It's cocktail hour in the hot tub at the back of the Princess Delirium; I'm on a 5-day cruise of the Western Caribbean with my husband Jim and his brother Bob. Initially, the tub is full - mostly couples, and I'm next to a man and his wife is next to him. They are younger than me - in their 50's. Every so often he manspreads and his leg brushes mine. After awhile, it feels intentional, but I'm not sure, so I don't acknowledge it; I don't move away either.
The crowd thins and eventually it's just us 5. They are a fun couple and we all have some geography and education in common. But after some quality time together, our drinks are depleted, and Jim and Bob say they want to go back to the rooms. I'm in the middle of an interesting chat with the wife and say I'll be up soon. On his way out, Jim hits the hot tub timer to add 30 minutes to the clock, and the bubbly water and conversation continues.
The benign back and forth between we three morphs to more intimate topics: How long have you been married, Kelly? What do you and Jim do for fun? They admit they frequent "clothing optional" and "couples" retreats. I know what that means. Then the wife says she hates wearing anything in a hot tub, and I agree - I feel the same about a pool. I don't even want to wear a bathing suit at the beach. There is a nude beach near me that I've been dying to go to, but Jim won't take me.
Before you can say, "One little titty, two little titties," the woman pulls some strings behind her back and her bikini top falls into the water and is carried away by the turbulence. She giggles, and her husband shakes his head at me like she's a handful to manage. She's very slender and of course younger, which makes me a little self-conscious, but her husband has a kind and encouraging look about him, so I remove my modest tankini top, and my carumbas tumble from their confinement. He raises his eyebrows. Mine are 5 times the size of his wife's and the water works to my advantage - they float.
We keep talking like nothing has changed, but it has. His wife is heating up, telling me how lucky she is to be married to such an attentive husband. He kisses her and pulls her to him which makes me uncomfortable, but they keep on talking, until they don't - they can't. They are necking, and fiddling with each other below the foam.
The obvious and proper thing for me to do is make my exit, but I can't bring myself to do it. I put my head on the edge of the hot tub, lie back, and let the water racing from a powerful jet roll under me and propel me to the surface. My feet are now pretty close to them and he touches a toe - says he likes my emerald green nail polish. I say thank you, but that's all I say. I'm gazing up at the night sky trying not to intrude on their increasingly intimate interaction.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her stand and he works her bottoms down around her upper thighs and squeezes her ass. She laughs. Next thing I hear is him sucking on those perky little breasts of hers. I feel a twinge and an ache, and then that hot honey begins to flow.
"My husband loves your tits," she says, over her shoulder, surprising the hell out of me.
"Hahahaha," I laugh nervously, pleased at the compliment, but avoiding their eyes, "These floppy old gals?"
"You are very attractive, Kelly," he says, sincerely.
He tugs on my ankle just a little, and I release my hold on the edge of the hot tub and float over to them. They sit me between them and we chitchat about nothing; obviously, they're trying to put me at ease. I didn't just fall off a turnip truck - I'm pretty confident they are in 'the lifestyle' and very possibly in recruitment mode.
Of course I'm terribly anxious, but I'm also horny as hell. I'm waiting for someone to touch me; I'm definitely not making the first move. The wife guesses correctly that I'm not gay and continues to make light conversation, while her husband begins to massage my thigh under the water - working his way up from the knee. I expect to experience the old angel on one shoulder - devil on the other, but I don't. Instead, it feels like a 'now or never' opportunity, and when I open my legs just a little to signal my readiness, her handsome hubby takes no time positioning one of them over his. Very soon his fingers have crawled under the crotch of my suit and he tentatively begins to navigate my nether region. I put my head back and he kisses my neck, then he slips a finger inside me, and the talking stops.
The wife begins to play with my buoyant bombshells - sweeping her palms across the nipples, hardening them. All of her husband's fingers are inside of me, and I swell and push against them with my muscular walls. She kisses him on the mouth then moves her mouth to mine and lowers her tongue. I've never kissed a woman before, but I've imagined it - didn't think I'd like it - but I do.
