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Hotel Hot Tub

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Three girls in a hot tub and then...


My wife and I were lounging in the hotel jacuzzi just before 11:00 one evening, after driving over 12 hours that day. It was just about time for the kids under 16 to leave the pool area and leave the adults an hour of peace before the pool closed at midnight. There was one young couple with a toddler who were getting dried off and ready to leave and a group of three girls. I couldn't tell if they were 15 or 19, highschool or college age. But they were old enough that I'd noticed their figures, and that they were all pretty, particularly the tall, thin blonde, so I hoped they were college-age girls. Once I'd hit 30-ish, it got pretty hard to tell the age of late teenaged girls, and I just tried to avoid pondering the issue, as I was too old for them, they were too young for me, either way, and it was just better not to go there. Besides, now I was even older and married and with my wife, so gazing appreciatively at young women would have been, in my opinion (and certainly from my wife's point of view) at the very least, 'not cool.'  And had they been 15 or 16, when I'd thought they were 19 or 20, well, that would just be all the worse. Kind of creepy, actualy, even if I hadn't thought they were that young. So the parents and the litte girl left, and I was asking my wife whether she wanted to stay or go back to the room, when I glanced over to the pool area (really, it was just a glance) and saw two of the girls, the blonde included, gazing longingly in my direction. Well, that pretty much decided it. No, it was't me they were longing for. I told my wife it looked like the girls really wanted to use the hot tub, so she agreed we should head upstairs and let the girls hang out alone.  "We're going up to our room, if you guys want the hot-tub," i said as I stood up.  "Oh, that's OK, you don't have to leave," the little brunette said, politely. "Nah... we've been here for awhile; you guys should have a turn, without the screaming kids around." There had been a whole bunch in the pool just awhile ago. Now, the place was empty. I figured the girls would like to relax in the tub and talk, talk, talk... So, yeah, it was time for us to go.  Besides, I thought, my wife and I would probably be making love in the next half hour, so it wasn't exactly any great loss, no matter how nice the hot tub was. "Thank you," the blonde said, as she got out of the pool. She had an even nicer body than I'd thought before, and yeah, she was probably at least 18. That made me feel a little better.  "You want the jets on for another half-hour? They're almost done." "Yes, please," said the blonde. I turned the water timer on for a full half-hour and my wife and I walked across the pool deck and the three girls filed past us. I tried to be good and not look at them.  As soon as we left the room my wife leaned in toward me. "The blonde was checking you out," she said. "I doubt it," I said.  "I don't," my wife said. I was one of those guys who'd been blessed by genetics with a good body that in my late 30s I could still keep lean and toned with regular workouts and bike-rides. The fact that I wasn't eating and drinking like I did when I was younger helped too, I'm sure.  But I didn't think girls almost 20 years younger than me were thinking I was hot stuff. My wife, though, was not the only woman who had pointed out that I was in good shape the past few years.  "Well, I have eyes only for you." "Yeah, right," she said. "But I appreciate you making the effort to not stare at her." "Which one?" "The blonde," she said, "you were checking her out."  Busted. How does she always know?  "I'm sorry," I said.  "Uh-huh." But she didn't seem to mind, really.  I had the sense not to continue the conversation any further.  But, a little less than a half hour later after a quick shower together washing off the chlorine and me at least getting a little excited thinking about what was likely going to happen before we went to sleep, and humping on my wife's slippery butt a little as she leaned forward against the shower wall to give me a better angle, we were not, in fact, making love. Rather, I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt heading back downstairs to the ice machine for my wife's Coke she was drinking to settle her upset stomach. We didn't know if it was the Mexican food or the margaritas, but she was not a happy camper and before what was on her insides ended up on her outside... Coke or ginger ale usually did the trick if it was just having eaten a little too much, or too spicy.   Yeah. Five minutes ago I was holding her hips, gently humping away against her near perfect ass (I was - am - really into that...maybe another story...) when she informed me that, she was sorry, but she was feeling like she was going to throw-up.  