Hot Tub Encounter With A Cousin

My cousin and her daughter moved into our little studio style guest apartment a month ago when my cousin's marriage failed. Incidentally, her daughter had moved back home prior because her live-in boyfriend ran off with another girl and she couldn't afford rent on her own.

Tina and I, along with a whole brood of other cousins were reasonably close growing up. We all lived in the same state and no further than a few hours drive from each of us. 

As adults of course we all went our own ways but managed to stay in touch. More so now since the advent of social media. 

Tina worked in the airline industry so naturally she was often gone for several days at a time. I'm not certain but I think that's why her marriages seem to fail. Her daughter, Ashley is pretty cool but also a bit of a free spirit that tends to make some questionable decisions. Who doesn't, right? Otherwise.. she's your seemingly typical young twenty-something that enjoys having a good time.

A few nights ago I was out on our backyard patio, sitting in the hottub with a bottle of wine and several bottles of beer when Ashley walked out the apartment and sat in one of the patio chair. She was bored and appeared to be aimlessly playing a game on her phone when I offered her a glass of wine pointing to the tray next to the hottub.

My wife soon joined me in the hot tub and placed two additional bottles of wine in the ice bucket. The three of us sipped adult beverages and talked for awhile when my wife told Ash to go change and join us.

It may have been the slight buzz I already had but when Ashley returned with just a bikini on I couldn't help myself but notice that she looked pretty hot. We seemed to have a pretty good time drinking and relaxing. When Ash would get too hot she would prop herself up onto the side of the tub for a few minutes to cool off and then re-submerge herself. Those few minutes out of the water provided ample opportunity to sneak a pervy view of Ashley's breasts and cameltoe. It was then that I realized how glad I was that the raging bubbles from the jets made it impossible for her or my wife for that matter, see the tremendous bulge in my swim trunks from my erection. I really did feel like a dirty old man!

After putting away a bottle and a half of wine my wife seemed to be in a good mood. She was joking and giggling with Ash about all kinds of nonsense.

"Oh, I'm getting too hot, I think I'm going to get out," my wife said above the roar of the jets. When she stood up out of the water she momentarily wobbled. A clear indication that the copious amounts of wine she had consumed were having the expected affect.

As I've written in my profile bio, my wife has long since lost pretty much all interest in sex. I can count on one hand the times we have done it in 2021 so far and I won't even need to use my thumb. Those few times though, were usually after she had been drinking and presumably the effects of the alcohol had lowered her inhibitions of whatever sexual hang-ups she had.

By this time I was so aroused by the view of Ashley's body that when it occurred to me that my wife was buzzed I jumped at the opportunity to approach her about sex.

"Yeah... I think I'll get out too." I said as I discreetly shifted my junk as to make the bulge in my shorts less, then stood up and followed my wife out of the tub. As the wife and I towled off, I told Ash that she was welcome to stay in and have another beer. An offer in which she enthusiasticly accepted!

I assisted my wife up the steps into the house and followed closely behind her bikini covered ass like an animal in the rut. When we got into the bedroom I closed the door behind us as she wormed herself out of her bikini top and lowerd her bottoms. Gently embracing her from behind I cupped a breast with one hand while reaching around with the other coming to rest with slight pressure against her clitoris.

"I'm tired, Logan. I'm not in the mood. I have a headache. I want to go to sleep." You know, the usual excuses.

After throwing the normal tantrum, I quickly acquiesced and left the bedroom turning off the light and shutting the door behind me. It wasn't even midnight so I doubted her sincerity and suspected that she would be on her phone  for the next couple of hours. I decided to grab a bottle of bourbon and go back to the hot tub.

It was no surprise to see Ashley was no longer soaking. 

Bummer. 

The only consolation to the evening was the thought of being able to watch her bounce around the tub. I guess that was even to much to ask that night.

Ash had left the top off. I assumed it was because it was too big and awkward for her to put back on. I grabbed my bottle and poured a half glass before I settled into the 102 degree water. 

"You're back? I thought you guys went to bed?" From behind me Ashley walked down the steps from the apartment wearing a red robe and holding her phone.

She dis-robed and climbed back into tub while at the same time mischievously swiping my glass of bourbon off the tray next to me. Now standing just out of arms reach and locking eyes, she grinned as she raised the glass to her lips and promptly drank over half its contents. Sheepishly I broke her gaze but then became immediately fixated on her narrow waist and the faint outline of her cameltoe through her bikini bottoms. 

After handing me the glass she grabbed another bottle of beer from the bucket and settled into the water next to me. 

