0 comments/ 27924 views/ 4 favorites Hot Tub Host By: AutumnAuthor16 It was just another workday in the middle of a hot summer when he started texting her. She always loved to text with him. In fact, since they were married to other people and texting on the weekends was off limits, she had learned to really look forward to Mondays just so she could text him. His messages always started off pretty friendly and almost businesslike. Sometimes they would email and text off and on all day and the conversations would switch back and forth between business, to family to her favorite topic...when the two of them would "play" again. This day after texting for a few hours and determining that they both had some free time to sneak away from work in the afternoon, she got a text that read, "Do you want to go hot tubbing?" As she looked at her phone and read the text she thought, "Interesting. But I'm not sure that hot tubbing is really a verb." But of course, she simply responded, "Sure" Then he replied, "When can you leave and where do you want to meet?" She told him when she would leave and suggested a place for them to meet and as she did the usual nervous excitement coursed through her body. She had learned to really enjoy their little adventures. They were always different and though some turned out way better than others, the best part was getting to spend time with a man who made her heart beat wildly when she saw him or even thought of him and who gave her butterflies in her stomach and made her wet between her legs when he pulled her close and kissed her. An hour or so later she pulled into the parking lot where they were meeting and locked her car jumped into the car with him. For some reason, it always felt slightly awkward when she first saw him though that did not make any sense given how many texting and emailing conversations they had had and how often they had been together and how intimate they had been on those occasions. As they drove to the host's house, she laughed to herself at the absurdity of the situations they placed themselves in, and yet they both had gotten so use to the routine of what they were about to do that they drove towards their destination as if they were just driving to a business meeting. Soon they found the neighborhood where the host and his hot tub resided. They pulled up in front of a regular looking house in a normal suburban neighborhood. As they exited the car, she felt her anxiety begin to rise. It was always a bit nerve-wracking to meet a new playmate. Her lover knocked on the door and it was answered by an ordinary looking man with thinning hair and a bit of paunch around his middle. He invited them in to his home and guided them to the back of the house and into a large kitchen. He seemed like a pleasant enough guy and right away indicated the towels and robe for use in the hot tub. He was very chatty, which to told her that he too was nervous and pretty soon she heard the host telling her lover that he and his wife were swingers but that his wife was out of town and that was why he had invited new playmates over. The host showed them the backyard and the hot tub, which was large and bubbling and steamy. It was also located in the backyard of a home that was surrounded by other neighbors with clear views of the hot tub and it was broad daylight. After they had seen the hot tub they went back inside and the men took off their clothes right away and wrapped themselves in the towels on the counter. It was never quite as easy for her to just take off her clothes in front of strangers. No matter how many times she had done this, she just could not get use to that part. She needed more warm up and yet there never seemed to be time for the warm up and the guys did not seem to need that part as much as she did. The guys started out to the hot tub and left her inside, which seemed to be ok at first until she got undressed and headed out to the hot tub and saw that both men were already in the hot tub under the water and hidden from view. So now, she had to take off her robe and step completely nude into a hot tub with two men who she knew would be watching her every move. Once she was in the hot tub she began to relax and soon she wanted desperately to kiss her lover but it was always awkward with someone else there. Her lover moved close to her and started to kiss her and touch her. He pulled her onto his lap and put his arms around her from behind and started to play with her nipples, which she totally loved. He invited the host to join in, which was only fair she guessed as it was his house, but she would have much preferred to be in the hot tub alone with her lover. The host started touching her then and she turned to him and kissed him and though it was ok, it paled in comparison to the kisses she shared with her lover. She turned away from the host then to pay attention to her lover and started to suck and nibble on his nipples and he moaned in pleasure. Then the host and her lover decided to kiss each other and that was different for sure but she watched them and found that it excited her to watch her lover kiss someone else! She could watch his lips and his tongue slide in and out and knew that is how he looked when he kissed her. It was sexy as hell!! The water was getting hotter or either she was because it was becoming very steamy!! Her lover pushed himself up out of the water so that she could put her month on his hard cock and so she bent down and took him in her mouth and sucked on him and he moaned loudly as she teased him with her tongue, lips and mouth. It was very hot sucking on him as the water from the hot tub flowed in her mouth and she had to suck and spit out the water at the same time since it kept getting in her mouth while she sucked on him. The