace and power, without any prodding from me, I could see her perfect 34D breasts bouncing and bouncing seductively. When she descended into my lap, her erect throbbing nipples would drag against my chest just as her pliant lips met mine. 

I had to grab her to slow her down; she was so hot, so frustrated, and so fucking horny. As mom's tongue met mine, Mary was cheering us on while the two 'men' were turning various colors of embarrassment. 

Finally, it was just too much to take. The two men nodded silently and got up to leave. At that point, my beautiful mother barked at them:

Mom: "You two queens aren't going anywhere until you see what a REAL man is like. [Turning to me.] Sweetheart, I want everything you just gave Mary, and more. I want all of your precious seed, your manly potent seed, pumped as far up, as far into me as you can. I think we should do it on three to make sure you're all the way inside of me. [Glaring at her hubby.] That is, inside my fertile womb."

Well, she did go up and down with increasing power. The third time was indeed a charm as I was absolutely in as deep as any man could be. I might as well have been spraying my vibrant healthy sperm directly onto her ovum. I must have come for a solid three minutes and I mean solid, virtually non-stop.

For her part, my gorgeous mother was as worn out as I was. She sank into the tub and I had to lift her up and put her on my elevated seat lest she go under. With her on a stage as it were, all eyes could see her sperm-filled pussy dripping, oozing out the very seed of life. Her husband seethed, just imagining my genetic messengers racing to impregnate his legally married wife. 

Unknown to us of course, it was Mary that conceived that very night. My beautiful mother would take more time due to her cycle. Soon enough, my mom conceived my babies too, twins in her case. Between the two women, all three fetuses were male.

Those two little bald hubbies finally made good their escape. Without even conferring, both of them grabbed their street clothes and jumped into dad's partner's car, almost driving into an elm as they zoomed away.

I might have felt bad about all this but for the fact that they'd ruined my business for no reason, ruined my credit, and ruined my engagement with my high school dream girl. Considering all that, it was understandable that I 'took sides' in the almost immediate divorce proceeding. 

Both mother and I did well in arbitration. That letter I'd gotten in error showed collusion about putting me out of business. That's called monopoly or constraint of trade and that corporation had to pay me a nice settlement. 




The Hot Tub Gets Hotter



Meanwhile, I told mom about some juicy 'hearsay' that I'd heard during my months at the restaurant. Much of it was about both those husbands and a certain shady club downtown that had some 'odd entertainment' in the back. For those of you that ever went to New Orleans clubs around Lake Pontchartrain, you know what I'm talking about. 

When mom's now ex-husband heard about that little factoid, he grabbed his attorney and ordered him to settle at any price. My mother started up with her 50/50 request before I stopped her and said that 75/25 would be fine. They grabbed that deal and ran out. We were left holding the bag, albeit a bag with three quarters of their total property. That three-fourths included his inheritance, too.

My mother was overcome. She never dreamt it would all go so quickly or that we'd get three-quarters of the goodies. 

I was feeling kind of good too. Here I'd been kicked out of my flourishing business, losing my best girl in the process. Then I had a chance to get even, and I got more than even. After going head-to- head with him and his chrome-domed buddy, I now had his wife as my own and his friend's wife too.

Both women sold the homes that they got in divorce arbitration and loaded up the truck and moved. No, not to Beverly [Hills], that's another channel. We moved to Utah, not that they condone polygamy any more (or less) than they used to. Somehow I ended up married to both, with one a Nevada license and the other a genuine Utah one. Don't ask about how we filed our taxes, either...

We continued a torrid three-way love life. It was only tame when I was exhausted by those two insatiable women, which was often. We also had to slow it down when their tummies got too swollen, which was for three months every year. We eventually planned things so that one of them would conceive in July, the other in January so that they could tend to the babies' and my own needs. Eventually I got mature enough to see the pregnant wife as sexy as the slender one. By the time they each had their fifth (and last) child, we would do it right up to and including delivery day...