For the next hour or so we both had a pretty good buzz going. Ashley giggled a lot and as we traded humorous anecdotes would frequently grab my arm or playfully smack my shoulder. When she finished yet another beer she stood up to dispose of the bottle into the ice bucket on the other side of the tub. Her butt was only mere feet away as she reached out. Her bikini bottoms had rode up into the crack of her ass and wedged itself in between her butt cheeks revealing two young, beautiful fleshie orbs. I think I had one of the hardest erections that I've had in years.

She reached back and removed the wedgie. "Are you looking at my butt? Perv!"

I froze in a state of shock! How do you respond to that?? She drunkenly spun around and pointed her finger right at my nose and smiled. 

"You were... weren't you??"

The only words I could mutter were...

"Whaat? No!" It was an obvious half hearted denial. Ash ran her hand across my forehead and cheek, then gave me a playful slap with the palm of her hand before sitting back down next to me.

She laughed hysterically at my obvious embarrassment. I was relieved that she turned it into a joke and let me off the hook. I continued to feign a lack of interest but by that point, I secretly wanted to bend her over the edge of the hot tub and pound the fuck out of her! 

Ashley wiggled around and turned to face out of the wall of the tub and the 4 or 5 jets. "Oh... my god, I love these jets." It took a few moments for it to register in my somewhat inebriated brain that she had postioned her crotch next to a jet and was now masturbating right next to me!

Ash's eyes were glazed over when she looked at me and smiled and then shuttered when she found just the right position. Holding onto the rim of the hot tub she started to moan and breath heavily. She acted and sounded as though she was faking it but when she popped her hips up out of the water a little and slid her bikini bottoms off it left zero doubt that she was trying to get off! I was able to catch a quick glimpse of her shaved pussy before she again submerged and lower herself back onto the jet. I had already loosened the draw string of my shorts and covertly started to stroke my cock.

It was then that from under the effervescent water I felt her hand grab mine and place it over her pussy. Ashley manipulated my fingers and pressed them against her clit guiding my index finger in a come hither motion. 

"Just like that... right there. Don't stop." 

She said in a restrained voice just barely audible above the roar of the jets.

In a moment of clarity I suddenly felt panic. 

My wife!

The fog in my inebriated brain momentarily lifted as I spun my head around and searched the slider door and windows for my wife's presence! Ashley continued to masturbate unaware and unfazed until I instinctively tried to withdraw my fingers that were now fully buried inside of vagina. As my eyes darted back and forth between Ashley and the windows I was reassured that our little indiscretion had thus far gone undetected. Ash lowered her mouth to her forearm that was resting on the rim of the tub and used it to restrain the intense moan of a near-orgasm. With the intense jet of water blowing against her labia and my hand she rocked her hips onto my hand and began to fuck herself with my fingers! With a deep breath and loud sigh her shoulders shook with an intense orgasm.

It was a marvelous spectacle!

Ash breathed heavily with her eyes closed and head resting against the tub. I took advantage of the fact she raised her naked bottom out of the water slightly to grope it and then lightly run my finger in her butt crack. Her eyes popped open and with a giggle and a smile, playfully rebuked me for doing so. My bad.

With her bikini now down to her ankles she stood up out of the water and momentarily hovered over me. A full view of her naked hips sent my arousal into overdrive and I produced my erection from my shorts. She glanced down and smiled as I coaxed her body around with little resistance. Now facing away from me, I pull her down from behind to sit in my lap. Ash moved slightly forward and avoided being penetrated. Even after missing the mark it felt good having her naked butt rubbing against my erection. Ash looked back and giggled. "That was fun." Then stood up and made her way out of the tub holding her bikini bottoms in her hand. I made a veiled comment about staying with me a little longer and continuing the fun. She only smiled and said...

 "That might be dangerous." 

Then stuffed her bikini into the pocket of her robe and walked off to the apartment.

She was right of course. It would have beendangerous. Had she stayed, we were most definitely going to fuck.

Very disappointed, with a raging erection and an impending case of serious blue balls I got out and headed into the house. 

As it turns out, my earlier suspicions were true. Propped up against pillows, sitting in the dark room was my wife fully entranced by whatever bullshit was on social media.

I stripped my wet shorts off and toweled dry before crawling naked under the covers. Amazingly enough, I didn't have to do the normal begging and pleading for sex because without even looking at me my wife reached down and pulled her pajamas off. I doubt she even stopped scrolling through the endless posts from celebrities she admires but don't really matter much in this world. When she rolled to her side and lifted her leg I pressed my hips against her, found her pussy and penetrated her. In the darkness of the room lit only by the light from her smart phone, I pumped into her with deep, long rhythmic strokes in hope that she would at least acknowledge the fact that she was getting fucked. I closed my eyes and fantasized that the ass I was spooned up against and warm vagina I was in was Ashley's. When I orgasmed, it was all I could do to keep from yelling her name.