host wanted a turn so she relinquished her lover's hard cock and let the host take a turn sucking on him while she licked and sucked on her lover's balls and played with his nipples. Things in the hot tub were getting hotter and hotter and then the host said that they could move inside whenever they wanted to and then he said something that sent a thrill through her. He said, "I have a playroom" She thought she knew what he meant by that and so did her lover and then the host went on to provide further detail explaining that his playroom had restraints on the bed, and toys including blindfolds and whips. Her lover, knowing her fantasies well, told the host that he was quite sure that they could have a lot of fun in his playroom and he looked at her and smiled. They proceeded to dry off and the host showed them the way to the playroom, which was downstairs in the basement of the house. She knew that she should have been scared, she was being led down to a sexual torture room of sorts in house she had never been in by a man she had just met, but strangely enough she was not the least bit frightened. A small part of her brain was telling her that this kind of stuff was totally crazy and that normal women do not participate in things like this and that this could be very dangerous but she was so excited by the prospect of being restrained and blindfolded in front of her lover that she pushed all the nervous feelings aside and concentrated on the excitement of the moment. Besides, her lover was there and he would not let anything bad happen to her. She trusted him with her life. When they entered the room, the host took charge and told her to lie in the center of the bed. He placed the restraints around each wrist and then blindfolded her. She was so excited as she lay there totally naked and at the mercy of two men. Her lover started touching her then, kissing her and caressing her, then he put his cock in her mouth and she began to suck on it enthusiastically. He said to her then, "Since you are blindfolded you will not know which cock you are sucking." She smiled at the thought but said nothing because she knew that she would most definitely know the difference between her lovers cock in her mouth and that of a man she had never met. She found it funny that he would say that because she had fantasized about this moment for a long time, the idea of being blindfolded and sucking on different cocks and not knowing whose was whose but she always knew she would be able to tell the difference. While her lover was busy playing with her, their host had chosen some toys and she felt a vibrator touching her clit and her excitement started to build. He pushed it inside of her and the feeling was electric and she started to writhe in excitement. Her mouth was full of her lover's cock so she could not scream out but she moaned in pleasure as the vibrator was pushed farther inside her and she began to cum. A smaller object was also being placed in her ass and the sensation of having one there at the same time as the vibrator was in her pussy was overwhelming but amazing. She still could not see exactly what was going on, but she knew that the men were having a good time playing with her and perhaps each other, since she was tied to the bed and blindfolded it was hard to tell exactly what was happening but whatever it was , it was all amazing and she continued to build towards orgasm after orgasm. The blindfold came off then and she could see both men and the host came toward her with what she recognized as nipple clips. She had never had them used on her before but she knew what they looked like. He put one on each nipple and surprisingly enough they did not hurt. They had a chain attaching them and their host pulled upward on the chain and it made the clips tighten slightly and she could feel the pain then but it was slight and a pleasurable type of pain, the kind that turned her on. Their host was close to face then and she took his cock in her mouth while he continued to play with her nipples with the nipple clips and then her lover moved between her legs and as soon as his tongue touched her clit she moaned in pleasure and he started licking her and sucking her and touching her and she was cumming again and again and still she was sucking on the host's cock! They asked her then what else did she want and she surprised herself when she said, "Well I don't think that I have been whipped yet." The host did not miss a beat and told her to turn over on her stomach. He undid the restraints so that she could move and she flipped over and he put the restraints back on. She was now face down on the bed and restrained once again. The host started to lightly swat her on her ass with a small whip and then he handed her lover a riding crop and instructed him to swat her too!! It was amazing! She loved being whipped, it was not painful at all, it was soooo exciting!! The host put a large dildo in her pussy and a small one in her ass and the men continued to swat her at the same time! The sensations were overwhelming but amazing at the same time. Her lover asked her, "Have you had enough? Do you need to rest?" But she shook her head no. They gave her some water then which was much needed and then undid her restraints so that she was free! Her lover laid on the bed and pulled her on top of him, she knew then what he wanted, his favorite position was her on top of him, so she climbed on him and smiled down at him as she moved up and down and he pushed himself farther inside her. She could tell he was very excited now and as his excitement built so did hers. As he started to cum she could see the ecstasy on his face and it made her move faster and she started to cum too! She smiled at her lover and he smiled back and she knew he was