0 comments/ 76889 views/ 9 favorites Jacuzzi Ch. 01 By: BlBones Although there is sex in this story, it is not heavy, pounding sex. The story explores the anguish that is encountered when a married couple strays from the marriage vows. I hope you enjoy it. I looked across the Jacuzzi at my wife, Marty, and gave her a quick lifted eyebrow. This was a signal we developed shortly after our marriage two years ago. It asked if she was ok. She looked at me with a smile and gave the 'ok' wink. A frown or scowl would have told me she was not ok. She then gave me a quick eyebrow lift and I returned a quick eyebrow lift, the 'I don't know' response. She gave two quick winks which meant 'she was really ok, don't worry.' About that time I felt Pam's fingers wrap around my cock and I jumped. She murmured softly in my ear, "Oh, my, my." This was new, and although rather exciting, I was not completely comfortable. I didn't know whether to be quiet or speak up and call everything off. . As the thoughts were swirling in my head, Neil, Pam's husband asked if everyone was comfortable. I couldn't get anything out of my mouth. I knew what was happening and I was lost in a cloud of mixed emotions. Pam responded that everything was wonderful. Marty said she was enjoying herself and with that, Neil rose out of the Jacuzzi. I was quite sure that I saw Marty's hand slip from his cock as he arose. He took my wife's hand, grabbed towels for both of them, and led her to the sliding door. There they stopped and used the towels to dry off and were laughing as they helped each other. Then he led her into the house. * * * * * * I had met Neil and Pam five years earlier. He and I were working on our masters degrees at the same time. His wife, Pam, was with him and they had a small, one bedroom apartment. We became fast friends and I spent many hours in their apartment. He became my mentor since he was nine years my senior, had served in the military, and then worked in the profession several years before returning to school for his advanced degree. Working with Neil in the apartment was enhanced by having Pam around. Pam was and still is a real looker. I must admit that I envied him having such a beautiful wife and gracious hostess. After graduating, Neil had gone back to work with his former employer in Denver. I returned to Nashville where I met Marty and then married her. I should note that Marty is no slouch in the looks department. Four months ago I had a call from Neil who wanted to know if I would like to come to work for the company he worked for, there was an opening. I jumped. The opportunities and future far exceeded what I had at the time. Upon arriving in Denver, Pam and Neil took Marty and me under their wing. They had us to dinner often and helped us find a home, get moved in, and settled. During that time they were building a new home. Of course, we helped them all we could. We developed a very warm and caring relationship with one another. They moved in three weeks ago and early last week we received an invitation for Saturday to come for supper, spend the night, and help them christen their Jacuzzi. Though it was cold outside, we were admonished not to forget to bring our bathing suits. Their new home is in the foothills of the mountains, west of the city, and is almost a two hour drive from our place on the southeast side. We were very happy to accept the over night invitation. Both women have the kind of figure that turns men's heads. It turns out that Pam had called Marty earlier in the week and suggested that she bring a bikini for the christening. Neil had seen me at the office and suggested that I bring a thong bathing suit. After supper on Thursday night, as we were talking, Marty and I discovered our separate requests that had been made regarding our swim wear. We both thought it intriguing and played with the thought for a little while. I know that I was looking forward to seeing Pam in a bikini. Before we ended our discussion I told Marty that I had a deep down suspicion that Pam and Neil were doing some swinging. Marty gasped and asked me why I thought that. I told her my reasons which were mostly things I had gathered from things that Neil had said and she concluded that I was delusional. I agreed that I could be, but told her to 'just be on the watch.' * * * * * * On Saturday evening we arrived and were shown the completed work. They had sold their former home, furnished, and had an interior decorator help with the new home. It was now complete with brand new furnishings. We had not seen the place since it had been furnished and were both impressed and in awe of the final product. I couldn't help but ask a question about the new dwellings. "Why do you have or need five bedrooms?" Pam quickly replied, "You guys are not the only people we know, and like you, many of them live some distance away or out of town. At Christmas time and during ski season, I'm sure we will probably wish we had more." One of the central features was a glass-enclosed sun porch with the Jacuzzi. With the location of the house on the side of the mountain, the sun porch was completely private. You could not see into it, or any other room on the back of the house, unless you happen to fly by in a low-flying plane. However, the view of the city from the sun porch was a fantastic When we had been there to help with construction, I had never given much thought to the size of the place. Like everything else about the place, nothing was small. Excluding the sun porch, which I estimate at about 1500 sq/ft, and the four-car garage, I would estimate that there are about 3000 sq/ft of living space Pam prepared a magnificent standing rib roast dinner. Since it was early spring we adjourned to the living room where a large fireplace was beckoning and we completely relaxed with some after dinner cocktails. After a bit, Neil suggested that we should all change and get to the Jacuzzi. At first I didn't want to go. I was so comfortable and the idea of changing and then getting all wet just didn't seem appealing. However, I knew that the christening was one of the reasons we had come and Marty and I went to our guest room and changed. Marty was very up tight. She had never worn a bikini before. I liked what I saw and told her so. In fact, I told her, truthfully, that she should always wear a bikini. I broke the tension and we had a good laugh when I said, "I'm the one who will be embarrassed when we go out there and I'm sporting a big bulge in my thong from seeing you." . We all gathered on the sun porch, poured fresh drinks and entered the Jacuzzi. The two ladies looked delicious. The water really was wonderful and the four of us enjoyed each other's company for a while. Suddenly Neil suggested that a Jacuzzi could not be properly used or initiated by persons wearing clothing. ### The suggestion caught me off guard, but didn't surprise me. I raised my eyebrow quickly and Marty gave me a quick raised eyebrow. I didn't know what to do and said, "OK." We all began to shed our swimwear. Of course, in the water with the jets running, you couldn't see too much, but you could catch glimpses of body parts from time-to-time. Now I felt my suspicions about the "swinger" aspect of their lives was being confirmed. I wasn't sure how far I was willing to go in this adventure. Of course, still maybe I was wrong and things would go no further. Neither Marty nor I had much experience with sex before we were married. In fact we both had one experience and in both cases it was not anything special. During my senior year in high school I had gone the whole way with one of the girls from the junior class. It was a rough and clumsy effort on my part and not particularly satisfying. Then I had the holy shit scared out of me when she turned up pregnant. Fortunately her pregnancy was traced to more than a month before we had been together. That cured me and I picked up another lesson from one of my buddies when he contracted VD from one of the girls I had admired. From Marty's point she had sex with a boy in college. Like my experience, the boy was clumsy, knew nothing about sex and in particular, knew nothing about a virgin female. Therefore, her experience was frightening and very painful. She was a little reluctant when we got married and because of our previous experiences, our wedding night was a near disaster. Fortunately we both soon got over our hang ups from our first experiences and have enjoyed loving, wonderful, and a healthy sexual life as man and wife. And, yes, we have experimented with almost every form of 1-male/1-female sex. We have discussed various alternate forms, but neither of us has shown interest in any of them. To be truthful, I must admit that on more than one occasion I have wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone besides my wife. I also have to admit that more than once I have thought, or fantasized, over Pam as a sexual partner or Marty having sex with another man. But it has always been thoughts or fantasies, nothing I ever wished to actually realize. With our swim suits off we entered into a rather stiff or tentative conversation but after a while the conversation became comfortable again. The alcohol was producing a nice warm glow and I was getting a little aroused as I caught glimpses of different naked female body parts in the water. All of a sudden, Pam spoke up and asked Marty if she minded if she were to give me a kiss. Marty shrugged, indicating that she didn't object, and Pam slid toward me and we kissed. It was a reasonably circumspect kiss. However, our tongues did meet. Neil said, "Hey, turnabout is fair play." He pulled Marty closer and kissed her. However, their kiss was more aggressive. I saw mouths open and tongues flick towards each other. Marty slid back to me and planted a big kiss on me, this time with real tongue action. Her hand slipped to my cock and caused it to jump the rest of the way to full attention. She gave me a wicked little smile as she pulled my hand to her breast before we disengaged. I was totally surprised by her actions. She has always been toward the shy side and reluctant to show anything but a polite peck or gentle little kiss when we were not alone. The conversation resumed, but this time sexual connotations would slip into the messages. Shortly Pam announced she would like a second helping kiss from me. There was no time for signals before Pam slid next to me again and we were quickly engaged in a hot, open-mouthed, tongue swapping kiss. I looked over her shoulder to see Neil swapping tongues with Marty. Unlike the first round, this round lasted longer and I was getting both excited and worried. I was finally able to get positioned so that I could trade signals with Marty. She gave me the OK signal and I could tell she was enjoying herself. I am certain that I saw one of Neil's hands on her tit. Then I felt Pam's fingers wrap around my cock and the bubbles in the water parted enough for me to see that apparently Neil had his other hand between Marty's legs. As I was trying to recover from my initial shock, Neil asked if everyone was comfortable and with positive responses from the ladies, he rose and led Marty to the sliding doors... I was in complete mental turmoil. I was feeling a little glow from the alcohol, Pam had me excited, and deep down I knew that I would love to have her. Neil was now taking my wife into the house. I knew exactly what was happening and didn't know how to react. My wife was obviously ok with what was happening, I was completely aroused with Pam's action, and was about to freak out. I realized that what was about to transpire could upset, if not destroy our marriage. Pam's massaging of my cock was having its effect and I finally concluded that it was too late now. I turned to Pam who, as I indicated before, is a beautiful woman and very nicely packaged. It took a few moments for the shock of what was happening to wear down. The change in mood was hastened by the wonderful hand job Pam was giving me. I let my hand slip between her legs which she quickly opened to let me in. She raised herself slightly out of the water and I was able to smother her ample, but solid breast with my mouth. She lowered her head and told me that she and Neil had been hoping for this moment since we moved to Denver and she hoped that they had not alarmed us. I admitted that I had suspected for a while and that Marty seemed to be ok with it. With that exchange she suggested we move to the big double chaise, When she got out of the Jacuzzi I could see that she was put together much better than my touches in the pool had let me know. We lay down facing each other and letting our hands completely examine the other. After a short while she slid down and in a moment she guided my cock to where she could let her lips envelop it. Her technique was fantastic and in short time I was ready to blow my load. Before I did, I pulled her up, put her on her back, and ran my tongue into her pussy. It wasn't long before Pat moaned and said, "Please Al, don't play with me any more. "Put your cock in me and fuck me. "And when your ready, don't pull out, but fill me up. "I want to feel your cum in me." Her words pushed me over the edge. As she guided my cock, I pushed into her. She let me know that my cock wasn't as thick as Neil's but it was longer. She was moaning how good it felt to be penetrated so deeply and she was meeting my thrusts. It wasn't long before I felt her begin to climax and that caused me to pump her full of my semen. It was wonderful and I couldn't help but want more. We lay cuddled on the lounge for a bit and then I felt her hand reaching for my cock again. I slipped my hand between her legs and inserted one, and then two, fingers into her pussy filled with my cum. It didn't take long for me to become erect again and she pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and lowered herself fully on to my cock. After a short ride, I deposited another load into her. I'm not sure if she reached climax, but she seemed to be very satisfied. It had been well over an hour since Neil and my wife had left the sun room when I heard their voices (seemingly happy) as they returned to the sun room. I looked to the door in time to see Marty's mouth drop and a look of distress cross her face when she saw us. Neil looked surprised and it was obvious that they had not expected to see us there. I could see a glistening trail of fluid running down the inside of her leg which erased any doubt I may have had as to whether they actually had sex. Marty broke from Neil and came running towards me. I immediately got up and caught her in my arms as she approached. There were tears in her eyes and she said in a very low voice, almost a whisper, in my ear, "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. "I didn't mean to..." and I cut her off telling her everything was ok. Pam went to Neil, took his hand, saying, "Come on honey. They need some time to themselves." With that, they left us telling us to come to the kitchen when we were ready and have some dessert. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Marty broke into uncontrollable sobbing as she tried to let me know how ashamed and sorry she was for letting this happen. She was trying to explain how she didn't know what had come over her but she had just lost control. I was finally able to reassure her that we were ok and I reminded her of my suspicions. She wanted to verify if I actually had sex with Pam and I told her I had, in fact twice. Her tears flowed again and she simply said, "Oh, Al." I knew she was hurting and for the first time I began to hurt over what had happened. We talked for a while and before we finished we both confided that it was not something we had planned but that even though it was wrong, we had both enjoyed the sex with someone else. We ended our discussion by acknowledging that we didn't want to hurt our hosts and that they may be looking forward to some more sex before we left. We agreed that we would be gracious guest. I must admit that the lack of reluctance with which Marty accepted the possibility of more sex with Neil bothered me quite a bit, but I didn't let Marty know and let it drop. We joined our hosts in the kitchen for dessert and talked a little while. In the discussion Pam and Neil repeated how much we had meant as friends and how happy they were for the opportunity to get to "know us" better. This remark made me cringe a little, but I just smiled and let it drop. After about an hour of socializing, Neil suggested we could all probably use some sleep. To my surprise, he took Pam by the hand and headed for their bedroom. Marty and I did a combined sigh and went to our room. We showered together after Marty had douched. In bed we tried to have sex, but neither of us could seem to build the fire. Again, this was something that worried me. Never-the-less, we talked and tenderly reaffirmed our love to one another. The sun was up when I felt fingers curl around my cock. I started to say something to Marty, but when I opened my eyes I was looking at Pam. I was startled and asked where Marty was. Pam told me she had just wakened Marty and asked her to go get Neil up and going. This troubled me a lot that my wife had gone to be with another man again and without even letting me know. But, like it, or not, Pam had my cock in her control and it became erect in just a matter of moments. She was wearing a very thin nylon robe that concealed nothing. Having gotten me hard, she shed her robe and crawled into bed with me. She asked me to do her doggy style and I did. Sex this time was not like it had been last night and considering the talk Marty and I had afterward, it seemed a bit jaded to me. I must admit that I was deeply concerned with Marty having gone without even telling me. After sex, which was more mechanical then sensual, Pam and I lay there for a few minutes before she told me breakfast would be ready in half an hour. She put her robe on and left. Within a couple of minutes, Marty came into the bedroom. I looked at her and she, without a smile said, "Well we agreed to be gracious guests didn't we?" There was no doubt that she had complete sex with Neil again. She went into the bathroom to shower and clean up. I remembered our talk from last night but still I had deep concerns and the worries were continuing to grow. In fact, the worries now had my stomach in knots. After breakfast we talked a while and then we went to our room to pack our bags. I didn't say much to Marty as she seemed to be very preoccupied. As time moved on, I was becoming very fearful of what this weekend had done or was doing to our marriage. I knew I loved her. The sex had been fun, but it had satisfied nothing but the physical urge. In short, the sex was no different than masturbating except no mechanical means was required. The thought of possibly losing Marty had me in tears at one point, but I was able to hide them before she came out of the bathroom. It was time to go home. (To be continued) Marty tells the story from her perspective in the next installment. Since this is part one of a two-part story, the author is not accepting any comments until the final installment is published. Jacuzzi Ch. 01 My name is Jeffery Jackson, a school teacher as is my wife, Janice Jackson - nice alliteration, but unintentional. We live in a small town about twenty miles from Buffalo, New York where I teach history and Jan is in elementary education. We are both in our early 40's and find ourselves alone for the first time in almost twenty years since both of our children are off to college. We may go bankrupt with their expenses, but their absence had certainly made the house bigger and removed some of the limitations that parenthood brings. Parents are supposed to be role models for their children, but, sometimes, being an exemplary model of moral rectitude is quite restrictive. This is not to say that we intend to head a hedonistic life now that they are out of the house, but a bit of self-indulgent is quite appealing. This is particularly true of my wife Jan, because one of her favorite sports is to enjoy a bit of exhibitionism. She is short, only about 5' 1", and weighs a little over 100 lbs. She still has a very nice figure which she has worked hard to maintain and she gets pleasure from showing it off. She has been limited to the usual exposure when getting out of a car, trying on shoes, not quite shutting the curtain when trying on clothes, etc. However, she has always wanted to make the revelation more personal - deliberately showing something to someone in such a way that she knows that it can be seen. It turned out that she achieved her goal and a great deal more than she ever could have expected. We have a large recreation room downstairs with table shuffleboard and a pool table which the kids and we have enjoyed. In addition, we have a very nice, eight-person Jacuzzi, one that has given us much decorous pleasure for years. Needless to say, the kids and their friends tended to monopolize the area on the weekends. We and our friends managed to share it at times, but it was awkward. However, now that the kids are away at college, the adults can enjoy the premises without feeling that they are in the way. We have three couples with whom we are quite friendly and we will often have a light dinner and, afterwards, spend an hour or so playing games. Other times they just come over just for conversation or the games - very informal. Then, before they are ready to go home, we will all change into bathing suits and relax, sitting in the hot, bubbling water of the Jacuzzi, enjoying friendly conversation. Of course, we visit our friend's homes also, but a combination of our entertainment facilities and the Jacuzzi made our home almost like a club - which we like - and they come over frequently. In any case, with the Jacuzzi a pattern developed in that one couple, Lois and Tim Jastim, that is older (around 60), would stay in the water for a half-hour or so and get out, change and go home. There was no need to get out with them - after years of friendship no formality was needed so they just let themselves out. The second couple, Susan and Doug Chambers, usually followed not long after - waiting, of course, for the guest room to be free for changing. Marianne and Bryan Curry, the third couple and the one of most importance here, tended to hang on till we were all water-logged. They were a nice couple that we had known for some years. Marianne, a teacher at Jan's school, was rather prime and proper and never responded to, or for that matter, even seemed to be aware of things like double entendre or sexual references. She was thin and with no real sex appeal. Actually, she always wore conservative "teacher-type" clothes which effectively removed any salacious thoughts about her. However, she had a very out-going and good-natured personality which made her pleasant to be with. She also was very talkative, filling any awkward gaps in the conversation, a quality that is very useful. She and Jan had been friends for fifteen years, talking every day over lunch at the school cafeteria and, frequently relaxing together after the students were gone. In general, she was just a nice person to be around. However, you just didn't think of sex when you thought of Marianne. She was, however, proof that sex appeal isn't everything. Bryan was very different. He rarely talked unless directly spoken to. He was a heavy machine operator and could expound forever on the virtues of different models of front loaders, back hoes, bulldozers, etc., but since those topics rarely entered into our conversations, he didn't say much. He hardly was an Adonis, but his outside work kept in in good shape, certainly better than the rest of us men. For Jan, however, Bryan's greatest attraction was the attention he paid to her. His eyes always seemed to be on her. If she were wearing a skirt and crossed her legs, those eyes were always on her legs. If she bent over while wearing a low cut blouse, you could be sure that he would be trying to see her bra - or more. He wasn't too obvious, but Jan was very aware of his interest and enjoyed the attention. Logically, if she were going to expose herself to anyone in our group, it would be he. When you think of it, nothing had really changed with the kids gone. It was still the same house, our friends were the same people and the kids were rarely around when we all went into the Jacuzzi. Jan certainly could have discreetly exposed herself to Bryan, or anyone else, even if the kids had been home upstairs - or even in the game room for that matter. She didn't intend to strip for him! It just was a sense of freedom, a changed feeling of being a woman, not just a mother. Many women change, often for no real reason, when they become mothers - they circumscribe their own behavior according to their vision of how a "MOTHER" should act and, sometimes, they become almost asexual. They stay that way as the kids grow up, stultifying their own sexual desires and, frequently, that of their husband. However, when the nest is finally empty there is a freedom from those self-imposed restrictions, and some women are able to recapture those desires and start over. So, for Jan, it was more a psychological change, but it was real, nonetheless. In any case, I knew that she wanted to engage in some more explicit form of exhibitionism, a desire that she had bottled up for 20+ years. This craving of hers was no secret between us and she talked quite frankly about how the idea aroused her. This didn't mean that she intended to go out and buy a bunch of new, slut-like clothes to display herself - that kind of clothing would have embarrassed her anyway. No, all she needed was a bit of creative carelessness - which began in the Jacuzzi. Jan always wore a crocheted flesh-colored bikini bathing suit in the Jacuzzi. Actually, it was rather conservative except for the loose weave that looked as if you could see through. However, the suit, bra and pants, was lined so nothing showed. She had said a number of times that she would like to remove the lining, but that would be too blatant for both her pubic hair and nipples would be clearly visible. I had the lights on a dimmer so that when we were in the water, I would have them quite low so having no lining would be fine - but she couldn't show anything anyway. When someone entered or left the Jacuzzi I would brighten the lights, but then things would be too obvious without the lining. However, Jan found a way. I had changed into my bathing suit and was preparing to go downstairs to the Jacuzzi when Jan called, "Wait a minute. I want to show you something." She came out of the bathroom wearing her regular suit and looking perfectly normal. However, she stopped in front of me and said, "Watch," as she bent over. The bra of the crocheted suit fastened around her back and was held up by a tie behind her neck which was quite effective in keeping it in place. However, Jan had fastened the neck tie very loosely and, as she bent over, the cups dropped away, completely exposing two bare breasts, their nipples turgid with arousal. "How does that look?" "Gods, Bryan's eyes will pop out! Be careful, he'll want to grab them right in front of everybody!" "Does it look too obvious? I don't want anyone else, especially Marianne, to notice. She would be horrified - and scandalized." "No, I think that your back will be toward everyone else and the tie looks perfectly normal when you are standing straight up. The side will be toward Marianne, but I don't think that too much will show. No, if it feels like fun, go for it!" The Jacuzzi is sunk into a low deck with its rim about ten inches above the surface. The rim is broad at one corner and the proper way to get in is to step up onto that corner, move down to a molded-in step, then onto the seat and, finally, onto the floor of the Jacuzzi. No one did it that way. Instead, they would stand on the deck above the seat, turn sideways, lean over, hold on to the rim and reach one leg down the 18 inches to the seat. Then, the other leg would be brought in and they would step down onto the Jacuzzi floor. Really, quite easy. Getting out required the reverse but was considerably harder, particularly for people with short legs - like Jan. Occasionally, she would get up on the seat, reach one leg up over the rim onto the deck and be stuck. There was nothing to pull against to haul her back leg up over the rim and the front leg was too far over to pull it back. She would be stuck, balancing there, until one of the men, usually Bryan, came to her aid and help her over or back! We all found that to be quite amusing but, ultimately, it turned out to be quite significant. Interestingly enough, when it was just the two of us, she would almost always use the steps. One day I asked about her seemingly illogical behavior and got exactly the answer I expected. "Oh, I would have to climb over Bryan or Marianne to get to the steps when they are here, so it's just easier to climb out over the rim." Then, seeing my skeptical look, grinned, "Ok, I get out that way because I like them looking at me. It feels sexy to be stuck there, bent over with my legs wide open. And I like being helped over with a hand on my bottom!" This was very mild exhibitionism, and, now, she was planning to be more aggressive. People are creatures of habit and just as students in a classroom almost always take the same seats, we regularly sat the in the same places in the Jacuzzi. I sat next to Marianne in one section; Bryan sat to her left beside Jan in the next. Doug sat to Jan's left beside Susan in the third and Tim and Lois in the fourth section with Lois to my right. This habit was perfect for Jan for she knew that the seat next to Bryan would be open when she got in. I left her in the bedroom and went down to the Jacuzzi. Bryan was already there, and Marianne came shortly after, followed first by Lois and Tim and then Susan and Doug. Each hung up their robes and towels and worked themselves into their regular seats. Jan finally came, took off her robe and prepared to fit herself into the remaining empty seat. The lights were still turned up, of course, but the loosened bra tie looked as it always did. In any case, everyone was talking and paying no particular attention to a suit that they had seen many times. I, of course, was watching intently while pretending not to do so. Jan turned sideways toward Bryan and leaned way down to touch the Jacuzzi rim as she tentatively moved her left leg down toward the seat. From the rear there nothing unusual, but, since I was watching for it, I saw a stunned expression cross Bryan's face, and I knew that he was looking at my wife's bare tits. His eyes flicked upwards to Jan's face and returned immediately to his totally unexpected view. It didn't last long as Jan didn't prolong her move into the water but it was certainly long enough to heat up two people, he from what he was seeing and she from what she knew she was showing. I quickly lowered the lights just in case the bra hadn't returned to full coverage and I noticed later that she had redone the bra tie so that it wouldn't accidentally reveal anything if she bent over toward anyone else. It appeared from my perspective that her plan had worked to perfection and, I assumed, the show was over for the evening. It turned out that I was underestimating my wife's exhibitionism. After the two other couples left, the four of us talked for another half-hour or so and Jan finally announced, "I'm getting water-logged. I think that I'll get out." As usually happened with her short legs, she needed help to get up and out of the Jacuzzi and, also as usual, Bryan provided that help. However, rather than boosting her out by pushing upward on her hip as was customary, he quickly got all the way out himself and reached down to pulled her up. I'm sure that he was hoping that he would get another view of her tits from that angle but, if so, he was disappointed. Her bra was fastened firmly in place and the boobs were quite chastely concealed. Marianne, being taller (about 5' 7"), had no trouble getting herself out and I followed. (I wouldn't have minded helping Susan get out but I always sat between Marianne and Lois, neither of any interest!) Jan and Bryan dried off and moved away so that Marianne and I could get our towels off of the rack. Marianne and I were talking about something innocuous as we toweled off while the other two put on their robes. They were about five feet or so away, Jan with her back to us, and I thought I heard her say something about a wet bathing suit. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but she had just taken the next step. The three of them left, Marianne and Bryan to the guest room, Jan upstairs, while I closed down the Jacuzzi. When I got upstairs to the bedroom, I was surprised to see Jan still wearing her robe rather than having changed. I looked at her, starting to ask why she wasn't dressing when she said, with a very large grin, "What do you think of this?" With that, she pulled her robe open, showing me her bare tits! "When we finished drying off, I put my robe on, reached up and untied my bra string. Then, I just reached behind me and unfastened the bra and took it off! I sort of half- whispered, 'I hate the feel of a wet bathing suit, don't you?' I looked right at him with both tits right out in the open before I closed my robe! Damn, that was exciting!" Before I could say anything - and I probably was speechless, anyway - we heard Marianne and Bryan coming up the stairs, so she quickly slipped into a caftan and went out to meet them. I hurriedly dressed and joined them, eager to say goodnight and hear Jan's story. However, Marianne is one of those people who just cannot just leave. As usual, one thing led to another and then to another and another and another. This was nothing new - goodbye was always a difficult word for her and we stood there for a good fifteen minutes before we could finally ease her out of the door. "Good god, I didn't think that she would ever stop talking tonight. Now, what the hell happened? You were just going to let him get an 'accidental' peek at your tits and, somehow, you decided to just show them. How did you have the nerve? What did he do?" I genuinely was shocked - not negatively at all, just surprised that a woman who's exhibitionism had been limited to a quick flash now and then could have deliberately exposed herself so brazenly. "Yeah, that's all I intended to do. I don't know if you could tell, but having my bra loose worked perfectly. The cups dropped down and I could feel that both boobs were hanging out bare. I didn't look directly at him since I presumably didn't know that I was showing. I don't think that he was fooled, however, for when sat down next to him, he leaned over, put his hand over and squeezed my leg and whispered, 'Beautiful!' I guess that I should have acted puzzled of something and pretended not to know what he meant, but I just replied, 'Thank you.' "It really felt sexy showing my breasts like that, but acknowledging that I had done it deliberately made it even better. Best of all, though, was his reaction - a whispered comment and a surreptitious hand on my leg that turned it from a simple flash of boob to a shared moment of sinful intimacy. Then, to make it more interesting, he kept his hand on my leg, actually my thigh, just letting it rest there. That felt pleasantly improper and illicit since it was carefully concealed under the water. "When it was time to get out, I was tempted to loosen my bra again, but I was afraid that Marianne might notice, so, regretfully, I decided that I had better not. Then, while we were drying off, I got an idea. We had to move away so that you and Marianne could get to the towels and your robes. I deliberately turned so that my back was to you as I put my robe on and, as I told you, took my bra off and showed Bryan my tits! And this was no flash! My robe was completely open as I said that about not liking a wet bathing suit and I didn't close it for at least thirty seconds. I don't know I got the nerve to do it, but I did. I still hardly believe it - I showed off my bare tits!" "I still don't believe it! Here I was talking about his eyes popping out if you flashed your tits at him but, wow, this should have blown his mind! I'm surprised that he didn't try to feel them - maybe he would have if Marianne and I hadn't been right there. Now that would really be something!" "Now, hold on! I don't want to go that far! It's one thing to let him see me; it's another to think of letting him touch me." Then, grinning, "Of course, I never had even fantasized doing what I did - and his hand did feel good on my leg. Maybe it would feel good on my tit! Seriously, though, this really made me hot. You know, it seems funny, but knowing that you and Marianne were behind me really added something. Made it sexier somehow. Doing something illicit or improper with my husband and his wife standing right there! Getting away with something I guess." "Well, whatever the reason, I'm sure that he enjoyed the view, particularly since it wasn't just an accidental quick glimpse. Man, what must have been going through his mind as we stood there in the hall waiting for Marianne to run down. He can't help but wonder about everything, especially whether you'll do it again. He'll be eager to come over again and go into the Jacuzzi and see what happens. Gods, wouldn't Marianne be shocked?" "Good heavens, she might have a heart attack! I'll bet that they never would come over here again. That's the only thing that I feel bad about. She's so straight-laced and I'm sure that she never could conceive as to why I enjoyed showing my tits to Bryan - or why he would want to see them. I really love her and honestly don't like to do something behind her back, yet, as I said, knowing that she was behind me made it more exciting. I don't know." "Well, if you do anything in the future, you had better be very careful." I paused for a few moments, and added, "I wonder if they're having sex tonight? Marianne may have a passionate husband tonight!" "Now there's a wild thought! You know, I just can't picture Marianne being involved in sex. I know that's foolish, but she just seems so disinterested in such things. We've talked for years and I don't remember anything she said about their personal - well, sexual - relationship. Still, you never know. Who would think that a 43 year old mother of two college-aged children would deliberately show her bare tits to another man and really enjoy it?" As you can imagine, Jan's exposure was a topic of conversation frequently for several days and occasionally after that. It certainly was a subject leading up to some excellent sex with various fantasies providing fuel. Certainly, thinking about it fired her up more than anything in years. She was much more uninhibited in general, often leaving off her panties and/or bra just for the feeling even when she wasn't going to reveal anything. Part of this freedom came from having the children out of the house, particularly our daughter Joan, but mostly it came from actually having done something audacious. And, as is almost always the case, having done something so adventurous and daring, her appetite had been whetted for more. There never was a question about whether she wanted to do it again - just how she could do it safely. Jacuzzi Ch. 01 The next opportunity came about three weeks later, but led to a letdown feeling of disappointment. Jan was really eager to repeat her performance and, at first, everything went well. She wore the same suit, loosened the bra string and gave Bryan the same view as before as she bent over getting into the Jacuzzi. I had "accidentally" left the remote controller for the lights on the steps beside Bryan and I reached over for it as Jan got in. I glanced sideways toward her just in time to see a glimpse of her breast completely exposed to Bryan's eyes. I had seen that breast enumerable times before, obviously, but this certainly was one of the most erotic occasions. Watching her display herself in that way was far more exciting than, rationally, it should have been. Some years before we had been on a topless beach in Florida and she had sat there with her breasts completely bare in public. She loved it, but, while it was exciting in a way, it seemed almost normal in that situation. It's mostly mental. A woman will wear a minimal coverage bikini in public, knowing that very little is hidden and be perfectly comfortable - and enjoy knowing how much is revealed. On the other hand, if she is seen, somehow, in just her bra and panties, she will be embarrassed even if she is far more adequately covered than in the bikini. The same is true for the audience. A man will look at a woman wearing that bikini and think, "Wow, that's sexy," but he is unlikely to have any physical manifestation of his interest. However, seeing that same woman in bra and panties is likely to produce a hard cock! So, if Jan had been on that topless beach and Bryan had seen her tits bare, I'm sure that he would have enjoyed the view. She would have enjoyed showing them, but it probably would not have been a major stimulating event for either of them. For my part, I thought that having her topless that day was sexy but it became almost mundane pretty quickly. However, this surreptitious flashing of her tits was far more erotic than the whole day at the beach. It was very brief, of course, and I sat back and used the remote to dim the lights as we talked and enjoyed the water. Oddly enough, or maybe not as odd as I think of it, I found myself looking forward to the