In the finest Utah tradition, we ended up with a houseful of 'young ones', stopping at a reasonable ten. Even with all the money the two of them got in divorce, we weren't sure if it was enough, given college and everything. 

So, I returned to work, getting my little dream sandwich notch right in downtown Salt Lake City. It wasn't a McDonald's or anything, but it brought home just enough to keep the heat on over the cold winter. Of course, I also kept warm huddled between two of the hottest mommies in the country, even if one of them had a swollen belly. Loved them both, loved them all...



The Hot Tub Guy



CHAPTER 1

On the eve of his thirty-second birthday Ginger Jones gave up his job as a steakhouse chef, sick of kitchen smells and working shifts and being bawled out by diners who believed coarse-ground peppercorns on their rare peppered steak were rodent droppings. 

Redheaded Michael, who'd been called Ginger from the time he entered Junior High, had purchased a one-man business from a crooked-nosed man who'd promoted himself as The Hot Tub Maintenance Man. The annual statement of accounts and the bookings register for the business indicated the hours were humane and the business was super profitable because the guy charged like a wounded bull and had no labor costs to share out.

"People who can afford hot tubs can afford to pay through the nose to get them back up running," Colin Doig said, rubbing his nose as if attempting to straighten it.

Ginger loved that concept of exploiter wealthier people. The business appeared to fit his needs like a carving glove but the business was stupidly named. He paid across the twenty-seven grand (the guy's asking price had been thirty-five grand) and Colin undertook to teach Ginger all he knew in his final week of ownership before Ginger took control.

In his first and only year at college, Ginger had injected capital into the stretched funding his parents injected to underpin their higher educational aspirations for their only child. Working as a pool boy boosted his personal spending to allow him to spend on vehicle running costs, clothes, booze and the high costs of investing in hot females in the chase for the ultimate goal.

Those promiscuous women endowed Ginger with one of the benefits of a college education, even a brief one, and unexpectedly the time spent cleaning swimming pools and correcting deficiencies in water balance and pool hygiene gave him the grounding that would enrich him for his future career when he'd opt out of an unhappy career in the food chain.

On the second day of the 5-day apprenticeship in Jacuzzi/hot tub/swirl pool/spa pool maintenance business, collectively known as the small pool maintenance business, Ginger asked his older mentor, "Have any of the females at home alone ever come on strong to you?"

Colin rubbed his crooked nose and thought of those days of nursing a splattered nose and cracked ribs and lied laconically, "Not that I can recall."

That puzzled Ginger, wondering how any guy could forget scoring unexpectedly with females who were strangers until the point of entry. That tuition ended at 3:30 on Friday when Colin shook hands with Ginger and walked off to begin looking to buy a retirement cabin by a lake where he could fish and not be responsible for the quality of the water.

Ginger coupled the trailer containing the necessities of the business to his Ford F150 pickup and went to a sign-writer he'd arranged to visit and had the signs on the trailer canopy painted over and the name and details of his new business that he'd decided to call The Hot Tub Man painted on to both vehicles. Colin had already arranged with the maintenance contracts he had with clients to be reassigned to Ginger. Only a handful of clients decided not to reassign and that left Ginger with a clientele list of 81 small pool owners.

As Colin had said, "Regard 60 monthly-visit contracts as your core business and anything over that plus emergency call-outs as straight profit." 

Intending to work as Colin had done of 6-hour days five days a week, Ginger decided to find more pool owners to lift that client list to 95. Colin said clients didn't want service calls before 9:00 but Ginger would be willing to work later into afternoons if it meant making more bucks. He wanted to buy his own house and already had saved more that enough for a big deposit. Once he established himself in business he'd seek a bank loan to get that house.

Ginger lived with his grandmother and drove into her property that had a big garage with a spare space to park the trailer. Hilda came out to admire his new road outfit and said it looked real cool. His Gran picked up words from her neighbor's kids.

"Right I've seen it and I like it and I know you'll succeed in business. Now clean our hot tub please."

Huh?

Ginger smiled and went to work, pretending she was a hot client and would be peeping between the curtains to admire his muscular body. Actually he knew grandma would be watching one of her favorite soaps on TV.

