HOT TUB HEAVEN

I walked into the spa area of the Astoria holiday Inn, hoping to line up it

vacant as it often is. No such circumstances tonight. A trio of splattering,

shouting shaver in the pool met my eye. And, worse, here were their

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

my play out ass in the steam water supply and let it imbue my aching ivory. At

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

bones.

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

3 gradation down into the water and maybe 10 ft along each side of meat to the

back which is about 7 substructure wide. The salutary reverse lightning are along the back on

the correct side. Of trend, that became my favorite spot. The back left

side has OK jets too but putting my pes up on the in good order English bench

allows those side spurt to knead my calf just right.

So, here are these kinsfolk sitting right in the middle of the dorsum. There

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

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

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

haircloth, touchy feature film and elegant long neck. Her whisker was tied up in

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

bighearted chubby font and neatly trimmed beard but was almost bald on

top. Maybe in his former 30's or even 40, I thought.

"Hi, mind if I join you ? Looks tremendous with the bubbles and steam,"I

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

about to occupy 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 piss, sitting half-way down the right

incline. I didn't want to crowd together them but I was pissed that I couldn't get

to my favorite touch. I closed my eye and leaned back to savour the

water, keeping my lid almost shut so I could view them. I have

real trouble trying to guess the age of a cleaning lady. Easy to tell the tardy

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

and their pap began sagging.

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

could make some deductions. The quondam was a missy with a Bikini. She

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

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

looking at her mom's breast at water level in her courting top, I realized the

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

advantageously a C cup but, boy, those sure looked kissable. total to consider about

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

began to feel a stirring in my swim torso. The future boy was around 12,

a clunky early adolescent and then a untested crony about 5 or 6.

OK then, that put mom 's age in the mid 1930s, 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 to the lowest degree fill up to the best jets at the back. Not so

close that I made her feel uncomfortable or him become possessive.
Oops, I got too confining, 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 affair. Her husband never opened his eyes.
After maybe only a second to a greater extent, 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

articulatio genus pressed harder against mine and then I felt her substructure 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 premiss. Suddenly a huge bloomer sprang up,

tenting my wooing. Luckily the bubble hid my erection.

She opened her eyes and nudged her husband."movement 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 field as did she. Now I had enough

room to slue back but still hold open some space from touching her.

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

but me sitting still with a Brobdingnagian fuckup. I was about to break open from just

that legal brief liaison, I was that horny.

I was horny because it had been various calendar month since my married woman died in a

flaming car wreck caused, of course, by a wino driver. He had a pedigree

alcohol level of 1.8 and 4 old DUI's but still drove, suspended

permission 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 catching ship's company. So I

went after his indemnity, his company, his car, his peter, his mother

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

wrongful death grammatical case and, after paying my attorney's goodish share, I was

left with a Brobdingnagian wad of John Cash. Big bargain, since I had no one now to

share it with.

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

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

Don't get me unseasonable ; the sex was usually great, often incredible. But

trying to interchange 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 prophylactic to have sex. But my favorite technique is to eat her pussy until

she has a screaming climax and I was worried that I'd get some ugly

knife infection or cancer.

Even though I was well off money Wise, I needed to keep working to nullify

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

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

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

on their cable are top shelf.

I usually try one of the great eatery 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 deflect a

lasting entanglement and that is knockout once the cleaning woman find out my

job and financial status.

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

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

I can't get it up any longer.

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

womanhood 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 supply became watch crystal clear.

"I'll get it,"the guy said, opening his optic and wading forward to the

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

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

covering my boner.

"move your deal a bit,"she whispered.

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

lights flooding the field and her hubby 10 feet away. He reached the

timer, twisted the dial and I was saved as the house of cards kicked back to

life. He grabbed a towel in the shackle 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 manus away.

"Oh, my,"she said quietly,"what do we deliver 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 digit felt so honorable rubbing my cock through the fabric.

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

trunks while I kept course of her husband's back. When he finally turned

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

swollen prick. He returned into the H2O of the tub, reclining and

closing his eyes.

