For quite some time Dave and I had been talking about becoming involved as a threesome, with a stranger while on holiday, but the little green eyed god of jealousy had been holding him back. Not so much that he wouldn't have gone with another woman behind my back, but he was finding it difficult to relate to my having sex with another man and being open and matter of fact about it.
I was just as determined that we should at least try it, sex with the same partner, Dave, had always been good, but I wanted more adventure in our relationship, wanting to try new and probably more exciting things. The idea of him watching me as another man plumbed my depths really excited me, and I wanted to see him get equally excited by the prospect.
I felt that once he had become involved, the eroticism of the moment would sweep him along on a tidal wave of desire. A couple of nights ago we had talked long into the night while sipping wine on the veranda, we were by no means drunk, but he had become much more mellow and agreeable. We saw the sun go down and rise again that night and the outcome was that he had eventually agreed.
Perhaps it was the wine, maybe I had at last worn him down, or maybe he had eventually seen the light, or could it have been that being on holiday he felt much more relaxed about it anyway.
Whatever the reason we agreed to give it a whirl, but he stipulated one proviso, that if either of us were unhappy we would never do it again. At last I felt as though I had gotten somewhere.
It was not as though I had never been with another guy since meeting and becoming Dave's partner, I had actually had three affairs that he knew nothing about, and although rather risky, had a few one-night-stands as well, on my nights out with the girls. I know what you are thinking, that it's pretty obvious that I have an overactive pussy, and no real feelings for Dave, but this is not strictly true, I love him to pieces, but I do have these uncontrollable urges.
My Dave wouldn't be able to walk if I had sex with him every time I wanted it, guess I am one of those nymphomaniacs that you read about. Anyway, the long and short of it is that I have an undeniably high sex drive that I sometimes indulge when the need is upon me.
There are other things too that I won't go into here, but suffice to say that I am also a fetishist, and that is something he knows nothing about either. Maybe, just maybe, if this little adventure is successful I will start to open his eyes to my needs and see if we can go forward from there.
I already had a good-looking guy marked out for our proposed threesome, he had been giving me the eye ever since we arrived, and he was pretty well stacked too, with his gorgeous abs and bulging pecs, and ooh; that washboard stomach, an obvious fitness buff. I had watched him playing tennis the other day, when Dave had slipped into town, seeing his rippling muscles had worked me into a lather and I had to slip into the sauna to do something about it. Luckily, I had on a multi coloured one piece bathing costume, so the wetness around my crotch was not noticeable unless stared at, and my nipples although erect, were not yet hard like flint.
I had discovered in my shower at home that water pressure applied directly to my pussy could get me off, and now I felt that a swift visit to the whirlpool would serve the same purpose, watching him had got me very horny.
Luckily, there was no one in there when I arrived and turning on the jets, I had slipped slowly into the pool, the warm bubbling water now rising from around my ankles, being carried to my knees and creeping slowly and inexorably up my thighs. Mmmmmm, it had felt so good when it reached my mound, making me to tingling all over. Ever higher it went, past my navel until I had become immersed to a point just below my breasts.
From the depths of the pool, the bubbles continued their journey to the surface, soothing my body like tiny fingers beating everywhere at the same time. A foot passed over one of the jets on the floor and sighing I spread my toes to feel the flow between them. It felt so decadently luxurious, calming and stimulating at the same time, the heated water pulsing all around me as though a living breathing thing.
Initially standing in the centre, the mainstream of the eddy, I sank to my knees feeling the rising bubbles inside my swimsuit, caressing my skin, tickling up past my tummy to stimulate my nipples. I moved toward the bench, passing directly over another jet, feeling its strength pummel my bottom. Reaching the bench, I held onto it, the ever-rising torrent lifting me slightly in its rhythm. I switched on the wave simulator to its lowest point, feeling the swell of the water as it carried me to and fro. Laughing I sat down with a bump pulling my knees up.
The rising stream of hot bubbles beating against my thighs was heavenly; unable to resist any longer; I slipped a little to the right allowing the full force to be directed onto my pussy area. A moan escaped me and I pulled the material of my swimsuit further to the side to feel this massaging pressure on my now naked pussy.
Surreptitiously I glanced around, smiling, seeing no one, I carried on regardless with my preoccupation, parting my pussy lips to allow the blast of the water to pummel my excited clit. Once parted the force of the jets took over, blasting my lips wide open. My breathing quickened and my clit hardened against the continuous assault.
Spreading my legs wide and flattening my thighs against the floor I began to grind my hips slowly, pulling back a little and then pushing forward until my stiff little knob is touching against the nozzle rocking backwards and forwards, kinda like fucking the jet.
Although lost in these wonderful sensations I am aware that should anyone come in now they would immediately know what I am doing from my movements, but past the point of caring now I threw caution aside.
I threw my head back in utter abandonment bucking faster and faster against the place where the stream of bubbles emerged at its fullest force. My nipples were now fully erect and reaching into my top with one hand, I pinched them hard, sending even more messages to my throbbing clit.
The rushing heat urged me on, with my eyes closed and breathing coming in gasps I could feel my climax building, pussy muscles contracting as though there were an imaginary cock inside me. I can think of nothing else but my approaching climax and then it is upon me, my orgasm ripped from me by the torrent of water and bubbles, the pulse of the current focusing on my clit. Clamping my jaws tight shut to stop from screaming, I ride it to its conclusion, shaking in relief. At that moment it became too intense, and I collapsed against the bench, too weak to stand or even sit.
The blessed reward for my diligent efforts, the peace and the calm, I am for the moment satisfied, allowing myself to wander in a no-mans land of erotic thoughts.