His girlfriend Sandra called at 6:15, dragging Ginger away from the table.

He returned smiling and said, "That was Sandra calling to dump me. She's found a new guy."

Gran said, "Well I didn't like her. Her breasts were too prominent. For goodness sakes boy, get yourself a female who looks the part of a housewife and will raise healthy children."

Huh?

"What size tits?"

"Go wash out your mouth Ginger."

"Sorry Gran, what size breasts should I go for?"

"Small ones like your mother and me. Females with larger breasts tend to be more promiscuous."

Huh?

Then it dawned on Ginger why he was attracted to women with large breasts and short skirts.

After dinner on Sunday, Ginger called the five small pool owners he was due to call on next day. All were home and either the husband or wife who answered confirmed it was okay to call. He then called the five he was due to visit on Tuesday and got four of them and they said it was okay to call.

Ginger then played Scrabble with Gran and her friend Mrs Stout who really was (stout) and smiled in satisfaction, knowing he was in business.

After three days of straightforward maintenance Ginger wondered if he'd brought into the world's most boring job. But then on his first call next day it happened.

The pool was as green as a sludge pool in a forest.

"It turned green and greener and greener," said Mrs Wilks. "My husband is overseas and I didn't know what to do."

"It's okay Mrs Wilks. The small pool doctor is here on the job."

"Thank god. William would smack me if he'd found I'd fouled his pool."

Ginger emptied the pool and then refilled it and sanitized it, emptied it and replaced the filter and then refilled it and chemically 'shocked' the water to remove any remaining traces of nasties. 

Ginger called out and Mrs Wilks reappeared. She looked at the water and beamed.

"When will Mr Wilks return home?"

"Saturday."

"Right I'll make a complimentary call Friday and check that everything pool-wise is perfect for his homecoming."

"Oh you gorgeous man. Please wait for a moment."

Mrs Wilks appeared with the money plus a fifty-buck tip.

It was his first tip and he was enthralled, being an uncomplicated guy.

During the next two weeks Ginger picked up two new clients as a result of Mrs Wilks praising the service of The Hot Pool Guy to her friends.

The day after solving Mrs Wilks' dilemma, Ginger skirted the Armstrong's house and on the back deck beside the Jacuzzi found Mrs Armstrong sitting at the table. She was in a bikini.

"Grab yourself a beer or a wine from the fridge and join me," she said, and then sipped wine and added, "You are a few cuts above the guy you have replaced."

"Looks, intelligence and body shape have nothing to do with skill in pool maintenance ma'am."

"Call me Jilli. Why are you called Ginger," she grinned.

He grinned and didn't answer.

Ginger sat with his glass of wine, wondering what he was required to do to earn it.

Nothing it would appear. 

When he finished his wine as they chatted she then said, "Well you best do our pool.

When he looked up a few minutes later he saw her tits were sagging. She'd removed her top.

Later after replacing the cleaned filter he saw she was kicking off the bottom of her bikini.

"Anything to report?" she asked.

"Yes. I suggest you increase the timer on your filter control by thirty minutes each day. You should notice the sparkle is really back when looking at the water."

"Thanks. Your money is on the bench," said the forty-something.

Ginger departed with his money saying, "Goodbye Mrs Armstrong."

"Bye, have a nice day."

He half-expected her to call him back but she didn't.

Weird. 

She must be one of those exhibitionists he'd heard guys talk about.

Two days later Mr French was watching what Ginger was doing and dropped his shorts, exposing an erection.

Mr French was in his late sixties and Ginger was not at all impressed.

"I'm not interested Mr French."

"Sorry," the guy mumbled and his wife inside the house called asking had Jerry got the check ready for the poolman.

Scary.

Ginger began educating pool owners about the need to clean filters to avoid the cost of early replacement and the value of giving attention to stain and scale inhibition. However about half of the person who looked after the pool would not be there when he called and the person who was there didn't have a clue of what he was on about. And so he used Gran's computer to compose and printout some basic maintenance tips to owners to supplement what his service offered them.

