HOT TUB HEAVEN

HOT TUB HEAVEN

I walked into the spa area of the Astoria Holiday Inn, hoping to find it

vacant as it often is. No such luck tonight. A trio of splashing,

shouting kids in the pool met my eyes. And, worse, here were their

parents taking up space in the hot tub. All I wanted to do was to sit

my tired ass in the steaming water and let it soak my aching bones. At

52, I have noticed increasing problems with aches and pains in them

bones.

The spa here is roughly a triangle shape with the narrow end holding the

3 steps down into the water and maybe 10 feet along each side to the

back which is about 7 feet wide. The best jets are along the back on

the right side. Of course, that became my favorite spot. The back left

side has OK jets too but putting my feet up on the right side bench

allows those side jets to massage my calves just right.

So, here are these folks sitting right in the middle of the back. There

was maybe enough room for 1 more on either side of them but it would be

tight and intrusive. Both had their eyes closed, enjoying the steaming

bubbling water. She was on his right and I noticed a pretty face, blond

hair, delicate features and graceful long neck. Her hair was tied up in

a bun on top of her head to keep it out of the chlorine. He had a

handsome chubby face and neatly trimmed beard but was almost bald on

top. Maybe in his late 30’s or even 40, I thought.

“Hi, mind if I join you? Looks wonderful with the bubbles and steam,” I

said, using the universal hot-tub greeting from some stranger who is

about to invade your space.

Both opened their eyes briefly, then he replied, “Sure. Come ahead.”

[Little did I know that a double entendre was involved].

I waded in and eased into the water, sitting half-way down the right

side. I didn’t want to crowd them but I was pissed that I couldn’t get

to my favorite spot. I closed my eyes and leaned back to enjoy the

water, keeping my eyelids almost shut so I could watch them. I have

real trouble trying to guess the age of a woman. Easy to tell the late

teens to maybe mid-twenties. Also easy once their hair started to turn

and their tits began sagging.

But, in between, not so easy for me.Looking at the kids in the pool, I

could make some deductions. The oldest was a girl with a bikini. She

filled it out great in the ass department but was still a bit small on

top. Maybe 14 or 15, still growing her boobs, I guessed. But then

looking at her mom’s tits at waterline in her suit top, I realized the

breast genie might have spared them the issue of DD bras. Mom was at

best a C cup but, boy, those sure looked kissable. Come to think about

it, the daughter’s were eminently kissable as well, I realized as I

began to feel a stirring in my swim trunks. The next boy was around 12,

a gawky early adolescent and then a younger brother about 5 or 6.

OK then, that put mom’s age in the mid thirties, depending on when she

began childbearing.

I had almost no “spa action” where I was seated so I kept inching to my

left, trying to get at least close to the best jets at the back. Not so

close that I made her feel uncomfortable or him become possessive.
Oops, I got too close, I guess, because we briefly bumped knees.

“Sorry,” I said as I jerked my leg back. She looked at me but didn’t

say a thing. Her husband never opened his eyes.
After maybe only a minute more, I got knee bumped again by her. She

still had her eyes closed but was now smiling. I thought, “OK, this is

weird.” So I purposely kept my knee where it was and pretty soon her

knee pressed harder against mine and then I felt her foot rub against

mine.

Wow, did that do it for me. I didn’t know what was going on but my cock

sure made some logical assumptions. Suddenly a huge boner sprang up,

tenting my suit. Luckily the bubbles hid my erection.

She opened her eyes and nudged her husband. “Move a bit over, dear.

This fellow keeps trying to get to these back jets and we’re blocking

him.” He slid half a foot to his left as did she. Now I had enough

room to slide back but still keep some distance from touching her.

We all sat like that for a bit, eyes closed enjoying the swirling water,

but me sitting still with a huge boner. I was about to erupt from just

that brief contact, I was that horny.

I was horny because it had been several months since my wife died in a

flaming car wreck caused, of course, by a drunk driver. He had a blood

alcohol level of 1.8 and 4 previous DUI’s but still drove, suspended

license be damned. As expected, he walked away from the accident while

my bride of 25 years perished. The M.E. said she died instantly and

didn’t suffer but I suffered enough for both of us in the months that

followed.