end of the evening rather that the evening itself. That end ultimately came, of course, but that is when the disappointment also came. Jan started to climb out of the Jacuzzi and, as usual, ended up straddling the rim, one leg high up out on the deck, the other still back on the seat. Actually, she always looked sort of sexy that way, bent over with her hands balancing on the rim with her legs spread wide open. She and I had occasionally (when the kids were out for the evening) gone nude into the Jacuzzi and, when she tried to get out, I kidded her that I could see all the way up her cunt to her tonsils! That was an exaggeration, of course (her tonsils had been removed long ago), but her cunt certainly was agape! In any case, once again she needed Bryan's help to make the final step. This time he stayed behind her and, putting his hand on her hip, he lifted upwards, his hand perilously near her crotch as he did so. They go out and got their towels and quickly dried off. They took their robes and moved out of the way as Marianne and I used our towels. This time, however, as Jan put on her robe, Marianne turned toward them and, while putting on her own robe, talking continuously as usual, never looking away. Jan turned her back to us and I could see that she was doing something under her robe, but Marianne was always in the middle, beside Jan and facing Bryon and me. Unfortunately for Bryan, there never was an opportunity for a repeat of last time's exposure. As we went into the bedroom upstairs, Jan's face was the visual image of frustration. "Damn it, she would never look away - it was almost as if she deliberately made sure that I kept my robe closed! Look!" As she commanded, I stared at her as she pulled he robe completely open, revealing that she was totally naked under it. It was quite an unexpected sight. I knew that she planned to expose her tits again, but I had no idea that she intended to show everything. Showing her bare breasts the last time had been a major escalation of her exhibitionism and a leap to virtual nudity was a jump of several magnitudes. Her exasperation was clear as she pulled off her robe and put on her caftan and headed to the foyer. My quizzical look finally made an impression and she called back, "I know! We'll talk about it as soon as they go!" Fortunately, Marianne was not as verbose as we tried to ease them out, so I didn't have to wait as long as I feared for Jan's explanation. There was one kind of amusing thing as they left, however. The whole time they (i.e. Marianne) were saying goodbye, Bryan stood there with the most lugubrious expression on his face. Then, as they started down the path, I stepped back inside the doorway leaving Jan to watch them go. Bryan looked back and seeing her seemingly alone, he gave a "what can you do" shrug of his shoulders. From the side I could see a wry grin on her face as she returned the disappointment inspired shrug. It was quite clear that the disappointment was mutual! As the door closed I was finally able to ask, "What's going on? What made you decide to take your pants off? Last time it was a big deal, deliberately showing your tits, and now you're mad that he didn't see you naked. That's a big jump!" "Oh, gods yes. I never even thought of going that far - it never even occurred to me. But, I've been hot all day, thinking of showing my tits again. Last time it was a spur of the moment thing, but I had been thinking about showing all day, anticipating that rush of excitement I got last time. All day long I've felt my nipples sticking out, trying to poke through my bra. When I bent over getting in I had to force myself to straighten up and sit down. I just wanted to stay there showing my tits, just letting him look at them! I was really hot! The whole time we were in the Jacuzzi I was waiting to get my top off and show them and she just didn't give me a chance!" "Oh, come on, honey. He saw your tits and you enjoyed showing them - that's a hell of a lot more than you had done before last time! Not getting to open your robe is frustrating, but next time maybe we can think of a way to distract Marianne. You still haven't explained taking off your pants. That certainly was not in the program." "I know. I guess I just got carried away. The whole thing was so exciting. As I said, I could feel my breasts hanging down as I bent over and I'm sure that my top had dipped down below my nipples. When I sat down, Bryan whispered 'beautiful' again and squeezed my leg. Oh, that felt good. Last time he let his hand rest on my leg, but this time he ran his hand up and down, from just above my knee to all the way up my thigh. He moved away when you raised the lights so that Tin and Lois could get out but put it right back when you dimmed them. He did the same thing with Susan and Doug. After they left, he put his hand back right at the top of my thigh, touching the bottom of my pants, and left it there! "Anyway, when we got out and I put robe on, I tried to get in position to open it and remove my bra while Bryon watched, but Marianne kept him turned the wrong way. Finally, I turned so that my back was to everyone and took it off, planning to open the robe when she looked the away. As I did it, I had this sudden compulsion and, without really thinking, pushed my pants down and let them fall to the floor. I kicked them aside, closed my robe and turned around facing the three of you. I really don't know what came over me, but I was almost giddy with excitement, just waiting for my chance to flash Bryan. Gods, I was hot - I never even thought that I was going too far. In any case, it didn't matter, damn it. There never was a moment that I faced him that I wasn't also facing her." "Boy, you must have been hot! I'll tell you something, however. You've got to be very careful with this. When you got in, I leaned over in front of Marianne to see what you were showing, and I could see your entire left tit. You were right in thinking that the bra was out of the way for the nipple was completely exposed and sticking straight out. If I hadn't been in the way, Marianne would have seen the whole thing if she had looked over. It's rather risky with her sitting right there. It looked very pretty though and I'm sure that Bryan was fascinated!" "I know that he liked it, but now I'm really worried. I thought that I was turned enough to be safe but obviously I was wrong. Darn, I can't get in and bend over any other way. This is ridiculous! I get the nerve to show my boobs in the Jacuzzi and love doing it. Even more, I somehow get my courage up to take my bra off and deliberately show them to another man. Tonight I was prepared to open my robe and go further, showing both my tits and pussy hair. I didn't get to do that because Marianne was in the way and now I find that it probably is too risky to even show off by bending over!" "Calm down, it isn't that bad. We'll just have to figure a way to distract Marianne. I don't know about doing it when you're getting in because you really are close to her and from the side it was quite obvious. I was really surprised at how well you could see. We certainly should be able to keep her attention off of you for a short time after we get out." "Oh, honey, I hope so. I can't believe how much this excites me! I guess I'm even more of an exhibitionist than I realized. Are you sure that none of this bothers you? I certainly can stop if it does." "For heaven's sake, you've been like this ever since I met you. You like to show off and I enjoy watching you do it." Then, with a knowing grin, "In addition, it makes you hotter in bed afterwards so I get something out of it, too!" Our conversation went on for some time as might be expected. In a way, it looks like "Much Ado About Nothing" when you think about it. Lots of people had seen her bare tits on the beach and others had almost certainly seen up her skirt to her pussy, yet here we were discussing her exposure at the Jacuzzi as if were a big thing! Of course, it wasn't really what was being shown so much as the devious, surreptitious doing of something illicit or immoral. It certainly turned us on! Two weeks later, things worked out better. We had tested the view from Marianne's seat in the Jacuzzi and, reluctantly, had come to the disappointing conclusion that there was no way that it would be safe for Jan to use bending over as a way to show her tits. Unless Marianne's attention was drawn away, she might very easily see what I had seen last time - a naked breast. We decided that it was just too much danger of causing a major problem since having Jan's bra that loose could hardly be an accident. As a result, I'm sure that Bryan had to have been gravely disappointed when she was quite decorous when getting into the Jacuzzi. I noticed that Marianne was looking right at them, so if Jan had loosened her bra, she certainly would have seen. Leaving that issue aside, we all had a very nice, relaxing conversation as the water pummeled us with its bubbles. It was a normal, pleasant evening. It became more intense as people left, leaving the four of us as the last to get out. Jan and I had talked about her exhibitionist desires and we could see no reason not to indulge them. She had really been turned on by exposing her tits to Bryan and doing so again had real appeal - it was an exciting experience that was fun and was completely safe with the four of us together. However, maybe it was cold feet, but she had finally decided to stick to just showing her tits, not her pussy. As she said, maybe that was moving too fast for what was just her second exposure. She decided that she would enjoy the tit flashing for a time before moving to a more complete display. The only question was Marianne, of course, since it was obvious that she would react very negatively to seeing Jan's breasts exposed. However, we agreed that she wasn't being harmed in any way since having her husband ogling Jan's body had no negative consequences and that he certainly would enjoy it. That sounds like rationalization to permit doing what she wanted to do, but it really was true. We had decided that my role in the operation was to find a way to distract Marianne's attention so that Jan could perform without risk. So, when the four of us were out of the Jacuzzi and Jan was putting her robe on as Marianne and I dried off, I waited for the right time. Jan was beside Bryan with her back to us as she adjusted her robe over her still damp body. Marianne, as usual, was busily talking, looking toward Bryan and Jan as she used her towel. My eyes were on Jan alone, and when I saw straighten up and sort of nod her head, a signal we had planned, I asked Marianne, "Which of these robes is yours? This is mine, but I can't tell which of the others is yours." That sounds like a rather weak diversion, but I usually took hers off of the hook and held it for her when she was ready. This time, however, we had taken one of Joan's, our daughter's, robes, very similar terry cloth, and put it on a hook, thus creating my "confusion." Weak or not, the strategy worked perfectly as Marianne turned toward me, her back to Bryan as Jan put on a show. I was beside Marianne with my back turned from them as I helped Marianne select her robe. That didn't take long, of course, but long enough. Marianne picked out her robe and I helped her into it as we turned back and resumed the conversation. Jan's robe was decorously closed and she had an innocent but pleased smile on her face. It would be hard to describe Bryan's expression - he really hadn't had time to assimilate what had happened and somehow he managed to look startled, both guilty and innocent, while trying to act nonchalant. Fortunately, he was able to assume a neutral, placid countenance before Jan looked at his face. Obviously, our ploy had worked and I was impatient to hear just how successful it had been, but his expression really told me what I needed to know! When we got upstairs, Jan opened her robe to reveal that she was completely naked under it. As the other time, she had managed remove her bra and then to push her pants over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. Kicking them aside, she had given me our pre-arranged signal and, as Marianne turned away, simply held the robe open toward Bryan. It was a quick flash but more fun since she was deliberately exposing herself completely - and even more so because he knew it was no accident. When we finally were finally alone, I eagerly awaited her recounting, particularly her decision to show her cunt hair as well as her tits. "When I got in with my bra in place, I saw the most disappointed expression on his face. Can you believe it - that excited me almost as much as actually showing! It was fun to know for certain that he really wanted to see me. Anyway, you know that when you sit down in the Jacuzzi, you usually leave a little space between you and the other person. This time I sat as close as I could, my hips tight against him and I deliberately ran my leg up and down against his. He obviously took that as an invitation - which it was - and, as soon as the lights were dimmed, began stroking up and down my leg, starting at my knee, each time coming closer to the crotch of suit. He paused when he touched it and went back down. He made that trip several times, presumably to make sure that I didn't object, each time staying longer. "Finally, when Susan and Doug got out, leaving the four of us alone, he pulled my leg up over his and ran his hand right to my crotch and felt my cunt through my suit. Actually, with the heavy crocheted material and the liner, I don't suppose that he really couldn't feel anything but material, but, still, his hand was right between my legs. Damn, that was sexy! One thing was really funny! Every now and then he would pull his hand away and let his arms float on the water - showing that nothing was going on, I guess. Anyway, he kept feeling me like that until we were ready to get out. Oh, I liked it! "When I got my robe on and took off my bra, I felt a real compulsion to go further and just pushed my pants down and off. I can't tell you how hot I was when I turned toward him and held my robe open! I'll swear that his eyes bulged out and I know that his mouth fell open for a second. I know that he saw more than he had imagined and I loved it! Then, of course, I wrapped the robe around me, concealing everything. I felt so smug as I just started talking to Marianne as if nothing had happened - savoir faire, aplomb or whatever! Then, as we were walking through the game room, Bryan squeezed my arm and said 'Wow!' Gods, I'm so hot that my pussy is dripping!" Now, I've never understood exactly what it is that motivates an exhibitionist to do what they do. I've been astounded that a person, particularly a man, gets such excitement out of exposing themselves that they are willing to risk condemnation or even arrest. Of course, a woman rarely risks arrest, but social condemnation certainly is a danger if she is too blatant. In Jan's case, as said before, she had enjoyed a bit of a thrill in the usual mild female exhibitionist manner, but tonight's exposure was of a different level of magnitude as was her reaction. Her cunt actually was dripping - well, at least saturated! My own reaction was peculiar in a way. I actually hadn't seen anything except for that time when I saw her tit out with her loose bra string, and then I was just checking her exposure and blocking Marianne's view. When she opened her robe, I never saw exactly what she was showing because I was always diverting Marianne's attention away from the scene. The idea of my wife doing something with another man had never been a fantasy of mine, although it was interesting to watch the reaction when I knew that someone had seen up her skirt. That was particularly true a couple of times in a shoe store when the clerk got a really good look between her legs. I know that I always enjoyed being in position to watch a woman carelessly opening her legs, so I knew the feeling the clerk, or anyone else, had when she displayed her "charms." Nonetheless, I had never felt any real excitement just because she shown something and only rarely would we ever have any real discussions about what she had done. Actually, there wasn't much to say except to acknowledge that it excited her. Consequently, I was surprised that hearing her recounting of what she had done and seeing her naked under her robe was intensely arousing. It was more a vicarious excitement, joining with her in her increasing level of exhibitionism. It's one thing for her to get out of the car with her legs open or similar relatively limited exposure and another holding a robe open over her naked body directly in front of the startled audience of one. Seeing her so excited had a major impact on me. Partly, too, I felt that I was actually part of what she had done because I had helped her by diverting Marianne's attention. We were a team and I had enjoyed being a co-conspirator! However, in my sample of one, i.e. Jan, it appeared that an exhibitionist is something like a drug user - the smallest amount of exposing herself was sufficient to arouse her at first, but, with repetition, she need more to get that same thrill. As I said before, she had enjoyed the simple pleasures of getting out of a car or trying on shoes with her legs nicely parted. She had jumped from those simple exposures where anonymous men enjoyed the view to showing her breasts to a specific person. Then, surprising herself - and me - she went further and deliberately showed her nude body to that man. It appeared that, like a drug addict, each new "fix" needed to be bigger than the last to have the same impact. However, it seemed that there wasn't anything more to feed her increasing desire for exhibiting herself, except, I guess, making the exposure last longer. That would be difficult since I couldn't keep Marianne's attention away indefinitely. Jacuzzi Ch. 01 Consequently, the next few times that Marianne and Bryan were over we repeated much the same acts, but it became difficult to think of ways to divert Marianne's attention. Actually, it became almost routine. If I could get Marianne to look at me or something else, Jan flashed Bryan by holding her robe open as long as it was safe. If Marianne was stubborn and kept facing Jan and Bryan, nothing could be done and both Jan and Bryan were disappointed. However, a different part of the entertainment was continuing underwater. This was probably the most surprising part of all of this. Yes, Jan's virtual nudity was unexpected, but it was just another step in her developing exhibitionism, from opening her legs to show her panties or cunt to, now, showing everything. On the other hand, permitting Bryan to run his hands over her legs was an experience of a completely different nature. Looking is one thing, touching is much, much more, particularly letting him feel her cunt through that bikini. Obviously, as she said before, the pants were entirely too thick to get any real sense of what her cunt was like, but letting him put his hand right between her legs was a degree of familiarly that no one but me had had since we had started to go together many years ago. Even more surprising, not only was she permitting that fondling and feeling, she was enjoying it and, even, encouraging it. Now, as soon as the lights were dim, she lifted her right leg and placed it over Bryan's knees and sat there with her own legs spread, welcoming his questing fingers. As she said, he had been hesitant, at first, not knowing how far up there he could go, but he quickly realized that he had her permission to explore. With that permission he, as would be expected, wanted more. After the last occasion when they were over and they had left, Jan was talking about how eager Bryan was. "You know, he usually runs his hand from my knee up over my thighs and back down. Once in a while he goes onto my pants and between my legs. Last night he really tried to get under the pants! He ran his fingers along the crease where my leg ends and my pussy starts, which he did last time, but then he tried to work his finger under the edge of the crotch part of my pants. This suit is very well built and fits very closely there and is way too tight to get under. Finally, he just gave up." "Wow, he'd better be careful! Just sitting there quietly feeling your legs causes no problem with the bubbles in the water and the dim light, hiding things, but we don't need other people, particularly Marianne, noticing things." Then came something of a real surprise. "Yeah, we certainly don't want that! As I said, the leg openings on this suit are very tight, so that is no way that he could get in that way. It's hard to believe, but when he was trying to get under my pants between my legs, I got very hot. At that point I was almost ready to reach down and pull the crotch piece over so that he could get in! Actually, it's so tight that I don't think that I could do it anyway. You won't believe this, but I was actually wondering if I could pull my pants down part way, just over my hips, as I got in and under the water, but I don't think that that would work. Anyway, I could never get them back up in a hurry, so that wouldn't be safe." I will admit that I was shocked that she was even thinking of letting him touch her bare cunt by working a finger under the crotch piece of her suit. And she was right - the idea that she had, even for a second, contemplated pulling her pants down underwater so he could actually feel her cunt was beyond belief. This was such a jump from simple exhibitionism that I couldn't fathom it and I just sat there with, I'm sure, an astonished look on my face. Finally, I was able to assemble my faculties and ask, "Do you want to let him feel your cunt?" Undoubtedly, my amazement and disbelief came through in my question and, I'm sure, my expression, leading her to reply, "I know. The idea sort of shocks me too, but if we had been alone or if we were more concealed, I think that I would have just pulled my pants down and let him play with me! I don't understand it, but the idea just turned me on. It's not Bryan, himself. It's just the thought of doing something so wild. I think that if I were sitting beside almost any attractive man that I would have had the same reaction." Then, hesitantly, "How do you feel about all of this? Maybe it was just a moment of...well, madness. Am I getting too wrapped up in this? "Well, yeah, you do seem to be pushing it a bit. Frankly, whether he got his finger under your suit or if he just felt your whole cunt isn't that significant to me. Obviously, if he got a chance to play with your cunt, he would love it. Gods, I'd do the same thing to Susan if I had a chance. The question is you - why do you want something like that? You've done what you really wanted to do, showing your tits and, surprisingly, your cunt. It's a real jump to want to be felt! Showing off is passive, deliberately getting felt is very active!" "Damn it, I don't understand it myself! I've already done more than I ever had imagined. He was running his hand over my inner thighs and it was feeling sexy but all I was doing was wondering if Marianne would keep me from showing off later. He was massaging my pussy through the suit and, unexpectedly, he started trying to work his finger in. For some reason, I had this sudden urge to help him!" "I'll have to say that I find it hard to imagine that you want him to actually feel you, but, then, I couldn't believe that you would take your pants off under your robe and show him your cunt hair - and you certainly did that. Anyway, if you really want to do it, I certainly don't object - if it can be done very safely! Marianne is still right there and you need to be very careful. I don't think that there is any way that you could have your pants down far enough for him to get in without it being obvious that something was going on." "This is utterly ridiculous, but I think that I really want to do this if we can figure a way - and I damn sure don't want to risk Marianne seeing anything. I think that I'll see if I can get another bathing suit that is thinner so I could be felt through it. If I got one in which the pants are a bit too big, they wouldn't fit so tightly and they would be easy to get under. My god, I'm getting excited just thinking about!" "Yeah, it's a good thing that the only time you see him is here in the Jacuzzi! Otherwise, I'd have to hold you back to keep you from being fucked! You're turning into a wild woman!" "Oh yeah, Bryan's just my type! His dynamic personality and scintillating conversation is just what I want. Imagine the pillow talk - the latest news about the new Caterpillar bulldozer, the size bucket on his new back hoe! Actually, he's perfect for something like this, no threat of any kind!" "Yeah, I guess you're right about that! All right, you look for your thin, loose bathing suit and I'll be here as a watchful chaperone to protect your virtue - if you have any left! She looked at me scornfully and said, "My virtue is completely intact - at least physically! I'm going to find myself a nice thin bathing suit. Then that virtue may be bruised just a bit!" She went shopping the next day and several days afterwards, but it just wasn't bathing suit season. Even catalogs didn't help and, in any case, she needed to feel the suit to find out how accessible it was. Oddly enough, the solution came when she least expected it - in the lingerie department of a department store. I was waiting when she came out, with a big smile on her face. "Wait until you see what I bought! I think that it will be perfect for the Jacuzzi. Very respectable but it will do just what I want!" I was puzzling about that because all I could picture coming out of the lingerie department were bras and panties, and, while the pants certainly would be thin enough and quite accessible, they would pretty obviously be panties - not exactly "respectable." Maybe if they were really dark and opaque? I'll admit that I was eager to see what she had. To my considerable surprise, she came out wearing a plain black one-piece suit. It fit quite smoothly, but it hardly was sexy and not at all what I expected. Actually, it wasn't particularly flattering since it had no built-in bra like a regular suit and it flattened her breasts into shapeless mounds. "Well, that certainly is not what I thought you would come up with! Very modest, but I didn't think that modesty was the plan! You can't even show your tits in that with straps over your shoulders." "Do you remember the sheer, black bodysuit I had to wear under that sheath dress I wore at New Year's last year? Well, this is the same thing except that it is not sheer. The material is very stretchy and these spaghetti straps are easy to get down." She showed what she meant by pulling, first one and then the other, down off of her arms, leaving both breasts bare. "It's not as easy as simply unfastening a bra, but it works as long as I have time. However, I don't think that you remember a very important part of a bodysuit. You don't want to have to completely undress to go to the bathroom, so the crotch comes undone!" At that point, she reached down to the suit bottom and, with a slight ripping sound, pulled a flap away, exposing her entire cunt area. "See, if I'm sitting in the Jacuzzi, all I have to do underwater is pull the Velcro fastening open, and my pussy is ready to be felt! When I'm ready to get out, all I have to do is pull the flap into place. The other bodysuit had metal snaps which would be harder to open and much harder to close, but this is easy!" "Well, I'll be damned. I never saw anything when you were standing there. The Velcro is completely hidden. If you want to have Bryan feel your cunt, that suit certainly makes it easy! People probably will wonder why you bought such a conservative bathing suit - modesty, your name is hardly Jan. So, underwater, you can be as wild as you want, but showing your tits will be harder." "Yeah, I may not be able to get the straps down unless we can think of a way to take Marianne away, but, look; the material is stretchy enough that I can just pull it down below either one or maybe both tits. This is going to be fun!" "You really are taking exhibitionism beyond anything we had thought of, touching as well as seeing, but if that will get you hot, go for it. Actually, I doubt that you will be able to do and real exhibiting unless we can get Marianne completely out of the way. You have enough trouble getting your top, much less your pants, off and showing your tits now because she is right there and finding ways to keeping her from looking in your direction is getting a bit difficult. You'll probably have to trade showing yourself for letting him feel you under the water. I don't think that you can do both. I don't see any way that you'll be able to get your arms out of those straps safely. We'll just have to be very careful - particularly you making sure that your cunt-cover back in place before you get out!" "You may be right, darn it. Maybe you can think of some way to get Marianne out of the way for a few minutes. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how it goes. For now, I think that we had better get in the Jacuzzi and let me practice opening and closing - well I prefer calling it a "pussy-cover." It sounds nicer! We did as she suggested, practicing in the Jacuzzi. There was no major problem for the Velcro grabbed quite firmly under the water and, if she was reasonable careful, the cunt - or pussy - cover looked the same after as before. She did have to be careful that the two halves of the Velcro actually were in firm contact with each other so that they stayed together. We found that out on about the third time she got out of the Jacuzzi when, suddenly, she was completely exposed between her legs as the cover fell away. It happened as she stretched to get out of the Jacuzzi. She was standing on the seat, but, as usual, she got hung up as one leg was in the Jacuzzi, the other on the deck - the spot where she needed someone to give her a boost from behind. Spreading her legs that widely was just too much for the Velcro to hold and it just gave way. I couldn't believe how exposed she was. It looked like a graphic picture of an open cunt that could be used to demonstrate the female sex organs! The lips were pulled open, displaying the opening going up into her body. She obviously was aroused by the erotic preparation to have Bryan feel her, so even the inter-lips were drawn back exposing the red hole of her vaginal tunnel. I had laid my phone on the deck and I quickly grabbed it and took a photo that demonstrated the condition she was in. She managed to pull her leg back in and took the phone from me. She looked at the photo and burst out, "Good god, you can see everything! This isn't going to work! Damn, I thought that this Velcro was plenty strong enough that it would hold. It was fine the other times - what went wrong?" "I don't know what went wrong, but Marianne would die of a heart attack. Damn it, I might too! I told you that I can see up to your tonsils!" "And I told you that I don't have any tonsils." "Well, if you did, I'd see them. You're right, though. We darn sure can't risk having Marianne see you like that. Boy, would Bryan like that view!" "That is quite a picture. You know, I've looked at my pussy in a mirror, with my legs open, of course, but I certainly have never seen anything like this. Gods, I've wondered what I look like with my legs in those stirrups in the doctor's office, but I doubt that even that view would match this. Oh, I thought that this suit would be perfect. I guess it's 'back to the drawing board.'" "Let me see before you give up." She moved over in front of me, standing on the seat so that I could look closely at the cunt-cover. I took the crotch material and carefully aligned the two halves of the Velcro and put them together. They connected immediately and seemed to be quite firm. "Try it again, Jan, and see if it holds." She turned and stretched her leg up over the Jacuzzi rim, really putting as much strain on the Velcro seal as she could, and it held firm. She sat down in the water and pulled the cover open and resealed it, being very careful about the contact. It worked time after time, making the failure seem like a one-time fluke. Then there was another failure! "Damn it all, what caused that? It works all those times and, suddenly, it doesn't! I did exactly the same thing every time!" "I think that you did something different. Let me see again." Once again, she stood there while I checked the Velcro connection. This time when I aligned the two joining seams, I overlapped them only about half way. "Now try it." This time, as she moved her leg onto the deck, the connection held - but barely. I could see it straining. I had her sit down in the water and then make the same stretching motion. This time the cover fell away, completely exposing her cunt again. "Ok, that's the problem. When you don't get the Velcro of the crotch cover all the way up to the top of the Velcro on the suit, it works fine until you put a real strain on it. Obviously, you won't be able to see that the two pieces are completely together, so you'll have to do it by feel. Try it." She sat down under the water, pulled the Velcro apart and felt for the part on the suit. She brought the other part up and felt the point of the alignment and made the connection. After experimenting a number of times and, later, looking at the seam in the mirror upstairs, Jan was able to make the proper joining every time if she paid attention - and, with Marianne sitting right there, she certainly would do so. Frankly, the whole thing sounded a bit bizarre - practicing so she could get her cunt felt and, then, have it carefully hidden afterwards. I don't know how many times she went through that procedure of stretching her leg over the rim and placing strain on the Velcro closure, but it was a lot! However, I don't want to give the impression that this planning and testing was a major focus of our lives. All the Velcro-checking took place in our regular use of the Jacuzzi, not some special "training" sessions. It was fun to talk about it, particularly in bed since it really aroused Jan, but it certainly did not dominate our conversations. It was just a fun thing to play with, to speculate on. Still, as I said before, the whole idea was a quantum jump from just showing her breasts to deliberately engaging in what would be a ...well... I guess..."minor" sexual act. If someone groped her during a party, in the pool or Jacuzzi or wherever, it would just be something in passing - maybe enjoyable, maybe embarrassing or perhaps infuriating, but it would be a solitary (probably) incident over and done with. This was different. We had coolly planned her exhibitionist fun, but scheming to have intimate, physical contact was something that never would have crossed either of our minds a few months ago. Now the scheme was to be made reality and I couldn't help but wonder what would come next. Jacuzzi Ch. 02 This is the second part of a three-part story. Although this story can stand alone, it is much better when read following the original, Jacuzzi 1 Hi, I'm Marty. You have read my husband's account of a near marriage-busting event that occurred after we had been married just two years. In reality, the events chronicled here happened over twenty years ago. Al and I both have been reading stories in 'Literotica' for several years. One night about a month ago Al said to me. "Honey we ought to write about our Jacuzzi night with Neil and Pam. It is real and it's as good, or better, than a lot of the stories we have been reading." When he suggested it, I cringed. I was not at all sure that I wanted to relive that segment of our lives. "However, he persisted and I finally caved in. We agreed that we would each write our own version and would only consult where there was a major point in fact that we needed to discuss for accuracy. Once our stories were written we would corroborate to produce a finished product. Oh, yes! We elected to write the stories as though the events had just recently happened. * * * * * * Al, my husband, had met Neil and Pam while in graduate school, a couple years before he and I met and married. Neil was able to get Al a job in Denver with him and we moved there about two years after our marriage. I met them for the first time when we moved to Denver a few months ago. They were as wonderful as Al had described them. I guess I can say that I really liked them before I ever met them. They helped us as we moved in and since they were building a new home in the mountains we spent a lot of time with them. They helped us and we helped them. They moved into their new home one week and we had an invitation to come the following Saturday for dinner, initiate the Jacuzzi, and spend the night. There was no hesitation in accepting the invitation. In the middle of the week, prior to our visit, I received a call from Pam suggesting that I wear a bikini for the Jacuzzi initiation. I thought the request was a little strange but I didn't think much about it and let it drop. That is, I dropped it until Al and I were talking after dinner the night before we went and he told me that Neil had suggested that he wear a thong-style bathing suit. I then told him of Pam's call. We discussed the requests, agreed that they were funny and moved on to other topics. As we were ready to leave the table, Al returned to the swimwear issue and told me he had been thinking about it some more. Then he told me that he had been getting a feeling recently, from things Neil had said, that perhaps he and Pam were beginning to mess around with swinging. That stopped me. Although I didn't know them that well, there had certainly been nothing in my experience to suggest they were swingers. I told Al he must be hallucinating. He acknowledged that maybe he was but that I should just be aware; it was 'Just a heads up warning.' On Saturday, following some after dinner cocktails, Neil suggested it was time to initiate the Jacuzzi. It was a beautiful early spring evening. It was cold enough that Neil had a fire in the fireplace and with the cocktails. I was feeling very mellow by the time we went to change. I'll admit that I was feeling very self-conscious as I donned the bikini. Actually, I had never worn a bikini before but Al was well pleased with my appearance. He finally chased the anxiety away and had us almost splitting our sides when he said, "Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm the one who will be embarrassed when we go out following my hard direction finder." My sides hurt before I quit laughing but it was true that he was sporting something of a hard on. I shouldn't have said it, but I did when I blurted out, "Is that because of me or because you are anticipating seeing Pam?" Inside I really kicked myself for letting that pop out. I'm afraid it may have given a wrong signal. The Jacuzzi is in a beautiful, completely private, glassed-in sun porch. When we met, I couldn't help but notice that even though Neil is almost ten years older than Al, he was in wonderful shape. Wearing a thong, I could tell that he was well equipped in the male department. I had never analyzed Neil before and I was impressed with what I saw. Pam was no Mother Hubbard either. I hope I can look as good as she does when I am her age. With my analysis completed, my thought immediately jumped to wondering how much analysis Al had, or was doing regarding our hosts. After pouring new drinks we all submerged into the warm, circulating water of the Jacuzzi. We sipped our drinks and chatted for a while when, to my surprise, Neil stated that a Jacuzzi could only be properly initiated by people wearing "birthday suits." I didn't know how to respond. I looked at Al and he winked at me. He was apparently ok with getting naked. As I looked into the water it was obvious that with the turbulence, you could see practically nothing below the surface. We all wriggled out of out suits and I found that there was really nothing to see. It took a moment and then I began to feel ok with being nude with anyone other than Al. In fact, I was beginning to feel a little naughty and excited at the thoughts of us all being naked. The chat resumed as we continued to sip our drinks. I did see Pam rise up once to where the top of her nipple was just visible. I know Al didn't see it since he was looking at me. Pam caught me completely off guard when she called over and asked if I would mind if she gave Al a kiss. With the surprise, I made a small, involuntary shrug which I am sure she took as an affirmative reply and before I could say anything she slid nearer to Al and kissed him. It wasn't a big erotic kiss but it was not a peck on the cheek by any means. I think I saw tongues touch. The next thing I hear is Neil stating that turn-about is fair play. He pulled me to him and gave me a very hot wet kiss. I was surprised and without thinking, I returned the kiss and met his tongue. I felt somewhat dizzy and couldn't bring myself to break the kiss. Then I realized that his hand had momentarily cupped my breast. I hadn't been kissed like this by another man since before Al. I know I should have stopped him but to be very truthful, I was enjoying the naughty aspect of what we were doing with our spouses only an arm's length away. We broke the kiss and I slid back to Al. We grabbed each other and exchanged a very passionate kiss complete with tongue action. Before we broke, I reached down and found that Al was pretty much aroused. I gave him a smile and I know I shocked him because I have never acted this way before when we were not alone. I just wanted to reassure him that I was his and mostly to reassure myself that he was mine. Now I was beginning to feel somewhat aroused myself. Very shortly, Pam announced, she didn't ask, that she would like a second helping kiss. She moved to Al and they were immediately engaged in a very hot, tongue-exploring kiss. Before anything could register with me, Neil had pulled me to him and his tongue was exploring mine. With this turn of events, some of my inhibitions seemed to evaporate and I found myself enjoying his attention. His right hand was now massaging my breast and I was doing nothing to stop it. In fact, I put my hand over his and held him to my right breast momentarily. Everything began to happen at once now. Al had moved so that he could look over Pam's shoulder and gave me the raised eyebrow. I was enjoying what was happening and I gave him an ok wink. As I was giving the wink, Neil's left hand went around my back and came to rest on my left breast and began massaging it. It felt wonderful and I could see no reason to stop. I don't know what came over me but as I started to see if Al was ok, Neil took my right hand and directed it down to his cock just as I was giving Al a raised eyebrow. I did nothing to stop Neil and, in fact, I felt my fingers curl around his manhood. As Al returned a raised eyebrow, I felt Neil's hand push between my thighs. Not only did I not offer any resistance, but I raised my left leg a little, and his finger was quickly into me as I was giving Al two winks. This was very exotic and I wasn't ready to stop. By now I had lost all semblance of rational thinking. Neil's hands were raising my sexual thermometer and I was thoroughly enjoying the feelings. Having but one experience with a man before Al, what was happening was just too wonderful to let myself consider ending it. I had suddenly become one hot mama. Neil broke the kiss and then asked if everyone was comfortable and ok; to which Pam and I gave a positive response. I don't know if Al responded before Neil stood. My hand slipped off his cock as he stood, and he pulled me up. He picked up some towels, and led me to the sliding doors. Again, I was offering absolutely no resistance. Although I hadn't admitted it, I was his to have. At the doors we stopped and dried ourselves off while assisting each other with lots of body contact. Neil's cock was standing straight out. I had felt it, and now I could see, that it was not as thick as Al's but it was at least an inch or two longer. I don't know what had come over me but now I was internally drooling over the prospects of having that long sausage in me. Without giving it any further thought I went to the master bedroom with him. Once inside he took me in a tender embrace as we swapped tongues for a moment. Then he asked me, "Do you do oral?" I told him that Al and I did. He then lay down on the bed on his back and drew me down on top of him in a sixty-nine position. I didn't need to be told what to do. I reached out, took his cock and guided it to my lips. By now, I was in another world and consumed with lust, I began to suck him while he ate my pussy. With his cock being smaller in diameter, I found it very comfortable to deep throat him and I found myself able to take his entire cock, something I could barely do with Al. In a couple of minutes, Neil announced he was about to cum. I didn't answer but continued to take his cock deep in my throat until he shot his sperm. This caused me to choke some but it also brought me to a thundering climax. I can't remember being so fired up since my first few months with Al. As I rolled off Neil and moved around to face him it occurred to me that I had referred to Al again. But at the moment, I felt like Al belonged to another world. Neil gathered me in his arms and asked if I was ok. I told him I sure was as I reached for his now limp cock. After a prolonged kiss, his lips went to my breast and his hand went between my legs. He rubbed my mound and slipped one; and then two fingers into my moist love tunnel. I was on another high as I felt his cock respond and start to stiffen. I was anticipating having his cock in me and trying to imagine how it was going to feel. One of the things I was appreciating was his tender and gentle manner. He was nothing like my first experience or like the experiences I had heard some women relate, experiences that were sexually fulfilling but not particularly enjoyable. Neil's approach to sex was very much like Al's, and I loved it. With his cock now rock hard, Neil asked if I was ready. I replied, "Oh, yes Neil. I've been waiting for this. I want all of you." I couldn't believe that I had said that. But, yes, I was ready for him. He moved between my legs and started to lower himself as I guided his shaft into my now throbbing pussy. He gently worked his way in and then I suddenly became aware of his cock reaching where I had never been touched before. In a flash I was having my first orgasm as his cock made its full penetration. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to keep him buried in me as deeply as possible. Next I heard myself say things like, "Oh, God, you're wonderful. Please let me have it all. You feel so good, fuck me hard." I was soaring in sexual bliss. As a hard orgasm built, I found myself with my feet on the bed, rising hard to meet each thrust. When he announced that he was about ready, I moaned in his ear, "Oh, yes. Fill me up, I want it all. I want to feel your juices in me." Don't stop." I felt him tense up and he started to pump his sperm into me. That triggered a massive organism. With us both spent, we lay in each other's arms. Neil had taken me to new heights and he had done it so gently, yet very manly. We lay there caressing and Neil was telling me how wonderful this had been to him. I let him know that it had been wonderful for me too. He finally rolled away from me and said we should get back to the Jacuzzi. I was disappointed and didn't want to go. By now, I had concluded that we would be together for the rest of the night. I wasn't ready for this pleasure to be over. However, I could see that he was serious about going. He gave me his hand to help me from the bed and then got two robes from the closet, handing me one. Hand-in-hand we headed for the sun porch. I could feel his juices running down my leg, but I didn't mind. We were happily talking as we approached the sun room. I was so happy that I was doing a slight skip. But, when we got to the sliding doors, my euphoric dream world, in which I had presently been living, was completely ripped away. My eyes focused on Al and Marty, naked and curled up together on the big chaise lounge. My husband was lying with another woman completely naked. I gasped as I was suddenly ripped from the dream and confronted with the reality of what had happened. I have fucked another man and it is evident that my husband has fucked another woman. A dark cloud of fear enveloped me as I began to realize the possible consequences of the past two hours. I pulled my hand from Neil's and ran toward Al who was beginning to raise himself from the chaise. Tears were starting as I reached him and in a very small voice fraught with fear I said, "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. "I didn't mean to..." but he cut me off assuring me that everything would be ok. Marty recognized our need to be alone and taking Neil by the hand she led him off telling us to come to the kitchen for dessert when we were ready. I couldn't control myself and went into almost hysterical cries of agony. Through the tears I asked Al the question that I knew the answer to, did he have sex with Marty? He had, more than once. What had I done? Why had I allowed this to happen? Why hadn't I stopped things while we were in the Jacuzzi? Was this the beginning of the end for our marriage? It was all questions and no answers. As the initial shock subsided, Al and I talked and he assured me that he loved me and that all was well. It troubled me that I couldn't discern whether he was being honest with me or if he was just trying to comfort me for now. I felt terrible and Al made it worse when he reminded me that Neil and Marty were our friends. He further reasoned that we had gone this far and that we should probably just go along with things for the rest of our stay. I asked if we should go home now. He responded that we would probably hurt their feelings if we did. Now I rally felt bad. I felt like he was gently trying to tell me that he wanted to fuck Marty some more. I finally pulled myself back together, he put on one of the terry cloth robes they had left for us, and holding Al's arm went to the kitchen for dessert. The guilt was overwhelming and I found it difficult to look anyone in the eye as we had dessert and talked for a while. Neil and Marty made it very clear that they had completely enjoyed the evening and hoped that we had enjoyed it too. Every time they would mention the evening, I had to fight back tears of shame and remorse, and yes, abject terror over what the future might hold. Presently Neil uttered the word I was dreading when he suggested that we could all use some sleep. You can't imagine my relief when he took Marty by the hand, wished us good night, and headed for their bedroom. In bed we talked about the evening for a long while. Then I had the urgent need to express my love to him by having sex. We had quiet, tender, loving sex and I went to sleep, still troubled, but much happier. It was shortly after eight when I was awakened by Pam gently shaking my shoulder. In a very quiet voice she said, "Why don't you let me get Al up and moving and you go get Neil into operation. I was in despair. I didn't want her to have my man again. But I remembered our conversation from last night and agreed to go along with things while we were here. I very reluctantly slid out of bed and headed out of the bedroom. At the door I watched as Marty dropped her robe and crawled into bed with my Al. As I walked down the hall I found myself dealing with a mixture of emotions again. I was crushed by the visions of Marty being with Al. But was also remembering how great Neil had felt in me last night. I bit my lip and moved on with the hand of cards that had been dealt. Then I thought, 'The hand I have been dealt isn't really so bad." Reaching his room I quickly dropped my robe as I approached the bed, but to my surprise he was not in the bed. Suddenly his arms wrapped around me from behind. I could feel his shaft pressing against me and that nice warm glow from last night started to return. After kissing and embracing, Neil led me to the desk where he pulled out the straight-backed chair and sat down. He said that this was one of his favorite positions as he had me face him, straddle his legs, and lower myself onto his cock. It was truly wonderful. His cock penetrated completely, he could massage my breast, and I could lean down and kiss him. Al and I had never done, even thought of this. I was experiencing maximum contact and it didn't take long for me to have a very healthy climax. Shortly, Neil filled me for the second time in the last twelve hours. It felt so good and I wanted to cry for joy. We had barely finished when Pam taped on the door and called, "Breakfast in 30 minutes." Then she entered their bathroom through the doorway in the hall. I put my robe on and returned to our bedroom. I broke into tears the moment I saw Al. I knew that I couldn't take mush more of this. To be in a state of sexual euphoria one moment and then fall into a state of abject fear, remorse, and recrimination the next was tearing me apart. The fact that we had broken our marriage vows hurt. It was only slightly ameliorated knowing that we had not had an affair, that is, we hadn't done it behind our partners back. I was mostly afraid that I was going to lose Al; that he would find sex with another partner to be desirable and he would want to continue. Oh, yes, I had completely enjoyed sex with Neil, but I was afraid of where this might lead. How soon would I want to try other companions? The questions were spinning in my head and I was falling deeper and deeper into despair. Al talked and soothed me for a long while and I finally was able to pull myself together. We were twenty minutes late getting to breakfast. During breakfast all I wanted was to eat, if I could, pack our things and go home. I needed to put the pieces back together, if it would be possible. It was crushing knowing that some of what had been broken could never be restored to its original. I could only pray that the damage was not completely irreparable. * * * * * * This is Al again. As Marty has said, our stories are over twenty years old so you can guess that we pulled things out of the fire. The part of the story that follows was originally the end of my story. Marty asked me to remove the part that follows and add it to the end of hers. That's why my story seemed to end rather abruptly. This is the only significant change made to our stories. * * * * * * After breakfast, we packed and the four of us sat in the living room and talked for over an hour. The events of last night and this morning were acknowledged but not dwelt upon. As we prepared to leave, we thanked them for the exciting weekend. They told us that there were other friends that they would love for us to come and meet soon. They were sure we would like them and we could have some wonderful times together. Jacuzzi Ch. 02 About two weeks after those trial runs finally convinced Jan that she could safely wear her new "suit," the speculation ended and reality appeared. There were only six of us this time, including Susan and Doug Chambers as well as Marianne and Bryan. Jan came down wearing her new, conservative one-piece black suit. No one noticed anything unusual about the suit and, surprisingly, neither Marianne nor Susan made any comment - possibly because, as I said before, it did nothing for her figure. I'm sure that Bryan, and maybe Doug, liked her much more revealing bikini. Bryan, however, was in for a real surprise! Of course, I could see nothing under the water, particularly with the lights dimmed, so I sat there with the others engaged in an inconsequential conversation while wondering if anything was going on between Jan and Bryan. It was, obviously, just a group of friends sitting in the hot, bubbling water having an innocent and convivial evening together. There was kidding and bantering with no hint of any nefarious activities happening under the surface. After a time, Susan and Doug got out and left, leaving the four of us relaxing in the water. Everything seemed to continue as always until Jan finally said that she was getting waterlogged and stood up ready to get out. She stepped up onto the seat as always and stretched her leg over and ended up straddling the rim, and, as usual, was stuck there. Bryan, as he often did, reached up and boosted her over, this time with his hand on her hip, but this time I thought that he actually touched her crotch. Regardless of that, I was much relieved to see that the cunt cover was firmly in place. In fact, it looked so in place that I wondered if it had been open at all! We dried off and put on our robes, but it was obvious that Jan hadn't been able to do anything with the top of her suit because she hadn't even closed her robe since she had nothing to hide. It goes without saying that I was burning with curiosity about what had happened and, as I joined Jan in the bedroom after closing down the Jacuzzi, I blurted out, "Well, did you do anything? I couldn't tell a thing while we were in the water!" She had that usual "cat who ate the canary" smile on her face as she replied, "I had my pussy felt if that's what you mean! I was open the entire time!" At that moment we heard Marianne and Bryan coming up and she hurried out to meet them. I had the most peculiar reaction - more, I really didn't react strongly at all. I would have expected to be wildly excited, that my cock would spring into an erection, but all I really felt was a strong desire to hear the details. Actually, of course, I hadn't seen anything to excite me and I hadn't been directly involved in whatever happened. I certainly had no negative feelings, no jealousy or regret. I guess that I was in a sort of holding pattern as I waited for those details. After another of those interminable exit conversations with Marianne, we finally were alone and the missing excitement appeared. She stripped off her caftan, her face animated and alight with exhilaration as she hugged me. "Gods, I actually did it! I almost chickened out, but I didn't!" Her enthusiasm and fervor were contagious and I felt my suspended ardor return. We lay down on the bed, both naked, side by side. She was lightly stroking my cock, now hard in anticipation of hearing her recounting of her erotic actions. "I really was scared when I came down to the Jacuzzi and I almost decided to put off doing anything. I don't know why, but all this time I've been fantasizing about letting him feel me, having fun with the fantasy, but suddenly it was real! A married woman, over 40 with two kids in college, planning to let another man feel her bare pussy! I had shown myself to him, but I didn't think that I could take that next step. I was embarrassed when I took my robe off and stood there in front of Marianne and Susan in what really was underwear and I was afraid that they would know. Things are so easy when you're fantasizing, but reality is scary. "In any case, I got in and sat down beside Bryan, but not as close as before. I really was uptight. I don't know what he was thinking, but he clearly was less aggressive than the last couple of times so maybe I was giving off bad vibes - I don't know. Still, when you dimmed the lights he began to run his hands up and down my legs, from my knees, up my thighs and within an inch of the crotch of my suit. He actually touched it a couple of times, but he didn't feel it the way he had done with the thick bikini pants. I think that I was subconsciously waiting for him to feel me through the thin material of my bodysuit before I opened it, but he didn't. That's all we did until Susan and Doug left. "I don't know what happened then that was different - it had nothing to do with Susan and Doug - but, from somewhere, my confidence returned and I thought, 'This is stupid! I've been thinking about this for weeks and I'm damn sure not going to chicken out now!' So, as they left and you dimmed the lights, I reached down between my legs and pulled the Velcro fastener open, completely exposing my pussy. I was still a bit scared about what I was doing but, gods, was I hot! "Bryan's hand came back up and I thought that he would touch my pussy hair, but he stopped before reaching it. He went back down my leg to the knee, and as he started back up, I got my nerve up and put my hand over his and moved with him. As he reached the place where he had stopped before, I slightly pulled higher toward my pussy. The movement was just enough for him to touch the hair and he immediately realized that my pussy was bare and that I was signaling that it was ok him to feel it. Needless to say, he took advantage of the offer and began to explore it, running his fingers over the hair and lips and inserting a finger into me. He was able to get his finger well into me and actually began to finger fuck me. I can hardly believe it, but I spread my legs and moved against his hand, permitting myself to get excited by the manipulation. I didn't quite have an orgasm, but it was close. "It was weird. I was sitting there, my legs open and Bryan really working on me, and I had to continue acting as if nothing was happening - continuing a normal conversation in a normal voice! Finally, I thought that it had gone on long enough and I reached down and pulled his hand away and carefully refastened the Velcro. I discovered a problem that we hadn't considered. "As I sat there with it open and with Bryan's hand working on me, the rear of the suit had pulled up, and I had to raise up and reach back between my legs to get hold of it! I almost panicked as I tried to get it and to locate the Velcro strip on it. Once I got it, I was very careful, very, very careful to connect the two. Obviously, it worked perfectly. However, the suit is extremely stretchy and I think that it would pull up to my waist if the crotch piece wasn't fastened. I'm going to have to be careful about that, too. "Regardless of all that," she continued gleefully, "I did it! I actually got in the water, opened the Velcro and had my cunt...oops...pussy felt!" "Honey, when you've done something like this, it's a cunt!" "You know, maybe you're right. Somehow saying that he 'felt my cunt' sounds more erotic! Whatever, I did it!" All the time that she was talking, she was stroking up and down my cock as I felt and squeezed her tits. Hearing her describe her experience, her voice almost quivering with excitement, had a profound impact on me. I hadn't been part of her sexual encounter, but I participated in it vicariously as she recounted it. The idea that another man had had his hand between her legs on her bare cunt and, even, had briefly finger-fucked her, was extraordinarily erotic, but it was her enthusiasm and intense exhilaration that aroused me the most. Regardless of the cause, the stroking or the vicarious thrill, I was overwhelmed by lust and, before any further discussion, I was driven by that arousal to mount and enter her. She was more than ready and a violent bout of uncontrolled fucking took place. She was open and very wet - the most that I had felt in years - and we practically broke the bed in our passion. I think that she erupted in orgasm as soon as I was in her, an orgasm that seemed to continue as I screwed her. I don't think that she had ever writhed and thrashed against me so vigorously and my own climax was as explosive as I can remember. Whatever the precise motivation, our first sexual intercourse after her first, really minor, extramarital experience was an astounding success! When that first burst of sexual passion was exhausted, we were able to relax somewhat and discuss, in a more relaxed way, how things had gone. "I still can't believe how hot I got when Bryan began fingering my pussy! I thought that it would be sexy and exciting but no more than the fun of showing myself. I was really excited by letting him see my tits and pussy, but this was a whole new level. Of course, this was the first time that anyone but you had touched me like that so I suppose that it's not surprising in a way. Still, I didn't expect to react so vigorously." "I assume that you want to do it again." "Gods, yes! And I'd like him to feel my tits, too! "You really are turned on! Your cunt and your tits! Well, everything turned out ok this time since nothing could be seen under the water and you were able to close the cunt-cover. I wonder if Bryan got as much out of it as you did. I'll bet that he had a very hard cock!" Laughing, I continued, "I'll bet that Marianne has a hot husband on her hands about now! I have a hard time picturing her sexually excited, but who knows - maybe they're doing the same thing we just did! However, I don't think that he'll tell her what happened under the water! Man, wouldn't that blow her mind?" "Don't even think about it! The only thing that I didn't like was not being able to get my tits out. I certainly didn't have an opportunity to safely get my straps off of my shoulders or, even, try to get the top pulled down over them. The material is stretchy enough, but I didn't even have time for that. I decided that best way this time was to innocently let her see my suit properly in place by not closing my robe." "That was a good idea - looking innocent after letting her husband play with your cunt had to be a good idea!" "Yeah. But, I really want to get my top down if we can figure a way to keep her from seeing. And, as I said, I want to have my bare tits felt - I don't know why that has such an appeal when we've already done more than I would ever have conceived of, but it does. Oh, my god, I still can hardly believe that I actually have had my pussy played with!" By that time she was lying there, her fingers flicking her clit, and clearly ready for more serious sex. As might be expected, my cock certainly was ready for more, and shortly, we, again, were engaged in vigorous intercourse, i.e. fucking. As would be expected, that night's activities continued to be a major subject of our conversations as well as a generator of sexual excitement in bed. There was a lot of reminiscing on Jan's part, recalling how everything had gone down and how it had felt. The idea of having her tits felt continued as a goal with the only question being how she could do it. As said before, this was a long way from her innocent exhibitionism of the past. However, when I asked her if she fantasied about going further - real sex - with Bryan, she was adamant that the idea repelled her. "I'm loving this experience but, to tell the truth, I really don't know why. I think that it's just an extension of my enjoyment of showing off. I always liked the impersonal exposure, not knowing anyone who was watching and the idea of doing anything with a watcher never even crossed my mind. Showing my tits in the Jacuzzi excited me, but I have no idea of why or how the idea of being touched crept in. The idea of being felt and fondled has never been a fantasy of mine and I don't even know why it excites me now. If I were going to fantasize about that, I would choose some Hollywood sex symbol, not someone like Bryan. I like him as a casual friend and them as a couple, but his principle asset in this is that he's available and interested! "God, that sounds bad but it's the truth. I'm certainly not doing this because I feel any sexual attraction to him. It is fun interacting with him, seeing his eyes light up when I show something, both of us shrugging our shoulders that time when nothing happened - you know what I mean. I do like the sharing of a secret with him, the feeling that we're doing something surreptitious and improper and no one knows but us. That's fun. Do I fantasize about doing anything more with him - are you kidding? One of the things that makes this fun is that it has no chance of causing any problems as long as I'm careful. You don't mind, Marianne doesn't know and there is no mental or physical attraction involved - at least on my part. It happens only in the Jacuzzi, or that area, with Marianne and you right there, so nothing of greater magnitude can occur. Otherwise, I assure you, he wouldn't be touching me at all! The next two visits a routine developed. When we were all settled in the water, I would dim the lights and, with Jan's assistance, Bryan would lift her right leg up over his, opening her cunt area for fondling. She would pull the Velcro flap open and sit back, talking to everyone while Brian felt her thighs and finger-fucked her cunt. She really enjoyed the sexual aspects of their actions, but she was almost as aroused by the fact that she was sitting there, surrounded by friends, talking innocuously, while surreptitiously engaging in conduct that would have shocked them all. It was much like the feeling she had when she "innocently" exposed herself to strangers - the opposite of exhibitionism in a way, but the same sexual stimulation. Each time one of the couples prepared to leave and the lights went up, she put her leg down, feeling excitement from sitting there with, in effect, no pants on under the bubbly water. Finally, when only the four of us were left, she was able to open her legs even wider and just let Bryan play with her. She was getting the relatively innocent sexual enjoyment that excited her with no one being hurt. She admitted still having a slight regret that she was deceiving her friend Marianne, but it wasn't as if she were engaged in an affair that would hurt her. The only real problems were two. First, sitting there with the cunt-cover loose, the elastic in the suit wasn't held in place and it worked up above her pubic hair in front and over her buttocks in back. She enjoyed the feeling of being really exposed under the water, but it caused a real struggle in pulling everything into place so that she could refasten the crotch piece. She was able to do it, but the suit seemed to want to get out of the way. The second problem was her inability to do anything once she was out of the water. Her exhibitionist desires were thwarted by having her tits hidden. Being worked on under the water was very nice, but, for her, it was even more fun to be partly or, better, completely, exposed in the light. This problem was solved in a surprising way. I have a collection of phalaenopsis orchids (moth orchids), which have beautiful, long-lasting flowers (and are easy to grow), which I keep in a room with no direct sunlight - a requirement. The room is on the other side of the rec room and the door is always kept closed when we have visitors because, frankly, it's far from the neatest room in the house. In a casual conversation with Lois Jastim, who also grows them, I mentioned that I might be getting a new flower. Marianne was interested and we talked a bit about the plants and said that she would like to see them. I quickly recognized an opportunity and, when we got out and had our robes on, I asked her if she wanted to see the flowers. She immediately said yes and we headed to the "plant room," as we called it, leaving Jan and Bryan still drying off. We looked at the plants with particular attention to the new shoot that, I hoped, would become a stalk with new flowers. Four or five minutes later, we were joined by the other two, Jan with a very satisfied look on her face. I went back and closed the Jacuzzi and hurried upstairs to see how things had gone. She was still in her robe, and, as I came into the bedroom, she said, "Look!" She spread the robe open, revealing that her suit was nothing more than a band around her waist. Both breasts were bare and her nipples stood up, erect and red. Below the waist she was naked, her triangle of hair puffy and curly. "He saw and felt everything! God, I'm excited!" She quickly pulled her robe and suit off, put on her caftan and hurried out to meet Bryan and Marianne as they came up, leaving me with a hard cock in anticipation of a vicarious enjoyment of her experience when we were alone again. When they were gone I asked the obvious question, "Well, how did that go?" Actually, I knew the answer already from the ecstatic look on her face. "Oh, honey, it was perfect - just what I wanted. No danger of it going too far with you and Marianne right there but no real limits on what I wanted to do. I hadn't even put my robe on before you left, so I just pulled the straps of the suit down my arms and stood there for a moment, naked on top, letting him see me. I didn't know how long you would be gone, so I quickly put the robe on but didn't close it. He immediately came over and began feeling my tits and sucking on my nipples. I pulled away for a second - and that was difficult to do since he didn't want to let go - and reached down and undid the Velcro. He continued squeezing and working on my tits with one hand and put his other hand on my pussy. "I was so hot that I began pushing my pussy against his hand almost like I was going off. Then, unbelievably, he knelt down and actually licked my clit. I was pushing it toward him with my legs open as he did so, really welcoming it. It's funny, the pussy-cover hangs down a bit in front, covering the hair and he pushed it out of the way and the suit went right up over my stomach! I looked down and I could see that he was holding the lips open so that he could get to my clit! I'll tell you, if it had gone on any longer I would have gone off! Actually, it was quick because I think that both of us thought that you might be back any moment. You didn't, of course, but I didn't want Marianne to wonder why we took so long - I think that Bryan had the same feeling - so I pulled away. I held my robe completely open, showing myself one more time and said, 'We'd better go.' He nodded 'yes' and we joined you." "That's wild! I must say that Bryan was more aggressive than I would have expected. Once you gave him an opening, he took advantage of it. Did you say anything?" "You're right. He seems so quiet and placid normally, but he moved right to my pussy when I opened the Velcro the first time and he certainly acted immediately when my tits were out tonight. Of course, he had seen everything before and I had let him feel me under the water, so he probably - correctly - assumed that he could feel my tits. Oh yes, there was nothing really said while he was working on me, but as we walked to the plant room, he reached over and whispered, 'Nice little tits!' That sort of shocked me, especially coming from him, but it was sexy!" "Well, you got what you wanted. I'm glad that the business with the orchids came up the way it did. Marianne was really fascinated by them, particularly the start of the flower stalk. We probably can use that again to leave you alone for a short time. Here we've been struggling to think of how to get her out of the way while the perfect method was right there all the time." Jacuzzi Ch. 02 As we lay there talking, she stroked my cock which was as hard as a rock. When we paused in the conversation, it was more than ready to penetrate the cunt that Bryan had felt and kissed. As would be expected, that cunt was equally ready to be penetrated and fucked. Jan even said that she was hotter from thinking and talking about it than she was when they actually were doing something. Telling me about exposing herself had always turned her on as much as doing it, probably because the surge of excitement at the time was so brief that the thinking and talking about it extended and augmented the excitement. My reaction to all of this was quite peculiar. I sat in the Jacuzzi talking to our friends while, at the same time, assuming that my wife was being explored under the water. Afterwards, when she was able to do so, my wife was exposing herself to Bryan while I endeavored to keep Marianne from interrupting her show. Through all of this, my cock never got hard. I was interested, wanted her to be seen and felt, but it didn't excite me while it was going on. I guess I felt like the producer of a show who stands by and observes the performance but isn't affected by it. Maybe if I had been able to lie back and masturbate while I watched her it might have been different. My arousal, and it was intense, came after the fact when she described her erotic behavior. Of course, my own participation was that of an enabler or facilitator and I didn't even see anything happen, so I had to imagine what was going on. So, once again, my excitement was vicarious, living through Jan's enthusiasm and exhilaration. Now, however, with her activities with Bryan being partly outside the Jacuzzi and Marianne not immediately present, another idea came to me as we talked - maybe there was a way I could masturbate (or have her do it for me) as I watched her in action. "Look, honey, I have an idea! You were standing outside of the Jacuzzi when Bryan was working on you. I would love to see you in action, not just hear about it. What would you think of me putting our video camera on the shelves by the door? I could use the remote to start it as Marianne and I leave and it would record everything." "Oh, Jeff, that's a wonderful idea if you don't think that the camera would be noticed! I'd love to see it myself." The idea of seeing as well as hearing about the sex-play was the trigger for physical action and I quickly pulled away to move onto her. She obviously was at the same point, for her legs were up and spread awaiting my entrance before I got there. Not surprisingly, she was wet and open and I was able to plunge into her with one surge. Many people, perhaps most, would think that our fantasies and acts were depraved and immoral, and maybe they were, but they certainly worked wonders in lighting the fires in an ordinary couple which had been married for over twenty years! It was a very satisfactory bout of sexual intercourse. And we both were looking forward to having much more in the future. One point that I should make here. As I look back over the description of these sexual events, it sounds like a very rapid development from simple exposure to physical contact. That really was not true. We saw Marianne and Bryan probably on an average of once a month when we got together as a group. Consequently, the events described here took place over a full year. In fact, the first time that Jan wore the bodysuit was just after the kids started the next year at college. So, this was not a quick transition from casual exhibitionism to physical intimacy on Jan's part. Actually, weeks of conversations and fantasizing took place between each episode, plenty of time to covet a new experience. In other words, Jan didn't jump from a fairly innocent desire for the twinge of excitement from, for example, showing her panties, to the far from innocent craving for greater sexual arousal from having her tits fondled and her cunt felt. The transition was gradual, but, while just exposing her tits was thrilling for Jan at first, and she continued loving it, her fantasies of doing more promised even greater excitement. Those fantasies, which led to her sex-play with Bryan, played a major role in our own sexual development, reviving much of the ardor that had faded after those over twenty years of marriage and parenthood. Things that we had never conceived of in our staid and mundane lives now gave intimacy and excitement as we expanded our sexual repertoire. So, here we were, at the peak of those fantasies. Jan had finally gotten both her tits and cunt completely exposed and not in just a flash. Bryan had seen and felt everything without the need to hide from his wife. The mutual enjoyment was explicit and there was no reason not to believe that that sexual intimacy would continue. In addition, and of great importance, it clearly was nothing except salacious, perhaps immoral, sex play with no hint of anything more. Bryan got to see and play with Jan, Jan got to be seen and felt - and everyone was happy. Of course, Marianne might have disagreed, probably would have been horrified and furious, but it wasn't exactly as if Bryan was involved romantically. Rationalization is a wonderful thing! For me, I got to enjoy the action through Jan and, now, I could try to set up the camera so that I could actually view the tryst - if you could call a few minutes of making out by such a term! Fortunately, one wall near the Jacuzzi had a row of shelves installed and it was extremely simple to set up the video camera in such a way that it was totally inconspicuous and it completely covered the entire area. Jan knew where it was, of course, and would be sure to turn toward it to get the best views. We practiced several times and I had no doubt that I would finally see her in action! Actually, I think that she was almost as eager as I to see herself - a different kind of exhibitionism. We were both eager for the next meeting, particularly me, of course, but it was almost a month before we all got together again. By that time we had gone over what had happened with Bryan fifty times, at least, and it did provide a significant source of erotic conversation and sexual stimulation. Still, the subject had lost much of its freshness and we were impatient for new experiences. Finally, the day arrived and our usual evening's diversions began - shuffle board, pool, etc. However, I'll have to admit that those normally interesting competitions seemed to drag as I looked forward for the real entertainment to start. At long last, we all changed and went into the Jacuzzi and the real performance began. As usual, Jan came in last, wearing her very conservative - it appeared - black one-piece suit. She sat down close to Bryan, as she always did, and we began our regular rather jocular, bantering conversation with Jan actively participating. What no one could see, of course, was that under the water she had opened the cunt-cover, placed her left leg over Bryans and was having her cunt thoroughly fondled and fingered. As we discussed later, we were both aroused by what was going on, but our real feeling was one of anticipation of what we expected to happen later. It's interesting how people's behavior, without planning, fall into a pattern which they follow without conscious thought. After about a half hour, Lois and Tim got out, changed in the guest room, said goodbye and left. A short time later, Susan and Doug did the same thing, leaving Marianne, Bryan, Jan and me alone in the water. Each time a couple got out, Jan sat up with her feet on the bottom as I turned the lights up so they could see. When they were gone, I dimmed the lights, Jan raised her leg, opening Bryan's path to feel her again. Now, with both couples gone, and there was plenty of room to move her left leg, really spread open to Bryan's questing fingers. Still, exciting as that was, it was now only the prelude to the main event, the out-of-the-water show. Marianne helped the show along by asking about the orchids even before I could bring them up. I, naturally, immediately indicated that the new growth was going well. Before I could make my intended offer to show it to her, she preempted me by saying, "Oh, I think that they are fascinating. I'd like to see them again. I think that I'd like to get one myself." So, instead of having to entice her to leave the