Wet And Wild
Late-night relaxation turns naughty when two couples share a hot tub... and each other. Warning: Story contains explicit oral, anal, and other fun sex acts. More
I moved through the water slowly, stretching my hands out before me and trying to find an edge. The flurry of movement of the water made it very difficult to determine whether or not I was moving in a straight line, and I started to wonder whether the damn hot tub had doubled in size since I’d gotten in it. Eventually, I bumped into a solid male body and closed my arms around it on reflex.
Strong hands pulled me closer. I hoped that meant it was Cole that I’d found in the darkness. It certainly felt that way, I noticed when I rolled my hips and felt something hard and male pressing back against me. I was rewarded with a small gasp. Fingers squeezed my breast once more, buried themselves in my hair. I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure that the man I was hugging was actually my boyfriend, but the determinedness of his touch certainly seemed to suggest so.
We sat down together, me on his lap, his hands still caressing and exploring. I couldn’t help but enjoy the slow, relaxing touch.
Then, we shifted together, and one of the high-pressure jets of water found its way right between my legs.
I couldn’t have stifled the moan to save my life. Through the fabric of my bikini bottom, the water massaged my clit just right, a continued assault that set my body on edge and tripled my arousal in the space of seconds. My hips jerked back and forth without me willing them to do so, urging my pussy back into the path of the jet of water, again and again. God, it felt good.
The gasping breaths near my ear told me that my body’s sudden movement had not gone unnoticed. Fingers hastily brushed my thighs, crawled beneath my bikini bottom. At this point, I was far too turned on to care. When I felt two fingers forcing their way inside my tight tunnel, all I could do was moan again and spread my legs in encouragement.
It felt a little different than I was used to. It might have been the water, or my own imagination that caused me to feel the pressure going a little deeper than usual. On the other hand, there was still the possibility that it wasn’t actually Cole whose fingers were thrusting in and out of me with increasing force. With the water washing away the scent of our bodies and messing with our perceptions, it was shockingly difficult to tell.
I decided not to care. All that mattered to me at this point was the fact that I was being fingered, no matter who was doing it, I wanted for them to keep going. My hips kept jerking uncontrollably, putting my clit back into the path of the water jet at random intervals. Every time it happened, the intense feeling washed over and through me like a bright flash. I felt so lost that I didn’t even realize my bikini bottom was being untied and pulled away until I was no longer wearing it.
A third finger joined the two already inside me, and caused my head to fall back as I gave myself over to the blissful feeling of my pussy being filled, forced to stretch just a little bit. The longer it went on, the more of a turn-on it became that I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure who was finger-fucking me.
When the pace slowed and the digits finally withdrew, I groaned in frustration and rolled my hips aggressively.
“Please,” I whispered, still clinging to the man who was holding me, my body begging for more. Lips kissed along my jawline, eventually capturing my mouth, and only then did I realize that the taste of the tongue sweeping into my mouth, pleasant as it was, wasn’t familiar. It definitely was not Cole I was with.
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