Surprisingly, he was not a bum but owned a contracting company. So I

went after his insurance, his company, his car, his tools, his mother

and all the offspring he ever thought to sire. We prevailed in the

wrongful death case and, after paying my attorney’s hefty portion, I was

left with a huge pile of cash. Big deal, since I had no one now to

share it with.

So, I tried some dating sites. What a waste of time. Most of the women

there are pathological liars or are on the rebound from being dumped.

Don’t get me wrong; the sex was usually great, often incredible. But

trying to replace my Molly just wasn’t going to happen. We married

before AIDS and all the new STD’s arose, so I was freaked out to try a

sexual experience with girls of unknown history. Yes, now I always wore

a condom to fuck. But my favorite technique is to eat her pussy until

she has a screaming orgasm and I was worried that I’d get some horrible

tongue infection or cancer.

Even though I was well off money wise, I needed to keep working to avoid

depression and lethargy. So I continued my part-time work in Astoria.

I stay overnight Monday & Tuesday at the Holiday Inn because they give

me a great business rate and a free breakfast. Plus, the porn channels

on their cable are top shelf.

I usually try one of the great eateries in town and see if there are any

singles around but I hate the bar scene here and avoid it totally. I’ve

had some interesting experiences but I desperately try to avoid a

permanent entanglement and that is hard once the women find out my

occupation and financial status.

So I often just eat and return to the Holiday Inn, soak in the spa to

loosen up, then go up to the room, put on some porn and masturbate until

I can’t get it up any longer.

Now, here I am, a horny dude who has just been touched by a gorgeous

woman and I have a raging hard on. Before I could figure out how to

proceed or whether to proceed at all, the bubble action stopped as the

automatic timer clicked off!

Oh, oh! I cautiously slid my hand up and pressed the erection down as

the foamy water became crystal clear.

“I’ll get it,” the guy said, opening his eyes and wading forward to the

steps. As soon as he began moving, she reached over and began to rub my

leg, moving gradually higher until her hand met mine which was still

covering my boner.

“Move your hand a bit,” she whispered.

Not on your life, I thought, with the clear water, three underwater

lights flooding the area and her husband 10 feet away. He reached the

timer, twisted the dial and I was saved as the bubbles kicked back to

life. He grabbed a towel in the hamper next to the switch, never once

turning around, and walked over to check on his kids.

Meanwhile, I did what she asked and moved my hand away.

“Oh, my,” she said quietly, “what do we have here?” I knew exactly what

I had here, but the whole man plus wife situation was a puzzlement. I

couldn’t figure it out and really had no desire to investigate right now

since her fingers felt so good rubbing my cock through the fabric.

With the spa hiding our endeavor, she gently stroked my cock through my

trunks while I kept track of her husband’s back. When he finally turned

around, she stopped stroking but kept her hand on my now enormously

swollen prick. He returned into the water of the tub, reclining and

closing his eyes.

Gently, I reached over and began rubbing her leg, then slid my hand up

to her belly and the bottom of her tits, trying not to make too much fo

a scene. I finally brought it down to stroke her crotch. Even though

the bubbles were hiding us, hand and arm movements could be easily seen.

I kept watching for signs of recognition by the husband, but so far

nothing.

She squirmed and slid further down on the bench as my fingers caressed

her sex. I slid my fingers along the edge of her suit and gradually

pulled the material away from her pussy, enough so that I could get most

of my hand inside. Now I had free range to slip one finger between her

lips and into her wet pussy. Wow, her cunt was even hotter than the

surrounding waters! With my thumb I began to rub her little nub and

felt it swell under my touch.

Meanwhile, she’d almost completely stopped rubbing my dick. She sat

transfixed with eyes closed and a huge smile on her face, then began to

move her hips in time with my stroking. Soon she was making waves with

her motion. I tried to calm things down by pressing down hard on her

crotch but she pushed back just as hard against my hand. No way was

this doll going to miss out on her orgasm, I realized.