Oh, ok. Well, gee...this sucks. The ice machine was oh-so conveniently located all the way on the other side of the first floor, right down this little hallway, just after you passed the pool and jacuzzi area, actually. It was now close to midnight, and I didn't see another soul on my way down. Really, the only reason to go down that way was the ice or the jacuzzi & pool, and that was closed to the kids, now. So it wasn't suprising that there was no one about. After I passed the door to the pool room I glanced in the window that was right by the jacuzzi to see if the girls were still there. They were. The little brunette and the third girl, also with dark hair, were on the far side of the tub, sitting next to each other and smiling. The good looking blond was on the side of the tub closest to the window, my side. But she had her back turned towards her friends, the upper half of her body out of the water, her forearms braced on the edge of the tub, fingers clinging to the tiles on the deck like the talons of some bird of prey, and facing straight into the window - and me - from about 6 feet away. Had she had her eyes open, she would no doubt have been as surprised as i was. But they were closed tightly, though her mouth was half open, and she was quite obviously pumping her pelvis against the side of the hot tub, riding one of the water jets. She was in a bright blue and green string bikini and I remember thinking, or just having the thought pop in my head, actually, that 'wow, she's got nice breasts..." as I could see a good bit of them as she lenaed forward...Then I thought "oh s**t!" I did not want to spoil it for her by being there when she opened her eyes. About that same moment, the little brunette saw me and her eyes went wide and she brought her hand up to her mouth so I waved her a quick and silent "OK" sign with my left hand and then a "thumbs up!" and quickly walked down the hall to the ice machine. The whole show had been no more than a few seconds, literally, like three seconds, but that image of her, hunched over, hips in motion...WOW!  I filled the ice bucket and then just stood there for about five minutes, hoping to give the girl time to finish and also hoping her friends hadn't stopped her before she'd been able to cum. I also really hoped all of them weren't thinking I was lurking out here perving on her.  I was actually thinking about an incident my wife had related about a hot tub, but then I thought if I waited any longer, they'd be sure to be thinking I was back here, and doing, well, you know...  So I walked as casually as I could back the way I had come, and taking a quick glance through the window, saw all three girls sitting in the tub and apparently talking as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary had happend. The little brunette was facing the window so I suspect she saw me go by, but I thought it best not to acknowledge her. "You were gone a long time," my wife said, when I got back. "Oh, sorry." "What?" my wife asked as I gave her the Coke with ice.  "What do you mean, 'what'?" I said.  "You're smirking." "I am?"  "So what is it?"  I looked at her and explained that I'd gone by the jacuzzi and that one of the girls had been masturbating on the water jet. No, there was no question about what she was doing, and her friend's reaction had pretty much confirmed it.  She didn't question me when I'd explained that I'd just smiled and given her friend the "thumbs up" and split, but instead asked me which girl had been masturbating. I told her the blonde.  "Hmmm..." she said. I wasn't sure if that was an "I told you so..." tone, or just her stomach ache. I asked her why would she do that in such a public place? (I knew the jets were fun, but I didn't expect to see someone doing it so blatantly.)  She said they probably thought no one would come by and that her friends were keeping a look-out anyeay while she got herself off and they thought they'd notice anyone coming. And maybe the chance of getting caught was part of the excitement. That sounded pretty risky, I said.  (I left the 'girls masturbating together' aspect alone. I knew not to go there with my wife. It had been visited once, and wasn't going to be discussed again.)  "So?" she said. "You caught her. What happened?" "Well, nothing. I mean, she came, I hope," I said. I told her I'd hung around the ice maker for a few minutes hoping that she'd finish before I went back.  "Her friends probably thought you were masturbating back there," she said. "Oh, geeze, I hope not." "I'm joking," she said. "Really?" 'Were you?" she said.  "What?" "Masturbating?" "No!" "OK." I wasn't quite sure if she was relieved, suspicious, or just teasing me.  I stripped and climbed into bed.  "How's the stomach?" "A little better, the Coke helps." "That's good," I said. I rolled over to face her. We kissed a little, and held each other.  "I don't think I can do anything right now," she said. "That's OK." She did have a sensitive stomach. So what are you going to do? I could always bang her in the morning... Yeah.  Vacationig when you're married is ... pretty awesome. We can f**k tonight. Or we can f**k in the morning. "Wanna go  for lunch?" "Can I f**K you, instead?" 'OK." Pretty awesome.  And then, you have CHILDREN.  Yeah... Nevermind. "I'm sorry." She held my hand under the sheet.  "I know." "You can play with yourself," she said.  "You sure? I did kinda get started back in the shower." "Mmmm-hmmm. And now you've got something to think about." "Oh, I'm not going to be..." "Don't be silly," she said. "Really?" "Really." "You don't mind?" "Nope," she said "Enjoy it while it's still fresh in your mind." "And maybe get it out of my system?" "Yeah, right." "Sorry." She knew I had a few fantasies I kind of fixated on; used regularly when I masturbated. She was in most of them, so she didn't mind the occasional "other woman." "That's not a fantasy I'm going to be worrying about."  