Hot Tub Confessions Three Certainly Isn t A Crowd
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Prelude
I had already taken two long soaks in the hot tub, but I would have been lying if I said I'd found any relaxation there. In actuality, it had been anything but relaxing. It wouldn't have been fair to blame the tub. The culprit had definitely been the company that I keep.
Sure, we'd all had some fun in the hot tub. Watching Paula cum for Scott's talented fingers had made my balls churn. I'd had a hard-on for far too long, and I was determined to rectify that situation by any means necessary. In layman's terms, I had been desperately in need of a fuck.
So, with arms linked, we had headed for the patio door, and the master bedroom that lay just beyond it. A million thoughts had swirled around inside my head. All of those thoughts included finding a warm and willing place to park my hard cock.
That was how I had envisioned the evening playing out, but somewhere along the way I'd ended up having a change of heart. I had learned a powerful lesson that day about the intoxicating effect of abandoning my own desires and watching passion blossom.
Let's Just Fuck Already!
From the moment the door slammed shut behind me, my attention was unwittingly focussed on the massive king sized bed that dominated the small cottage bedroom. It couldn't have held my attention any more completely, even if it had been adorned with flashing neon lights and bells and whistles in all shapes and sizes.
My mind was so occupied with thoughts of that bed, and all of the fantasies and desires that it conjured up, that Scott and Paula's pleasant chatter was little more than a buzzing in my ears. Oh, I heard the words alright, but they were muffled and inconsequential - as if I had cotton balls in my ears.
I had Paula hanging from my left arm, and Scott from my right. They may as well have been boat anchors as I did my best Olympic speed walk across the room to stand at the side of the bed like an anxious dog. I could smell fresh air and sunshine, but needed someone to turn the key and open the door.
I remember shuffling my weight from foot to foot, with my eyes roaming constantly between Paula and Scott. I was waiting, anticipating some cue or instruction to let me know how this evening would play out. The beating of my heart was deafening in contrast to the quiet turmoil in my mind.
I was stunned for an instant when Paula's towel suddenly dropped to the floor. Her familiar curves were always enough to light my fire, but tonight the effect was magnified a thousand times over. My heart beat once, like a thunderclap, and then raced out of control. My pulse quickened, like the drumming of rain on a window pane.
There she stood, with her eyes twinkling and a crooked smile on her lips. She was a vision of beauty. Her cheeks were rosy and her bosom heaved with excitement. The cool night air had her nipples standing at attention, and beads of moisture glistened on her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
She extended her hand and waggled a finger to beckon me closer. In a flash I was at her side, folding her into my arms. We kissed hungrily and with complete abandon, lips mashed together and tongues playfully clashing.
As Paula and I broke our kiss to come up for a breath of air, the creaking bedsprings signalled that Scott had sprawled out comfortably on the bed. I gently spun Paula around so that we both faced him, angling her torso down so that her hands rested on the mattress.
I let my towel fall to the floor and nudged her legs further apart with my feet. I looked Scott right in the eyes as I grasped my stiff prick in hand and slowly traced it up and down the cleft of Paula's ass.
Paula moaned her approval and wiggled back against me as Scott rolled onto his back and peeled back his towel. Once his cock was released it sprang to full attention. Scott made a fist around it, pumping it up and down very deliberately while he watched us watching him.
From my vantage point I could clearly see a pearl of precum seep from the tip of his cock, rolling down his fingers as he stroked. I smacked my cock on Paula's backside as we continued to watch Scott grow and twitch with excitement.
"Lover," Paula said, "do you want me first, or is it somebody else's turn?" She followed this question with a playful giggle.
I didn't answer, maybe because my mind couldn't determine in that fleeting second which option I would prefer. Both choices had real potential. Then my mind was made up for me.
Paula gently pulled away from me, first placing one knee, and then the other, up on the bed. She slowly crawled to Scott, bowing her head and drawing her tongue along his fingers and then his shaft, eradicating any trace of his secretions.
Scott grunted, releasing hold of himself and lacing his fingers behind his head as Paula's lips engulfed the head of his cock. His eyes closed and his breathing became ragged as Paula expertly sucked him off.