As the water started moving on its own, things got scary but, blessed be

the youngest kid, he yelled over for a towel to help get the chlorine

out of his eyes.

“Ben, honey, can you get that? I’m so comfortable here, I don’t think I

can get up,” she said.

“Sure,” he replied. He walked over to the steps then climbed out and

headed back over to the towel hamper. Meanwhile, she looked at me and

said, “Wow, you’ve got magic fingers. By the way, I’m Cheryl and I’m

already about to cum on your hand!”

I said, “I’m Rob. “And you haven’t felt anything yet.”

Hubby walked over to hand the towel to his youngest who then said,

“Thanks dad, come get in with me, please.”

Cheryl whispered, “Yesss! Oh thank you, Ben.”

As I kept up the slow rubbing of her clit, she arched her back and

reached down with both hands to pull her bathing suit bottoms down. She

pulled them all the way down around her ankles and spread her legs wide.
“Keep going…don’t stop! Aah…aah yes!” she mumbled.

I managed to get another finger into her pulsing cunt and still keep my

rhythm on her clit. I could feel her soft hair covering her mound in my

palm. A natural blond, I thought. My hand gradually fell further down

as I pumped her cunt and one finger slid down between her lips. I

gently moved my finger backwards until I could press on her little

button, then I pushed my fingertip completely into her waiting asshole.
It took maybe 3 seconds before she spasmed, slamming her legs together,

and biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out. I could feel her

cunt walls milking my two fingers and her ass clenched around that third

finger. It felt so great I almost came along with her. If my dick had

been out of my trunks, I could have easily blown my load into the pool.

I love to give women screaming orgasms!

“Oh, god! That was the best climax I’ve ever had,” she managed to

whisper a moment later. “You really do have fantastic hands, Rob.” I

wondered what was wrong with Ben, if just fingering her cunt gave her

such a huge orgasm. I assumed he wasn’t gay because of the kids but was

this guy a eunuch?

I quietly asked, “What about your husband? That was risky with him

sitting a foot away from you. I was worried he’d open his eyes while I

was fingering your pussy and pound the crap out of me.”

“Oh no problem,” she said. “We agreed a long time ago to let each

other have fun whenever the occasion arises, as long as it doesn’t

affect the kids. He probably was aware of our little action but chose

to keep his eyes closed and let it play out rather than stopping my fun.

And it has been way more than fun. I’m tingling all over. Could you

keep your fingers just where they are? I think I can have another

climax in just a few seconds.” I resumed rubbing and, sure enough, she

jerked and moaned as another huge wave washed over her.

After she came down from that one, Cheryl continued, “Ben is not the

jealous type. But we have to watch for the kids, especially Angie, who

is increasingly aware of boys and things of a sexual nature. She spends

a lot of time in her room with the door closed and I found some girl-

girl porn on her computer. She may be shy of 16 but she’s got an

appetite that’s growing by the day. So far, she’s not been dating but I

smelled some pretty funky musk on her panties after a slumber party. We

put her on the pill last year to prepare but I know she just

masturbates, alone and with her girlfriends. She’s a horny little mink,

a lot like her mom!”

“Amen to horny little minks,” I replied.

“Now,” she smiled, “Your turn.” As she began to stroke me again, she

reached in and freed my boner from the fabric. It felt great to be out

of the constricting suit and in the hot pulsing water. Of course, just

then the damn bubbles quit again.

“I guess I’ll have to get that,” she laughed. “You’re in no condition

to walk around with that pole sticking out. You might hurt someone and

I sure don’t want Angie to see this beauty.” She hiked her bottoms back

up and jumped out of the spa.

Back under cover of bubbles again, she began pumping my dick up and down

with gusto. I scooted my ass up so the tip of my cock was just at

waterline. The foaming water felt so wonderful on the head. The spa

and the pool both have a raised lip so that we were mostly hidden from

Ben and the kids as long as no one stood up. But they were splashing

away, oblivious to the incredible handjob I was getting from this

gorgeous blond.