thinking how hot this was but also how odd, just like she was. This was supposed to be a hot tub fantasy day but had turned into something more, but it was perfect because they experienced it together!! Hot Tub Hotties Brad had invited me to his house to see the new hot tub that he and his wife, Linda, had had installed a month or so ago. We were going to take a dip together, drink a few daiquiris, and gaze at the stars as they came out over the hills surrounding the valley. We'd gotten together, the three of us, on other occasions, and we were comfortable with one another. Brad greeted me at the door. "Slip into your trunks," he invited me, and come out back. "I'll have a drink waiting for you." I smiled. "Thanks." A few minutes later, I was in their back yard. I stood on the patio, surveying the newly installed hot tub. Brad and Linda had spared no expense. Not only had they installed the tub, but they had also erected a tall wall around it, to provide privacy, and they'd planted lush shrubs and a profusion of bright flowers. Electric torches lined the walkway between the patio and the hot tub, and a few others stood among the blossoms and the greenery. "It's beautiful," I called. Brad motioned to me to join him. "Come on in, Guy; the water's fine." I crossed the well-manicured lawn to the steps leading up one side of the tub. "Where's Linda?" I enquired. "She had to stay late at work," Brad explained. "Oh." I slid into the warm, churning water. Thousands of bubbles frothed around my thighs, genitals, buttocks, and lower back. "Ah! That feels great!" Brad nodded. "It's very relaxing." He indicated the strawberry daiquiri he'd mixed for me. "How's your drink?" I picked up the glass and took a sip. "Great." He hoisted his empty glass. "I'm going to pour another for myself." He set the glass aside and rose. My eyes widened. Brad wore no trunks; he was completely naked. Water streamed from his deep chest, his six-pack abs, his sopping pubic hair, his seven-inch cock, his tight, bunched scrotum, and his powerful thighs. He smiled, looking at my shocked countenance. "You want something?" I closed my gaping mouth and swallowed several times, not believing my eyes. Brad was naked! The fucker was standing here, in front of me, wearing nothing! I recovered my wits enough to realize that he'd said something. "What?" I asked. He repeated himself: "I'm going to pour another for myself. You want something?" "No," I managed to respond, "I'm fine." I paused. "When's Linda going to be home?" His smile broadened. "Not for hours." I tried not to look at him as he got out of the tub, but I failed. He seated himself upon the edge of the tub, his cock and balls poised upon his closed thighs, below the drenched pubic hair, and I studied him as he tuned, lifting his legs over the edge of the tub and displaying the top of his sleek ass cheeks, which, I had to confess (if only to myself), were sexy as hell. Beneath the surface of the water, my own cock stiffened, jutting from my groin. I was glad of the churning water and the frothing bubbles; they obscured the erection that protruded from my trunks. I watched Brad's buttocks sway back and forth as he crossed the lawn to the patio and disappeared inside his house. A minute later, he reappeared, crossing the lawn again to return to the side of the hot tub, carrying a pitcher of daiquiris, which he placed upon a small table near the tub, between a pair of lounge chairs. He poured himself another glass, returning to the tub. I watched him as he climbed back into the frothy water, his cock and balls bouncing and swinging with his movements. He sipped his drink. "When no one else is around, Linda and I skinny dip," he said, setting his glass aside. "But someone else is around," I countered. "I'm here." Brad shrugged. "You're a guy, Guy." I chuckled at his play on words. "I don't have anything you haven't seen before," he observed. He paused, looking directly into my eyes. "You're welcome to ditch your trunks if you want. You don't have anything I haven't seen, either." I'd just taken a drink of my daiquiri. I'd been about to swallow when he voiced his invitation to me to strip; instead of swallowing, I involuntarily spewed the strawberry drink out of my mouth. Brad laughed. "Come on," he repeated the invitation. "You'll be more comfortable." Somehow, I doubted that being naked in front of another guy would make me more comfortable. "Right," I said. "The effect of those tiny bubbles washing and tumbling between your legs is almost as exciting as a blowjob," he declared. Not knowing what to say, I took another drink of my daiquiri, draining the remainder of the glass. "Linda won't be home for hours," Brad reminded me. I shrugged. Why shouldn't a couple of guys get naked? As a youth, I'd skinny dipped with other boys, and I'd showered together with men after a round of golf or a workout in the gym. I'd stood side by side with complete strangers, pissing at public urinals. Brad obviously wasn't uncomfortable in the nude. Why should I be? "Okay," I agreed. I snagged the sides of the trunks' waistband in my thumbs, lowering them over my groin and ass; I slid them past my thighs, alternately lifting each leg to push the shorts past my calves and feet. I set the trunks on the edge of the hot tub, as naked, now, as my host. The tiny bubbles rushed between my legs, tickling my thighs, my cock, my balls, and my ass. I squirmed, grinning. "You're right about the bubbles," I told Brad. My host glided across the surface of the water, the twin mounds of his smooth buttocks gleaming with light and water. He sat next to me. The water came up to our chests. His nipples, like mine, were stiff. Our cocks were both erect, too. "From the moment I met you," Brad confessed, his voice soft as the gathering