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

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

a view. I finally brought it down to stroke her genitalia. Even though

the bubbles were hiding us, hand and arm bm 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 finger caressed

her sex. I slid my fingerbreadth along the border of her suit and gradually

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

of my script inside. Now I had free kitchen stove to luxate one finger between her

lips and into her wet puss. Wow, her cunt was even raging than the

surrounding piss ! With my quarter round I began to rub her slight nub and

felt it swell under my touch.

Meanwhile, she'd almost completely stopped rubbing my cock. She sat

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

move her pelvic girdle in clock time with my stroking. Soon she was making waves with

her movement. I tried to tranquillize things down by pressing down hard on her

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

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

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

the young kid, he yelled over for a towel to help oneself get the Cl

out of his eyes.

"Ben, dear, 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 fingerbreadth. 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."

married man walked over to deal the towel to his youthful who then said,

"Thanks dad, come get in with me, please."

Cheryl whispered,"Yesss ! Oh thank you, Ben."

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

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

pulled them all the way down around her articulatio talocruralis and spread her legs wide.
"Keep going…don't plosive speech sound ! Aah…aah yes !"she mumbled.

I managed to get another finger into her pulsing bitch and still sustain my

rhythm on her clitoris. I could feel her balmy fuzz covering her cumulation in my

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

as I pumped her twat and one finger slid down between her back talk. I

gently moved my finger backwards until I could iron 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 humble lip to hold open from screaming out. I could palpate her

snatch walls milking my two digit and her ass clenched around that third

fingerbreadth. It felt so peachy I almost came along with her. If my dick had

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

I love to afford cleaning woman screaming orgasms !

"Oh, god ! That was the scoop culmination I've ever had,"she managed to

whisper a moment later."You really do have howling manus, Rob."I

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

such a immense 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 wild with him

sitting a foot away from you. I was worried he'd capable his center while I

was fingering your snatch and pound sign the horseshit out of me."

"Oh no problem,"she said."We agreed a long metre ago to let each

other have fun whenever the function arises, as long as it doesn't

affect the Thomas Kid. He probably was aware of our petty natural process but chose

to hold back 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

observe your fingers just where they are ? I think I can throw another

orgasm in just a few seconds."I resumed rubbing and, sure enough, she

jerked and moaned as another huge waving washed over her.

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

jealous case. But we have to keep an eye on for the kids, especially Angie, who

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

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

girl porn on her information processing system. 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 lady friend. She's a randy little mink,

a lot like her mom !"

"Amen to horny little mink,"I replied.

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

reached in and freed my bloomer from the fabric. It felt slap-up to be out

of the constricting case 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 status

to walk around with that pole sticking out. You might bruise mortal 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 prick up and down

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

water level. The bubbly water felt so wonderful on the headland. The spa

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

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

away, unmindful to the unbelievable handjob I was getting from this

gorgeous blond.

"I'm very close,"I said breathlessly."I'm certain 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 do it 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 hammer up out of the water and put her mouth around it. I shot what

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

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

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

water.

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

she scooted over to repose on the back bench."Yum,"she exclaimed."You

really taste good ! I don't tending much for the taste of Ben's sperm but I

dearest 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 hr. And I really, really love to accept my

snatch licked."

"That's my speciality,"I answered."Not just that, but I'd bet you'd

love to have my glossa 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 smoke hot babe, her husband didn't mind if she got some on the

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

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

Cheryl's eye.

"Um, what is this I see ?"she said, again sliding her digit 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 opine

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 mark with Ben, but I'd bet he'll

jump at the offer."

"Up for it ?"I laughed."I think you can plainly see and sense that I

already am."

"I'm in room 428, here's my key,"I said as I passed her the charge card

phonograph recording for the room."If he doesn't agree, just leave the key in your

room when you check out. The vacation 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 way. 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 putz with the soothing application

the hotel provides, just keeping it warm and prepare.

The sound rang after about 30 mo but it was Cheryl calling to

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

were going to outride 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 site well enough to ask. There's a big

departure between letting one partner fool around in the other's

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

his room.

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

wasn't sick, but that might open a whole can of dirt ball. I didn't know

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

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

it ever bechance later ]

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

possibility for a rainwater 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 governing 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 side by side week ?"
"Yep. Here 's our Portland telephone set number. Call us later to firm up the

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

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

I love the Holiday Inn hot tub ! ! !