I was left standing at the side of the bed, tugging my prick as more and more of Scott's shaft disappeared into Paula's mouth. My feet were rooted to the floor as I watched with fascination. My eyes roamed over them as I tried to absorb every detail.
For a moment I felt disappointment, or maybe regret, but it quickly faded and was replaced with something else. A pleasant warmth radiated from my inner core, silencing my concerns as my wife continued to lovingly suck our friend's cock.
Gradually Scott became more and more animated, pushing his cock deeper into Paula's throat. His eyes were focussed on her face and they blazed with desire. His fingers were no longer laced behind his head. He held the headboard with both hands, giving him more leverage to thrust with.
Paula had one hand circling the base of Scott's cock and the other between her legs, feverishly rubbing her clit. At times she would close her eyes, moaning around his girth. Other times she would let him slip from between her lips, taking a big gasp of air before letting him bury his cock in her throat again.
Finally the spell was broken and my feet were no longer bound to the floor. I climbed on to the bed and got down on my knees next to Paula. Feeling the bed move, she pulled Scott's cock from her mouth with a popping sound and turned her face to me.
I'm not sure, but I think she was about to speak when I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, delivering a stinging swat on her rear end at the same time.
"Ow! Fuck! What was that for...?" she began to question before I plunged her mouth down on Scott's cock once more, my fingers tangled in her hair.
I felt her body tense as his girth filled her mouth and throat. At the same time, I buried two fingers in her sopping cunt. She moaned around his prick as I fingerfucked her. I let go of her hair to focus both of my hands on her pussy, fingering her while rubbing and tapping my fingers on her clit.
Even without my persuasion, Paula continued to suck and deepthroat Scott's cock with the same intensity. Saliva coated every inch of his shaft and dribbled down Paula's chin.
The warmth in my belly had grown from a flickering candle flame into a raging inferno. The muted throbbing of my cock returned with a vengeance as my wife came up for air and turned her face to me.
"Am I doing a good job?" she asked, releasing his cock with a faint smile.
"Yes, my love. It's perfect. I'm sorry if I got carried away in the heat of the moment..." I explained sheepishly.
"I know you said you wanted to see a show and not be the show," she giggled.
I kissed her then and tasted Scott's saltiness in her mouth. My cock throbbed and tingled. She was right, I laughed to myself, I had said that.
"Will you fuck him now, baby? Please? Cum all over his cock. I want to hear you moan his name..." I pleaded with her.
I was almost surprised at myself for having said it. As soon as the thought had come to my mind, the words had simply poured from my lips.
By way of an answer, my wife smiled sweetly at me and wiggled her way up Scott's body until his throbbing cock was nestled against her pussy lips.
Paula raised her hips and I leaned forward, taking hold of Scott's manhood and guiding him inside of her. I cupped Scott's balls in my hand until his entire shaft disappeared, buried to the hilt.
Scott reached around, grabbing her ass and spreading her cheeks. He made little circular movements with his pelvis and took short thrusts until she relaxed for him, allowing him to begin fucking her in earnest.
On my knees between Scott's spread legs I had the perfect vantage point to watch my wife and my friend enjoy a passionate fuck. I tugged my cock in time to their movements, matching every thrust.
Paula leaned forward, dangling her breasts provocatively in Scott's face. He began to suck and nibble on her nipples, making her moan and thrash her head around. I spit on my finger, easing it inside Paula's asshole and massaging Scott's shaft as he pumped in and out of her pussy.
I was painfully hard now and precum oozed from my cock in a constant flow. I stopped masturbating myself, focussing instead on working my finger in and out of Paula's rosebud and once again fondling Scott's heavy balls.
The sights, smells, and sounds of sex filled the room. Paula and Scott were both red-faced now, and their fucking had increased to a breakneck speed. They moaned and groaned in unison and looked into each other's eyes.
"I'm close, Paula!" Scott gasped.
"Me too! I am so fucking close!" Paula said, throwing back her head.
I could feel Scott's balls tensing up in my hand. I looked at his face. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He held Paula's breasts in his hands and took deep thrusts into her cunt, each time making a wet smacking sound as he drove it in all the way to the hilt.