Where was the world of sex as enjoyed by poolman and depicted on porn websites and in sexy literature? Ginger was disappointed those accounts of over-sexed women banging the poolman were based on fable. However, the money was good and he enjoyed being freed from the kitchen and knew he had a year-round business because people in this area of the country had no need to winterize their pools. He should rejoice, be glad he worked in fresh air and go get his own woman.

Gran did his best invited some granddaughters of her friends but she appeared to select the ones with only bumps of their chests. Lovely young women, sure, but alas Ginger knew he was addicted to women who had big dollops of fat where it counted. He wondered about wearing briefer shorts and a tighter polo shirt for his work clothing. Yeah that might work because females were always staring at guy's groin, chest or butt.

"You're not going to work looking like that," his Gran yelled and made Ginger go back and change into baggy shorts. At least she didn't notice how tight his new polo shirt was around the chest.

Mrs Maple eyed Ginger's chest as he yelled through the ranch-slider, "Poolman" and she said from where she was sitting three feet away, "So I can see and you're the new guy aren't you. I suppose you're called Ginger?"

Ginger gaped. Christ a woman with imagination.

"Yes ma'am," he said, eyeing the 40-something.

She stretched, displaying big tit wobble.

He gawked and she smiled and said to step inside and say hi properly.

He stepped inside and she stood and clutched him hungrily and her mouth hung open as they kissed and Ginger jumped because at the same time Mrs Maple's hand closed around his flaccid dick and she burbled, "Christ."

Her tongue battered his and she panted just one command, "Tits."

Ginger dug in and secured a handful and she pulled him down on to the sofa, her legs opened wide.

She broke from the tonguing and said, "I've been waiting for you. I'm not wearing panties. I know you'll have a fairly tight schedule.

Mrs Maple was a seasoned seducer and manipulated well to fully prime Ginger to have him blasting into her inside ten minutes.

Ginger walked off to the pool whistling, knowing by Mrs Maple's behavior that she was one happy woman and at last he'd added total service to his pool maintenance role. Later that day he received a call from one of Mrs Maple's friends and she signed up with him. He guessed she did have a pool.

One third of his pools were installed under cover, either in glassed-in back porches or in bathrooms. Some of course were installed away from the house, either open or under some sort of cover, fixed or removable. As part of the service Ginger checked on safety of covers and fencing if installed and paid particular attention to the electrical circuits.

One afternoon he was working on a bathroom Jacuzzi when Mrs Barr came up behind him and began dry humping him. That led to a 30-minute diversion and a fairly indifferent sexual encounter and when she burst into tears he returned to service the pool, feeling helpless.

When Jan was paying him she was still sobbing.

"That was the first time I've committed adultery. It was such a shock but you were blameless."

"Um I was responsible for my insertion"

"Yes of course but if you hadn't I would have been beside myself and gone after you with the kitchen knife."

Phew.

At the end of that month Ginger sent off $10,000 to his parents living in retirement several hundred miles away and wrote briefly: 

'This is a little something toward your failed attempt to put me through college. I know I failed and disappointed you but one day, not too far distant I hope, I will present you with the grandchild you desire that is if I can find the mother to bear it. The business is going well and Gran is happy that I keep her busy. You know she likes to fuss. Ginger.'

A couple of months later Ginger went to his bank and met the residential loans manager.

"You're a female," he said stupidly, having expected an important position like a bank loans officer to be safely placed in the hands of a male.

"Yes I believe I am," she smiled but lost that smile when she saw Ginger's eyes focus on her jutting chest.

She waited and looked riled when Ginger looked straight at her face and said, "You are very attractive. Please give me a bank loan authority to an agreed figure so I can buy land and then build a house."

"I'm Miss Philips. Your name please sir and do you have accounts with us?"

" Jones and yes I do."

"Ginger Jones," she said arching an eyebrow.

"Er sorry, Michael James Jones."

"Ah here we are. I see you operate as The Hot Tub Man."