“I’m very close,” I said breathlessly. “I’m sure management doesn’t

want a bunch of cum floating around their spa when the action stops.

Maybe I could go into the bathroom and finish by beating myself off.”
She looked at me and said, “Don’t worry, Rob. Let me know when you feel

about to erupt.”

“Now…right now,” I panted.

Cheryl just leaned over, put both hands on my ass cheeks, pulled the tip

of my cock up out of the water and put her mouth around it. I shot what

felt like a gallon of cum, pulse after pulse of hot jizz spurted out

into her waiting mouth. She was sucking and swallowing as fast as she

could but some still leaked out around her lips and fizzled away in the

water.

I was drained, literally. And weak kneed. So I just sank back down as

she scooted over to rest on the back bench. “Yum,” she exclaimed. “You

really taste good! I don’t care much for the taste of Ben’s sperm but I

love yours. When I suck his dick, he cums in about 10 seconds. He’s

always begging me to suck him off and, when I agree, he is so grateful

that he’ll eat my pussy for hours. And I really, really love to have my

pussy licked.”

“That’s my speciality,” I answered. “Not just that, but I’d bet you’d

love to have my tongue shoved deep into your ass as well. You’ll cum

and cum and cum when I do it.”

“Really,” she squeaked. “That would be a first for me. We’ve done anal

of course, but never tried that. Ben is pretty straight so I don’t know

if he’d go for eating my ass. I do know that he’d like to watch,

however.”

Suddenly, my cock began to twitch with that revelation. Not only was

this a smoking hot babe, her husband didn’t mind if she got some on the

side, but now he was open to being cuckolded. I think I just died and

went to hot tub heaven. My prick jumped to full attention, which caught

Cheryl’s eye.

“Um, what is this I see?” she said, again sliding her fingers along the

shaft.

“I have always dreamed about having someone watch me as I eat a woman

out and lick her asshole,” I exclaimed. “It makes me hot to just think

of finally being able to fulfill my dream.”

“Well, Angie is old enough to baby sit her brothers tonight, if you’re

up for it,” she winked. “I’ll have to check with Ben, but I’d bet he’ll

jump at the offer.”

“Up for it?” I laughed. “I think you can plainly see and feel that I

already am.”

“I’m in room 428, here’s my key,” I said as I passed her the plastic

disk for the room. “If he doesn’t agree, just leave the key in your

room when you check out. The Holiday Inn won’t know which room it came

from. Call me one way or the other.”

I showered and toweled off then went up to my room. My erection still

hadn’t gone down from the hope that I’d get a threesome tonight. So, I

put on some mild porn and gently rubbed my dick with the soothing lotion

the hotel provides, just keeping it warm and ready.

The phone rang after about 30 minutes but it was Cheryl calling to

cancel our tryst. Their 12 year old was puking and had a fever so they

were going to stay in and care for him. I thought about asking Ben to

care for the kid by himself while I cared for Cheryl in my bed but

didn’t know their situation well enough to ask. There’s a big

difference between letting one partner fool around in the other’s

company and just allowing your partner to go fuck a stranger alone in

his room.

Then I thought about asking if I could care for Angie instead since she

wasn’t sick, but that might open a whole can of worms. I didn’t know

how they would feel about a fifty-some guy shagging their teenager.

Especially since it may be the first time for her. [But, my oh my, did

it ever happen later]

So, I just said, “It would have been excellent, but I understand. Any

possibility for a rain check?”

She replied, “Absolutely. In fact we talked about coming back down part

of next week to see the sights we missed this trip. If we can’t

connect, we also have a cabin up at Government Camp that we like to use

over a weekend when we can get Angie to babysit.

“I’m looking forward to both,” I smiled. “See you here next week?”
“Yep. Here’s our Portland phone number. Call us later to firm up the

plans. Loved tonight, Rob. Bye,” she said.

So I switched to hard porn and beat my cock until it was limp.

I love the Holiday Inn hot tub!!!

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