Jacuzzi area, I could just, magnanimously, agree to her suggestion. Sometimes things do just work out! Jan and Bryan got out first as usual, but Marianne and I were right behind them and, with something specific to do, we dried off rapidly and, with our robes on, headed out of the recreation area to the plant room. As we left, Jan was slowly struggling into her robe while Bryan was just putting his towel over his shoulder without a robe. We walked to the plant room and admired the orchids, paying particular attention to the new stalk which was now almost six inches tall. There was a great deal of oohing and aahing by Marianne as well as a discussion of growth habits. This went on for a full five minutes before Bryan and Jan joined us. I had been increasingly concerned by the passage of time, afraid that Marianne would be conscious of how long they were taking - how long does it take to dry off and put on a towel! Fortunately, she was so entranced by the flowers that she didn't even notice. After closing the Jacuzzi I followed Jan upstairs and found her standing there without her robe, almost nude - the suit was nothing more than a band around her waist again. "Boy, did he work me over! Look!" She turned sideways and continued, "I just found this as I looked in the mirror!" What she was pointing to was what could only be a hickey beside the nipple of her left tit. "He was sucking my nipple and kissing my tit and left a mark! I love it!" Just then, Marianne and Bryan were coming up so she quickly donned her caftan and went to meet them. I had noticed this before, but I was astounded at her aplomb as she stood there talking. She had just been virtually naked with another man, even had a "love mark" placed on her tit, and yet she was calm and composed with no hint of any extracurricular activities. In any case, as soon as they were out of the door, I hurried back downstairs to the Jacuzzi and retrieved the hidden camera. I had placed the camera remote on the deck beside my seat and, as I got up, I had triggered it, starting the recording. Now I couldn't wait to see what I got. I quickly connected the camera to our bedroom TV and we lay back to see Jan's starring performance. It didn't disappoint! The camera caught Marianne and me leaving with Jan and Bryan standing there watching us depart. Before we were completely out of view, Jan dropped her towel and pulled the suit straps down off of her shoulders and down her arms. As she was doing so, Bryan, who couldn't wait, reached over and squeezed her tits through the material. With the straps out of the way, he quickly pushed the suit down to her waist, completely exposing both breasts. It was fascinating, watching as he continued squeezing and fondling the tits while bending over to suck and kiss her nipples. He cupped her left tit while continuing to kiss and suck it while, at the same time, reaching down to her cunt with his other hand to massage it through the crotch of the material. It looked as if he was mauling her boob the way he was squeezing and twisting it, but you could see Jan pushing toward him, obviously welcoming the treatment. With difficulty, she was able to get past his other hand and pulled the Velcro loose, giving him access to her cunt. She parted her legs so that he could reach between them and, showing her wild excitement, she arched her lower body against his hand, actually squirming against it. That tableau held for a full minute until, suddenly, Jan came to her senses and realized how exposed she was with Marianne not far away. Pulling away, with difficulty, I barely heard her almost whisper, "Let me put my robe on!" Bryan did back off a little bit, but he continued his groping of her tits and cunt while Jan struggled to get her arms into her robe. Despite his continual interference, she was finally clothed but with the robe still wide open. At that point, Bryan dropped to one knee, reached between Jan's legs and you could see his hand moving, actually finger-fucking her. Then, using both hands, he pulled her cunt lips apart, exposing her clit and moved his face directly toward her. You couldn't really see what he was doing, but at this point, Jan who was watching, enthralled, commented, "Oh, honey, he was licking and sucking my clit! My god, that felt good!" That didn't last long as Bryan, obviously aware of the danger, peered past Jan to make sure that the coast was still clear. He wasn't ready to give up yet, however, as he kept one hand between Jan's legs. Her legs were still open and she was slightly crouched down, giving him plenty of room to finger-fuck her. At the same time, he returned to her tits, alternating between them, sucking and kissing them alternately. Finally, aware that they were taking too long, Jan pulled away, saying, "We'd better stop. They'll be wondering where we are." Bryan didn't say anything and just leaned and down and lightly kissed her. They exchanged a conspiratorial grin and headed to the plant room. So, I had finally seen my wife in action. One thing was immediately obvious - that seeing her get worked over was very different from just hearing about it. My reaction was not what I expected...no, that's wrong...I had no real expectations other than, I guess, that I would have a very hard cock. I did have that, but did not have the wild compulsion to get on Jan and fuck her as most stories about watching your wife having extramarital sex usually describe. Neither did I have the pangs of jealousy which would be a more conventional reaction. It was more the reaction I might feel when watching a porno film - exciting but no real personal connection. However, that sort of numb response faded away as Jan began talking and, somehow, it became more real. "Gods, honey, I don't know if I've ever been so excited! It really feels good under the water, but I think that much of that comes from doing something illicit - being felt secretly while you and Marianne, my husband and his wife, sit innocently near us. Of course, you know what's going on, but it still feels like I'm getting away with something. Even when showing myself a part of the excitement comes from doing it sneakily. I remember how I felt going topless on the beach - hot at first but mundane pretty quickly. "With this, I'm getting the physical pleasure of being seen and touched added to the wicked, unfaithful nature of the sex-play. This time was much better that the first one because I knew that it was being recorded - my sins being exposed. More exhibitionism, I guess. Aside from all of that, I loved the sex. When I took my top down, a surge of excitement flowed through me, feeling my tits out bare. He was hard on them, squeezing and twisting them, but it felt wonderful. I thought that he was going to suck my nipples off! I'll bet that more marks will show up!" "I saw that and if I had been watching live, I would have been sure that he was hurting you. Obviously, he wasn't, but it still looks like they may be aching tomorrow." "They may be, but it really felt good while he was doing it. The same thing may be true of my pussy. He was really working it over and when he was finger-fucking me, he had two fingers all the way in - gods, it felt good and very sexy standing there while he played with me between my legs! Then, when he knelt down and licked my clit, I could have gone off if we had had more time. I can't believe that I've been that intimate with another man - he's seen, felt and, even, kissed almost all of my body. And of all people Bryan Curry!" "He certainly seems to know how to get you hot. Maybe now you'll start fantasying about doing more with him!" "No, that's not going to happen. I like him and I guess that he's attractive physically, but there's nothing more there. He's still 'blah' mentally and that's a real turnoff. I'll admit, though, that I could fantasize about some really attractive man doing what Bryan did and then doing more. Probably a great deal more. It's still pure fantasy and it would have to be some idealized man who probably doesn't exist." Grinning, "You don't have to worry about that!" "You'd better be careful; I may start fantasying about some perfect woman!" "You probably do that anyway - or even someone like Susan! I'll keep my eye on you. In any case, I didn't know how long we had been at it and I was afraid that you two would come back and catch us. As you saw, I pulled away, with difficulty, and we came to the plant room to join you. Marianne didn't seem to have noticed anything, but I've got to pay more attention in the future. The important thing is how do you feel about all of this now that you've seen the recording. Does it bother you at all?" "Absolutely not. I think that you can see my reaction." She had been stroking my hard cock during all that discussion and, by now it really was ready for more direct action. With a happy smile on her face, she rolled over on her back, raised her legs and welcomed my cock into her well lubricated pussy. As would be expected, we looked at the video quite a few times in the next week and it never failed to lead to good sex afterwards. We discovered the next day that, in fact, Bryan had inflicted more "damage" to Jan's tits than we knew. They weren't sore, but the one hickey we had seen next to her nipple had grown to four overnight, two on each breast. For several days it was sexy to see the marks of her wantonness so vividly displayed! We found that to be arousing. From all of this, our reaction to the video, to the marks and the arousal, one thing was quite obvious - Jan's more active exhibitionism and, even going beyond just showing, had caused a significant increase in our sex life, both in quantity and quality. As with most people, both had declined over the years as children and age interfered. As has been said many times, the most important sex organ in the human body is the mind. In our case, the fantasizing, the plotting as to how for Jan to expose herself and, now, watching her being explored by another man revived our libidos. Certainly it made me more aware of Jan as a still sexy woman - not just a housewife and mother which had been her role, and my image of her, for many years. In addition, that had been her own image of herself, but now she was acting in a very un-motherly and un-housewifely way - and we both loved the change. Still, aside from fantasies and increased interest in sex, our lives were much the same. We did the same things we had been doing. We still got up every morning and went off to teach school. Our evenings were often spent grading, making lesson plans, figuring grades - all the humdrum parts of ordinary lives. In the same way our weekends were filled with the minutia of those lives - grocery shopping, mowing the lawn, doing laundry, etc. Even our evenings with our friends - playing games, sitting in the Jacuzzi, etc. - while pleasant were mundane. Just ordinary lives. But, Jan's exhibitionism, our scheming about Marianne and, now, her physical conduct with Bryan, were not ordinary, not mundane! Jan admitted that every now and then, when meeting with her colleagues, she would think, smugly, of how shocked they would be to know that another man had felt and, even, finger-fucked her. I would watch her changing clothes and I would picture her standing virtually naked by the Jacuzzi while Bryan fondled her. These things were only a small part of our lives, but they provided a spark to rekindle passion that had been moribund for a long time. Jacuzzi Ch. 02 As a consequence, we looked forward to our evenings with our friends with a new sense of anticipation. Oh, the pool games, the shuffle board, etc. was still fun and the conversation was still as pleasant and interesting as ever, but the question of what would happen under the water and after the Jacuzzi certainly dominated our pre-party anticipation. Our primary concern, of course, was keeping Marianne in the dark, but after that, it was just a question of having Jan discreetly making herself available under the water while people were around. Then, when she and Bryan were alone, she would display her charms and be thoroughly explored and fondled while the camera recorded the activity for us later. That is exactly what happened over the next several months. The eight of us got together at about our previous timing, about once a month on average, and the previous pattern of behavior held. Jan continued to enjoy the shameless feeling of sitting in the water with her cunt completely exposed with all of the people around. Add to that the even more wanton act of letting her cunt be felt and probed in that semi-public setting never got old. On one occasion, when working his hand between her legs, Bryan even managed to get his finger partway into her asshole! Then, of course, standing, almost naked, while another man had free rein to see, feel, kiss and suck any and all of her erogenous areas was delightfully wicked and depraved. The sucking of her tits almost always left signs of her debauchery for up to a week, further extending her (or our) immoral excitement. All of these out of the Jacuzzi experiences were recorded and watching their erotic behavior never failed to fuel our sexual fires. During all of this depraved activity, Marianne continued to be blissfully unaware that anything untoward was going on. Fortunately, her apparently total lack of interest in sex seemed to cause blindness as to what was going on. Or, and thoughts like this still bothered us, she just trusted us and never even conceived of Bryan and Jan, and, indirectly, me, doing anything behind her back. I tried not to think about that as she and I enthused about the new orchid stalk finally having bloomed while I knew that her husband was working on my wife not too many feet away. Still, while this was disturbing, it in no way dampened the enjoyment of the illicit sex-play for us. We did speculate one occasion as to what Bryan felt about the whole situation. Obviously, he also enjoyed the sex but he never made any effort to get Jan to do anything herself - like touching his cock. He seemed quite satisfied to be able to see and explore her. We also couldn't help but wonder about what happened when they went home. We had a hard time picturing Marianne participating in sex, but, obviously, they did so, and Bryan showed a surprising willingness to go beyond the norm. Kneeling down and licking and sucking Jen's clit certainly went beyond what we would have expected - if we had really expected anything. Did he do that to Marianne? In any case, despite all the speculations and the twinges of guilt, the fun went on. In a way, nothing of real importance was happening, just a married woman being seen virtually nude and groped. There were a few variations, - one time Jan actually took her suit off and stood there completely naked for a short time - but, basically, the routine was the same. Nonetheless, it never failed to be exciting and probably would have continued in the same way except for when what probably was an inevitable catastrophe occurred. Jacuzzi Ch. 02 I shuddered when Marty started to respond to the invitation. She said, "Thank you both for a wonderful, a different, and a very exciting weekend. We love you. We love your new home. It is very comfortable and v-e-r-y functional." She continued, "You know? I have to admit that this weekend has been a new experience for me, and I think it has been for Al. I nodded my head and she went on, "It has really been very exciting and sexually very fulfilling." What she was saying and the way I heard her saying it was crushing me. She was getting ready to accept another invitation. I wanted to cry in anguish and bolt for the car. But what she said and did next took me from the depths of despair to the apex of unfettered love. She continued, "But even with all the excitement and temporary pleasure we have had, you know what?" She then reached over and put her hand on my crotch. "I have all the sexual partners I'll ever need right here." And she gave my cock a little squeeze. With that we exchanged hugs and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't say anything, not even goodbye as I broke into a great big tear-filled smile and quickly escorted my wonderful companion to the car. On the way home and over the next few days we thoroughly discussed what had happened and we shared our feelings. We both agreed that what we had done was wrong, that marriage was much more than sex and that sex used indiscriminately, could destroy a marriage. We both acknowledged that we had actually enjoyed the experience. We also both confided that there were times we were very upset and uncomfortable with what happened. Finally we agreed that we had to be adamant with ourselves that we could not, and would not, let pure lust control us again. One of the follow-up concerns we had was that Marty had gone off the pill when we moved to Denver. We were reasonably sure that she was in her safe period when we spent the weekend, but we were very nervous when she missed her next period. Nine months later we had a handsome son, Martin (later his friends started calling him Marty and we called him Junior). Later (12 years), although we were quite certain, we had DNA test to confirm that he was ours. We had a daughter almost two years later. Her name is Alice and in school many of her friends called her Al. Isn't that fun, having your children use your namesake but reversing the sex? Neil and Pam were God parents to both. * * * * * * This is Al. Well that finishes our stories, or so I thought. A few nights ago, as we were doing our final edits, Marty dropped a bomb shell on me. It seems that Marty needs to add another chapter, so there will be a Jacuzzi -3. Yes, it surprised me too. Actually, surprised is a very soft term for what she hit me with. Since this is part two of what now turns out to be a three-part story, the author is not accepting any comments until the final installment is published. Jacuzzi Ch. 03 Hi, this is Marty. We have just passed out twenty-fifth anniversary and both of the children are in college. During the first couple of years following the Jacuzzi experience, Al and I would recall the time and in many cases use it to spice up our sex life. But I hadn't thought about Neil and Pam in several years, until Al decided to write the story and submit it to Literotica. He asked me to write my recollection of the story, which, as you have seen, I did. However, now I'm sorry that I agreed to write my story and I wish I could have turned Al's thoughts to something else and not written his story. For you see, I didn't tell the whole story regarding my Jacuzzi experience. In recalling our relationship with Neil and Pam, Al and I discussed a lot of things as we reviewed and finished our stories. One night, I was in a sort of dream world recalling the incident when for no reason I blurted out, "I wonder what ever became of Grant and Harold?" Al immediately asked, "Who are Grant and Harold?" I turned red, swallowed hard and immediately said to myself, "Oh shit. How was I going to explain Grant and Howard?" I had just opened Pandora's Box to a piece of my past that I had kept from Al for over twenty years. Looking at Al I knew that as much as it was going to hurt. I had never lied to Al and I wasn't going to start now. I knew that I had to come clean. The consequences of lying now were too horrible to contemplate not to mention that in all our years, I am not aware of either of us lying on matters of consequence. In the incident I am about to relate, I never lied to Al. It never came up and I didn't bring it up, though I now think I probably should have. When I didn't answer, Al repeated, and his voice was showing irritation, "Marty, I asked who in the hell are Grant and Harold?" I had lived with my guilt for almost ten years before I was able to put it behind me. Now, another ten years later it had just risen from the grave and smacked me in the face again. In a way, I was glad. I needed to face it and get rid of it forever. However, I was having great difficulty in forming words to say to Al. I could well be putting my marriage on the line. Al got off the couch and came and sat on the arm of my chair and looking me straight in the eye said, "Damn it Marty, are you going to tell me who in the hell Grant and Harold are? I looked at him as tears began to form and said, "Al, it's an old story, almost twenty years old." Then I broke out in a flood of tears and blubbered out, "I'm sorry honey, but I had an affair at Pam and Neil's house and could never bring myself to confess it to you." He exclaimed, "What?" and then looked at me as though I had just kicked him in the groin. He was silent as the impact of what I had just said sunk in. Then in an almost quavering voice he asked, "Before we go into this, have there been others?" I detected a tinge of gentleness, or maybe it was sadness, in his voice. I knew that deep hurt had found a home. Now the tears were in torrents as I told him that there were no others and I was so ashamed and sorry for the one time it had occurred. I don't know why I had thought that my indiscretion could remain forever buried. But with the passing of all the years, I had all but forgotten it. That's why it was such a shock to me now. I knew now that I had to get this matter completely into the light and said, "Al, I love you and I want to admit my mistake and beg for your forgiveness. Let me tell you what happened and I'll answer any questions you want to ask. I'm hoping I can do this without having to get into explicit details." Al looked at me for a minute and then said, "It may be difficult for you, but I want to know the details, I think I can deal with it better if I know everything. Please don't ask me to fill in the blank spaces with my imagination." I looked up at him, pulled his face to mine, gave him a gentle kiss and said, "Make us some coffee while I try to pull myself back together." I knew he was right, I couldn't afford to leave holes for his imagination to attempt to fill. When we sat back down with our coffee I asked Al if he remembered the trip he made to San Francisco with Neil almost a year before our daughter was born. He though for a minute and then nodded that he did, they had to leave quickly on a Tuesday and were gone almost three weeks and over two weekends since the job took more time than expected. He then said, "Hell yes I remember it now. We found out you were pregnant shortly after that." Then he turned silent and I knew what he was processing in his head. I acknowledged that it had happened that second weekend, the weekend before he returned. I quickly added that that was the only time I had been with anyone else other than the first time at the Jacuzzi christening. I started to tell the story and had only about six words out of my mouth before Al raised his hand to stop me. The look on his face was one of fright and I wondered what was coming. Then he blurted out, "Honey, is...?" I cut him off realizing that I had not answered the question I knew had been planted. "Yes sweetheart, Alice is ours. We created her. I saw a wave of relief go over his face and I made a mental note that I must be careful in telling the story so that I didn't raise any unnecessary emotional concerns. Then I related the details. It took over two hours to tell because I would break into tears often and start blubbering. * * * * * * This is what I told Al: On the Friday evening before you were to come home, Pam called and asked if I would like to come up to their place for the weekend. She told me had two friends from out of town coming and we could play some bridge. As you know, Mom was in town and when I told her about the invitation she told me to go ahead, she would look after Junior and I could have a weekend vacation. When I arrived at Pam's there was no one there but Pam. She quickly informed me the friends were flying in from Washington, DC and should arrive shortly after lunch. We had a nice chat. We hadn't seen each other for over two months and talked a lot. After lunch we were in the sun room when the doorbell sounded. Pam was up on a short ladder watering some plants and asked me to please get the door, it should be her friends. When I opened the door, my jaw dropped. I'm sure it was obvious to the guests. I was expecting a man and his wife or maybe two women. Instead, one was a very distinguished looking Air Force Lieutenant Colonel and the other was a much younger Captain, in uniform. The Colonel said, "I'm Pam's friend. You must be Marty. I'm Grant Taylor and this is Harold Marks. Neil and I served together in the Air Force. Harold and I have business at the Air Force Academy next week and we are thrilled to be with Pam instead of spending the weekend in the BOQ." They were both good looking. Grant being Neil's age and Harold appeared to be a little younger than us. (I injected, Harold was very cute.) Pam came running and was caught up by Grant and given a kiss on the cheek. Grant then introduced her to Harold. Pam said, "Welcome to both of you and it's a pleasure to meet you Captain," at which Grant held up his hand and said, "Pam, please allow us to have some time away from the Air Force. I am Grant, he is Harold, and if you will tell us where we can change, we will shed these uniforms." Pam laughed and showed them to one of the guest rooms. Before leading them to the room, she asked if anyone was interested in tennis. We all agreed it would be fun. We changed and then went to the park and played tennis until time to go home for supper. On the way back to the house Pam was asking what people would like to eat and offered several options. Grant put an end to that when he said no one was going to fix dinner at the house. He was taking Pam and I out to dinner and that Harold could take care of his own expenses. After a wonderful steak dinner we went back, had after dinner drinks, and played bridge until about ten o'clock. We had a great time and both of the men were very charming and pleasant to be with. As we finished bridge, Pam suggested we have a dip in the Jacuzzi to top off the night. A red flag went up in my head and I countered by saying I hadn't brought a bathing suit. That was killed quickly when Pam told me that I had left mine there from our first time and she had never gotten it back to me. I went into panic mode. I remembered that indeed I had left mine. It was wet and we had been in such a hurry to get away that I forgot it. What's more, it was the bikini. I didn't want to appear before two complete strangers in that little bit of nothing. I said, "Pam, that was to years and one baby ago. I'll never fit that thing again." She responded that we could go see. And I tried to duck out but, I was badgered by all three of them to join and I finally relented. I tried the bikini on and to my surprise, it looked better than before. Breast feeding had enlarged my breast to completely fill the bra, in fact, almost overflow. Seeing myself like this was kind of exciting. But I was afraid of where this could lead and I was wracking my brain for an excuse to leave. In the short time allotted, I could not come up with a reasonable excuse and Pam pushed me out the door of the bedroom. Pam excused herself telling me she would be right along. When I got to the sun room, Harold was already in the Jacuzzi and told me Grant would be there in a minute. I was starting to blush as I saw his eyes devouring my body. In just a moment, Grant came in and headed for the Jacuzzi. He looked at me and said, "We won't bite, get in with us." I offered a lame excuse (getting used to the temperature or something) and told him I was waiting for Pam. A few minutes later Pam arrived and before getting in, Pam poured fresh drinks and I distributed them to the side of the pool. Then the two of us got in. The arrangement was Pam, me, Grant, and Harold. We talked and drank and they told some rather risqué jokes and stories but we were all quite comfortable. I was getting a little buzz, but was not drunk and was beginning to relax when Grant asked, "Is it true that a Jacuzzi doesn't function properly when people wear bathing suits in it?" I was just taking a sip of my drink and about gagged when I heard Grant ask Pam the question. Pam replied, "Yes Grant, we have found that to be very true. Haven't we Marty?" I was speechless and my wheels were turning fast: 'I should get out of here. How could I get out without making a scene? What if, no, not what if, but what should I do when things get frisky? What were the consequences if I just went along?' These questions were racing around as Pam stood, pulled off her bikini top and dropped it on Howard's head. As she did that, Grant pulled his trunks off under water and threw them on the edge of the tub. Howard didn't have to be coaxed and he stood, pulled his swim suit off and tossed it at Pam who, at the same time, threw the bottom of her bikini back at Howard. I caught a glimpse of a very large cock that was rising past half mast before he dropped back into the water. Pam immediately moved close to Harold and their lips and tongues met. From the motion, I knew she had his cock in her hand and probably he had his finger in her pussy. The excitement of my first Jacuzzi experience was being rekindled in my memory and I jumped when Grant touched my shoulder and asked, "Can I help you shed yours?" I was kicking myself for not having said my goodbyes and left as soon as the Jacuzzi was mentioned. But, I hadn't. Now it was too late to get away gracefully. After a few moments of rationalizing I convinced myself that this was not really any different than our first time. I had sex with another man (Neil) then and obviously there was going to be sex now, so what's the difference. At the same time I reminded myself that before it had been with my husband present and it wasn't really like cheating. This would be cheating. (A short outpouring of tears ensued here.) My reasoning finally went something like this: 'I knew that this was not what I should be doing but I had to remember that having Neil in me had been a thrill. As we had agreed before, the experience had been naughty but thrilling. From there I let me justify things by saying this was really no different, even if you weren't there. However, my actions that followed surprised me and still do today when I think back on them even though it was a long time and another life-time ago. I smiled at Grant and said coyly, "Do you think I need help?" He replied, "Not really, but I would be more than happy to." I turned my back to him and let him untie my top. I pulled it off and tossed it to the side. He said, "You aren't planning to stop there are you?" Having persuaded myself that there was no way out and knowing where this was going, I let my inhibitions fall away and I rose and moved to where he could untie one side of the bottoms. He pulled the string and they dropped a little before they hung on the other hip. I turned myself to face him where he sat. I nudged the bottoms and they began to slide down my leg. He reached up and helped them the rest of the way off and then, placing one hand on each cheek of my ass, he pulled me toward him and I shuddered as I felt his tongue slide across my pussy lips. I paused a moment and looking at Al, I noted that, as he knew, I was irregular in shaving my pussy for the last several years. I told him that a question had come to me several times after the event 'Was I expecting something at Pam's?' Why had I shaved before I went? There was no real reason for me to have shaved then, especially since you weren't around. It was a question that had recurred on several occasions back then. Going on: In a moment his tongue entered me and I put both hands on the back of his head and pulled his face firmly into me. I knew then that what was happening was wrong. I also remembered the first time and the erotic excitement attendant to being with another man. I knew I was blotting the impropriety of what I was allowing to happen from my thinking. Heck, I was not simply allowing, but encouraging it to happen. Sweetie, with you gone for so long, I was horny before I left home and I wanted a cock in me and was anticipating your return. (Big Tears) I slowly sank back into the water, positioned myself over Grant's love tool, and slipped all the way down on it. It felt wonderful, especially in view of the fact that the bloody lady had been with me and had left the day after you went on the trip. With other activities, it had been well over three weeks since you and I made love. (There was a very long pause here. It took a few minutes to compose myself and resume.) I had just begun to bounce up and down on Grant when Pam snapped me back saying, "Hey you guys. How about let's get out of the Jacuzzi before we go any further. It's not easy to clean after it has been used as a love nest." I recognized that this was a place where maybe I could wriggle out and go home. But deep down I knew I didn't want to, and I didn't. Instead, I lay down on the chaise and held my arms out for Grant. He spread my legs and shoved his cock into me. I was going up every time his cock was coming down and it wasn't long before an orgasm overtook me. A second orgasm followed moments later and with that, Grant drove all the way home and deposited his load in me. (Now I could see that Al was beginning to really suffer with my story. He wasn't saying anything, but he didn't need to, his face told me all I needed to know and I had another tearful interlude. Truly realizing the full effect of infidelity is terrible.) (Resuming) Pam and Harold had just had their climaxes as we finished our session. Pam excused herself to the bathroom and left. Harold got off their chaise and came over to ours. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his enormous cock. It probably wasn't a record breaker but it was as big as anything I had seen in the porno films. He sat on the edge and said, "When Pam comes back, do you want to trade partners?" I didn't get a word out before Grant responded that he thought that would be a great idea. At that I just nodded and Harold moved closer to me. He pulled me toward him for a kiss and as I leaned forward to meet him, I took his cock in my hand. Grant positioned himself so that he could massage and kiss my breasts. The feeling was excruciatingly hot, sexy, and erotic. Any thoughts about going home completely disappeared from my thought. (Recalling and telling the foregoing caused a fifteen minute intermission. Al's sad face and knowing what must be going through his mind set me off, big time. I was hurting to the point of having cramps in my stomach. Before I resumed I asked Al if he was sure he wanted all this detail. He gave a weak smile and affirmed that he did.) As the three of us were playing, Pam came back into the sun room. I noted she had put on some panties. As she came forward, she let out a sigh and said, "I don't want to be a party pooper, but my period has just started." I started to get up when she continued, "Marty, I don't know whether you have done it before, but do you feel up to taking care of two men tonight?" I about died on the spot and without giving me a chance to say anything, she said she would take my guest room and the three of us could have the king-size bed in the master bedroom. Howard looked at the clock on the table and noted that it was time to get to bed. He took me by the hand and said, "Come on Grant, we three need to get to bed." I was dumbfounded with the turn of events but I didn't offer a protest. Pam, with a big smile on her face, kissed me on the cheek as I passed and said, "Have a good time sweetie. Do one for me." (In tears again) I said to Al, "Honey, I don't know if I can go on. Can we finish his later? He said "No, let's get through with this mess now." I was becoming frightened now. Al's voice had a tone I had never heard before and I didn't like it. But I screwed up my courage and continued. Well you can guess almost everything that occurred. I had them both, one in my pussy and one in my mouth, and then did it again reversing the roles. Today I can say it was memorable since I had never had two men before, but with the attendant guilt feelings, it was not particularly exciting in the end. The really memorable part was in the morning. As I was waking up, Howard, lying on his back, pulled me to get on top of him and as I did, he began to slip his cock into me. The next thing I felt was Grant getting behind me, applying some jelly on my butt, and then inserting his cock. We have seen double penetrations in pictures and film and truthfully, I had always wondered what that would feel like. I was about to find out. As before, I'll never forget it, but it wasn't very exciting for very long because I was starting to fight with my conscience. In the end, my experience was not one that would encourage me to want to do it again, even if one of the persons were you. I went home before breakfast, hardly stopping to say goodbye to the three. When I got home I brushed by Mom, telling her I wasn't feeling well, and went to our bedroom. I cried uncontrollably the most of the day and refused to let Mom talk to me or come in the room. I was so ashamed of myself for not having said, "No." I certainly could have, but I didn't. I took the easy route and I was going to have to pay for it. "Honey, that's all there is to tell. At this point all I can do is tell you how terribly, terribly sorry and ashamed I am. I'm sorry you ever had to find out because aside from my stupidity, there was no significance to it and you don't deserve the pain I know you are experiencing now." Jacuzzi Ch. 03 From the first time that Jan bent over with her bra strap loose and showed her tit to Bryan to the time when everything went wrong, more than a year and a half of sex-play had gone on. It had become almost routine, with each step leading to the next one. That was exactly what was happening that critical evening. We all were in the Jacuzzi and things were progressing as expected. Jan was seated next to Bryan, as always, with her cunt-cover out of the way and they were engaged in their familiar erotic activities. Bryan felt and fingered her cunt continually until Lois and Tim prepared to get out and I turned the lights back up so that they could see. As usual, Jan put her leg down and sat up while we waited for them to leave, enjoying that pleasure of being secretly exposed under the water. When they were out, I lowered the lights and Bryan, once again, started to feel Jan, running his hands all over her legs, cunt and even back to her asshole. This sequence was, as expected, repeated as Susan and Doug left. The four of us remaining talked while Bryan and Jan continued their surreptitious sex play. It was then that something happened which changed everything. Jan, as usual, was the one to decide that we had been in the water long enough and, after refastening the cunt-cover, started to get out. But as she got up, she slipped and sat back down, this time on Bryan's leg. This was no big deal for it had happened before as a result of the enervating effect of the water - everyone felt limp after a long soak. She was straddling the leg and he pulled her back and forth a few times as she tried to get up. Again, that bit of playful struggle had happened before and we laughed at her efforts to get free. However, this time something different occurred - whether she hadn't been careful enough in rejoining the edges of the Velcro seams or if the sliding back and forth on his leg had weakened the connection, a catastrophe was about to occur. Jan started to get out and stepped up onto the seat and put her right leg over onto the deck as always. As was often the case, as described before, she was unable to pull her left leg over, so she was stuck, legs spread over the rim, unable to go in or out. Of course, she was used to being in that situation and she expected that, shortly, Bryan would boost her over with his hand very close to the cunt that he had been feeling a few minutes before. It was at that moment, when her legs were wide-spread, that the strain on the cunt-cover connection was too much and it let go! There was Jan, legs spread wide, the cunt-cover hanging loose, leaving her cunt bare and gaping open. In that position, the elasticity of the suit material, no longer being held at the crotch by the Velcro fastener, quickly caused the front of the suit to pull above the hair line and, in the back, to expose most of her bottom, permitting the three of us to see that her entire cunt area naked. Every hair seemed to stand out, dripping water into the Jacuzzi. The pink flesh between the cunt lips, and even up inside, seemed almost florescent, giving a surprisingly pornographic or obscene impact to the exhibition. She wasn't even aware of what had happened for at least thirty seconds as we stared at the unbelievable sight. Suddenly the realization of what had occurred hit her and she began a frantic and futile effort to get her legs closed by dragging her leg back inside the Jacuzzi - but she was stuck there. She tried to balance herself while putting one hand over her crotch to hide her cunt, but she couldn't do both things at once and her cunt seemed even more agape when she had to take her hand away to keep from falling. She simply was not able to get her back leg up over the edge and the leg on the deck wouldn't come back in. She was unable to move without help and Marianne, Bryan and I were treated to a view of her cunt with the lips spread wide open and every detail completely exposed Her efforts to conceal herself were comical, and all three of us, shockingly including Marianne, began laughing while, at the same time, we stared at her spread cunt