"That is I... er that is me."

Miss Philips smiled and said, "I believe I is technically correct but me is used very widely and saying that's me is considered to be very safe in grammar."

"Intelligent as well as beautiful," Ginger murmured and she blushed and appeared shocked at that weakness.

"ID please," she snapped.

"Yes Miss Philips," he said, digging out his Social Security card and she sighed and said to please call her Monica and looked at his chest.

"Do you have a pool?"

"Yes I share an apartment."

"Are you happy there?"

"Not particularly. It's noisy and the two women I share with are not easy to live with."

"I believe I may have become too personal."

"No it's okay Michael."

"Not even my mom calls me Michael."

"I am happy chatting to you," she glanced at his hair, "Ginger."

"Michael is okay if you have difficult with Ginger."

"We really should move on Ginger."

The business side to the discussion ended with Monica saying that the bank would be prepared to lend up to $200,000 providing his present income remained stable. If he wanted more that application would have to go before the loans panel.

"Two hundred sounds fine. I'll now start looking. Please may I cook dinner for you this Saturday night?"

"I don't think so. I don't know you."

"What do you do for excitement or risk-taking Monica?"

"Nothing at all."

"Why aren't I surprised?"

She flushed. "Excuse me."

"I'm not asking for sex Monica. I'm asking can I cook for you and your two flatmates if they are home."

"I expect they well be. They usually go out late."

"Well?"

She appeared close to panic. "You can't do this to me and this interview is being recorded."

"So?"

"Oh god, yes very well. But you better manage more than scrambled eggs."

"I will. Give me your home address Monica. I'll arrive at 6:00."

She turned pale and looked up at the camera.

"Monica please forget Big Brother. Be yourself. You have my details. Call if you wish to chicken out."

She made no reply and with the scribbled address in his hand Ginger walked out and wondered if that noise behind him was Monica grinding her teeth.

* * *

Monica opened the door and another blonde also in a fancy top and short skirt stood behind her, as if in support.

"Hi Monica. Hi cutie?"

A third blonde entered the room wearing only underwear and a cami.

"So you are cooking for us?" she said.

"Yeah and I'm cooking looking at you dressed like that."

"I'm more dressed than wearing a bikini."

"Agree. I was only trying to wind you up."

She giggled and said he was cute. "I'm Sharon, house mother. You know Monica although not intimately I understand and this is Rita. Rita and I are attorneys and you have greatly intrigued us with this generous offer. We agree it must represent one of the best pick up lines ever made."

"Well Monica was stone-walling so I became desperate."

"Well desperation certainly worked for you," Rita said. "Males have a low strike rate with Monica when they pitch for a date. Unless she knows them she doesn't wish to know such men. I really don't know how she can go so long without..."

"That's enough Rita," Monica said. "Come in a make yourself at home Ginger."

The three women looked at his hair.

Ginger looked at three stacks of breasts and was impressed.

"Where's the booze?"

Sharon smiled. "I have made a jug of martinis but I did buy beer in case you turn your nose up at cocktails."

"Thanks that was thoughtful. I'll drink a martini now but will switch to beer when I'm cooking."

"Did Monica tell you Rita and I are lovers?"

"No."

"Does that shock you?"

"Hell no. You two are on to a good thing. You should be great in bed."

The three women laughed and then Monica said, "You see I told you guys Ginger is rather unusual."

"Are you aiming to bed Monica?"

"That's something I've yet to consider Rita but I appreciate your interest."

Monica handed Ginger his drink and he smiled as their fingers touched and she smiled back.

Sharon: Can you really cook?

Ginger: Yep.

Monica: Who taught you?

Ginger: I learned more from my mother than anyone. She's part Italian and grew up in a restaurant.

Rita: Sharon has had cooking lessons. She will be your biggest critic.

Ginger: I guess my reputation as a cook is on the line with all three of you.

Sharon: How does your mother rate you?

Ginger: She had nothing but praise for me but I haven't seen her for more than a year.

Monica: How high was her praise?

Ginger: Aw you won't wish to hear that stuff.