I understood that.  "That makes sense." "Do you want the lube?" "Yes, please."  We had lube and condoms with us. We weren't ready to get pregnant yet. And I liked it for hand-jobs. And masturbating.  My wife got up and went to the suitcase and got the lube. She came back to bed and got under the covers, and pulled them off me. I pulled some back to cover my lower legs. "What are you doing?" "It's cold with the AC on," I said. She handed me the lube.  "No, I mean you'd better get a hand towel."  "Uh, right." I got out of bed and grabbed a handtowel from the bathroom, wet one end of it, and brought it back. I slid my lower legs back under the covers, then fluffed a couple of pillows and put them behind my back and head so I was sort-of propped up.  "Comfortable now?" "Yes, thank you."  She handed me the lube. Then moved away from me a little and kind of curled up in a semi-fetal position.  "Oh, I don't have to do it.." "Shhhh...it's just my stomach. Go ahead." "You sure."  "Yes, I'm sure. Just stop talking and do yourself." "Well, if you insist." "Stop..."  I slathered the lube on my penis and settled myself back againat my pillows, and started to masturbate.  I masturbated in front of my wife before, not many times, but...I don't know, maybe 5 or 6?  This time, like all the others, I was feeling a bit awkward.  And a bit excited...extra excited just because she was there. I just stroked with my finger-tips for a couple of minutes, not being too deliberate, just sort of... getting into it.  I waw watching my hand on my penis, enjoying the sensations. I glanced over at my wife. She was watching.  We looked at each other for a few moments as I stroked. then I turred and looked straight ahaed, slipped my whole fist around my penis, gently, and began a slow stroke.  I made maybe a half-dozen pumps and my eyes closed, i starte breathing through my mouth, and i settled into that pleasureable state you go into as you begin to get excited.  And I thought about tthe blond. First, she was in the tub again, as I faced her, hunched forward, holding herself up gently thrusting on the jet. I couldn't see below the edge of the tub, couldn't see below her belly button, couldn't see her @ss, but I knew where her bikini bottoms and what was inside them were, moving in the water stream...I shivered and squeezed myself a little tighter. Her breasts were nice, A-cup, and there were tanlines above the bikini - she must have usually worm a more substantial suit (the one she had tonight wouldn't have lasted 30 seconds in the surf) then she wasn't in the hot tub, she was walking from the pool and we were walking past her, and I slowed my strokes. God, she had a nice body, thin and lean and tan, her thighs firm, her stomach so flat, her breasts small and pert, and her face, she was soooo, pretty....she had a pretty smile, her eyes blue, her blond hair wet only on back, but dry and bouncing around her face as she walked. so pretty when she smiled .... What, whoa... I was too excited, i had to slow down.  No, just do it. I exhaled, slowed my stroking. Not just yet... "Are you thinking about her?" I was breathing faster. "Yes." My wife moved a little closer to me, found my left hand with hers, and gently squeezed it.  Oh, fuck...yeah!  I started stroking fast. Damn, I never even made it to her finishing in the hot tub, and cummiing...! And, oh, yeah, I'm gonna cum soon....not just yet, I can... My hand didn't slow dowan.  Ahhh, OK, no; I can't.  "Aaaahhhh, " I said. "I'm close." "Yeah?" Amy said, softly.  "Oh, yeah...."  [Question: When you masturbate in front of your wife -if you do, sometimes; I'm sure not everyone does -  do you worry that if you take too long, or get too into it, she'll be worried that you like doing it more than you like having sex with her?  I do, sometimes; I don't know.] My wife let go of my hand, then rolled onto her side, this time with her back to me.  Oh, shit!  What did I... "You can cum on my butt," she said.  "Yeah?" I stopped stroking.  "Just don't put me on my stomach."  Right.  That would not be, yeah....not be good. "OK." I felt around for the bottle of lube...the blonde suddenly forgotten; my wife having hit the pause button my fantasy and my excitement. "Make me all slippery," she said.  Found it!  I flipped the top and squirted a bunch in my hand and not too delicately, spread it on her butt-crack and pressed up against her and began to thrust on her butt. But i wasn't getting in the crack.  "I can roll over a little," she said.  "Please..." She rolled forward a little and brought her right knee up a bit, her body sort of half-way over, her right arm holding her off the bed. I swarmed over her, my chest on her back, legs trying to wrap around hers, my cock thrusting and poking, trying to find that perfect angle to ride her ass. We were half supported and half-falling flat when my erection hit the spot. "Oh, yeah!" I shoved forward, and tried to grab her hips and pull them against me. Yes...oh, yeaaaahhhh!  That's good! "Don't move," I told her.  