lips. Finally, Marianne said, "Help her, Bryan!" With that encouragement, Bryan did what he wanted to do anyway - instead of boosting Jan over the rim, he reached up to her, his grabbing her right thigh and lifting her leg back over the rim. As her leg straightened and she stepped back onto the seat, his hand slipped up between her legs onto her cunt. Holding her by the crotch, he helped her step down to the floor of the Jacuzzi while getting a very good feel of her cunt. Marianne saw where his hand was and, still laughing, said, "Bryan's being a real help, isn't he Jan? He won't let you fall!" Her reaction was almost as startling as Jan's exposure because I would have expected her to be horrified and embarrassed and, possibly, to avert her eyes. Instead, she stared at Jan's cunt as avidly as Bryan and I and, instead of an angry denouncing of Bryan's feeling Jan's cunt, she laughed! Jan's face was crimson and she didn't know what to say or do as Bryan pulled her onto his leg, her back to him, her cunt firmly sitting on his thigh. She put her hands over her face as Bryan slid her back and forth, obviously rubbing her cunt against his leg. The three of us were laughing at her and making lewd comments about her exposure - actually, Bryan and I made the comments, Marianne only laughed. Finally, though, Jan started giggling, her exhibitionist nature coming through, and began to pretend to fight against Bryan in an effort to get up. The mock struggle went on while we all laughed at her efforts. Then, as they grappled, Bryan's hands, which had been at her waist, slipped up over her tits. Jan ignored the fact that she was being felt in front of Marianne and me, and continued the battle, pushing downward and outwards on his hands. Needless to say, she was not strong enough to dislodge his hands, but as she pushed, Bryan gradually gave way, letting his hands be forced downwards, taking the top of the bodysuit with them. Suddenly, the left breast popped free, its nipple turgid with excitement, followed by the right one. The thin spaghetti straps slipped off her shoulders, and, as the wrestling continued, they broke loose, causing the entire top to fall to her waist. Bryan quickly returned his hands to her now-bare breasts and simply began fondling her. Marianne unbelievably continued laughing as she watched her husband cup and squeeze Jan's tits, seemingly not the least perturbed by the blatantly sexual activity. "You'll never get away from him, Jan! He's got too good a grip on you." Then as the "struggle" became more intense, she changed, saying, "Come on, Bryan, let her go. You'll hurt her breasts." Still, it was obvious that she didn't object to seeing Jan getting felt - in fact, from the avid way she watched it was apparent that she was enjoying the struggle and sex play. Bryan ignored Marianne's orders and, finally, Jan gave up and leaned back against him and just let him feel her tits. It was very sexy, Marianne and I just sitting there watching while Jan was fondled and caressed. Every now and then one of Bryan's hands would leave her breast and drop down beneath the surface with the clear intent of feeling her cunt. This went on for some time, and, while the laughter continued, there was a different sound to it - Jan giggling as she was fondled, Marianne gleefully urging Bryan on by her lustful stare while verbally urging him to let Jan go, and me, jovially telling Jan to fight her way out while silently hoping something more would happen. At long last, after she had been thoroughly explored, Jan was able to pull herself to her feet. She presented an erotic picture to Jan and me: the top of the bodysuit was down around her waist, exposing both tits completely; the bottom had risen up over her stomach, almost to her waist, revealing her triangle of cunt hair right at the water line. For all practical purposes, she was nude. She made no effort to hide herself and, in fact, almost flaunted her nakedness as she turned to face Marianne directly. Bryan had his hands on her hip bones, running them up and down over her thighs with an occasional detour over her ass cheeks and between her legs from behind. Jan was excited and seemed almost to relish having Marianne seeing her being fondled by Marianne's husband. Oddly enough, Marianne seemed just as excited and aroused by the blatant display of illicit sexual activity and, physically if not verbally, she encouraged its continuance. She seemed almost entranced as she looked at Jan's tits and cunt hair and, particularly, as she saw Bryan's fingertips emerge from between Jan's legs as he felt her cunt. She leaned forward, her face close to Jan's tits as she said, unconvincingly, "Bryan! Jan doesn't want your hand there! Now you quit feeling her!" Even as she said it, though, she gave a nervous laugh and stared at the stroking fingers with a fascinated look on her face. Then, shockingly, she reached down and pushed Bryan's fingers backwards between Jan's legs, replacing them with her own. However, instead of pulling her fingers out immediately after removing his, she held them firmly against Jan's cunt, saying, "There, Jan, now you can move away. Bryan's hand is gone." Jan shuffled forward, her legs slightly spread apart, and Marianne's hand moved with her - it was obvious that Marianne was now doing the cunt feeling. In fact, Marianne's fingers were on the cunt lips and, as Jan stopped, her middle finger slipped completely up into the cunt hole and actually finger-fucked her for a few seconds. Suddenly, Marianne became aware of what she was doing and in a fit of embarrassment, dropped her hand and blushed furiously, blurting, "Help her out, Bryan." However, Bryan had other plans. The reason Jan had been able to get away and stand up was that Bryan needed his hands to open his pants and take his cock out. Obviously, it was erect and almost bursting from the sex-play of the last half-hour. None of us knew, of course, that it was out, so we thought nothing of it when he reached for Jan and turned her around and pulled her toward him, his hands on her hips. His knees were together, going between her legs as he drew her closer, her thighs separating, giving him access and opening her up. He slid down in the seat so the he was half-reclining under her, his head at about the level of her nipples. She had no idea of what he planned even as he pushed her downward toward a sitting position on him. Suddenly, however, she felt a hard "something" jabbing her on her cunt and the light dawned, he wanted to enter her! She couldn't believe what was happening, but the whole thing still seemed hilarious and, at the same time, exciting. She was in a peculiar state, knowing what was being done to her, yet disconnected somehow. She was highly aroused, partly from Bryan's manipulation of her erogenous areas, but even more so from being seen virtually naked by her husband and by Bryan's wife at the same time. Feeling Bryan's cock between her cunt lips near the cunt hole was the final boost she needed to go over the edge and commit adultery right in front of them. Still, she pretended reluctance and continued the mock battle and gaiety as she pulled back laughing, saying, "Bryan, quit that! Don't you dare!" Bryan was not to be deterred, of course, by a little symbolic reticence, and pulled her back into place while poking upwards toward her cunt. As he pushed upwards, Jan cooperated by spreading her legs further apart, making her cunt hole more accessible, while continuing her mock struggle. Her mind was in turmoil, wanted to be screwed - fucked - in front of Marianne by Marianne's husband, and in front of her own husband. The idea of being watched while she was naked and being screwed aroused her as much as the screwing, itself. At the same time, she was afraid of the consequences, not knowing how they would react. Of course, this wasn't conscious thinking, just fleeting thoughts as things took their inevitable course. In any case, the hesitancy didn't last long. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her cunt settled down on Bryan's probing cock, engulfing it and welcoming it into her internal recesses. She sat on Bryan, his cock buried in her up to his balls, and squirmed around, feeling it filling her. As she went down, I realized, from Bryan's almost recumbent position that he must be inside of her! Evidently Marianne saw what was happening at the same time, and she blurted out, "Bryan! What are you doing? Let Jan up, she doesn't want you to do that to her!" She was ignored and, as Bryan began to move Jan up and down on his cock, she exclaimed, "Bryan, take it out of Jan! You're screwing her!" With that, she moved behind Jan, put her arms around her and apparently attempted to pull her off. However, it quickly became evident that her efforts were not really serious, and, in fact, it seemed that she was actually helping Bryan fuck Jan. Her hands went from Jan's side to her front and fastened around her breasts, pulling up and down in unison with the fucking motions as Bryan took Jan. I was fascinated to watch both the screwing and Marianne's obvious excitement as she fondled and squeezed Jan's tits. Jan felt the cock deep inside her as it plunged in, filling her and then pulling out, only to plunge in again. Each time she came down, her clit rammed against Bryan, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her. At the same time, she was very aware of the manipulation of her breasts as Jan tweaked her nipples and continued the squeezing, harder and harder, as she became more excited herself. The laughter had stopped and the only noise was the panting and harsh breathing brought on by the vigorous fucking. Jan was as lost in the activity with Bryan and Marianne, lost in it too, gasped out, "Oh, Bryan, you shouldn't be doing this. You're fucking Jan! You're fucking her! My god, you're fucking her!" Even as she said this, she worked harder and harder on Jan's tits, pulling and twisting them as her excitement grew. Then, almost whispering, "Fuck her harder, fuck her harder!" Jan felt her fingers digging into her tits, almost as if she were trying to crush them, then pinching and pulling the nipples as if she were trying to tear them off. It was very painful, but that very pain acted as a goad, pushing Jan to higher and higher peaks as she approached orgasm. The cock pistoning in and out of her cunt finally erupted deep inside, flooding her with cum, triggering that orgasm and causing her to thrash up and down before welding herself tight against Bryan. As he pumped the last of his cum into her, she fell forward against him, pulling Marianne with her, Marianne's hands still tightly clasped around her breasts. To say that, when the sexual frenzy died down, the situation was awkward would be the understatement of the year - like saying that a hurricane was a strong wind. The three of them just slumped down, depleted by the explosive climax. The first to react was Marianne as she came to herself and realized that she was holding Jan's tits in her hands and, at the same time the magnitude of what she had done hit her. She jerked back, a look of absolute panic on her face. Jan reacted in much the same way, pulling upward off of Bryan's cock as if it were stabbing her. She staggered over to the steps and practically leaped out of the Jacuzzi and dragged her robe over her wet and nude body. I couldn't see her face at first because her back was to me, but, when she turned around, it had much the same expression as Marianne's. Both were in a state of shock, not knowing what to say or what to do. They had participated in something that left them at a total loss. Bryan just set there with a stunned expression on his face - not the panic of Marianne or Jan, but one of apprehension as would be normal when you have just fucked a man's wife right in front of him with his own wife right beside him. He didn't move or look up at me, seemingly just waiting for a clue as how to act. That clue came from Marianne who hit him on the shoulder as she scrambled out of the water, awaking him from his trance and urging him to follow her. I'm certain that the thoughts of consequences - from his wife if no one else - filled his brain with anxiety as he climbed out. Now, what about me? To this day, I still do not understand my reaction - or, more accurately, my lack of reaction. Seeing Jan's cunt so graphically displayed sent a surge of excitement coursing through me, tempered by concern over Marianne's presumed prudery. Her total lack of shock and disapproval combined with her laughter at Jan's exposure and predicament freed me from that worry. The whole progression of events - feeling her cunt as he helped her down, the struggle that freed her tits and the subsequent fondling of those tits - was tremendously exciting. If I hadn't know that he had seen and felt all of Jan before and, even watched him doing so in the video, I might have been startled enough to intervene. But, of course, I was now seeing live what I had seen in fantasy and on the TV, so the only shock was that it was taking place in front of me. Marianne's reaction also contributed. In some ways the most unexpected reaction to everything was her laughter and the way in which she was actually urging Bryan on as he fondled Jan. It seemed natural to join in cheering Bryan on, particularly since I knew that she enjoyed it. Remember, it was only the fear of a strong negative reaction from Marianne that caused us to be so careful when she was present. Shockingly, it seemed that our evaluation of her view of sex was way off. The result of all of this was that I just sat back and watched the show, convinced that, once she got over her genuine embarrassment at being so unexpectedly exposed, Jan was actually enjoying herself. She leaned back and let Bryan feel her tits and, when released, she just stood up virtually naked, showing herself - what more could an exhibitionist ask. Well, one thing might be to be watched while being fucked! If I had realized what was going to happen when Bryan positioned his cock under her, I honestly don't know how I would have reacted. Everything that had occurred up to that point really was nothing more than sex-play, all of which had happened before in private. It just didn't occur to me that they would go any further - particularly with Marianne and me right there. Before I realized what was happening, Bryan's cock was completely inside of Jan and they were fucking. I just sat there and watched. Obviously, I didn't decide to stop it, but, also, I didn't decide to let it go on - I just sat there. If Jan had made even a suggestion that she didn't want it, I would have jumped up at once, but she was as vigorously fucking herself on Bryan's cock as he was fucking it up into her. So, I did nothing. Still, the biggest shock of all in a way because it was so totally out of her perceived character was Marianne's participation. Not only did she not criticize and attempt to stop the interplay between Bryan and Jan, she joined in. Unbelievably, when seeing Bryan's fingers between Jan's legs, she not only pushed them out, she replaced them with her own fingers - and left them there. As Jan confirmed later, she went further and actually finger-fucked her. Later, when Bryan was in Jan, she urged Bryan to "Fuck her harder, fuck her harder!" I wouldn't have thought that Marianne had ever even thought the word "fuck," much less said it! Finally, of course, she actually participated in the fucking by grabbing and squeezing Jan's tits. I really think that she had an orgasm of her own as they climaxed. And I just sat there, watching! Even afterwards, when my mind was clearer, I still had no idea as to what I should, or could, have done. Jan wasn't being hurt - just the opposite, in fact - and was actively cooperating with Bryan, and Marianne was shockingly involved. When I realized that, under the water, Bryan was already in Jan I had no feeling of jealousy. Truthfully, I don't know what my feelings were at the moment, but I know that my cock was very hard and that my attention was riveted on the sex show in front of me. Jacuzzi Ch. 03 When the show was over, however, that awkward time was there. Nothing was said as Bryan and Marianne headed to the guest room to change - no orchid-looking that evening! Jan hurried upstairs while I closed the Jacuzzi - a mundane task that had to be done even in a time of crisis. When I got upstairs, Jan had her caftan on, but her normal grin after sex-play with Bryan was missing. She obviously was distraught and her first words were, "Oh, Jeff, I'm so sorry! I don't know why I let that happen!" I did my best to reassure her that I wasn't angry and it may have helped her control herself as she hurried out to say goodbye. At least, her face was calm as they came up. The tension was thick, as would be expected and, of course, no one knew what to say - how do you prepare for a situation like that! Marianne did reach out and lightly touch Jan's arm and in almost whisper, say, "I'm sorry!" Bryan never looked up and obviously just wanted to leave. No long goodbye this time! When we were alone again, things were very different from what had become our post-party activities. As usual, the discussion was about sex, but it wasn't the euphoric detailing of Jan and Bryan's secretive actions. Instead, as we came into the bedroom Jan's first comment was a question, "What are we going to do about them? How am I going to face Marianne in school Monday? What does she think of me?" She went on in the same line, wondering if they would ever come back again. Asking how we would explain to the others why they weren't coming anymore. Silly social questions that flashed through her mind before she got to the critical issue, "My god, honey, he screwed me!" Then, even sillier, almost crying, "What am I going to do?" "You're not going to do anything! More to the point, you can't undo anything! Things happened and you, actually all of us, got carried away. I told you, I'm shocked, but I'm not upset. I don't blame you for anything that happened - I'm not upset, I'm not mad and we'll worry about Marianne and Bryan later. All I want right now is for you to calm down and quit worrying!" I had my arms around her hugging her, trying to console her. She was actually shaking, as much from her concern about our relationship with our friends - former friends? - as from the adulterous sex. I recognized that problem, but that was an issue for the future, not something we could face then. My own reaction at the time seemed peculiar to me, even then. I had just seen my wife engaged in vigorous sex with another man with every significant part of her body being thoroughly explored. It ended with what was obviously consensual intercourse right in front of me. She had been fucked and it hardly affected me negatively at all! Actually, the only negative thought that I'm aware of was a regret that her cunt was under water and that I couldn't see the penetration. To counter that, I do commend myself for mentally encouraging her to let go and really enjoy it. Actually, I had few coherent thoughts while things were going on, just a stream of sexual images that precluded thinking of self-evaluation. Afterwards, however, I felt that somehow it was wrong not to be angry, not to be jealous - but, for whatever reason, I just wasn't. I had never fantasized about Jan being fucked by another man - it was more of a joke between us - but when it happened in this unplanned way, I found it to be surprisingly exciting. It took a while for her to get over what was still a shocking situation and to postpone a discussion of future problems. We, then, began what, I guess, would be a "post mortem" or "debriefing" discussion of the events from our two perspectives. First though, Jan suddenly was faced with reality when she came out of the bathroom with a peculiar expression on her face. "Jeff, stuff is coming out of me! Bryan's stuff. Thank heavens that I'm on the pill! Oh, honey, he fucked me!" That made it real. We proceeded to go over the sequence of events that led to that fucking, starting with the failure of the cunt-cover. "I think that I refastened it properly because that is the thing that always scares me. I don't know what could have happened unless sitting on Bryan's knee weakened it somehow." "Well, if you're going to use it again we'll have to check the Velcro. Whatever happened, you were at least as open as you were in that practice picture. There was absolutely nothing hidden and you were like that for a long time. Damn, it was funny watching you trying to cover yourself without falling down!" "Yeah, and instead of helping me, you sat there and laughed like a hyena!" "I know, but I couldn't help myself. What was really weird was the way Marianne reacted. She was staring at your cunt and laughing more than I've ever heard her. And when she told Bryan to help you and he held you by your cunt I would have expected her to be furious, but she urged him on. I was watching her, and when your tits came out, she had the most intense look on her face as he felt you." "Well, I didn't see that, of course, but I heard her comments and, most shocking, I knew that she had her hand in my pussy and I know, without a doubt, that her finger went into me several times before she pulled away. And then later, I thought that she was trying to pull my nipples and tits right off!" "I saw that. Did you know that Bryan had his cock out and was going to try to fuck you?" "Not at first, but I felt the head touch me once and, damn, this is hard to admit, I let him put it in when he pulled me down on it. Gods, I wanted it! I don't think that I've ever been so hot! I never thought of consequences for a moment. I wanted him to fuck me with you and Marianne watching. That was part of the whole thing right from the beginning after I finally got over being horribly embarrassed - I was naked and I was being played with and I was being watched! I loved it. I never dreamed of going so far, but I loved it! Even now I feel a thrill as I think about it!" "Yeah, I could tell from the time you were wrestling with Bryan and your top came down that you were hot and I knew why. You were almost posing as you stood up. I knew that you were really into it, but I never expected you to go all the way. I'll tell you one thing, though, Marianne was right with you. Did you hear you when Bryan was in you?" "No, I was concentrating on...well...fucking myself on Bryan's cock! Damn, it's hard to admit that!" "Marianne first was telling him to take it out, that he shouldn't fuck you, but then she changed and urged him to fuck you harder! Those were her very words!" "I don't believe it - and this is the prime and proper woman who, we thought, had no interest in sex. I just don't know what to think. Either we have been completely wrong or else she was temporarily insane! Whatever, I certainly was aware of her working on my tits. Gods, it still excites me!" We continued our efforts to understand all that had happened until, finally, Jan asked, rather diffidently, "Would you like to put your cock where Bryan's was? I'd rather that you be the last to have me before I go to sleep." "I certainly want to put my cock into your cunt no matter what you have done - or who was there first! At least you'll be well lubricated!" "Funny! Damn, it's a good thing that I love you. If I weren't so hot, I'd go to bed right now! Ok, enjoy...what do they call it...oh, yes, sloppy seconds. It's the last time you'll get a chance. Jacuzzi Ch. 03 He responded, with tears forming, "Yes honey, it hurts like hell. We need to discuss it but I don't think I can take any more now." He got up quickly and went to the bathroom. He was crying and it was tearing me apart. I flopped over on the couch and cried wondering if it would have been any better if I told him right after it happened. Either way, he didn't deserve this. How could I have failed him so miserably? I don't know what time it was, but I finally cried myself to sleep on the couch wondering if I had destroyed our marriage. Al was obviously hurting. I knew, even though it was tearing my heart out, that I needed to give him space. He tried to act normally, but he was straining and we didn't talk much until the weekend. Our words were mostly "I love you or I love you too" or some variations. But they were just words; there was not the usual tender touch to them. I had nothing but restless nights and I knew he did too. Our thrashing may have been keeping the other awake. Saturday morning at breakfast he broke down as he said, "Honey, I have something that has been gnawing at me since you told me about this. I have to know. Is Alice really, truthfully mine, ours?" Before I could answer he put his head on the table and broke out into long gasping shudders with a full flow of tears. It is a good thing that there was no weapon handy because I think I would have killed myself right then, knowing the agony that I was putting the love of my life through. Through my own blubbering and tears I let him know that Alice was ours. DNA tests were done almost ten years ago. From the day Alice was born, until the DNA tests years later, I had asked the same question over and over. It had gnawed at me constantly the first couple of years and after that it would rise up and take a terrible bite out of me any time occasions would occur that would reignite the question. It was not until after the DNA tests, about ten years ago, that I had been able to put the whole affair behind me. I guess my transgression would have been forever hidden if it hadn't been for writing the stories which triggered my sudden slip about Grant and Howard. In reality though, I doubt secrets like that can ever go undetected forever. During the following week, we showed all of the outward expressions of love, but I knew that Al was struggling. I worried a great deal about him, his health, and what he was thinking. I caught him several times wiping tears from his eyes and he had no interest in doing anything social or recreational. I determined it was best to love him but let him find his own answer without my interference. One Saturday he seemed to be more like the Al I had always known and loved. He even suggested dinner and a movie tonight. After breakfast he excused himself saying he had to go to the hardware store. He was gone for over two hours and I was trying my best to keep my mind busy with household chores. Unfortunately, household chores are mostly physical and don't occupy the mind very much. About a half hour before he came home the full force and magnitude of what I had really done to us came crashing down again. I was sitting on the couch crying my eyes out when Al came in. Through my tears, I saw him set something on the table in the foyer as he rushed to me. I didn't have to tell him what was wrong and his tears turned on. After a few minutes he was able to dry up enough to say, "Honey, I'm as sorry as you are about things. I realize that it was a terrible mistake but I also know it is ancient history. That doesn't make it right, but our life over the past years has been wonderful and I am now realizing that you have probably suffered considerably with a terrible load of guilt and worry hanging over your head." I hugged him and kissed him and was a little alarmed when he broke the kiss, pushed me away, and quickly walked to the foyer. He did something with what looked like a long box and my alarm vanished when he came back. He was smiling as best he could through his tears, as he handed me the open box with a dozen roses in it. He was trying to tell me something and I had to hold my hand up to stop him. I couldn't hear a word he was saying through the flood of tears and shuddering as I was fighting for breath. I pulled him to me and we stayed locked in each others arms until I finally returned to an almost normal state. Then he said to me, "Honey, I really do love you. As I have recalled our Jacuzzi experience and your recent revelation, I have had to ask myself if, in those days, I had been put into a similar position (and he chuckled, 'with women of course'), what would I have done. I have to truthfully tell you that I really don't know, but I can see how I could have been induced, or I guess it is seduced." I responded, "Oh sweetheart, I love you so much and I am so ashamed of what I did. Can you forgive me?" He said, "The roses are supposed to say how much I love you and I forgive you the one mistake. What you have given me all of our married life can never be tarnished by one little indiscretion. I love you and let's try to push the whole thing behind us as fast as we can." We hugged and kissed and reaffirmed our love for several minutes. And then he said, "There are no more surprises that I need to know about are there? If you could have been such a little slut once, are there more?" His questions alarmed me and then I saw he was grinning at me. His words really hurt, even if he was trying to be funny, or was he? I kissed him and then said, "Honey, let's call Pam. I know she has probably forgotten the incident by now, but I want to let her know it has come out and we are handling it." Before proceeding, I need to let you know that one of the women in Pam and Neil's 'social' group contracted AIDS and passed it to Neil before she was discovered. Fortunately he did not pass it to Pam. Neil died from complications related to the disease about four years ago. Pam moved to be near her parents shortly after he was gone. They never had any children. The call to Pam was a revelation. First, we learned that Neil had known about the affair and had never let it slip to Al. What really upset me was finding out that Neil not only knew about it, he had suggested it to Pam before he left. I had been set up. I wanted to crawl through the phone and scratch her eyes out. I mentioned that I had suffered considerably for almost ten years, not knowing if Alice was really ours. Under the pretext of removing any doubt about Junior being our son, biologically, I convinced Al to let me have a DNA test done. With that as a cover, I also sneaked in a test of our daughter's DNA. My longstanding fear and suffering was ended when the DNA tests were positive. Until then I was not absolutely sure she was Al's and I often had nightmares revolving around what would happen if she really belonged to Grant or Harold. I have paid a terrible price for my inability to stand up and say, "No!" The heaviest price was the period of uncertainty about our daughter and then withholding it from Al. Knowing then what it could do and seeing now what it did do to Al was the most selfish and unloving thing a wife could ever do to a husband. I was a fool to have let it fester all these years. But, being the wonderful, strong, and understanding husband he is, the love of my life is unswerving in his drive to put the whole sequence of events behind and move on with the rest of our lives. We are serious about letting the past remain the past. I hope I can. What more can I say than to say how grateful I am that, with an absolutely perfect, loving and forgiving husband, I have escaped what could have been life ruining events. My hope is that maybe others can benefit from my mistakes. It may look and sound exciting, but DON"T GO THERE! The price tag is much higher than you expect. Jacuzzi Ch. 04 That, of course, was the end of the discussion that night, but, of course much followed the next day (Sunday) and the days that followed. An event like that, a major first, required thinking and analysis to understand motivation and desires. The surprising thing was the acceptance by both of us that the sexual intercourse (if you would call it that) was not the crucial part of what happened. Obviously, it was of considerable importance - true in any marriage - but I wasn't bothered by it and, while she frankly admitted enjoying it, for Jan the real pleasure came from being watched, not the act itself. None the less, several times during the day the reality that she had committed adultery hit her and it did affect her. For my part, I recognized that I had enjoyed the whole show, but I didn't consider myself to be a "wife-watcher" as the term is usually used. Watching her being fucked wasn't the real motivation - it was watching her in an overall erotic setting having fun. I certainly had no desire to set up a situation just to have her screwed. Maybe that was just rationalization, but I really didn't care about applying a term to my feelings anyway. Jan had, at least overcome her initial panic about our relationship with Marianne and Bryan and, while still worried about seeing her the following day in school, she decided to let her make the first move. Marianne's brief apology led her to hope that it would blow over - although this was not some ordinary faux pas which could be ignored. We still could not understand Marianne's actions, so that would just have to remain a mystery, at least until Monday. Jan was really nervous as she prepared for school and her inevitable meeting with Marianne. They both had taught there for many years and almost always ate lunch together in the school cafeteria. As you can imagine, the situation was tense while they ate and talked in a stilted way in a room filled with elementary students. Neither was able to eat much and, when finished, Marianne hesitantly said, "Why don't we go into the teacher's lounge. I...I think that we need to talk. To an outside observer it probably looked as if they were headed to their doom - and they felt that way. Fortunately for Jan, Marianne spoke first, blurting out, "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry about Saturday night! I don't know what came over me and," grimacing, "Bryan. I did and said things that I've never dreamed of saying or doing and, of course, Bryan did something that was beyond belief. I think that we both were out of our minds! I don't know how you could do it, but please forgive me...no, us." A load fell off Jan's back at that point. "Marianne, of course I forgive you! We may all have been out of our minds. It was a weird situation when," blushing furiously, "I was exposed so explicitly as I was getting out of the Jacuzzi. Everything just went wild from there. I've never have been embarrassed and humiliated as when I was caught like that. I couldn't move forward, I couldn't get back and I couldn't cover myself - it was awful!" "I know, and instead of getting up and helping you, I just sat there and laughed!" "Yes, and that's just what my husband did too. I'm afraid that I would have done the same because the situation was funny - except for me! It was my own fault for I obviously didn't get the crotch piece closed properly.' "That may be true, but, and I'm embarrassed to admit this, the real reason that I didn't get up and help was that I couldn't take my eyes off of your...your..." "Pussy?" "Yes, your pussy. I've never seen one exposed like that and, I'm ashamed to admit, I was fascinated and...this is hard to say...aroused by it. You know that I'm not a lesbian, but it excited me and, from that time on, I...I don't recognize myself or understand the way I acted. Instead of stopping him, I urged Bryan on and he took advantage of you - and I helped him! He...he even screwed you and I helped! How can you ever forgive me?" "Marianne, you're taking too much blame on yourself! Yes, I was embarrassed by showing my pussy like that and if there had been a hole to hide in, I would have jumped for it. I was also embarrassed by everyone laughing at me and the situation as I sat there on Bryan's knee. However, as you must have seen, I got over that pretty quickly as I sat there struggling with Bryan. You weren't the only one who got excited and did things she shouldn't have done. I'm going to be honest. I knew what was happening and I could have gotten up and left the Jacuzzi, but I didn't. I let things happen - I let my top come down, exposing my breasts, I let Bryan feel me and I didn't stop the things that led to Bryan having me. This may shock you, but, while in my normal mind I never would have let those things happen, I don't regret them - even being screwed!" Marianne looked at her bug-eyed. "Do you really mean that? What about Jeff?" Jan looked at her warily, wondering if she had gone too far. Seeing nothing but curiosity and shock, she replied, "I certainly do mean it. I can't believe it either and I've gone over it in my mind a million times since Saturday and I honestly have no regrets. Jeff is not upset or concerned at all. He said that events just flowed from one to another and he saw no reason to intervene. He could have stopped it at any time, but he just didn't. He said that it was very sexy to watch, I obviously was really into it - and you were too - so he just sat back and let things take their course. I think that we were all under some kind of spell." "I can't believe this. Oh, Jan, I'm so relieved. I've felt so guilty all day yesterday. I'm still bothered, though, by my...well, 'being into it' as Jeff said. Actually, I think that I was really 'out of it' as far as my mind was. Bryan, of course, did the main thing, and I don't blame him for that, but I know that I...well, I touched you and I may have hurt you!" Jan grinned at her, probably the first expression like that since Saturday, and replied, "No, you didn't really hurt me, but my breasts, particularly the nipples were a bit sore yesterday, but they're fine today. I shouldn't say this, but it felt good when you did it! You really were into it!" The bell rang at that point so further discussion had to be postponed, but Marianne went to her class feeling much happier while blushing deeply from Jan's last remark. They continued to meet every day at school, of course, and over the next several weeks a greater understanding grew between them, conversations that between quite personal and were conveyed to me by Jan. It turned that we were both correct and incorrect about Marianne. As we probably should have realized, as the mother of two grown children, she knew all the words (e.g. fuck) but just didn't use them. She really wasn't so much prudish as uninterested. She and Bryan did have sex, as two adult children attested, but she just didn't get much out of it. She admitted that she had never been as aroused as she was that Saturday night. Jan, in return, admitted, without details, that she enjoyed displaying herself - talking about the topless beach, not the shoe store type exposure. She made it quite clear that that tendency probably accounted for her behavior in the Jacuzzi. Inevitably, Marianne asked about the body suit. It had become obvious that Bryan had not confessed anything about his and Jan's nefarious underwater or Jacuzzi area sex-play, so the real reason for the open crotch suit was still a secret. She replied honestly, if evasively, that we always go in the water nude when we're alone and that she was just more comfortable with as little coverage as possible under water. She even said, truthfully, that she changed to the body suit because she just couldn't take her bikini pants down when people were there. Marianne's response was surprising. "I've never been in the water without a suit, but I bet that it does feel good." Then, showing how she had become much freer in language and thought, and making Jan do a double take, she added, "Good heavens, I wonder what Bryan thought about you sitting there with your pussy bare! Well, if it feels better open, keep doing it, and as far as I'm concerned, you can wear the bikini and take the pants off once you're in. Nobody would know so what difference would it make." That statement really illustrated the change Jan saw in Marianne after that Saturday night. That she would speculate about how Bryan would even think about Jan being open under the water just never would have happened. That she would use the word "pussy" without hesitation was surprising in itself. There was no way she could ever suggested that it would be ok for Jan to take her pants off - that just would not have happened either. Jan and I spent quite a bit of time, primarily in bed in the evening, talking about these revelations, particularly having discovered that Marianne wasn't really interested in sex because she just didn't get much out of it. She didn't go into that much at that time, but Jan and I speculated about what she and Bryan did in bed, wondering if he did anything to engage her since he wasn't particularly sophisticated person in other ways. As might be expected, Marianne didn't go into details as to why she wasn't interested in sex. In conversations with others over the years, she was always very reluctant to divulge any personal experiences or beliefs on any sexual subjects and she showed disinterest or disapproval if anyone else did so. This attitude definitely made other people hesitant to discuss such things in her presence. Now, however, when she and Jan were talking in a private situation (usually after lunch), she would frequently refer back to the events of that night or to related subjects. On several occasions, for example, she commented, approvingly, on our being nude in the Jacuzzi when alone and, surprisingly given her past prudishness, referred to Jan's professed desire to be exposed under the water in a favorable way. Each time she did so, she repeated her comment that Jan should just take her pants off underwater if she wanted to. Jan recounted these conversations, of course, leading to speculation on our part. "She made that suggestion again today, and it almost seems that she is urging me to do it!" "Yeah, this is at least the third time you've mentioned it. I can't help but wonder if she just wants to see you naked again. As I've said