Sharon: Come on, what was her highest accolade?

Ginger: Can we change the subject?

Monica (softly): Tell me Ginger.

Ginger (looking at the floor): She reckoned I cooked better than she did, her mother and her father.

They three women looked at him and Ginger shuffled. 

Sharon then said, "Time to cook for us darling. We'll be on the deck so when you serve you can surprise us. Monica said you needed an hour."

Seventy minutes later the women sat at the table in high anticipation. Monica had told her roommates, "This guy is no fool. He won't disappoint us."

Ginger, who was providing the wine as well as the food, placed a bottle of chilled Chablis on to the table and then returned with a tray and as the woman oohed at the sight of the starters. He named the dishes as tuna loin, king prawns coated in herbs, garlic, cheese and wine, and salmon fillets. 

He then returned with salad leaves and three styles of dressing.

The four of them ate and chatted and then Sharon accused: "You are a trained and experienced chef."

"Yeah that true," he grinned.

Clearing away Ginger returned with an elite Californian Napa Valley Chardonnay and an acclaimed Australian Hunter Valley red and then placed three dishes of mains on the table identified as honey and chilli chicken, southern style chicken goujons and pork ribs. He returned with a baked vegetarian dish and an array of steam vegetables and roast potato.

Desert was lemon brulee served in teracotta pots.

Sharon left the table at the end of the meal and returned with a bottle of port and glasses.




The Hot Tub Guy



"Let's toast our chef," she said.

"To Ginger, our visiting chef. Thank you on behalf of this house for delivering such a wonderful meal. Truly I was swept away but its excellence. Please kiss him girls but after me."

They all kissed him firmly, Monica being the last and then without being invited she sat on Ginger's knee and placed an arm around his shoulders. Her two flatmates chose to ignore Monica's uncharacteristic behavior.

They all attacked the dishes, Ginger packing away his things and he then said goodnight to everyone.

At the door he went to kiss Monica but she held him back.

"If you kiss me that will establish a personal relationship between us, whether or not it is one-sided and I'll be professionally obliged to put your loan application us for review."

"Then do it; I'm not going to miss my chance to kiss these lush lips."

Monica who had been drinking of course, practically melted in his arms.

Ginger stood her up straight and left, saying to follow bank procedures and he'd be in touch.

Next morning over breakfast Ginger told his grandmother he'd decided to buy a house.

"But I will stay here with you for as long as you wish. My purchase can then become a rental investment."

"You mother has said several times I can go to live near them whenever I wish."

"That's good."

"I really would like to see much more of her than I do. I say would you like to buy this property? I'd sell to you at a good price."

"Well I really don't know. I had thought of a modern dwelling and I've been staggered at the asking price for building lots. This property has space for a big pool while still keeping the orchard. I love that orchard."

After Sunday lunch Ginger and his grandmother went on her favorite walk. As they came in sight of her house he stopped and looked at it.

"So you are wondering whether to accept my offer?"

"Yes. We need to talk about the appraised value and your asking price."

"I'd be happy to do that. Since your grandfather died I've never had much interest in keeping on living here. I'll make new friends with your mother's help."

Two days later Ginger signed the sale and purchased agreement and handed over his bank check for the purchase that included the bank's loan."

After returning Gran home from a celebratory dinner, and then taking the phone from Gran to talk to his wildly excited mother, Ginger called Monica.

"Hi."

"Oh hi. How did it go?"

"I now have a house."

She said excitedly, "Oh that's great. When can I see you again?"

"Tomorrow for dinner at my place. If you like it enough you might wish to move in with me."

There was a breathless pause and then he heard Monica suck in breath. "Are you really serious?"

"Yes but there's no pressure, no timetable. Remember you don't really know me."

"But I know you are earning good money and I know you are a damn good cook."

He laughed and said he'd pick her up from near the bank but would park clear of it to avoid embarrassing her as she could be seen getting into The Hot Tub Guy's truck.

"No, she said firmly. You pick me up outside the bank at 5:35. Phone if you are delayed."