"Do you want to fuck my husband?" she asks.
"Yes, please," I whisper, before I realize what I've set in motion. Then it's a little bit of a blur as they prepare to make my subconscious fantasy come true.
The wife pulls me to standing, and I hold on to her shoulders as she gets my bottoms off. Her husband sits up on the edge of the tub, opens the Velcro fly on his suit, and out pops his royal hardness. He reaches into a beach bag, pulls out a condom, and in a flash it's on him. Then he squirts some kind of tanning oil - Coppertone perhaps - onto himself, and strokes it along his saran-wrapped shaft. I swallow hard - I can't believe I'm about to do what I'm about to do.
He steps back down into the tub and resumes his seated position and smiles at me, reaching for my hands, but I'm frozen in place, unable to take any initiative. His wife feels my resistance and positions herself behind me. She presses me towards him, and they maneuver me into a straddle. I feel her narrow hips flexing against my bare ass, propelling me back and forth along his rod - his bulbous tip bumping into my clit, then tickling the nerve endings around my ass.
"Are you sure?" he asks me, sweetly, giving me a moment to reflect and, if necessary, change course, but I've been fantasizing about an opportunity like this for years, and by Kismet, or more likely by accident, I find myself sitting on it - literally.
"100 percent sure," I say, and he smiles and nods then lifts me by the waist. His wife assists, putting her hands under me, spreading me nice and wide for him, guiding me onto his cock.
I suck in air and hold my breath. He's groaning as he fights his way into my long, narrow, tender trap. She's whispering shit in my ear like:
"Relax - let him fill you." and
"Just roll with it - let go - that's it." and
"How does my husband's cock feel inside of you, Kelly?"
It's fucking erotic as hell!!!
When he's reached the end of the road, he begins to lift and lower me up and down - all the way in, all the way out, with increasing tempo and ferocity. My mondo maracas are splashing around on top of the water, slapping against his face. His wife reaches around and corrals them with her long athletic fingers and pinches my nipples, while she humps against me - her little titties compressing and decompressing against my back.
"You like watching me fuck Kelly?" he asks his wife.
"Oh God yes baby," she moans. She's getting off on this just as much her husband and I are, but this isn't all she wants from me.
"Time to assume the position," she says.
I'm just about to give way to an earthquake that's going to split me in half, when she loops her arms under mine and drags me backwards over the water towards the other side of the hot tub. Her husband stands and then he winces as he squeezes himself off.
"Damn, that was close," he says.
The wife sits on a step, and I look up at her with a quizzical expression, as if to say, "OK now what?" Then I feel her husband's hands on my ankles and I know. I wait for him to widen me, work his way back into me, and for his wife to resume the nipple play.
But that's not what happens.
In one coordinated fell swoop, they crossover my appendages and flip me onto my tummy, and I think, oh yeah - they've practiced this move more than once. Now my forearms are on the wife's knees, which she fans, and my nose and mouth lower to her mound - the water bubbling under my chin.
"Is this a first for you, Kelly?" she says, neglecting to ask if I'm even interested in engaging in what she's proposing. But I don't bother answering; I haven't even kissed another man's lips since the early '80s, let alone a woman's snatch - I'm starving for newness.
So for the first time ever, I eat pussy. Initially it tastes like chlorine, but then it gets much better - it tastes like me, and it reminds me how long it's been since I've been on the receiving end of an eager tongue.
"You getting this, honey?" she asks her husband.
"Oh yeah, pretty woman," he answers her, and I look back and see that he's recording us with his phone. It's dangerous and it should scare me, but it doesn't - not even a little. In fact, I hope he sends me a copy, so I can share it.
What's gotten into me?
"Baby you are so sexy," he says to his wife. She's back on her elbows rocking her pelvis up into my face, moaning, telling me to finger fuck her, so I do.
"I'm going to... to... cum soon," she says through labored breathing, "You two... oh yeah... that's it Kelly... need to catch up!"