I flopped down on my back on the bed next to Scott. My left leg was draped over his right, and we were lying shoulder to shoulder. I gently pulled his hand off of Paula's breast, wrapping his fingers around my shaft. He squeezed me with his rough hand and pumped my cock for all he was worth.
I stared up at my wife as Scott slammed into her. Their fucking was absolutely frantic now. Paula's mouth was making the silent "O" of an approaching orgasm. Scott and I had both marvelled over that expression. We had discussed it in the past and called it 'the look.'
"Say it! Say his fucking name!" I grunted.
"Scott, oh Scott, I'm cumming! Fuck me harder, I'm cumming!"
Paula's body jerked spastically and then she collapsed onto Scott's chest with a sob. She trembled violently. Her orgasm seemed to continue to swell and build. I could just imagine her juices soaking his cock and balls. With a series of feral grunts, Scott lost control and began to cum in my wife.
Scott was still squeezing and stroking my cock. As I watched them cum together, I gave in to my own climax. I growled in the back of my throat and gripped the bedsheets with both hands. My balls churned and spurt after spurt of cum burst forth.
The first cum geyser splattered the pillow between my head and Scott's. The second hit my shoulder, and all the successive squirts landed on my abdomen and began to pool as Scott slowed his stroking and finally stopped.
I turned my head a little, making eye contact with Paula. She had a far away, dreamlike quality in her eyes. I kissed her then, and she returned my kiss with growing passion. She then shared an equally passionate kiss with Scott, before taking his hand and bringing it to my lips where I licked my seed from his fingers.
We struggled to catch our breath. Scott and I were on our backs and Paula was draped unceremoniously across us. We were all trembling and shaking, utterly exhausted from the intensity of the sexual experience that we had shared.
In time, we spread ourselves out across the bed for the sake of comfort, still a tangle of arms and legs. I used my tongue to clean up the combined fluids that had pooled around the base of Scott's cock and balls, and also the trickle of cream that spilled from Paula's puffy pussy lips.
The three of us fell asleep like that, with Paula and I running our hands over Scott's hairy, muscular chest. I think that I was the last to drift off to sleep. As I nodded off I wondered, could tomorrow possibly be better than today? After all, tomorrow there would be four of us enjoying that marvellous hot tub...
To be continued...
I had already taken two long soaks in the hot tub, but I would have been lying if I said I'd found any relaxation there. In actuality, it had been anything but relaxing. It wouldn't have been fair to blame the tub. The culprit had definitely been the company that I keep.
Sure, we'd all had some fun in the hot tub. Watching Paula cum for Scott's talented fingers had made my balls churn. I'd had a hard-on for far too long, and I was determined to rectify that situation by any means necessary. In layman's terms, I had been desperately in need of a fuck.
So, with arms linked, we had headed for the patio door, and the master bedroom that lay just beyond it. A million thoughts had swirled around inside my head. All of those thoughts included finding a warm and willing place to park my hard cock.
That was how I had envisioned the evening playing out, but somewhere along the way I'd ended up having a change of heart. I had learned a powerful lesson that day about the intoxicating effect of abandoning my own desires and watching passion blossom.
Let's Just Fuck Already!
From the moment the door slammed shut behind me, my attention was unwittingly focussed on the massive king sized bed that dominated the small cottage bedroom. It couldn't have held my attention any more completely, even if it had been adorned with flashing neon lights and bells and whistles in all shapes and sizes.
My mind was so occupied with thoughts of that bed, and all of the fantasies and desires that it conjured up, that Scott and Paula's pleasant chatter was little more than a buzzing in my ears. Oh, I heard the words alright, but they were muffled and inconsequential - as if I had cotton balls in my ears.
I had Paula hanging from my left arm, and Scott from my right. They may as well have been boat anchors as I did my best Olympic speed walk across the room to stand at the side of the bed like an anxious dog. I could smell fresh air and sunshine, but needed someone to turn the key and open the door.
I remember shuffling my weight from foot to foot, with my eyes roaming constantly between Paula and Scott. I was waiting, anticipating some cue or instruction to let me know how this evening would play out. The beating of my heart was deafening in contrast to the quiet turmoil in my mind.
I was stunned for an instant when Paula's towel suddenly dropped to the floor. Her familiar curves were always enough to light my fire, but tonight the effect was magnified a thousand times over. My heart beat once, like a thunderclap, and then raced out of control. My pulse quickened, like the drumming of rain on a window pane.