When they finished the call Ginger thought, what a level headed woman Monica was although that was to expected She had a masters in finance and was thirty-three and held down an important position. That being so why the hell did it appear she was interested in him?

Working steadily on calls next day, Ginger marveled at how little owners knew about maintaining their pools although they possessed handbooks. Clearly most problems were easy to identify and read up on solutions on the Internet. Were they just dumb, lazy or hiring the poolman for fifty bucks a month plus chemicals plus the extra time to attend special needs was a luxury they could afford to have someone working for them?

He was finding supplying the chemicals and replacing lost or damaged testing kits a great source of income, mainly because the pool companies over-charged and he had access to similar suppliers but not buying at their bulk discounted rates of course. Keep it simple, Colin had said when handing over the business, and now Ginger understood the reason for that: the way to make good money was to keep home visits as short as possible and not to accept requests to install replacement pools or maintain swimming pools because that would only inhibit servicing regular clients on time. It would rack up debt and risk and, even worse, what would happen to the anticipated profit if the owner refused to hand over final payments?

He called Mrs Jilli Armstrong that day. It was a cold wind blowing on the deck and so she was not out there in her bikini stripping off to tease him. But when he called out he was finished she invited him inside and he found he had to pluck his money from between her thighs.

A huge tease and exhibitionist was Mrs Armstrong.

Ginger stopped outside the bank late afternoon. Monica was waiting and waved and grinned when eyeing his pick-up and trailer.

She opened the door and asked, "Do I ride with you or find a seat in the trailer?"

"Get in," he laughed. "You tits are looking lovely."

"Oh yes, I remember the time I first met you. You are a breast fancier aren't you?"

"Yes that's true and what is it about men that catches your fancy sweet lady."

Monica, who'd just walked through the drizzle, looked through the windscreen as if surprised and said, "Oh look, it's raining."

He grinned and said yes Monica and catching his tone she giggled and leaned over and kissed him.

"Move along poolman," said a cop banging his hand against the driver's window.

Ginger drover off and they laughed.

"So you are ready to politely call them breasts now are you," she said, smiling happily.

"I'm prepared to be polite."

She laughed and said oh noble man. "Call them tits when we are alone and I won't mind."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes quite sure."

They drove on in silence until she asked was there a problem.

He admitted he had reservations.

She asked, "What sort of reservations."

He hedged and she said he could speak frankly.

"You have a degree and I don't. You hold a corporate position and I don't. You are more sophisticated than I am and are more settled in this city and know more people than I do."

"And?"

"And you don't really know me."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

She smiled and patted his thigh. 

"I've spent lots of time thinking about you and me and nothing you've said is a surprise to me."

He paused to turn a corner against oncoming traffic but there was time to complete the turn safely.

"You drive well," she said.

"Thanks."

"What if I want more than one night of sex?"

She tensed and looked excited.

"Only one night and what then?"

He hedge and finally the words came, not romantic words but he thought that might score with her, especially if she knew he was serious.

"What say you wish to become pregnant to me?"

"Oh god," she said, sweeping a hand over her forehead and into her hair. When?"

"I'm just raising the issue but I can say if you ever wanted that to happen."

"Wow that's taking a big leap forward and I scarcely know you."

"Yes but I wanted you to know how I feel. In a nutshell I'm rather over-awed by you but I'm not afraid of you and I don't think there is any need to feel I must be your superior intellectually or in business."

"Well that's quite a mouthful but well said. I hope you appreciate I need time to think about what you've said."

Ginger slowed to a stop at the traffic lights. "Yes of course."

"At the same time I must say I guess what you've said is deep down I wanted to hear."

"Right you are a little confused and we should leave it there. How did your day go?"

They arrived at the house and it appeared Monica was a little disappointed.

"The exterior as it stands obviously needs a lift."

"Yes quite."

Ginger took her to the rear of the house and she said, "Omigod, it's virtually a double site and it has a full-blown orchard."

"Yes and see those pegs? They form the shape of a swimming pool."