dusk, "I've dreamed of what you'd look like without your clothes. Now, I know." I didn't know what to say to that, so I said nothing. "You're gorgeous," he said, "a real hottie." Underwater, his hand found my erection, and his fingers toyed with my cock and balls. I was shocked, feeling both angry and offended—at least, my brain told me that I should feel such emotions. Instead, on a deeper level, I felt flattered and exhilarated. My prick became fuller and more rigid, and my scrotum tightened. I felt a tingling throb in my nipples, and my asshole contracted. Brad continued to play with my genitals, his fingers curling about my manhood. He pumped his fist up and down, and the skin of my cock rode back and forth upon my straining shaft. Brad kissed the side of my neck, and I felt a thrill, like an electric current, run through my nipples and my balls; my asshole contracted again, several times, and I moaned. Dusk had deepened into darkness. The back yard was illuminated only by the electric torches that Brad and Linda had set at intervals along the walkway that led from the patio to the hot tub and along the privacy wall, among the shrubs and flowers. No one could see us, I was confident, and Linda wouldn't be home, according to Brad, for hours. I was as attracted to Brad as he was to me, although, unlike him, I hadn't realized this until now. I was only too glad to have him masturbate me and to feel his lips nuzzle my neck. He gave my cock and balls a firm, but gentle, squeeze and kissed me, on the lips this time. I kissed him back, and our mouths opened to admit our respective tongues, which we swirled around one another. We licked each other's faces, drooling, before ending more deep, wet kisses with a press of our saliva-glistening lips upon one another's mouths. "I want to fuck you," Brad announced. Inside, I recoiled from him. Fuck me? In the ass? I wasn't any too sure about such a proposition! It was one thing to get naked with another man, in the privacy of his back yard. It was one thing to let him play with my dick. It was one thing to exchange kisses with him. To let Brad fuck me in the ass—that was another thing entirely! I gulped, swallowing my reservations. "I don't know about that, Brad," I stammered. He kissed me, but, this time, I didn't kiss him back. "Come on, Brad," he pleaded. "I'll be gentle with you, I promise." He gave my dwindling cock a reassuring squeeze. The water gurgled, the tiny bubbles assaulting my thighs, my genitals, my buttocks, as I imagined being on the receiving end of Brad's thick, hard cock. "No one can ever know," I said. "I'm discreet," Brad promised. "You know that." "Okay," I submitted. Brad grinned. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, "and I'll kneel behind you. It'll be fun fucking here, in the water." I did as I was told, assuming the position that Brad had described. "Spread your legs," Brad directed. I obeyed, and he took his place behind me, walking up to my ass on his knees. I felt something smooth but firm, like rubber, press against my buttocks. It was Brad's cock, I realized. The glans pushed deeper into the cleavage of my ass, and I felt the shaft follow, brushing past their smooth, inward-curving cheeks. Abruptly, the tip of his erection encountered my asshole. He wasn't going to be able to penetrate me, I thought, as his cock met the stout resistance of my anus. Brad was resolute, however, and continued to press his cock forward, guiding it in his hand, and the rubbery glans slipped through my asshole, stretching the tight, small orifice. I felt inch after inch of his rigid manhood slide through the smooth ring of my sphincter, deep into my rectum. My asshole fluttered frantically, but Brad remained still, his cock buried balls-deep inside my ass. The sensation of being stuffed, of being crammed full of cock, was exciting, and little flurries of exhilaration and pleasure swept through me, like tiny bubbles. My cock, which had softened and shrunk a few moments ago, stiffened and swelled again. After a few moments, the spasms stopped as my sphincter relaxed, accepting the presence of the rigid column of flesh that stretched my asshole wide open around its thick, warm girth. Brad withdrew his cock until only the glans remained within the ring of my sphincter. Then, he drove his prick forward, quickly and forcefully, driving the thick, hard shaft into my ass to the very hilt, flattening the cheeks under his grinding pubes, and I moaned, thinking that he might split me in half. Again, he withdrew, renewing his assault. He continued in this manner, with greater and greater intensity and force, more and more rapidly thrusting into my ass until all I could hear was the rapid-fire slap-slap-slap of his hips against my backside as he pounded my ass and all I could feel was his cock pumping inside my ravaged asshole. The water splashed all around us, waves spraying our thighs, splattering our buttocks, and washing over our cocks and balls. Brad slammed his cock home, as deeply as he could, and I felt him shudder violently as he gasped and moaned, his cock lurching and straining inside my impaled buttocks. I knew that he'd reached orgasm and was spurting his thick, warm seed deep into my bowels. He remained inside me while his cock dwindled, draped over my ass and back. I could feel his heart beating between my shoulder blades. A thin layer of sweat cemented our bodies, just as our lust had cemented our souls. At last, he kissed my neck, disengaging himself from me. I felt his prick, flaccid again, slide from my gaping asshole and trail semen between the cleavage of my buttocks. A moment later, we were seated, side by side, in the frothy water. The sky was dark, and the stars had come out, glittering against the black velvet of this perfect night.