There she stood, with her eyes twinkling and a crooked smile on her lips. She was a vision of beauty. Her cheeks were rosy and her bosom heaved with excitement. The cool night air had her nipples standing at attention, and beads of moisture glistened on her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
She extended her hand and waggled a finger to beckon me closer. In a flash I was at her side, folding her into my arms. We kissed hungrily and with complete abandon, lips mashed together and tongues playfully clashing.
As Paula and I broke our kiss to come up for a breath of air, the creaking bedsprings signalled that Scott had sprawled out comfortably on the bed. I gently spun Paula around so that we both faced him, angling her torso down so that her hands rested on the mattress.
I let my towel fall to the floor and nudged her legs further apart with my feet. I looked Scott right in the eyes as I grasped my stiff prick in hand and slowly traced it up and down the cleft of Paula's ass.
Paula moaned her approval and wiggled back against me as Scott rolled onto his back and peeled back his towel. Once his cock was released it sprang to full attention. Scott made a fist around it, pumping it up and down very deliberately while he watched us watching him.
From my vantage point I could clearly see a pearl of precum seep from the tip of his cock, rolling down his fingers as he stroked. I smacked my cock on Paula's backside as we continued to watch Scott grow and twitch with excitement.
"Lover," Paula said, "do you want me first, or is it somebody else's turn?" She followed this question with a playful giggle.
I didn't answer, maybe because my mind couldn't determine in that fleeting second which option I would prefer. Both choices had real potential. Then my mind was made up for me.
Paula gently pulled away from me, first placing one knee, and then the other, up on the bed. She slowly crawled to Scott, bowing her head and drawing her tongue along his fingers and then his shaft, eradicating any trace of his secretions.
Scott grunted, releasing hold of himself and lacing his fingers behind his head as Paula's lips engulfed the head of his cock. His eyes closed and his breathing became ragged as Paula expertly sucked him off.
I was left standing at the side of the bed, tugging my prick as more and more of Scott's shaft disappeared into Paula's mouth. My feet were rooted to the floor as I watched with fascination. My eyes roamed over them as I tried to absorb every detail.
For a moment I felt disappointment, or maybe regret, but it quickly faded and was replaced with something else. A pleasant warmth radiated from my inner core, silencing my concerns as my wife continued to lovingly suck our friend's cock.
Gradually Scott became more and more animated, pushing his cock deeper into Paula's throat. His eyes were focussed on her face and they blazed with desire. His fingers were no longer laced behind his head. He held the headboard with both hands, giving him more leverage to thrust with.
Paula had one hand circling the base of Scott's cock and the other between her legs, feverishly rubbing her clit. At times she would close her eyes, moaning around his girth. Other times she would let him slip from between her lips, taking a big gasp of air before letting him bury his cock in her throat again.
Finally the spell was broken and my feet were no longer bound to the floor. I climbed on to the bed and got down on my knees next to Paula. Feeling the bed move, she pulled Scott's cock from her mouth with a popping sound and turned her face to me.
I'm not sure, but I think she was about to speak when I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, delivering a stinging swat on her rear end at the same time.
"Ow! Fuck! What was that for...?" she began to question before I plunged her mouth down on Scott's cock once more, my fingers tangled in her hair.
I felt her body tense as his girth filled her mouth and throat. At the same time, I buried two fingers in her sopping cunt. She moaned around his prick as I fingerfucked her. I let go of her hair to focus both of my hands on her pussy, fingering her while rubbing and tapping my fingers on her clit.
Even without my persuasion, Paula continued to suck and deepthroat Scott's cock with the same intensity. Saliva coated every inch of his shaft and dribbled down Paula's chin.
The warmth in my belly had grown from a flickering candle flame into a raging inferno. The muted throbbing of my cock returned with a vengeance as my wife came up for air and turned her face to me.
"Am I doing a good job?" she asked, releasing his cock with a faint smile.
"Yes, my love. It's perfect. I'm sorry if I got carried away in the heat of the moment..." I explained sheepishly.
"I know you said you wanted to see a show and not be the show," she giggled.