"Omigod. This place has potential."

"Indeed, come inside a meet Gran. She'll be watching one of her favorite soaps. She is doing dinner today, a beef roast and baked apple cake."

"Oh lovely."

They entered the kitchen and Monica gaped, looking at the thoroughly modernized room.

"This is a beautiful upgrade. Did you do this?"

"Yeah," Ginger said scratching the back of his neck modestly. "Most of the house has been done over."

Monica really gaped when she entered the TV room to meet grandma. The room was fully converted into a home theatre with a huge wall screen and to the far side there was a 55-inch 3D TV screen.

"Gran is not short of cash," he whispered and then said loudly, "Gran this is my girlfriend Monica Philips."

"Oh hello dear. You are very pretty. I now know why Ginger is head over heels over you. He really has a thing about big- breasted women."

"Gran," Ginger choked.

"Yes Mrs Ash and he can't stop looking at them."

The women laughed and Ginger slunk away and said he'd get drinks.

Later Gran said she must look at the oven and told Ginger to show Monica through the house if she were interested.

When they were in the main bathroom of the three-bedroom house, Monica said could he excuse her, that she needed a comfort stop. 

Ginger blurted, "I want to see you pee."

"Ginger," she said weakly, looking at him open mouthed.

He said what and stood his ground.

She bit her lip and that make him back off.

"Okay I'm going. I over-stepped the line."

"No it's okay, nothing to be afraid of. You are anxious to get your hands on my boobs so watching me pee is not that much different."

Ginger edged toward the door.

"Come back here," she ordered and backing against the bowl bent and pulled down her lilac panties and sat.

"Come closer."

Ginger bravely stepped forward and as she began to tinkle she lifted a bit and he clearly saw the flow coming from her trimmed vulva.

"I've never seen a woman pee before although I don't know about when I was a toddler."

"Oh then aren't you lucky. Do you wish to wipe me?"

"C-could I give that a miss?"

"Yes of course," she giggled.

She stood, pulled up her panties and flushed the toilet. 

Monica stepped up to him and kissed him and whispered, "Touch my pussy through my panties."

He did so and grinned and said nice pussy.

"There well we have gotten over that hurdle," she said, taking his arm. "Let's continue the tour. I wish to see where I'll be sleeping when I move in."

Ginger squeezed her arm with his and avoided making the inane comment had she decided to move in with him after Gran moved out.

Later when Ginger was taking Monica home they stopped at a secluded parking area where Ginger fingered Monica into release. Then to his surprise she jerked him off when all he'd said was to touch him. He was thrilled at the progress they were making, especially when she observed dryly as they drove off, "We're only a step away from having full-on sex."

He just laughed and said yes and reached over and squeezed a thigh and gloated when he felt her pull her legs open knowing she'd decided to give herself to him.

The following Saturday morning when the relocation truck drove off with Gran's household effects, she went for a final walk around her gardens and then said to Ginger and Monica, "Well I'm off."

She kissed Monica and then hugged and hugged Ginger and stepping back and wiping her eyes said she'd really missed him.

"No come and visit me you two when I get settled. 

They said they would and watched her drive off.

Back in the house Monica grabbed Ginger and said, "Let's fuck."

He had no reason to procrastinate and so grabbed a handful of tit.

"Oooh I've been waiting for you to do that," she cooed. "Come on, let's get my clothes off and then carry me to the sofa."

Ginger followed those instructions without complaint.

He adored the tits with their quite large pink and swelling nipples and she looked at him fondly and he caressed them.

"I really like that," she said, but later don't be afraid to squeeze and lick them. I love being licked."

Ginger's dick hurt as it was bent double as it attempted to lunge erect.

"Gotta get out of my pants and briefs," he wheezed.

"Oh goodie, a man in a hurry. I'm practically dripping so we can dispense with foreplay on this occasion."

As soon as Ginger was undressed she leapt up and gripped her legs around him and as he staggered with her to the sofa in the living room she took hold of his dick and said, "Come on big boy, come visiting" and began inserting the erection.

THE END