before, after watching her stare at your cunt the way she did and considering the way she acted afterwards, it would make sense." "I know. I can't help wondering the same thing. I can't believe that she ever would have accepted someone doing something like that - sitting half naked in the Jacuzzi with people around - or alone, for that matter! In addition, she made that comment about wondering what Bryan thought about me being open under the water. Bryan evidently didn't tell her about anything we did but she seems to assume that he knew about my pussy being bare. Why would she think that? Maybe I misunderstood her. In any case, she's seen him feel me and, even, screw me. Would she expect me let him feel me if I didn't have pants on?' "Or would she want to feel you afterwards!" "Oh, I won't go that far - at least I don't think so. One thing is certain. Our lunch time conversations are not quite the banal, mundane things they were." "How do you feel? Would you like to have your pants off with everyone there?" "I'm sure that I'd love it, but I'd be too scared. What if I had to get out? What if Doug looked down through the water and saw that I was naked and told Susan? I suppose that I could take them off after only the four of us were left, but what would that mean - or what would they think it meant? I'd better stick to my open-pussy bodysuit. That's adventurous enough. I don't even know about that, however. Do I even want to start with Bryan again? Gods, he's had me once - would he want to try me when you two were in the plant room. We've got to think of all those things before we have them all over again. It might be best to go back to everyone being together after the Jacuzzi to be safe." "Well, you think about it. Whatever you want - or whatever you're comfortable with - is ok with me. You know, all this started about...what...a year and a half ago wasn't it? Just after Joan went away to school. Now she's half way through her sophomore year and in that time you've not only shown yourself completely but you've, unbelievably, been fucked. Even, in a way, been involved in a threesome - although that might be a stretch. You've certainly done far more than either of us could have conceived of, so maybe that's enough. You decide." "Well, if we're going to have everyone over this Saturday, I think that I'll wear the bodysuit and open the pussy-cover, as always. I won't say anything about it ahead of time, but if she asks, I'll tell her. Then what I do will depend, I guess, on her response. I'm sure that Bryan will want to feel me as before, but, if she knows I'm open, he may not dare do anything. Regardless, it probably would be better if we didn't do the plant room thing. I don't know. We'll see what happens tomorrow when we talk. Anyway, she certainly sounded pleased when we talked on the phone." When we got home the following day, it was obvious that Jan had something on her mind, something out of the ordinary. "Marianne's first comment today was how happy she was that we were getting together on Saturday. She didn't say so directly, but I think that she had been having some of the same qualms I had about the impact that sex would have on our social life. Anyway, we talked about a bunch of school things while we were eating, but afterwards, when we were alone in the lounge, the first thing she asked was if I was going to wear my bikini instead of the bodysuit. I told her just what I decided yesterday and that I thought that I would stick to what I had been wearing. I was really surprised when she immediately said that I probably would prefer wearing the two piece suit because it would be more fun. I decided not to be coy and pretend that I didn't understand what she meant - that I would enjoy having the pants off under the water. I just admitted that she might be right, but I said that I would be afraid of something going wrong. "It was obvious that she was disappointed but she seemed to understand my fears. However, she really shocked me when she went on, blithely assuming (correctly, but still shocking that she would say it), that with the crotch piece open I would, in her words, 'have my pussy exposed under the water!' I'm sure my face showed how startled I was at that and it got worse as she went on to say how happy Bryan would be! I don't what shocked me more, her comment about my pussy or what appeared to be her assumption that Bryan would feel me! This from a woman who, a few weeks ago, would never say the word 'pussy' unless referring to a cat!" "My god, she has changed! You're right, that is shocking, but, for me, one of the most surprising things is her total lack of concern, or being the least bit bothered by, Bryan's role in all of this. After all, he was feeling everything you have right in front of her and, more, went beyond that and actually fucked you. Now, unless you misinterpreted her comment, she seems to assume he's free to feel you again - and she doesn't mind! As you say, the fact that she is correct doesn't make it any less surprising, particularly coming from her." "Yeah, and to top it off, as she was leaving, she turned back and said, 'I still think that you should wear the bikini!' It is tempting, particularly with her entreaties, but I'm just not able to get past the danger. I still wonder what she's thinking." When Saturday came, Jan went with the conservative plan - bodysuit and, since Marianne, for whatever reason, didn't mention the orchids, we all dried off together. Bryan played with Jan's cunt as he had before, she carefully refastened the Velcro connection before she got up and, when she stretched to get out, the cunt-cover held firm. It was sort of a let-down for everybody, I think, but, still, the activity under water would have been astounding just a year or so ago. Nothing specific was said between Jan and Marianne about that under water activity, but the casual comments made it pretty obvious that Marianne knew what was happening. After that tame evening, there was less conversation of a sexual nature between them, but there had been a real intimacy between them and Marianne did not revert to her rather puritanical attitude. Things changed when, about a month later, we, again, invited our friends over for games and the Jacuzzi, and, almost immediately, Marianne inquired about what Jan planned to wear. Informed that she probably was going to wear the bodysuit again, Marianne urged her, more strongly than ever, to wear the two-piece suit. We had wondered whether she would raise the issue again - and she had. We had speculated as to why she was so interested and my interpretation was that she was interested in, at least, seeing Jan's cunt. I couldn't help remembering how she had stared that last time and the way she had acted afterwards. Jan had a hard time accepting that theory, but she had nothing better to offer. In any case, several times that week Marianne urged her to wear the bikini and, finally, on Friday afternoon, Jan just asked, "Marianne, do you honestly want me to wear the two piece suit?" "Yes, I think that you would really enjoy it." "I enjoy the bodysuit. When the crotch piece is open I get the pleasure of being exposed under the water - and my pussy is available." That last statement was difficult to say because pretty much confirmed the unspoken sex-play with Bryan. "In addition, I'm still worried that someone might see me." Interestingly, it obviously was accepted that the reason for a two-piece suit was that she could take the pants off under water. "Why should I take the risk when I'm already having fun with it? Do you really want me to do it anyway? If you really want me to do it, I will. Do you?" As Jan described it, Marianne sat there, looking stunned. She looked away, blushing and finally was able to force herself to reply, "Yes." Then, embarrassed, after a pause, "Yes, I don't really know why, but yes, I do." Jan didn't leave her hanging. She reached over and hugged her, saying with real affection, "Ok, honey, if you want me to, I wear it tomorrow night!" Then, to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere, "I just hope that Doug won't see through the water!" When Jan walked into the house I knew that something of importance had occurred, but I wasn't prepared for what I heard when she recounted that conversation. She had been dead set against removing her pants under the water because of fear of exposure - she loved exposure, but this was different. Given her repeated suggestions in the recent past, I wasn't the least bit surprised at Marianne's urging Jan to wear the bikini, but it was totally unexpected that, even under Jan's insistent questioning, she would admit that she, herself, wanted Jan to do it - not for Jan's desire to be nude under the water, but for herself. However, I was almost equally astonished that Jan had said that she would do it if Marianne really wanted her to. "Why did you do that? You were adamant that you were afraid to sit there like that and intended to stay with the bodysuit. Yet, when Marianne made her usual suggestion that you should go to the bikini because you would enjoy it, you practically forced her to admit that her real desire was to see you herself. You said 'if you really want me to do it, I will,' putting the decision in her hands! Now you've promised to wear it tomorrow night. Why?" "Damn it, I honestly don't know. It was on the spur of the moment. At that moment I just wanted to know what was actually on her mind. We've been speculating on the things she did that time and I was curious about her true motivation - wondering if seeing, and, and maybe, touching me, again was what she wanted." Jacuzzi Ch. 04 "Well, you certainly know now that it's more than an innocent desire on her part to help you enjoy yourself - which is no surprise. Now, you know that I have no problem with you showing off to them; completely naked for that matter. I don't even have any problem with Bryan fucking you again if that is what you want. I just think that you need to know just what it is that you really do want." "That's the problem - I don't know what I really want. I've been thinking about exactly that. I have no particular desire to be fucked again, but, and I'm shocked to be saying this, I certainly wouldn't fight against it if I were in that same situation. As you know, after the first embarrassment faded away, I really enjoyed being naked with them last time. I don't think I've said this before specifically, but I liked knowing that you were watching. I think that I felt safe that you were there and, obviously, not upset. It would be even better now that I know that you approve. "The thing that I've had to come to terms with, to accept, is that I really liked her being interested. I knew when her hands replaced his on my pussy. While Bryan was fucking me, I was aware of her hands on my tits - and I liked it, even when it hurt. Good god, this is hard to admit but I think that I would like her to do it again! I think that I said what I did to her today because I wanted her to know that I would take my pants off if she wanted me to! I wanted to admit that I was not doing it because it felt good under the water." "This is unexpected! You haven't said anything like this before! Do you want to have sex with her?" "I'm a hell of a long way from saying that! No...well... I'd like to have my legs spread open again, showing my pussy to her. I'd like her to put her hand on my tits and pussy and feel me, maybe even finger me. I guess, in a way, that is having sex with her with me just being seen and played with - rather one-sided, but that does appeal to me. Maybe this is just an extreme form of exhibitionism, but it excites me! The thing is, she's changed so much in this brief period of time. For whatever the reason, she is much more open, particularly about sex." "That wouldn't take much!" "Yeah, I know. But...look, we've been friends, good, close friends, for years but we've been much closer since that night. I think that the things we did would either drive us apart or move us closer together. I was afraid that it would be the former - and she feared the same thing - but we definitely are closer. I would have expected to be repelled by having another woman touching me but I certainly wasn't! Of course, I would have been horrified at the thought of another man screwing me, but I wasn't. Maybe I'm just depraved!" "Don't be ridiculous. You may be immodest by normal standards and you have certainly have engaged in a surprising level of sexual activity with enthusiasm, but you hardly are debouched - let's say that you are adventurous, not morally depraved! Regardless, I have to admit that this comes as a surprise. Combining sex and Marianne in the same sentence never would have occurred to me, although, she did seem different when they were here last time. Maybe there's some sex appeal there after all. In any case, I certainly have no objection if there's mutual attraction. Go for it and see what happens. There's one important thing, though. Your concern about Doug looking down through the water when he gets out was valid. Other than that, it should be fun knowing that you are sitting there with no pants on. Now, if Susan were to take Marianne's place, I might join in!" "If it were Susan instead of Marianne, I'd probably keep my pants on! I've been thinking about the problem with Doug and I think that I should be safe if, before you turn the lights back up, I spread my suit pants over me. It won't be long and, through the water, it should look normal." "Ok, that should work. Tomorrow night it is, then." Jacuzzi Ch. 05 With this new development, the following night took on a different level of significance. While the games were fun, this time we were more eager to get to the Jacuzzi. Things were routine as everyone got in until Jan showed up in the two-piece suit she hadn't worn for a long time. I think that it was Lois who commented on it first, merely noticing the change, while both Doug and Tim made enthusiastic, jocular observations about improving the landscape. I dimmed the lights and, as planned, I directed a question at Doug to get his attention while Jan worked her pants down over her hips and down her legs. I watched her, out of the corner of my eyes as she quickly raised her bottom off of the seat, shortly afterwards reach down into the water and, then sit back with a smile on her face. I knew that she was sitting in the Jacuzzi naked below the waist and, undoubtedly, was hotter than the water. I'll admit that I was surprised at how arousing it was to know that my wife was sitting in the Jacuzzi completely naked under the water with six other people right around her and that one of those people undoubtedly was playing with her cunt! I guess it was the danger of exposure (literally) combined with the erotic situation that caused that reaction, but it gave the whole situation a thrill that I hadn't expected. Lois and Tim finally left, followed by Susan and Doug, with no one the wiser, leaving the four main characters in the drama. Not surprisingly, there was a period of awkwardness as we sat there in the Jacuzzi engaged in desultory conversation, not knowing what to do or what to say. Finally, it was Marianne who broke the ice, asking Jan, bluntly, "How did it feel with your pants off? Was it exciting?" Jan made no coquettish response or pretended reluctance to reply as, with a wide smile, she brought her bikini pants up out of the water, wrung them out and put them out on the deck. Almost smugly, she replied, "It was very exciting, sitting here like that with everyone around. It was a bit scary at first, but I got over that pretty quickly. I love being in the Jacuzzi naked. In fact, what do I need this for?" As she said that, she calmly reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and put it with her pants. She just sat there, now completely naked, her cunt still beneath the water and her tits barely hidden just below the surface. She just sat there with amazing aplomb, showing absolutely no sign of embarrassment. It was very impressive. At that point I turned the lights up, fully illuminating her nude body through the water. There was nothing there that we hadn't seen before - or felt, for that matter - but the insouciance with which she posed there was perfect. There was complete silence for at least a minute before anyone reacted, the first, I believe, was a "Wow!" from Bryan. Then, Marianne recovered to ask questions like, "Did you have any problem taking then off? Were you scared when Jeff put the lights up? Did you have your legs open?" It was shocking in a way to hear her, for it certainly would not have happened a few months ago. Jan replied very succinctly, "No, while Jeff talked to Doug distracting him, I just slide them down. Yes I was scared the first time, but I put my pants over me when the lights were on and I knew that I was hidden." To the most personal question, she answered with a grin at Bryan, "Yes, my legs were wide open. Very accessible!" She made it very clear that Bryan knew about her spread legs. I could tell that she was really hot from that and the way she flaunted her nakedness, nipples hard as rocks, aimed directly at Marianne. We just sat there, staring at her, really having nothing to say and just waiting for the next step. After about another five or so minutes of this and she finally took that step by saying, as she usually did after enough time in the water, "I'm getting water-logged, I think I'll get out." I don't know if the others were disappointed, thinking that she meant to end the show, but, if so, that disappointment quickly vanished. Without haste, she stood up, displaying her triangle of cunt hair for the first time that night. Turning, showing her curvy bare bottom, she stepped up onto the seat, raised her right leg and straddled the Jacuzzi rim - and got stuck, one leg in, one leg out. There she stood, blatantly exposing her entire cunt like the last time, but without the frantic struggle to get her legs together! If anything, the cunt was opened even wider than the last time, the lips spread further, the hole, itself, a deep red tunnel going up into her. The last time she hadn't expected to show anything - the cunt-cover was supposedly in place - but this time she was highly excited and was just deliberately exposing herself in the most brazen way possible. That, of course, was the real difference between last time and this time and, as a result, the atmosphere was completely different. Then, Jan had innocently made her usual, often ineffective, effort to climb over the rim onto the deck. She was fully dressed and was looking forward to giving Bryan a private viewing of her "charms." She did not expect to have the cunt-cover open up and completely expose her cunt. When that happened, it was funny - to the watchers, not to her. There were gales of laughter at her frantic and futile efforts to cover herself. So you had amusement combined with an extraordinarily erotic view of every detail between her legs. This time there was no laughter. Instead of accidentally having her cunt exposed, she was now completely naked and was fully aware of what she was showing. The same place between her legs was on display, but it was deliberately being shown. The result was a completely different atmosphere as we all focused on the most intimate part of her body. Even I, who had been seeing her cunt for many years, was fascinated, seeing it in a completely different light as she openly exposed it. As she had last time, Marianne was staring fixedly at Jan's displayed cunt with a different expression that I only can say looked yearning, as if she really wanted something. Before, she was shocked and aroused, but this time it was more than that. Her face was almost as fascinating as the view of Jan's cunt because it was so revealing. At that point I was certain that our speculations about her sexual interests had been correct. Jan was facing Bryan so her hips were turned away from him, but he leaned out around her and he, too, stared between her legs. This time I had anticipated the action taking place in the Jacuzzi rather than outside of it, so I had set up a camera facing the section where Jan and Bryan sat. Looking at that scene later, it looked almost as if both Marianne and Bryan were hypnotized as they peered, unmoving, at Jan's cunt. So, the eyes of three people were focused like lasers on those few square inches between her legs. Not a word was said. She just stood there, half in and half out of the Jacuzzi, letting them look at her. Her hips had been in the water, so, of course, she was wet all over, but the moisture on and, particularly, inside her vagina was different. There was no question that she was extremely excited, a fact confirmed by the way her hips were swaying back and forth. I had no idea at the time how long that tableau held, but later I timed it on the video and it was a full minute, a long time for her to stay poised over the Jacuzzi rim. At that point, she began to try to pull her leg back over the rim, breaking the thrall-like power the scene held over us. Both Bryan and Marianne jumped up to help her, but it was obvious that their help was self-serving as well as solicitous. Marianne was in his way so that Bryan couldn't get around to Jan's extended leg, so he conveniently reached under her arms and, grasping her breasts, attempted to pull her back into the Jacuzzi. At the same time, Marianne was helping Jan get her leg lifted over the rim, but, as they succeeded, her hand slid directly onto her cunt - and stayed there! With Bryan pulling her, using her tits as handles. Jan ended up half reclining across him with one leg on the seat, the other on the bottom. That left her legs wide apart with Marianne's hand between them, presumably "helping" Bryan pulling her upright. I couldn't see exactly what was going on, so I reached over and turned off the Jacuzzi power, leaving us in a relatively quiet pool of clear water. There was still some turbulence as they moved around, but I could see Marianne's fingers moving between Jan's legs. There really was no effort at concealment - Bryan was fondling and squeezing Jan's tits and Marianne was playing with her cunt. Actually, I'm sure that Marianne was just immersed in a sexual frenzy, not really thinking but I'm sure that Bryan had a goal in mind pretty quickly. Still holding her by her breasts, her pulled her up until, as last time, she was sitting on his knee, her back toward him with Marianne's back toward me. As he had last time, he was sliding Jan's cunt back and forth over his leg. I couldn't see exactly what Marianne was doing but I thought that she might be kissing Jan's tits as Bryan held them. Her hand remained at Jan's cunt, sliding with it as Bryan moved her. They stayed in that position for some time, him gripping her breasts, until, abruptly, he stood Jan up, turned her around, dislodging Marianne's hand, and sat her back down, straddling his knees. His purpose was clear for his erect cock was visible when she was standing up. It must have been out all along, for both hands had been on her tits the entire time. This time there was no question of what was going to happen - no objections from Marianne, no "don't you dare" from Jan. As soon as Jan had been turned around to face Bryan, Marianne began running her hand all over her ass, even, it appeared, over her asshole. In the clear water I could see what was hidden the last time, the joining of cock and cunt. Bryan, with his hands holding her by her hips, he began raising and lowering Jan on his cock. It was quite evident that she was as into it as he, crouched over, and going up and down and writhing about, getting the cock in as deeply as possible. They were moving violently, sending waves of water across the Jacuzzi, actually splashing enough to block the view. While this vigorous fucking was going on, Marianne reached up with one hand, grasping Jan's left tit and virtually mauling it. I couldn't see too well because Jan's back was partially turned toward me, but as Jan and Bryan twisted about I got a glimpse of Marianne's fingers sinking into the tit as she squeezed it and pinched the nipple. Most surprising - actually shocking considering her past attitude - the fingers of her right hand was between Jan's legs, evidently feeling the junction of cunt and cock while the thumb appeared to be at her asshole. She had dropped onto her knees in the water so her face was just above Jan's waist, making it easy to reach the tit and the ass. All three of them were lost in the orgasmic pleasure of this adulterous fucking. With the Jacuzzi motor off, the only sounds in the room were the groans and gasps, the splashing of the water and, as the first time, Marianne muttering incessantly, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Actually, all three were just too aroused to last too long. Jan began to move almost spastically, squirming and writhing as she reached orgasm. Bryan soon followed. Whether Marianne actually climaxed I'm not sure, but she certainly moved her pelvis up and down as if she were. Me? My cock was as hard as it ever has been. I'm certain that if I had touched it, the Jacuzzi would have had a spray of cum. Truthfully, I was so entranced by the erotic sex show in front of me that I just watched. Obviously, I knew that it was my wife being taken right in front of me and that her female friend was deeply involved, but that personal aspect of it was secondary to just watching a pornographic scene play out in front of me. Somehow, it didn't seem real, just an unbelievable show. Obviously, I knew it real but it was only afterwards that I thought of doing anything myself. This time, like the first one, I was an observer, not a participant. If it had gone on longer, I might have been compelled by my own desire to join in, but I really don't know how I could have since the three were so engaged with each other. In any case, when the various explosions had run their course, all three of them just collapsed against each other as they gasped and panted, trying to recapture their breath and get their heartbeats under control. Jan was slumped against Bryan while Marianne, still on her knees, was resting her head on Jan's hip, her right hand still on the hip with the fingers still between the cheeks of her ass. It was quite a scene. Marianne, the one least depleted by the expense of energy, was the first to recover and, as she sat up, she pulled her fingers away as if they were on a hot burner She struggled to her feet and sat down, a bemused, almost unbelieving, look on her face. The other two revived at almost the same time, but just sat there for almost a minute before Jan pulled up off of Bryan's cock and forced herself to her feet. Being an observer sometimes pays benefits as in this case where I could watch several people's expressions and actions after they had participated in an event in which they had been totally out of control - one in which afterwards they might well ask themselves, "My god, what did I do...what was I thinking...what does he (or she or they) think of me?" There's a combination, in varying degrees, of exhilaration, shame, apprehension and probably many other things that people feel at times like that. For these three, this time was somewhat different from the first since some sexual activity had been anticipated, but their reaction still differed from each other. Bryan rarely spoke in normal situations, so his quietness would be expected and "exhilaration" probably was his feeling. Jan really had orchestrated the whole business in a way and, while being quite that blatant was not natural to her, she loved the exposure and, she freely admitted, loved the sex, even being fucked. For Marianne, however, it was different. She had done things that were completely out of her comfort zone, things she probably had never anticipated doing. Did she go too far...was what she had done perverted... would Jan be upset...why did she want to do those things - thoughts that bedeviled her while, at the same time, she knew that she had loved what she had done. You could see the negative thoughts playing across her face as she dried. Still, even she recovered sufficiently enough that smiles were exchanged instead of the glum, worried drawn looks of last time. It was peculiar seeing Marianne and Bryan using their towels and putting on their robes while Jan, while drying off, and even afterwards, just stood there, completely naked, enjoying her nudity in front of them. She made a pretty picture, her tits red, nipples swollen and turgid from the rough play, her cunt hair fluffy, drawing eyes to her crotch which had just been the center of attention - she loved it! The sex was over, but she was still relishing the exposure. It was still awkward then and when upstairs saying goodnight. On the one hand, the events in the Jacuzzi were too momentous to ignore but, what do you say? Should Bryan compliment Jan on how good it felt to fuck her? Should Marianne say how much she enjoyed feeling Jan's cunt? Maybe Jan could thank them both for working her over so well! On the other, the banal "Thank you for coming" hardly was enough. Finally, Jan found a middle ground as they were leaving by simply saying, with a meaningful smile, "That was fun tonight. I really enjoyed it." That lightened the mood and they happily smiled back, saying that they had too. There was one final point of interest which might - or might not - be important and presage events in the future. When we were saying good night, Jan gave Bryan a light kiss as they were leaving, barely touching lips, something she always did. She always did the same thing with Marianne - a light kiss, sometimes almost an "air kiss." This time, while not making a big deal of it, the kiss was directly on the lips and it was a real kiss for fifteen seconds or more. Marianne clearly responded. They were barely out of the door before we hurried into the bedroom to discuss what had turned out to be a fabulous evening. However, there was something to do before we started - my cock was ready for her cunt! She was ready too and, as I came down on her she said, "I don't think that I have ever been this hot! This whole evening has been wild - I was completely naked in front of them - just standing there naked!" She proved her excitement by humping up at me as soon as I was in. I was equally ready after watching that erotic display she had put on in the Jacuzzi, a sex show far more arousing than any porno production that I had ever seen. It was not an intercourse session where there was a mutual buildup to a final climax - we both were near that climax when we started. I swear that her orgasm began as soon as she was penetrated and just continued as I pounded into her. Of course, I didn't last long with all that evening's stimulation, so our final mutual explosion came quickly. We lay there for a few minutes, recovering, before saying anything as I rolled off to the side. Suddenly, she started giggling, and as I looked quizzically at her she grinned and said, "I guess I was wrong! You did get sloppy seconds again!" That earned her a resounding slap on her ass as she tried, futilely, to get away from what she knew was coming! "I told you not to be cute! If you're going to get your cunt fucked by another man, I expect to be treated with respect!" Then, grinning myself, I went on. "That was quite a kiss you gave Marianne - Bryan fucks you and all he gets is a peck on the lips. What's going on?" Jan sobered up quickly as she replied, "I really don't know - it was just a spur of the moment thing. I suddenly felt a burst of affection for her and, I'm shocked to admit, some sexual attraction. I don't know...the whole evening and the way she was playing with me made me feel different about her right then. By tomorrow it may have worn off, but it was a very intense experience. Last time was such a total surprise and I was into it before I really knew what was happening. This time I knew what was coming and I was more aware of individual things that she was doing." "Look, why don't you start at the beginning - taking you pants of - rather than mixing everything up out of order." "Yeah, that makes sense. Well, as I told Marianne, I had no trouble taking the pants off. Doug was looking at you the whole time. Gods, it felt sexy as I just sat back, naked below the waist, actually below my bra, talking to everyone, knowing how shocked they would be if they could have seen through the water. I don't know why that excites me so much, but it does. Bryan immediately reached down and went right to my pussy and really began to play with me. I half turned toward him, put my right leg up over his knee and just enjoyed it. My legs were wide open with no bodysuit in the way. "When Lois and Tim were ready to leave and I knew that you were going to raise the lights, I spread the pants over me and I could tell that I looked fully covered. I did the same when Susan and Doug left, of course. Then it was just a question of how to get started with really showing off. I'll admit that I was a bit nervous because I couldn't just announce that I had no pants on, but they had to know. There was that awkward period when no one said anything or knew how to get things started. It was weird - everyone knew what was going on but no one mentioned 'the elephant in the room.' "Fortunately, Marianne finally broke the ice and everything naturally followed. I felt wonderful! I held the pants up, said my legs were wide open, looking right at Bryan as if for confirmation. Then, as you saw, I was so hot that I just took by bra off and sat there completely naked! I had to have been hot to have done that, but I loved it. Sitting there completely naked like that undoubtedly was the most exciting thing I had ever done - doing something outrageous, being the unquestioned center of attention - it was wonderful and probably gave me the courage to do what I did next. Jacuzzi Ch. 05 "All week I had thought of it, but I doubted that I would have the nerve, but I did! I just stood up, stepped on the seat and put my leg up over the rim, totally opening myself, exposing everything between by legs! I could feel my pussy spreading open and I knew that they could see right into me." "You certainly were right. I think that you were more open than that first picture and we could see where your tonsils had been! Seriously, I never dreamed that you would go that far. I expected a flash, maybe a long flash, but you just posed there while we all studied your cunt! It was amazing!" "It certainly was not a flash - I waited for someone to do something but no one did and I just couldn't hold that position any longer. Fortunately, both of them jumped up to 'help' me and that is when the real fun began. Marianne moved first and grabbed my leg to help get it back into the Jacuzzi, while Bryan grabbed me by my tits and started to pull me in. I don't know if you could tell, but Marianne's hand went directly to my pussy and, I think, stayed there the rest of the time, even when Bryan's cock went in. Half the time she actually had at least one finger in me, usually finger-fucking me. "Bryan dragged me, by my tits, onto his knee and, like last time, slid me back and forth - that really felt good on my pussy. Marianne's finger wasn't in then - I was flat on his knee - but it was moving back and forth with me, rubbing my clit. I don't know how she did it, but at the same time I felt her other hand on my right tit. Bryan had his hand around it, squeezing it into a cone, I think, and she had her fingers on it working on my nipple. I don't how she did it, but somehow she managed to get close enough to kiss and suck the nipple!" "She was kneeling in the water so she could get at you. I thought that she was kissing your tit, but I was behind her and couldn't see." "That explains it. I couldn't see how she could get to my pussy and tit at the same time. She was sucking my nipple for most of the time; I think that she may have left some marks on the tit, itself. Anyway, you saw Bryan turn me around so I was facing him, straddling his knees, and lowered me onto his cock. It just slid into me with no trouble—I certainly was well lubricated - and he fucked me again! At that point I think that anybody or, maybe, anything could have gotten into me. I was so hot and so far gone that I simply was open and available. "Again, I don't know much you could see because Marianne was between you and me, but I could feel her fingers on my pussy and she must have felt his cock going in and out of me as I moved up and down. Then, she moved both hands up to my tits and, I swear, squeezed them worse than the last time - her hand was around them with her thumb and a finger trying, it seemed, to flatten my nipples. It hurt and excited me at the same time and I know that I'll be bruised tomorrow. But I loved it right then! "Something else too. When she was feeling my pussy when Bryan was pulling me down from the step, she definitely was fingering my...my..." "Asshole." "Ok, my asshole - I don't like that word! I'm certain that her fingertip went in a few times. Then, when we were fucking and her fingers were on my pussy, I felt her thumb doing the same thing. It's funny how you can be concentrating on one thing, like being fucked, and be aware of other things. I was really lost to the world as I pounded up and down, but I'm sure she was touching me there before she moved up to my tits." "Well, of course, I couldn't see all of those things, but I knew that her hands were all over you. When you were finished and the three of you just collapsed on each other, I could see better because the water wasn't stirred up. You were slumped forward over Bryan and I could make out that his cock was still in you. In addition, her hands had left your tits and her right hand was resting on your bottom with its fingers on or in the crack. I hope that the camera caught all of this. It's at a different angle, a little to the side and quite a bit higher." The camera did, indeed, show the things we had talked about and, even, more, e.g. Bryan taking his cock out of his pants as soon as Susan and Doug left, obviously anticipating what was to come. The thing that got Jan's attention, however, was the display she made as she stood on the seat and put her leg over the rim. I stopped the recording and we both gaped at how clear and how explicit the image was. "Good god," she gasped, as the camera showed in high definition every detail of her cunt. "I can't believe that it looked like that! I was incredibly hot right then to do that at all, but if I had known how it would look, I might have been afraid to do it. Damn! No, that was brazen but I probably would have done it anyway. You were right - I can see right into me. Look at how wet I was and how it actually glistens in the light. I'm absolutely mortified, but, I'll admit, I'm excited at the same time. They actually looked right between my legs which I held open for them like a woman in a porno film. "You know, I'm really embarrassed looking at that picture, watching myself doing something that is indecent by almost any standard - certainly indecent by my own standards - but I'm getting excited by looking at it and thinking that they were looking at me! It feels perverted to me and I disapprove of it, but it excites me and, while it sort of disturbs be to admit it, I'd probably do it again! I don't like it - but it excites me!" "Well, we agreed that you weren't hurting anyone by any of this and nothing has changed. You're having fun, they're obviously are enjoying it. I certainly don't mind. So, it would shock most people but, who cares? Most people certainly would be shocked at my behavior, maybe more than yours. I'm sitting there watching my wife get fucked and I'm not upset - in fact, I encourage you to go on and I get excited myself. In normal terms, I would think that I was perverted - and maybe I am in a way - but I'm not a 'wife watcher' as the term is regularly used. "I'm not getting aroused because I enjoy seeing my wife getting fucked. I'm not encouraging you to let Bryan screw you for my benefit. When I'm watching as you have sex with him - actually with them - it's like I'm watching a live porno show. Obviously, I know that it's my wife involved, but I'm doing it because you want it! Now, as I said before, that may be a rationalization, but I can say, with complete honesty, that, while I enjoy the show, you can stop this at any time and I'll be perfectly happy." She leaned over and kissed me, saying, "Oh, I know all of that! This is all me with you helping me do what I want. It started because I wanted to show Bryan my tit in the Jacuzzi. Next I showed him my tits and pussy by opening my robe. Then I got the bodysuit so he could feel me. I wanted to do all of that - my idea - and you helped me. If it hadn't been for that totally unexpected pussy-cover accident, that's probably all that would have happened. Certainly, Bryan wouldn't have fucked me, Marianne wouldn't have gotten involved and all we would be doing would be that relatively innocent exhibitionism and fondling with Bryan. "I could have stopped it that first time before it went all the way and I certainly didn't have to do what I did last night. Now, I see that picture of me with my leg up and open, and I feel that maybe I went too far. The darnest thing - and this was true the other time - I'm not even thinking about having had sex with Bryan! Good god, he fucked me again! He came inside of me! It was adultery, particularly this time because I went into it deliberately! I should be horrified at that, but it just doesn't seem that important. Obviously, that would be different if it bothered you. It's weird, though, that the thing that most people would consider depraved or sinful is really a minor event to me. What horrifies me is how immodest. ...gods, here I am talking about being immodest! That's stupid!" "Right! It is immodest. It's also lewd, scandalous, immoral, appalling and, maybe, reprehensible - and probably a whole lot of other derogatory words, but, so what! You looked amazingly sexy, you it loved doing it and, obviously, Marianne and Bryan enjoyed the view. Even I thought that you looked exciting and I've seen the same thing a thousand times. What's the problem?" "You haven't seen me like that, in that position, a thousand times! I guess that I still have that ambivalence - I love showing off but I still feel some guilt because I 'shouldn't" do it because it's 'indecent.' 