I started to thrust on her. I lay over her back, clamping her ribcage between my forearms, our lower bodies slightly twisted to the side, my dick riding the length of her butt-crack.  Oh, yes! "I can't lie like this for long," she said. But she started to try to hump back at me.  "That's OK, stay still," I said, "I'll move."  "Better hurry up," she said.  "Yeah?" I was hunching on her pretty good then, getting close already. I loved coming on her ass.  "You're shaking me up," she said. Oh, yeah!  I was shaking the whole bed...yeah.  I humped harder. "You like that?" I sure did.  "Yes..." she straightened her legs a little, which gave me a better slide on her ass. Yes! Thank you...it's perfect!  She felt so good. We weren't even f**king, just dry-humping. Heck, not even: I was just masturbating on her. I felt kind of bad; it wasn't doing anyting for her, I knew.  But it felt amazing to me. I clamped her thighs between mine and and slipped my hands under her shoulders from the front, to keep her from sliding beneath me, and went pretty much crazy on her ass.  She held still as I rode her.  "You feel great!" I whispered as I humped her.  I'm gonna cum like this! I really started slamming her. We'd done this before, I knew she was OK with it. I was twice her size, almost, so I'd been hesitant to really hold her still and ride her the first few times, but she'd had no problem with it.  "I love you!  You feel so good!" I was really riding her hard now - well, fast, at least, the bed was taking most of my weight - pumping as fast as I could. I was getting close, loving the feel of ass under me. She lay still beneath me, letting me just do my thing.  "Amy, I love you!"  "I love you too," she said, but .. she didn't sound very convincing. It's not comfortable for her I don't think... "I know babe, I'm almost there..." I was, almost. Oooohhhh...just keep humping.... "..but, I think I'm gonna barf." "What?" I stopped thrusting.  "No, no! Keep going!" "No, I don't..." No, why? Oh, it was soooo goood; damn.... "Just cum quick!"  Yeah, really? "Are you sure?" "Just fuck me!"  OK. I slammed against her butt crack, got right back into my rhythm.  Please don't puke in the bed. If you do, it's my fault. "F**k me!"  I shouldn't be doing this.... I f**ked her butt-cheeks. "Yeah, f**k me..." I could hear her breating hard. But I didn't think it was from arousal. I tried to go faster. Oh, yeah!  I could feel myself getting close. And, here it comes, yeeessss....  I knew I wouldn't take long now. I had her pretty muck pinned beneath me, holding her legs steady between my legs, and my hands on her shoulders keeping her from sliding forward as I thrust on her.  I'm f**king your ass!  Well, actually, not really. She hated anal. But THIS was great.  "F**k me..." she took a breath. "Please f**k me..." Her breathing started getting louder, and very steady. And....that was not a good sign.  I am, f**king you baby...Oh, I am.  Just hold on.   I really wanted to cum, like, NOW!  "Yeah!" Ok, I was there. I was gonna cum! I dropped my weight on her and grabbed her hips, pulling her into me. It's so good! "Here I come!" "Cum on me! F**k me and cum on me..." She reached out and grabbed her pillow with both hands, pulled it under her chest, presed her face into the mattress.... OK then.  I did. My cock slid in the slick crack of her @ss, our bodies pressed together tightly. Just a couple thrusts, and form 'almost there' BAM! I was in full orgasm.  "Amy...Yeah!"  And, oh, ...this is a good one! I shot all up her back, cumming hard,  and cried out. (Well, if the people in the next room hadn't heard us yet, they sure as hell heard THAT.) Then I shortened my thrust an tried to get down in between her cheeks. And I slipped in there. "Ohhhhh!"  I buried my face in the crook of her neck from behind and shot off again in another spasm of pleasure. then slid up onto her back, still hunching on her. "It's so, good, thank you, thank you..." I slid and poked and humped on her butt and up on her back as I kept cumming - nothing coming out but the pleasure was still there and I was gonna milk my orgasm for all it was worth, thinking I'd keep going until I started to get soft and... "Get off of me!" Huh? "What?"  Her head popped up. "Quick! Get OFF!" She made a gurgling sound.  Oh, shit!  I rolled off onto my back and she scrambled right over me, like a scalded mongoose.  "Finish yourse.."  Uh, yeah, that's the plan, babe.  I was already pumping watching my hand work my still hard penis when she bounded to the bathroom and I was still pumping myself when I heard her invocation to the porcelain god.  Ok, now, this is just wrong.... I couldn't keep going. I let go of my penis, which was still hard and just lay there, pretty much spent, anyway. When she'd stopped ejecting that night's dinner (Well, there's $100 down the toilet. Literally)  I got up and went to the bathroom and got a cool washcloth and helped her clean up. The only thing she hated more than barfing was having me watch her barfing. I turned the shower on and we both got back in and just stood there for several minutes, turnng around under the water, neither of us saying much of anything Then we got out and dried off, she drank another bit of Coke, and we crawled back into bed.  "Hey, that was really..." "Shhhh, I just wanna go to sleep." "Ok."   

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