I kissed her then and tasted Scott's saltiness in her mouth. My cock throbbed and tingled. She was right, I laughed to myself, I had said that.
"Will you fuck him now, baby? Please? Cum all over his cock. I want to hear you moan his name..." I pleaded with her.
I was almost surprised at myself for having said it. As soon as the thought had come to my mind, the words had simply poured from my lips.
By way of an answer, my wife smiled sweetly at me and wiggled her way up Scott's body until his throbbing cock was nestled against her pussy lips.
Paula raised her hips and I leaned forward, taking hold of Scott's manhood and guiding him inside of her. I cupped Scott's balls in my hand until his entire shaft disappeared, buried to the hilt.
Scott reached around, grabbing her ass and spreading her cheeks. He made little circular movements with his pelvis and took short thrusts until she relaxed for him, allowing him to begin fucking her in earnest.
On my knees between Scott's spread legs I had the perfect vantage point to watch my wife and my friend enjoy a passionate fuck. I tugged my cock in time to their movements, matching every thrust.
Paula leaned forward, dangling her breasts provocatively in Scott's face. He began to suck and nibble on her nipples, making her moan and thrash her head around. I spit on my finger, easing it inside Paula's asshole and massaging Scott's shaft as he pumped in and out of her pussy.
I was painfully hard now and precum oozed from my cock in a constant flow. I stopped masturbating myself, focussing instead on working my finger in and out of Paula's rosebud and once again fondling Scott's heavy balls.
The sights, smells, and sounds of sex filled the room. Paula and Scott were both red-faced now, and their fucking had increased to a breakneck speed. They moaned and groaned in unison and looked into each other's eyes.
"I'm close, Paula!" Scott gasped.
"Me too! I am so fucking close!" Paula said, throwing back her head.
I could feel Scott's balls tensing up in my hand. I looked at his face. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He held Paula's breasts in his hands and took deep thrusts into her cunt, each time making a wet smacking sound as he drove it in all the way to the hilt.
I flopped down on my back on the bed next to Scott. My left leg was draped over his right, and we were lying shoulder to shoulder. I gently pulled his hand off of Paula's breast, wrapping his fingers around my shaft. He squeezed me with his rough hand and pumped my cock for all he was worth.
I stared up at my wife as Scott slammed into her. Their fucking was absolutely frantic now. Paula's mouth was making the silent "O" of an approaching orgasm. Scott and I had both marvelled over that expression. We had discussed it in the past and called it 'the look.'
"Say it! Say his fucking name!" I grunted.
"Scott, oh Scott, I'm cumming! Fuck me harder, I'm cumming!"
Paula's body jerked spastically and then she collapsed onto Scott's chest with a sob. She trembled violently. Her orgasm seemed to continue to swell and build. I could just imagine her juices soaking his cock and balls. With a series of feral grunts, Scott lost control and began to cum in my wife.
Scott was still squeezing and stroking my cock. As I watched them cum together, I gave in to my own climax. I growled in the back of my throat and gripped the bedsheets with both hands. My balls churned and spurt after spurt of cum burst forth.
The first cum geyser splattered the pillow between my head and Scott's. The second hit my shoulder, and all the successive squirts landed on my abdomen and began to pool as Scott slowed his stroking and finally stopped.
I turned my head a little, making eye contact with Paula. She had a far away, dreamlike quality in her eyes. I kissed her then, and she returned my kiss with growing passion. She then shared an equally passionate kiss with Scott, before taking his hand and bringing it to my lips where I licked my seed from his fingers.
We struggled to catch our breath. Scott and I were on our backs and Paula was draped unceremoniously across us. We were all trembling and shaking, utterly exhausted from the intensity of the sexual experience that we had shared.
In time, we spread ourselves out across the bed for the sake of comfort, still a tangle of arms and legs. I used my tongue to clean up the combined fluids that had pooled around the base of Scott's cock and balls, and also the trickle of cream that spilled from Paula's puffy pussy lips.
The three of us fell asleep like that, with Paula and I running our hands over Scott's hairy, muscular chest. I think that I was the last to drift off to sleep. As I nodded off I wondered, could tomorrow possibly be better than today? After all, tomorrow there would be four of us enjoying that marvellous hot tub...
To be continued...
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