'Nice' girls, or women, don't do things like that! Looking at that video of me being that brazen just shocked me a bit, I guess." "Well, fortunately, you're not a 'nice' person in that way, so we all got to enjoy a magnificent view of an intimate part of your anatomy. You made everybody happy." "Ok, I know that you are right and I know that I love displaying myself. It's just seeing me in that position was a big shock. In any case, with that out of the way, my biggest concern...no, concern is the wrong word...'interest' is more like it...is Marianne. I don't know what's going on there, but I can't deny any more that she seems to be sexually interested me. The first time I thought that she might have gotten carried away and acted out of character. I was pretty convinced of her interest when she admitted that she wanted me to take my pants off under the water, but that was just conjecture. Now, I don't think that there is any question. The things that she did - playing with my pussy, squeezing my tits, kissing and sucking my nipples and, even, touching my bottom - simply went far beyond anything I expected. Wait, look here." Jan stood up and began to unbutton her blouse and continued, "You were up and out before I woke up this morning so I didn't get to show you this." She took the blouse off and reached back to unfasten her bra. As it came off, she revealed that both breasts were covered in light blue bruises from the squeezing they had received, but more startling were the number of what could only be hickeys. Both nipples were surrounded by red to purple marks that only could have from vigorous kisses and sucking. I couldn't tell for sure, but the nipples, themselves, looked swollen many hours after the event. "My god, she did work them over didn't she! Some of the bruises undoubtedly were made by Bryan, but not the other marks. Actually, though. I didn't need to see that evidence to prove to me that there was something more than that she simply joining in on a sexual...what...an orgy? She was fascinated by you and her hand moved to your cunt almost immediately. Last time she was hesitant and seemed to get carried away - not this time. Are you going to do or say anything? Or just ignore it unless she says something." "I don't know. I don't know what I would say but it's hard to ignore - particularly what she did to my tits." "That's it! Show her your tits! Last time she apologized about getting carried away and was afraid that she had hurt your breasts. Show them to her! And she talked about your cunt...your pussy...last time so there may be an opening to ask her about what she's thinking. She did admit that she wanted you to take your pants off, so just ask her if she liked it!" "I can just picture me whipping my bra off and saying, 'Look at what you did to my tits last Saturday!' Maybe I should say breasts rather than tits! Oh, I have a real life-sized picture of me doing that! However, if she does bring up the whole episode with her and Bryan, I'll probably try to widen the discussion. That's still weird - her husband fucked me for the second time, right beside her, and here we are wondering about her feelings about me. Let's not get fixated on that - there's a lot more here that I didn't expect. "I can't believe the look on my face as they worked on me. I was really into it, more than I remembered and I had the most wanton expression, really lost in the sex. I had no idea that I could have looked so...well, lustful! I knew what was going on, and I would have remembered being in control of my emotions, but the picture doesn't show that at all! When Bryan is in me, I just go crazy - I'm bouncing up and down on his cock like a wild woman. It's a good thing that you recorded the whole thing, for I never would have believed that I could have reacted as I did. "Looking at it, Bryan is the only one who knew what he was doing the whole time. He had one thing in mind and that was to get into me. He was under control throughout, pulling me into position, feeling - actually, squeezing - my tits, turning me around and putting his cock in and fucking me. Marianne and I were just, seemingly, in a sexual daze, just letting things happen. No conscious goals. She, apparently, was as lost in it as I was and I'm certain that she would be shocked, and mortified, if she saw herself in action. It was a wild night!" Jacuzzi Ch. 06 The following day, things took a surprising turn - a significant understatement! I received a short message in the afternoon from Jan saying that she would be late coming home because she and Marianne were going to get together to talk after fixing up their rooms. School was to start the next day after summer vacation, so they had no classes yet. Needless to say, that piqued my imagination and I couldn't help but assume that the conversation would be about last Saturday night. Consequently, I was on the traditional "pins and needles" as I waited for her to come home. She was, in fact, quite late when I heard her pull into the garage. She had the most peculiar look on her face as she came in and I don't really know how to describe it. I had expected her usual smile combined with a "wait until you hear what she said" enigmatic expression. Instead, there was an element of foreboding or apprehension that made me immediately fear that something was wrong - or, at least, she thought there was. I'd seen something like that expression before when she had done something that she thought I wouldn't like. That look prepared me for the unexpected. "What is it, honey? Is there something wrong?" "I don't know. Something totally unexpected happened and...and...it's hard to talk about." We sat down on the couch and, frankly, I was quite concerned because I don't think that I had ever seen Jan so hesitant, so reluctant to talk. "I'll start at the beginning. Marianne and I had lunch and I could tell that she wanted to say something but just couldn't do it. Finally, just before the usual 'welcome back' meeting started in the afternoon, she blurted out that she really needed to talk to me in private and asked if I had to go home right after it ended. I, of course, said no and she asked me to stop at their house for a short time. Bryan is working at an out of town job and we would be alone. I, of course, said yes and, naturally, I was plagued with curiosity, and somewhat nervous, about she wanted to tell me. Here is the way she described their conversation - and other things. ************************************************************ "Oh, Jan, I'm so sorry about all the things I did Saturday night. I just got carried away just as I did last time and I hope that I didn't hurt your breasts." Jan, trying to lighten the atmosphere and make her feel better, said, with a smile, "Everything is fine! There were some bruises and marks, but nothing that won't go away." "Oh, I'm so sorry! You know that I don't act like that normally!" That was so absurd that Jan had to laugh it, but, before she could reply, Marianne continued, "I think that I need to explain myself. You know that I'm not a lesbian. I'm a married woman with two grown kids. I've never admitted this to anyone, even Bryan, but, back when I was a freshman in college, neither my roommate nor I had a boyfriend or had any sexual experience. We were both...well, bookworms, I guess, and hadn't been particularly popular in high school and we didn't really know how to attract men. Damn, this is hard to say. Anyway, we were alone together a lot...and we ended up having sex with each other. That went on for the full four years, and, honestly, I thought that I was a lesbian. "When I got out of school, I was more mature, I guess more self-confident. I learned to dress better, more attractively. I discovered that I liked men and my interest in women just disappeared. I assumed that it was just a phase that I had gone through. That, of course was many years ago. I married Bryan, we had two kids and I had a reasonably good life. Sex was ok, but, over time, just wasn't particularly interesting. Bryan and I continued with it, of course, but mostly for his benefit. Frankly, I just put sex away and just ignored that part of life. "Then something happened. Your bodysuit came open, exposing your...your pussy. This is embarrassing for me and probably for you, but I want to explain myself. It was very funny, seeing you caught up like that, not able to get out or back in and your efforts to hide yourself were hilarious. I couldn't help laughing. But, suddenly, it changed from being funny to being sexy. When Bryan helped you back in and started feeling you, I got very excited although I tried to hide it. When I saw his hands between your legs, I couldn't help myself. I pushed his fingers out of the way and felt you myself. Then, when he was in you, I couldn't contain myself and I grabbed your breasts and couldn't let go. I pretended to be trying to stop him, but I wasn't. While she was saying all these things, Jan just sat there, stunned, totally unable to speak. Marianne was looking down, seemingly unable to face her as she revealed her past and explained her actions in the Jacuzzi. That part was much as we had surmised, but it was still shocking to hear her describe her feelings. Marianne went on. "I've downplayed those things in my mind since then, but last Saturday they all emerged again, but, this time, more blatantly. I had kept telling you that you should take your pants off under the water, but I couldn't admit to myself that I wanted to see you without them. When you said that you would take them off if I wanted you to, I had to accept that I did want it because of my own desire, not yours. When we were sitting there in the water and I thought that your pussy probably was bare - and that Bryan was, most likely, feeling it - I could hardly sit still. When you confirmed it and took your bra off, I could hardly contain my emotions. Then, when you stood up completely naked and deliberately showed your pussy, I just couldn't control myself! After that, I couldn't keep my hands off of, or even out of, you. I even felt Bryan's cock going in and out of you. I don't know if I have ever been so sexually excited! "All I've been thinking of since then is whether you're upset. I thought that I had to explain my abnormal behavior. I didn't want to tell you all of this, but I just had to. You had to know that I was not just casually touching you all that time and I thought that you should know the truth even if it appalls or, maybe, disgusts you." Marianne finished this long confession and sat there, downcast, fearing Jan's verdict would be repugnance and loathing. Jan's reaction was neither of these. Instead, she threw her arms around her, saying, "For heaven's sake, honey, you don't have to apologize or feel guilty! I didn't mind anything you did - in fact, I loved it! Gods, I'm the one who was completely naked and put my leg up to show my pussy! And thank you so much for caring enough to tell me of your experience in college. I've never had a relationship like that, but I don't see anything wrong with it, particularly in the situation you describe." "Oh, do you mean it? I was so afraid that you'd call me a lesbian and have nothing to do with me!" "Good heavens, Marianne, I wouldn't care if you actually were a lesbian! What difference would that make? I'm an exhibitionist - look how I took my pants off to be played with under the water and then took my bra off and showed my tits! " "I loved looking at them! I'm sorry if I hurt them! Did I really mark them up?" Without hesitating, Jan sat up straight, removed her blouse and, reaching for her bra clasp said, "Here look for yourself." Shocked by Jan's sudden action, Marianne stared at the exposed tits without moving. Then, seeing the marks on the white skin, said in horror, "Oh, my god, they're covered! I can't believe it. Do they hurt?" "Not really. They were a little sore yesterday, but not bad. And the marks will go away soon. I think that Bryan squeezed them too hard pulling me off of the rim, causing the bruises, but they're just light ones and will disappear very soon. However, the marks all over them around the nipples will last longer - somebody kissed and sucked there!" Marianne looked up, meeting Jan's eyes for a moment and, saying nothing, bent down, grasped the left breast and took its nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. She quickly did the same to the other one and proceeded to lightly kiss all over both breasts. Neither said anything as they embraced and exchanged a deep and loving kiss. The silence grew, a pregnant silence broken by Marianne quietly asked, "Do you want to go up to the bedroom?" Jan didn't even reply, just stood up and they went up the stairs. ************************************************************ "Oh, honey, I can't believe I did that! I've never thought of being sexually attracted to another woman, but right then I was. When she asked me if I wanted to go up to the bedroom, I knew exactly what she meant. Do...do...do you want to hear about it? Are you disappointed that I would do such a thing? Her face was contorted in...well, not fear exactly, at least not physical fear. She was sincerely afraid that I would be offended and revolted. I honestly don't know why except that she was confused herself. "Good god, Jan, why would I be disappointed in you over something like that? I've seen you expose every part of your body. I've even sat there watching as another man has fucked you twice. Why on earth would I be upset that you did something with Marianne? We were sure she was interested in you and, when you kissed her good night, you felt something for her. I'm only surprised that this developed so fast. Believe me, I have no negative feelings. In fact, I think that it very sexy!" The apprehension in her face and body language disappeared in an instance to be replaced by a radiant smile. "What a relief! I tried to tell myself that you would feel that way, but the whole thing was scary after the fact. I was so wrapped up in it while we were involved and I was sort of floating mentally afterwards, but the magnitude of what I had done hit me as I drove home. Now I'm excited again." "Ok, that's out of the way. Now, tell me exactly what happened." "Well, we went into the bedroom and undressed. All I had on were my skirt, pantyhose and panties, so it didn't take long. Oddly enough, I wasn't embarrassed or even particularly nervous. Actually, I think that I was overwhelmed by the situation and not really thinking. I know that I was excited. When we were both naked, she put her arms around me and we kissed for several minutes. It was unlike anything I had felt before. I was aware of her tits against mine and I even could feel her pussy hair against me. Then something I hadn't thought of happened. "She pulled away from me, saying, almost in a whisper, I'll be back in a minute. She left and I heard a door close, and it hit me - she's in the bathroom washing her pussy! That was a shock because reality cut through the loving atmosphere. She thinks that I may lick her pussy! And she may lick mine! I had a moment of panic, but she came out right then and kissed me saying, matter-of-factly, 'I put a wash cloth out for you.' Without saying a word, I went into the bathroom and prepared myself for sex. "I always do the same thing when you're going to use your tongue on me, so there's no difference with another woman, but it was awkward right in the middle of doing something so intimate for the first time. Of course, it would be much more awkward if another woman was ready to go down on you and you had to say, 'Wait a minute until I wash my pussy!' That just might interrupt the romantic flow a bit! "She was lying on the bed when I came back and I joined her. We kissed and felt each other for a while, and I really enjoyed just running my hands all over her. Her breasts are a little bigger than I expected and they are nice and firm with very prominent nipples. She did the same with me, feeling me for the first time when she wasn't in a sexual frenzy as when we were in the Jacuzzi. We really explored each other, with our hands gradually reaching each other's pussy. After a while, she raised up on her elbow and, leaning over me, began concentrating on my tits, fondling them and kissing and lightly sucking my nipples. Oh, it felt good. One time she softly said, 'You have lovely breasts. Your nipples are perfect!' "As she did that, her hand worked its way through my pussy hair and her finger began moving over my clit. At that point, I spread my legs wide and just offered my pussy to her. She ran her hand all over it, from my clit to my...my asshole and between the lips. Even lightly finger-fucking me. Finally, she pulled away and knelt between my legs. Without thinking, I just raised them and opened myself up to her fingers and tongue. I didn't actually decide to do that - I just did it. She immediately leaned in and began running her tongue the whole way through my pussy to my clit, flicking it before going back down. She did that for a few minutes, actually licking all the way back to my asshole as she did so. It was amazing and I was really lost in the feeling. I'm sure that I was soaking wet I was so excited. Finally, she began concentrating on my clit with her tongue while using her finger beneath it. She actually slipped her fingertip into me several times and, even, into my asshole. I was so wet that I think that anything could have gotten into me. After a short time, I was writhing around, humping up against her and she pulled back and used her other hand to put more pressure on my clit as she continued fingering me. "At that point, I just went wild. I honestly don't know if I've ever had a bigger orgasm! My knees were almost up to my tits and I know that my legs were waving all over the place. I'm sure that she had a hard time staying with me. And then, I just collapsed, totally out of energy. I'm almost sure that I actually passed out for a few seconds because Marianne was coming up beside me and I don't remember her moving from between my legs." "My god, that was an experience! I wouldn't be surprised that you blacked out! She certainly knew how to work on you. College was a long time ago for her, but she obviously remembered what to do!" "Yeah! The whole thing was a blur at the end and I'm not sure of everything that she did, but I'm almost sure that she had her finger completely up my ass - that sounds horrible - because I think that I could feel it moving in me as I erupted. I can't be absolutely sure, but I think so." "Did you do anything yourself?" "Good heaven, yes! As soon as I recovered, I started to work on her! I really wanted to. I played with her breasts, fondling them while kissing them and sucking on her nipples. I was completely over my hesitancy and I sucked hard right beside one of them, deliberately leaving a hickey and told her, 'There, I put a mark on you!' I think that I even giggled as I did it, proving that I was at ease in the situation. Anyway, I began kissing down her stomach while running my fingers through her pussy hair. She has a lot of hair and it's very soft and curly. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her pussy. That was weird for I'd never even thought of doing anything like that! It was a very funny feeling as I slipped my finger along the lips, and, finally, into her. She was very wet and slippery and I felt none of the squeamishness that I probably expected as I entered her. In fact, I had absolutely no negative reaction to anything that I did. "Without a moment's hesitation, I moved between her legs and, as she raised and parted them, I deliberately looked right at her pussy, studying it. Then, feeling no repulsion, I just leaned in and began licking her. I went the whole way, too. I licked her from her clit all the way to her asshole, actually using my tongue there. Knowing what feels good to me, I concentrated on her clit, flicking my tongue over it and, occasionally sucking it. At the same time, I continued stroking her between the lips, even finger-fucking her pussy. Thinking back of it, I'm amazed at how easy and natural the whole process was. I wasn't thinking, just acting, but for me, doing this for the first time, my composure was astounding. I wasn't tentative or hesitant at all! "When it was obvious that she was nearing her climax, I began working hard, putting pressure on her clit with my fingers as she bucked up against my hand. She was squirming around, making it hard to stay with her, but I did. Finally, she erupted in orgasm and just slumped down on the bed, totally out of it until she slowly recovered. Honey, I loved going off like I did, particularly having the perverse pleasure of knowing that a woman had caused it. However, I believe that I got almost as much pleasure in working her up and causing the orgasm she had! I think that I may be part lesbian because I loved every part of what we did!" "Well, I hope you don't decide you don't need a cock anymore! It appears to me that you are bisexual, at least as far as Marianne is concerned." Suddenly, struck by a sudden thought, I laughed, saying, "You certainly are in with the Curry family - both of them have had you!" "My god, you're right! And think, all this because I let my bathing suit bra hang down so that Bryan could see my tit! Who would dream of it developing like this? I'll tell you something though - Bryan has fucked me twice, but there still was nothing between us. I do feel a real affection for Marianne and sex with her means more than sex with him!" "I'm sure that's true. Bluntly, he was someone you could show off to and he had a cock which, unexpectedly, got into you that first time. The second time was just more of the same. You really did nothing with him except have the fun of exposing yourself and using his cock. Today, you actually had sex with Marianne with both of you working for your mutual enjoyment. Frankly, if you had had this relationship alone with him, I probably would have been concerned and, most likely, unhappy. In any case, how is this going to go?" "I have no idea. We didn't do any real talking after we finished. I think that there is a real likelihood that we'll do it again - actually, I hope so since you're ok with it. Surprisingly, considering the importance, to both of us, of what we did, there was really no awkwardness between us when we were finished. For two long-married women - school teachers! - to go to bed together and have a wild sexual experience and still be quite comfortable together afterwards has to unexpected. We lay there relaxed and at ease with each other, not talking. Finally, I pulled away, saying that it was getting late and that I had better get dressed and go home. "We stood up, still completely naked, exchanged a few kisses and proceeded to dress. It was if we did this every day. We put our panties on and pulled on our pantyhose with absolutely no embarrassment. We laughed when I realized that my bra and blouse were still in the living room. I said, half joking, 'I'd better get them before Bryan came in and wondered what we were doing!' "Marianne surprised me by laughingly saying, 'Don't worry, he'd just want to get your clothes back off and fuck you!' Those were her very words! She went on to say that he was out of town, looking for some business. In any case, we went downstairs, me naked to the waist. I put on my bra and blouse, we kissed goodbye, each saying that we had really enjoyed ourselves - and I came home. No big exit drama, just a simple ending to a momentous afternoon." "You know, all of this is shocking in itself, but even more so because this is Marianne we're talking about. This is the woman we believed had no real figure, no sex appeal - prudish, prim and straitlaced. But, aside from sex, she was good company and good natured. Then, startling in itself, she, completely out of character, participates avidly in what appears to be your seduction in the Jacuzzi the first time. The second time she's all in it and, now, we find out that far from being sexless, she was lesbian or close to it in school. Then to top it all off, she has wild lesbian-type sex with you. What the hell is going on? Were we that bad in judging her?" Jacuzzi Ch. 06 "Obviously, we were. However, we've talked about the changes I've seen in her since the first time and I just think that, for whatever reason, her sexual side was repressed for all those years. Evidently, when they were first married and they had a normal sex life. Maybe they had that seemingly common drop in libido that having and raising children cause. She talked about being uninterested in sex - it might go back to that. I don't know. "However, there certainly is one area where we misjudged her and that's her figure. It is really quite nice. She is thin, but she certainly is not bony. I was really surprised when I saw her naked. I ran my hands all over her and she is well padded - no ribs showing through, no hip bones sticking out." Blushing, she went on, "Here I am describing another woman that I had sex with! I'll admit that I enjoyed feeling her. She has very nice breasts. They're not big, smaller than mine, anyway, but they are nicely shaped and very firm. Her nipples are nice and really get hard and long when sucked. I told you about her pussy hair - very soft and curly. I wish that there was some way that you could see her. I was really surprised! Gods, why am I embarrassed and blushing as I talk about her?" "Why, you're bragging about your lover, of course!" That earned me a punch on the arm, but it had an element of truth in it. "Somehow, I still have a hard time picturing her the way you describe her, mentally or physically. Nonetheless, regardless of the cause, it appears that she has emerged from some kind of repressed state and that has to be good. Now, if we can arrange for me to see her newly revealed body, I would be more than pleased!" That got me a pretend withering stare, followed by a conspiratorial grin. Jacuzzi Ch. 07 Jan and Marianne were rushed the first weeks of school and were quite circumspect in their actions and conversations, so they just danced around the subject that was in the front of both of their minds. Actually, they were both a bit overwhelmed by their unexpected sexual tryst – I like that word; it just sounds sexy, but it did describe their last meeting! They both knew that their actions and feelings had to be discussed, but they each hesitated to broach the subject unless they were very alone. I did suggest to Jan that I could be conveniently out some evening, leaving the house (bedroom?) available, but, as it turned out, a subterfuge wasn't necessary. It was a Monday evening when a special session of the school board was held to discuss some proposed realignments of the graduation requirements and I was asked to discuss the various offers in the social sciences, including history. Jan probably would have attended but we each, separately, came up with the idea of inviting Marianne over "to keep her company" while I was out. Marianne accepted immediately, of course, recognizing the kind of "keeping company" that Jan had in mind. If there had been any question about their mutual sexual desire, it was answered as soon as Marianne came in the door. The was a momentary hesitation as each waited for a sign from the other, but, whatever that sign was, it was given very quickly they soon were embracing and kissing. Without preamble, they just headed for the bedroom, undressed and lay on the bed. They fondled and caressed each other's bodies with very few words being exchanged. Marianne did ask about how long I would be out and after being assured that they had at least two hours, relaxed and they began a nice, slow buildup. This is how Jan described their second rendezvous. "I don't know why, but I took the initiative this time and went first. I raised up on my elbow and leaned down and kissed and sucked her nipples. Then, I deliberately sucked just beside her right nipple and, as I did the last time, made a hickey, saying, 'There, all week when you look in the mirror or go to school, my mark will be on your breast.' She obviously liked that and promised to do the same thing to me, calling it a 'love mark!' "I kissed my way down over her stomach while, at the same time, running my fingers through her pussy hair. I stayed there for a little while playing with her clit and, as she spread her legs, her pussy. I just lay there with my head resting on her stomach as I felt it. She was very wet and my fingers just slid between the lips and into her and I finger-fucked her before moving further back. My finger was well lubricated from her pussy and the tip went right into her asshole with no trouble and I kept it there while I used my thumb on her clit. "She started moving slightly and I took that as a signal and moved down between her legs. They were up and open, and I just took the time to really look at her pussy. I had seen it the last time, of course, but this time I really studied it – seeing what a pussy really looked like. It really was fascinating because everything was crystal clear. I could see her clit sticking up. I had never understood why it's called 'the man in the boat,' but there it was sticking up in its little canoe. The hair lined outer lips of the pussy were spread open while the inter ones were red and looked to be slightly swollen. There, right in the center where my fingers had been, was a small, dark red hole going into her. That was exciting! I could actually see where a cock would go to fuck her. This may seem weird, but I actually thought of your cock going into that hole! In any case, I now know, in real life, what a woman looks like between her legs! "Of course, I wasn't really there for a biology lesson, so I just leaned in and began licking and sucking her. If you had told me a month ago that I would be down between a woman's legs, licking her pussy and actually enjoy it, I would have said that you were both crazy and perverted – but there I was. I didn't mind anything about it and I really liked being there and knowing, as she moved more and more, that I was exciting her and causing her to go off. So, it was partly physical pleasure but, even more, it was what I was doing for her. "Anyway, I continued licking from her clit all the way back to her asshole, concentrating on any area that seemed to arouse her the most. As her excitement mounted, I stayed at her clit while finger-fucking her pussy or ass. Actually, she seemed to react most intensely to her ass, so, as she approached her climax, I inserted my finger into her asshole up to the second knuckle and held it there as she really began to thrash around. At the end, when she was making a final surge against me, I held my mouth firmly against her clit and my finger slid completely into her ass as I pushed back against her. She held there, her hips raised up tight against me – and then she fell back, breathless and exhausted. It's funny, the whole event was exciting, but one thing was peculiar. When she fell back on the bed, my finger was still up her ass and it was a strange feeling as I pulled it out. I was just very aware of the tight passageway – much different from pulling out if her pussy. Good god, here I am comparing the difference between her pussy and her asshole! "We lay beside each other for some time, just getting over the debilitating loss of energy. We stayed like that, recovering, until, finally, she began working on me. She promptly put a mark beside my nipple as I had done to her." "There, we have a matched set. Now we'll each know that the other has a love-mark on her tit.' I was surprised that she said 'tit.' Anyway, she did the same things to me that I had done to her. It felt wonderful and I had a tremendous orgasm. She really knows how to get me hot and set me off! I don't know if it's because of her college experience or if it's just instinct, but it's very good. Oh, also, she really worked on my asshole – damn, that's still hard to say – and was the whole way inside, finger-fucking me as she worked on my clit. She really seemed to like that when I was doing it, but I'm sure that she and Bryan never did anal intercourse." I had let Jan describe their actions without interrupting because she almost seemed to be reliving their sexual exploits, but interjected a question at this point. "What makes you so sure of that if she seems to be into it?" She sort of laughed as she replied, "We've talked at length about the change in Marianne. What was it you called her...oh yes, prudish, prim and straitlaced. She had said that she just had no interest in sex, but it hasn't been that way recently and we wondered if we had misjudged her. The answer is an unqualified 'yes!' She and I talked about all of this as we lay there after sex and the truth is funny and somewhat embarrassing at the same time. While I was fooling around with Bryan, letting him see and feel me, she knew that something was going on!" "What? Did she see something? Did Bryan tell her?" "No to both! That's what is funny! Remember way back when we began all this and we speculated as to whether Marianne might have a passionate husband after seeing and feeling me! Well, that was the giveaway! He went home and initiated sex with her! We had just about everything backwards! They had rarely had sex for years, and when they did, Bryan just stuck it in and satisfied himself. Really, he just used her pussy, so she just lost interest in the whole business. Their relationship never was based on sex, and after her second pregnancy, it almost stopped. Certainly they never tried any variations like cock-sucking, much less anal intercourse. Suddenly, after coming over here, Bryan was hot when they got home. It didn't take much for her to realize that something was happening here, probably in the Jacuzzi! She said that he always was attracted to me, so she wasn't really surprised! I knew that he watched me all the time, of course, but I didn't think that it was so obvious that she would notice – he never did anything until I started it by showing my tits. She went on to say that she, frankly, didn't care, so she cooperated and stayed out of the way in the plant room! We thought that we were being so clever!" "Damn, that is embarrassing! She must have been laughing at us – we thought that we were being so cunning....damn!" "Yeah! Well, of course, everything changed when the pussy-cover fell away and the Bryan fucked me. She said that she wasn't bothered by that at all, but she was astounded – stunned – by her own reaction. She agonized by it for hours after they got home, trying to understand why she had urged him to take me and, even more, why she actually joined in and felt me. She admitted that her previous college experience haunted her, wondering if she really was a lesbian since sex with Bryan did little for her. To tell the truth, I'm not sure that that idea doesn't still bother her. When we were in the Jacuzzi the second time she just assumed that Bryan would fuck me again and she actually hoped that he would because she could play with me! She certainly loves sex with me so, maybe, she doesn't need a cock – at least not Bryan's. "Apparently, they never even discussed what happened that night – or the second time for that matter. It might not have helped if they had, anyway, but it meant that she was completely alone with her thoughts and fears. Since then she and I have had sex twice now, and we've both loved it and, I guess, in a way, each other. This, obviously, has been a real experience for me, maybe a life-changing experience, but I know that while sex with her, and even loving her, is really enjoyable, it's a distant second to sex with you. I'm not sure that, with her, male-female sex is really appealing. Frankly, I don't care, but she does, and the only male who has sex with her just is not appealing to her." I grinned at her and kiddingly replied, "Well, I have a cock that you could recommend to her if she wants to test her male-female orientation!" Jan surprised me by taking me seriously. "I've thought of that and we have to work something out." I looked at her quizzically, but she didn't amplify her comment so I just left it at that, wondering exactly what she had in mind. My answer came sooner than I would have expected and from a major change in Marianne and Bryan's living arrangements. Our classes had settled down and the school year was underway and we decided to have our friends over for an evening and, of course, the Jacuzzi. I kidded Jan by saying that she just wanted sex with the other member of the Curry family. "Just think, you can alternate between having a cock in your cunt one time, a tongue and fingers the next!" That was not well received! We were in for a shock, however, when Marianne said that they couldn't come. She and Jan were sitting in the teacher's lounge when Marianne dropped a bombshell. She first just said that Bryan was out of town and would be gone for some time. Jan, of course, insisted that Marianne come by herself, and Marianne, rather reluctantly, agreed. "She's thinks that she'll be out of place alone with three couples, but I told her not to be foolish. In any case, it seems that Bryan may be gone for some time." "That's too bad; you'll only have one cock to fuck you!" "Now stop it! One is quite enough! In any case, maybe I can replace it with two tits and a pussy!" I replied laughing, mocking her, "Now you stop it! That's positively indecent. What's the deal with Bryan?" "Apparently the economy around here is just killing his work. There's still very little construction going on and, therefore, no need for the machinery that he runs. Their son, George, graduated as a geologist and he moved to North Dakoda because he got a job offer in their new oil fields. He wrote back saying that the building industry has exploded out there and are paying unbelievable rates for men who can run heavy equipment. Apparently, Bryan flew out there – actually the day she and I got together – and interviewed with a couple of companies and was offered a job paying over twice what he can get here!" "Gods, are they moving out there? To North Dakota?" "Not immediately. She's going to stay here, at least for the school year, while he sees what it is like. Yeah, North Dakota! On the other hand, while it's miserably cold there, it's not too different from here. And, considering the lake effect snow that put five feet on the ground in one day a few miles from here, the climate probably is no worse than we have! We can talk about it with her Saturday. Actually, she hadn't told me about what was going on because she was crushed at the thought of leaving me! I swear, I think that she was on the verge of tears. I've noticed that she has been rather quiet the last week or so, and that's the reason. In any case, I insisted that she come and that she stay over rather than driving home to that big empty house." Saturday came, as it always does, and the fun and games at what Doug like to call "Club Jackson" went on as usual. The numbers didn't match up with Bryan gone – someone had to sit out of each game because of the odd number – but the conversation flowed as always since he rarely spoke, anyway. We has discussed between ourselves as to what Jan should wear and she decided to wear the bikini and take her pants off as before – and do it for Marianne's benefit! We all went into the Jacuzzi and I suggested that Marianne sit beside Jan to keep her company. We had our usual rambling conversation, after which Lois and Tim left, followed, when the guestroom was free, by Susan and Doug, leaving us three rather than the usual four. That's when things got interesting! We, of course, had no idea of what Marianne anticipated would happen, but it was certain that she wouldn't initiate anything. Jan had planned on taking her pants off under the water again. She assumed that Marianne wouldn't reach over and feel her without a broad invitation, so she planned to rub her leg on Marianne's and, if necessary, pull her hand over. I didn't know if that had worked out, but I soon found that it had. As soon as we were alone, Jan reached down into the water and retrieved her pants and, as last time, put them out on the deck saying with enthusiasm, "I love having my pussy bare and available under water! And I don't need this either" as she removed her bra and sat there naked. Marianne's eyes kept flicking from Jan to me, obviously trying to understand exactly what was going on and to gauge my reaction. She definitely was startled when Jan stood up and made a pirouette, saying, "I guess I don't need to climb out to expose my pussy – you both know exactly what it looks like!" She leaned down and kissed Marianne with real intensity while putting her hand on her breast through her suit and squeezing it. Jan's hand came up automatically onto Jan's bare tit and began doing the same thing. As she was doing that, I slid over to where Jan had been sitting, my cock rigid and sticking out of my opened pants. Abruptly, I pulled Jan over onto my knees, saying, "Bryan's not here tonight so I guess I'll have to substitute." Just as he had done, I grasped her tits and began sliding her back and forth on my knees. Marianne, still shocked, did what she desperately wanted to do – kiss and suck Jan's tits and nipples while, at the same time, feeling and finger-fucking her cunt. It was wild, holding the tits while I could feel Marianne's face and hair against my hands as she worked on them. Finally, following the pattern of the last two events, I swung Jan around, held her over my cock and let it enter her. One of the most exciting things was feeling Marianne's fingers against my cock as she held Jan's cunt as it sank onto me. Having another woman's fingers sliding on my cock while I fucked my wife was an experience beyond belief! Just as she had done when Bryan was in Jan, Marianne reached around her and continued her assault on Jan's left tit. Jan was bouncing up and down, her own efforts aided by my hands clamped onto her hips, as I surged upward into her. The three of us worked in unison and our orgasms were inevitable. Actually, I don't know if Marianne really went off, but she collapsed the same as we did from the exertion. I had the camera running, of course, and, in many ways, the scene was much like the last one – the actions were almost identical and with my head mostly obscured by Jan (front or back) even the male lead looked much the same. The aftermath was a bit different, however. Jan stood there completely naked, of course, as she dried off. Marianne appeared to be stunned, obviously not knowing what to say or, really, where to look. My pants had come off as I stood up and I saw her glance furtively at my cock, then look away quickly as I put my robe on. I'm sure that the entire situation was almost too much for her. She had been confused by her own behavior on both of the other occasions and, this time, she had the totally unexpected actions to consider – particularly my role. Her confusion, with a bit of apprehension, was written on her face, and Jan took pity on her by putting her arms around her and hugging her, quietly saying, "Don't worry, honey, everything is ok. Come on." As they were leaving I called after them, "When you're finished, come on up and we'll have some ice cream. Don't hurry." The two of them disappeared into the guest room while I closed down the Jacuzzi and went upstairs. I dressed and waited, over a half hour, for them to appear, but when they did, it was obvious that everything had been clarified and concerns alleviated. Jan had confessed that I knew all about their assignation and was not only completely comfortable with it, it had my absolute approval. Marianne was a bit tentative at first – a bit diffident – for there obviously was a very significant change in our relationship. Her uncertainty soon disappeared and, as evidence that this was a different Marianne – as Jan had described – she laughed with genuine enjoyment when Jan jokingly commented, "Now you've helped two men fuck me!" Frankly, I was a bit shocked to hear her say that, thinking that it might be pushing Marianne too far, but she took it with aplomb, even replying, "Pleased to be of service!" It was very pleasant sitting there with the two women after that initial tension faded away. It was the first time that I had talked to Marianne as a woman, not as part of a couple. I don't know if Bryan's presence inhibited her or if she were just freer because her sexual limitations had been eased. Regardless, once that initial reserve was worn away, her out-going and good-natured personality, which I mentioned before, came to the surface with one major change – she no longer had that repressed, almost prudish, attitude toward sexual topics as her "Pleased to be of service!" showed. When we were alone later, Jan was very happy with everything. "I loved everything tonight! The only thing better about the other times was that I was showing off – particularly showing my pussy like that the last time. I admitted before that I liked having Bryan's cock in me – because it was wickeder, I think. Is that a word or should I say 'more wicked?' Wherever." She said that with a grin, continuing, "But it was nicer tonight! And it was much better with Marianne after what we did together. I don't know...I guess it was less frantic. I wasn't as lost in it as I was before, particularly the first time. Being totally immersed and lost in it was wonderful, but tonight I was more aware of what was happening, who was doing what. I was really aware of Marianne's fingers on and in me, including my asshole – damn it, you've got me saying that word! "She was concerned about you and what you must have thought about the way the two of us acted – kissing and touching each other. Obviously you knew that she was touching me underwater and she wondered what you were thinking. I just told her that you knew and approved. She was embarrassed about you knowing – remember she never has told Bryan about her college experience – but I think that she was relieved that it wasn't going be a problem for me. Did she touch your cock?" Jacuzzi Ch. 07 "Yeah. She had her hand on your cunt when I lowered you down onto it. She pulled her hand away from the hole, but stayed there as it went in. Remember when Bryan was in you she kept her fingers there with her thumb at your asshole. I don't know where her thumb was this time but her fingers were against my cock – not holding it, just sliding up and down with your cunt." "I figured that. She said something about hoping that she didn't get in the way as you fucked me. Those were her words and I still can't believe she uses the word 'fuck' so easily! Also, I usually call it a 'pussy,' but, several times, she has used the words 'cunt' and, also, 'tits!' And, yes, her thumb was at my asshole, but didn't go in." "Well, all of this is exciting and, I'll admit, I'm intrigued with where it's going. She's seen us both naked now – although she tried to avoid looking at me – so I would think that seeing her the same way would be fair." "Oh sure, you're just interested in being fair! Who are you kidding? You want to see her naked and, I suspect, somewhere way back in your mind is the depraved question as to whether you can get into her!" "Oh, you have an evil and suspicious mind! I've never had such a degenerate thought! What do you think I am?" More seriously, "What do you think the chances are?' "It must be a burden to have such a pure mind! I really don't know, but from the way she acted tonight, I think that it is possible. She and I have had sex only twice and I'm amazed how much I enjoyed it each time and how...well...eager I am to do it again. We kissed and played with each other for a while downstairs tonight and there's no question that I want do everything again. Obviously, she feels the same way. With Bryan gone, the way is open since she is alone. Obviously, too, there is nothing stopping her from spending more time here since, for no other reason, she'll probably be lonely. Of course, she has other friends and their daughter lives nearby so she won't be totally alone, but I'm sure that she'll want to come here. "She certainly joined in the 'festivities' tonight and had no hesitation working with you on me. I was a bit surprised at how comfortable she was with you in the Jacuzzi and, afterwards, when we were up here. We'll certainly be in the Jacuzzi with her and I'll try to get her to undress, then we'll see if she can be seduced." "Would you be jealous if I did get into her? I know women have a different way of looking at things." "No, I really don't think so. It's not as if you were slipping around having an affair – in which case I would have to castrate you and kill her. No, I think that I might even enjoy being part of a threesome and even helping you fuck her! Damn, can you even picture me saying such a thing a year or so ago? How my morals have degenerated! And all of this because I wanted to show my tit off!" "But it certainly has enhanced our sex life!" Jacuzzi Ch. 08 We left it at that for the night, but, as you can imagine, the subject arose frequently during the next week, and it certainly contributed to some interesting fantasies in which Marianne played a major role. Actually, our regular lives were a bit humdrum - teaching history to a bunch of teenagers isn't exactly scintillating, and kids in fourth and fifth grade can be mind-numbing. Thoughts of illicit sex are a bit more energizing! Consequently, when Jan invited Marianne over for dinner Saturday night, our thoughts were not completely on hospitality! Dinner was good and the company pleasant, but there was an air of expectancy throughout the evening. We talked about school problems, they exchanged some tidbits of gossip, and we watched a couple of sit-coms until we had postponed the main event long enough. Jan casually raised the question of going into the Jacuzzi which, of course was answered with a unanimous "yes!" At that point, Jan raised the issue of clothing, addressing Marianne when I, not coincidently, was out of the room. "You know that we don't wear suits when we're in the water alone. You certainly have seen me naked quite a few times now and you saw Jeff for a short time last Saturday night. Could you, or do you want to, go in nude tonight? Unless you are uncomfortable with me starting out naked, I'd like to not wear a suit. Jeff feels the same way. It's up to you, but it's very nice not to be covered when you're in the water." "Jan, I just don't know. I'm afraid I'd be too embarrassed! It seems natural for you to be nude and you know I like you that way and I wouldn't mind at all about Jeff." Blushing, "I certainly didn't mind last week. I'd just feel too exposed. I know it's silly after all we've done...but...but I'd feel funny with Jeff seeing me." "Ok, I'll tell you what we can do. Jeff can go down first and get in. We'll come down in our robes and I'll have him look away until we get under the water. He can then dim the lights and you'll be hidden and still get the feeling of having no suit on under the water. We could get out the same way if you want. Would that work?" "Damn, I feel so silly! The truth is, no man, other than Bryan, has ever seen me completely naked, but I don't think it should matter - but somehow it does! I even see a woman doctor. I admire how open you are and I feel so prudish. Oh, all right, we'll try the way you said. Another thing, Jan. I feel ...well, I feel awkward when the three of us in the Jacuzzi - like I'm in the way. Last time I just got carried away and joined in just the way I did when Bryan was here, but, afterwards I was embarrassed for having butted in on the two of you. Also, should you and I do anything when Jeff is with us? You said that he approves of us being together, but I'm afraid that he might be uncomfortable seeing us...oh, I don't know...well, doing things..." Jan said that at that point she had all she could do to keep from laughing - which might have humiliated Marianne who was honestly afraid that she might be causing a problem. "Marianne, honey, you are being absurd! Evidently you think that it is ok for you to join in while your husband feels and fucks me, but you'll be in the way if my own husband has me. Did we act as if you were butting in last time? Forget it! We both thought that you made the whole thing more exciting. Also, Jeff has absolutely no problem with seeing us together - making out I guess it would be called. In fact, I'm sure that he would enjoy watching us in bed! Look, here's the situation. You are more than welcome to join in - do anything or nothing - it's completely up to you. Whatever you're comfortable with!" "Well that makes me feel better. Now, all I have to deal with is being naked in the water with Jeff there!" As arranged, I went down to the Jacuzzi first, sans bathing suit, turned everything on and waited for the women. They appeared, wearing robes, and I assumed, correctly, nothing else. I promptly turned away although I'll admit that I cheated a bit and caught a glimpse of Marianne's naked body as she climbed over the rim. I was pleasantly aware from that quick glance that Jan's favorable appraisal had been accurate and Marianne had been hiding a very nice figure under her less than flattering clothes. As soon as they were seated and respectably covered by the water, I dimmed the lights and turned directly toward them. As the last two times, they were seated side by side, Marianne in Bryan's seat. I had moved over to Doug's usual seat so I was beside Jan but at right angles to her. It was very pleasant sitting there quietly in the relaxing water, having an interesting, but inconsequential, conversation All of us, I'm sure, were enjoying the tranquil and peaceful period while knowing that it was merely the prelude to a far more intense and heated event. Actually, that new event began considerably before I was even aware of it. As Jan described it later, action between the two of them began almost as soon as the lights went down. Just as she had with Bryan, she put her right leg up over Marianne's knees, opening the way to her cunt, a path which Marianne's hand soon followed. This was done quietly and unperceptively, and, as with Bryan, nothing was visible on the surface. At the same time, Jan slid her hand down beside her own leg, found Marianne's crotch and worked her fingers against her clit. The two of them sat there, playing with each other while the desultory conversation went on. As the two of them continued their clandestine activity, the talking died away completely and I became aware that something was going on. That became obvious when Jan straightened up, turned to Marianne and they began kissing intensely while each felt and squeezed the other's tits. The kissing became more passionate and their fingers seemed to be moving more frantically as their excitement grew. I couldn't really see too clearly in the dim lights, but both women were sitting up straight, putting their tits at the water line, so I could make out the clutching and squeezing going on. This went on for some time and, I'll admit, that I was eager to get in on the action. When Jan turned toward Marianne, she had left room in her seat and I just slid over and lifted her onto my lap, rotating her until she was straddling my legs. I pulled her back against me, my cock up tight against her hips, my hands clasping her tits. Her legs were open over my knees and I felt Marianne's hand trying to worm its way to her cunt, so I parted my legs, giving her room to get in. Obviously it worked for, later, Jan told me that she was being actively finger-fucked as she moved against me. For me, there was something else - as Marianne moved her hand over into Jan's cunt, the back of that hand occasionally ran over my balls, a totally unexpected development. I lifted Jan a bit higher and pulled her tighter to me, increasing that contact, and making my cock more rigid than ever. I quickly swung Jan around so that she was facing me, her legs outside of mine, her tits against me and my cock rubbing on her stomach. Marianne did as she had the last time, playing with Jan's cunt with one hand while reaching around and gripping a tit with the other. In that position, contact with my balls was even more frequent and, a few times, it actually felt that it might have been deliberate. Needless to say, I was quite aroused and I was on the verge of raising Jan up to put my cock into her when she facetiously said, "There's something very hard poking at my stomach! I wonder what it can be?" Then, to my complete surprise, she pulled away and stood up, dislodging Marianne's hands from between her legs and off of her tit. Then, even more startling, she pulled Marianne up, pushed her onto my legs, straddling them, urging her forward, saying, "See if you can figure out what it is, honey!" Suddenly, my cock was against a different stomach and different tits were against my chest. I honestly don't know what was going through my mind at that moment - I think it was numb which didn't prevent a surge of adrenalin going through me. I was all ready to fuck Jan and now I had the wild experience of having another woman replacing her. In addition, Jan immediately began massaging Marianne's cunt and paying particular attention to my balls! I heard a gasp from Marianne when Jan moved her, undoubtedly even more shocked than I at the unbelievable change in position. Before she even had a chance to react she was firmly against me. Normally, she might have attempted to pull back, but she was already highly aroused by her sexual activity with Jan. Suddenly, she was against me, my cock was rubbing against her stomach and Jan's hand was working between her legs. She was genuinely stunned, incapable of any rational thought. Later, she would be astounded by the train of events, but right then she was just dazed and went with the flow - with Jan as mistress of ceremonies. We stayed in that position for a brief period - I have no idea how long - when our activities director pushed her hands between us and, grasping her breasts, began lifting Marianne upward. I had already started doing the same thing and, quite quickly, she was high enough that my cock was free and pointed upward toward her now open cunt. By that time, my mind had cleared enough that I was - actually we were - aware of what was going to happen. Marianne probably was still a bit dazed by the sudden development, but she admitted later, reluctantly at first, that she knew that she was going to be fucked. When thinking about her relationship with Jan in the last month, she had pretty much accepted that it might happen, but it was just a "sometime" possibility - but sometime was here. I would have liked to have had that experience happen in slow motion so that I could have relished the feeling as my cock penetrated Marianne. As I lowered her down, Jan actually held my cock upright and directed it into her, and kept her fingers around it as she sank down. There was no hesitancy, for she was very well lubricated and, shortly, she was sitting on me with the cock completely embedded in her vagina! The only thing that Marianne said throughout was a drawn out "Ohooo" as it went in and a continual "Unh...unh...unh." as she went up and down. It was a mutual - actually three-way - fucking as I surged upward into her and she matched my efforts with her own wild excitement. Jan was an active participant used Marianne's tits as handles to help with the march toward orgasm. Marianne was moving frenetically, writhing around, grinding against me, gasping for breath as she finally climaxed. I followed soon after, holding her down by the hips as I welded myself up against her cunt, ejaculating deep inside her. Jan admitted afterwards that as the climax approached, she had the fingers of one hand pulling against her own clit, her hips flexing back and forth, as she matched Marianne's orgasm. It was a moment to remember - and then we just flopped against each other - sated, breathless and out of energy! It took a while to recover, not only to get our breaths back and lower our heartbeats, but also to encompass the reality of what we had just done. It was a major step for all of us, but particularly for Marianne. Jan and I had speculated as to whether I would be able to get into her and, with Jan's help, I had done so. For Marianne, though it was all shockingly new. No man had ever even seen her naked, and now she not only had been naked, she had been fucked. Again, adultery. Surprisingly, the idea of "sin" didn't really bother her and, as I said before, she had thought, theoretically, of having intercourse with me, but, that was imagination - this was real! Of course, we did recover, but we had a lot to think about and to absorb. As we sat up, I think the new reality hit us and there was silence as we wondered what to say. Marianne was still sitting on me with my shrunken cock still in her, my hands still on her hips. We looked at each other, both very aware of a totally new relationship between us. After thirty seconds or so of looking at each other silently, I brought my hand up around her, drew her to me and kissed her very hard. She responded immediately, and when we finally broke away, most of the strangeness between us was gone and we accepted the new reality and were pleased with it. Jan was right there and kissed us both, confirming, I guess, that we were now a threesome. It was fascinating as we prepared to get out. As I turned the lights up, Marianne's was in the act of climbing over the rim, legs wide open. Her instinctive reaction was to try to cover herself, something that she couldn't do, of course. Even when she was out, she quickly reached for her towel and held it in front of her. Then embarrassed - at both her exposure and her reaction - she blushed profusely, saying, "I guess there's not much point in that, is there? Now, I know how Jan felt!" With that, she just let the towel fall away, revealing the surprisingly pretty, well-shaped breasts that Jan had described and the very feminine triangle of pubic hair at the base of her stomach. I couldn't help but think about how another person's clothes and outlook can give one a completely incorrect impression of that person. Marianne's conservative manner of dress and her apparent lack of interest in sex had led us to pigeon-hole her as a nice, very pleasant woman with no sex-appeal. Our recent activities and required a complete revaluation. The body was there and, with her interest in sex revived, I could feel a tremor in my cock, even after the very recent explosion. I had a feeling that this was going to be a very exciting relationship! We three stood there naked, drying off, and, after Marianne's initial hesitation, completely at ease with each other. They left, talking quietly, while I closed the Jacuzzi and they were in the guest room for some time, almost forty-five minutes, before they came up together, Jan still in her robe, of course, but Marianne wearing her nightgown. Jan changed into her nightgown immediately and the three of us sat at the table, having a snack after our vigorous exercise. I don't have a recollection of what we talked about, but it didn't matter anyway. It was more of a bonding session, a time of cementing that sense of togetherness, of companionship, that we had felt after the Jacuzzi. We were very relaxed and comfortable with each other with absolutely no sexual tension. When we decided to turn in, I held Marianne and kissed her goodnight while fondling and squeezing her breast as I did so. Jan did the same thing. Of course, as soon as Jan and I were alone in the bedroom, we began to discuss and dissect the amazing events of the evening. Much of what happened was totally unexpected by me and Jan was largely responsible. I had expected things to progress as they had last time with me fucking her. The most that we had talked about was that I might well get to see Marianne nude, but nothing more. So, my first question was, "What on earth caused you to push Marianne into going all the way? Understand, I'm not complaining, but that certainly was not the plan!" "I know, but something, and I don't know what, told me that the time was right. We had talked about you getting into her and, when we were playing with each other, I could tell that she was really hot. Her pussy was very wet - and not from the water - and, when I was on your legs, she was really almost in a frenzy as she was working on me. She had been that way before, but she just seemed more eager, somehow. It was just instinct - or maybe I just wanted it - I don't know. Anyway, it worked out perfectly. You fucked her and she loved it. That's a main reason that I went in with her. I wanted to be certain that when she calmed down she would still be happy, and she most certainly is. "She was really shocked when I put her on your knees but she knew exactly what was happening once she was there. She hugged me and said, 'Oh, Jan, Jeff fucked me! Now we've each been fucked by the other's husband and we've had each other! I never dreamed of such a thing, but I love it!' She went on like that, but, it seems silly, the only thing that seemed to cause her to hesitate, and blush, was when she said, 'And Jeff saw me naked - I wonder what he thought? I'm...I'm...I'm not sexy like you!' She said that I'm little and cute and she was afraid that you wouldn't think that she was attractive. Of course, I assured her that she is quite sexy when she's nude and that I'm absolutely certain that you are really excited about having seen her. Somehow, I think that that is as important to her as you having fucked her! We have to improve her self-image." "Well, I will have no problem in doing that! She's right, you are little and cute, but I really liked seeing her body as we dried off. I have every intention of letting her know that I admire it, both in words and action. Now, how do you feel about all of this? Any qualms about me fucking her or continuing with her?" "Gods, no! I really enjoyed helping you get into her - in fact, I held your cock and actually felt it going into her hole. I could feel her pussy lips as you went in! That was exciting! This whole ...what is it...a group affair? In any case, I love everything about it. I love having sex with her myself! I love you fucking me and fucking her! And I love the relationship and I'm looking forward to the three of us being in bed together! That occurred one week later, and without prior planning. Marianne was over that Saturday night, as had become the usual situation. Jan and I hadn't talked about it specifically, but there just was a basic assumption that we would end up in the Jacuzzi and have sex. We both looked forward to that and we assumed that Marianne expected that also. Marianne and Jan saw each other every day in school and ate lunch together. However, they deliberately avoided discussing their new relationship or to show any increased affection toward each other. Perhaps they were a bit paranoid in that, but people notice things, and small towns, where everyone knows each other, are awash with suspicion, rumors, gossip, etc. In any case, later in the evening, I simply asked, "Is everyone ready to go into the Jacuzzi," I anticipated an immediate ok. Marianne threw us a curve, "I'm really sorry, but I can't go into the water tonight." Looking at Jan, she continued, "Remember, I had that ingrown toenail on my big toe fixed on Thursday, and I have to keep it dry over the weekend." "Oh, damn, I completely forgot that! And there's no way that we could cover that enough to protect it in the Jacuzzi. Damn!" There was instant deflation. While Jan and I liked Marianne for herself, there is no denying that having sex with her had been our dominant goal of the evening. Marianne, of course, had known of the problem and had assumed that Jan recognized it too. We just sat there, glum expressions all around. Finally, the deadly silence was broken by Jan simply saying, "Well, if we can't go into the water, why don't we just go in on the bed?" Now, that might sound like the obvious solution - and, of course, it was. However, there is a major psychological difference between going into the Jacuzzi and just having things develop - presumably without overt planning - and just getting into bed together for the purpose of having sex! When Marianne had asked Jan, "Do you want to go up to the bedroom," there was no mistaking what the question meant. It was a momentous decision and, obviously, she said yes. Now, Marianne, faced with the same choice made that same decision and any pretense of just being an innocent woman who had been carried away in the Jacuzzi was banished. With no real hesitancy, just a bit of embarrassment shown by a significant blush, she simply said "Ok." Then after a moment, "I'll...I'll have to go downstairs for a minute. I'll be right back." She was gone downstairs for considerably longer than a minute, but, of course she did come back, coming into the bedroom wearing her nightgown. Jan had made the same preparations and she, too, was wearing a nightgown, wanting to make the things less stressful for Marianne. There is always a period of awkwardness the first time you are in a situation like this. As Marianne admitted later, coming up the stairs and walking down the hall to the bedroom to have sex with us was very hard. She wanted to it, was going to do it...but it was hard! Jacuzzi Ch. 08 Jan met her at the door and embraced her, kissed her and whispered in her ear, "I love you." She loved her as a long-time dear friend, but there was now a great deal more. Marianne gratefully responded, returning the kiss and whispering, "I love you, too," as the tension she felt melted away. I was lying there, naked, on the bed in the dimly lit room and, shortly afterwards, I was joined by two nightgown attired women - who were, soon, also naked. This was a situation that most men can only fantasize about - in bed with two naked women, both willing and eager to engage in sex with you and each other. Best of all, in a way, one of them is you loving wife so that there is no overtone of clandestineness. Oh, some men might enjoy the additional stimulus and danger of getting away with something behind their wife's back, but for me, this was perfect. Marianne was in the middle between us and we were both feeling and kissing her. I had felt all of her in the Jacuzzi but that was part of an exciting but chaotic situation, but now I could savor the unhurried fondling of her body as I cupped her breasts and explored between her legs. It had been many years since I had done that with a woman other than Jan, and, as you might imagine, my cock was as hard as it ever had been. Jan's hands competed with mine in our caressing of Marianne but, after a time, she became more aggressive, leaning over her and began an intense period of deep kissing. Marianne's arms went up around her, their tits together, as Jan's hand was in her cunt hair and her finger on her clit. Abruptly, Jan pulled away and she began working her way down Marianne's body. She kissed and sucked her breasts, particularly the nipples, and moved downwards, over her stomach and into the hair. Getting up on her knees, she moved down to Marianne's feet, and, as Marianne raised and parted her legs, moved between them and began kissing and licking her cunt. You read about and see videos about a woman performing oral sex, cunnilingus, on another woman, but seeing your wife doing it live right beside you is an amazing experience. I could actually see her tongue licking rapidly over the clit and her mouth buried in the hair as she sucked it. Periodically, she would pull away slightly and run her tongue down between the cunt lips and back. It was fascinating was to see Marianne lifting and rotating her hips, causing Jan to hang on with her hands to keep contact with the cunt. I had seen Jan worked up many times, of course, but it was very different just watching both women as they went on. However, I wasn't just sitting there observing - I was fondling Marianne's tits and squeezing them, matching her rhythm, as she as she moved. I was close beside her and impulsively leaned over and kissed her. She responded by putting her arms up around me, definitely returning the kiss as she continued undulating against Jan's tongue and mouth. The kiss was brief and, as I pulled back, her arms fell to her side and, unexpectedly, her left hand came right down on my hard cock which was against her side—and she gripped and held it. She didn't move her fingers or stroke it - fortunately because otherwise it would have exploded - she just held it! The kiss and the involuntary, probably, gripping of my cock inexplicitly sent a wave of affection for her through me. Something more than the mere physical excitement I felt. In any case, the whole experience of watching one woman working hard to bring another woman to orgasm was fascinating to a degree that was totally unexpected. I was a normal man who had a reasonable amount of pre-martial experience, but this was completely new. In addition, I saw my wife in a whole new way. She obviously was a very fast learner - she had done this only twice - or she was naturally talented in cunnilingus! Whatever, Marianne continued undulating; thrusting her pelvis up and down as Jan gripped her hips and held her mouth tight again Marianne's cunt as the passion mounted. It was wildly exciting to watch and it led to what had to have been an incredible orgasm! Not surprisingly, both of them collapsed for some time after their mutual exertion. Marianne's legs just flopped down and Jan rested her head on her stomach as they attempted to catch their breath. Finally, Jan raised up, smiling at me, and, even in the dim light, I could see that her face was glistening from her own saliva combined with Marianne's emissions. She moved back up, wiped her cheeks with a tissue and then leaned over Marianne to kiss me with her lips still wet. That excited me - straight from Marianne's cunt to my mouth! Since then, I've tasted Marianne's cunt as I've licked her, myself, but that was the first time and it was, as I said, exciting. In addition, all this time, Marianne still had her hand on my cock, just lightly holding it. As she pulled away and rose up, she smiled directly at me and gave it a gentle squeeze - a very personal moment that was more than just sex. It was Jan's turn and we repeated that combination of physically exploring her body with a session of cunnilingus. Obviously, I knew the erogenous zones which turned her on and how she liked to be stroked and massaged - things that I didn't know as yet about Marianne - so I could be more efficient in arousing her. I have always taken pride in giving her pleasure with my fingers and, with Marianne participating, she was more than ready when Marianne moved between her thighs and began licking and sucking. I had brought Jan to orgasm hundreds of times and watched her reach her climax, but it was very different watching her react to Marianne's manipulations. Actually, her movements were very similar to the way that Marianne had reacted and I guess the up and down, twisting and grinding motions are universal, but I think that every woman probably is unique in some was as they become aroused. Both Marianne and Jan are relatively quiet - no shrieks, no verbal exhortations (in cunnilingus or intercourse) - when involved in sex. I don't know if this is also universal - outside of porno films - but the most distinctive sound they make is a massive exhaling of their breath as they reach climax, leaving them, literally, "out of breath!" In any case, Jan's arousal gradually grew as Marianne applied her talents, learned years ago, to her body. She was doing the usual licking and sucking of Jan's clit, but with more variations. For example, she occasionally forced her legs up higher and licked downward through the cunt lips to her asshole. I had an idea as to what she was doing from how far back her head was, but I couldn't actually see the contact. Jan obviously reacted strongly to that so Marianne did it repeatedly. Also, and I didn't know this till later, when Marianne knew that Jan was approaching orgasm, she inserted a finger into Jan's ass and finger-fucked her in rhythm with her undulations. Jan erupted into a massive orgasm, squeezing her thighs together so that Marianne's head was imprisoned between them. And then, finally, it was my turn! I had been feeling both of them. I had watched both of them engaged in oral sex, each between the others legs. Both of them, at one stage of their arousal, had their hand on my cock. Frankly, I was somewhat surprised that I hadn't cum in one or the other's hand. Fortunately, I have never been afflicted with premature ejaculation. In addition, as I have gotten older, it takes me longer to work up to going off. That stood me in good stead that evening - and, actually, since then. When they had recovered, I found myself in a position that men only dream of - on my back, naked, my arms around a naked woman on each side, cuddled up against me. There were tits squeezed against me as they ran their hand over my chest and down to my cock. Every now and then, one or the other would raise up and kiss me or lean over and kiss the other. Gradually, they concentrated more on my cock and balls. Jan, knowing my body and my preferences from over the years, took the lead and pulled away and moved down and took my cock in her mouth and began lightly sucking. Marianne had moved down at the same time played with my balls while watching Jan an expression that is difficult to describe. She definitely was startled by Jan's action, but she also seemed to be nervous and worried and, maybe, a bit fearful. What made her nervous and fearful became evident when Jan took my cock out of her mouth and held it toward her in a clear invitation to suck it. As we discovered later, Marianne had never kissed a cock, much less taken it in her mouth. Jan assumed that she was just being shy and proffered it again with an encouraging smile, not realizing that it was a traumatic moment for Marianne. The pressure to succumb was real and Marianne, hesitantly and reluctantly, leaned forward, opened her mouth and, for the first time, took a cock in. As she admitted later to Jan, she was repulsed by the idea of doing such a thing, but found, to her surprise, once it was in, she really didn't mind it - and doing it, surprisingly, was exciting, possibly because it was sort of perverse. She would have been stunned to know that as time passed she would come to accept sucking my cock all the way and, without hesitation, swallow everything. Fortunately, at that time I was not interested in being sucked off and I was getting to the danger point. I pulled away from the two women with an urgent desire to fuck a cunt. Jan, without hesitation moved away, leaving Marianne on her back as my target. There was no hesitancy there either as she raised and spread her legs and welcomed me into herself, even using her fingers to help my cock find her hole. There was no impediment as I slid into her well lubricated passageway and began the millennium-old process of fucking a woman. Jan moved over, close beside us, her fingers reaching in and fondling and massaging my balls as I plunged in and out of Marianne. I had fucked her in the Jacuzzi, but this was very different. That had been good, I had enjoyed it, but it really wasn't personal - anymore that Bryan having Jan was personal. This was very personal. She was on her back on our bed and I was in her - the two of us were having sex with each other, not just a cock and cunt coming together in an orgy. Maybe the difference was just in my mind, but this time I really felt that I was really having Marianne Curry, not just a cunt! Regardless of all of that, the fucking took the usual course with the gradual buildup to a crescendo, the plunges in and out becoming more rapid and harder. Marianne seemed to match my intensity as she rose up to meet my inward thrusts. Of course, there was no thinking going on once the rush toward orgasm began, just that uncontrolled intensity as I ground against her and ejaculated deep inside of her. Jan had continued her massaging of my balls, even slapping them hard as I came into Marianne. I held tight against Marianne's cunt for a brief time, breathless and energy completely depleted. Then, something completely unexpected occurred - as I pulled my softening cock out of Marianne and collapsed beside her, Jan bent over and took my cock into her mouth and gently sucked it, removing it's coating mixture of my cum and Marianne's juices. Then, immediately, she lifted and spread Marianne's legs and proceeded to lick and suck her cunt, swallowing the outflow and cleaning the lips. That was unbelievable and very erotic! Sitting up and wiping her face, she simply said, "There, I was part of you two fucking!" She then kissed Marianne, adding, "Now we both have Jeff's cum in us!" Epilogue That was the first of many sex-filled evenings with the three of us. Marianne was with us almost every Saturday night during the school year and more often when school was out. We continued having Tim and Lois and Doug and Susan over, but the highlight was after they were gone - on the bed, not in the Jacuzzi. Marianne's sexual horizons were expanded by felatio, i.e. cock sucking, as well as cunnilingus and, eventually, anal sex. Bryan was making very good money in North Dakota and seemed quite comfortable living with their son and his wife. Marianne flew out there twice, but was not impressed. In any case, she had two more years before her school pension vested, so any chance of an immediate move was financially out of the question. Actually, both of them seemed ok with the status quo, which, of course suited Jan and me perfectly. Both women turned out to be completely bi-sexual, at least with each other, and, for me, it was perfect: a wife I loved and loved me in return, plus what amounted to a second wife for sex and friendship. Fortunately, there was no jealousy on Jan's part - Marianne was her sex partner, too. In fact, when Jan flew to Florida with our daughter Joan to visit her parents while I taught summer school, Marianne slept with me most nights. I know that many people will say that it sounds too perfect to be true and it just wouldn't work, or that it is a depraved and degenerate life style. My answer simply is that, first, we're happy and it most certainly has worked and, second, you're probably right it is depraved and degenerate - but we don't care!