This week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday is “Waves” . . . which reminded me of one of my Diaries entries “Indoor Waves” (actually from my “More Adventures” E-book from two years ago which I still haven’t been able to finish, or publish, yet!) But, as I say, it reminded me of that lovely fun evening, so I thought that at least “Part One” of that chapter should see the light of day here . . .
We’d met our new couple at our Swinging Club late in August. We’d arrived quite late and it turned out to be one of those evenings where Hubby and I spent most of our time sitting at the bar chatting to some of the regulars we’ve come to know from previous visits. People we’ve become friends with but, for one reason or another, haven’t actually played with.
We had noticed several new couples we hadn’t seen before, and a number of new single guys, but despite Hubby frequently pointing them out to me and asking if I was “interested in going over for a chat”, I didn’t really feel motivated or attracted enough to want to leave my seat. Hubby would occasionally wander off for a tour around the rooms and then report back to tell me what was going on, but after several hours even he had resigned himself to the fact that our night would end without any involvement on our part.
He’d actually just said to me “Shall we finish our drinks and make a move”when a striking blonde woman came up to stand at the bar right next to my seat. Her, very tall, partner stood behind her and leant between us to order their drinks. We hadn’t noticed them before, and they’d come from the direction of the play rooms, so had obviously been having fun elsewhere for quite some time. She was dressed in a lovely black basque and net stockings and had the most perfectly manicured red nails as she placed her hands on the counter of the bar. Hubby leaned around from beside me and asked her “Would you like a seat?” getting off his stool and tugging at me gently to move from my stool to his. She smiled and replied “Yes thank you, my heels are killing me!” I moved over and she sat-up next to me and I laughed that I had the same problem as “I only ever really wear heels on a night-out here”. Her partner immediately joined in, saying how sexy both our choice of footwear was “and, in fact, your whole outfit”. We’d all soon introduced ourselves and began chatting and answering their questions about the club. It was their first visit here but they were frequent visitors to some of the other London clubs we’d heard about.
I immediately felt completely at ease with both D and her husband and I could sense that Hubby (standing behind me and stroking my back and leaning against me the way he does when I know he is aroused) was feeling just as captivated as I was. D’s manner and conversation was so natural and friendly that within the first 15 minutes I was giggling and sharing experiences with her as though we were life-long friends. Her husband M wasn’t quite so outgoing (though very dishy) but was still chatting quite openly. He asked me if we’d been playing and told me he’d wished they’d met us earlier in the evening as they had to be leaving to get home for the babysitter. D must have noticed the look of disappointment in my eyes as she reached over to hold my hand and asked “Would you be interested in exchanging numbers?” Hubby answered before I’d had the chance to think “Yes, sure!!!” I looked up at M to see if he was as keen, his smile, and his wife’s continued stroking of my forearm, seemed to indicate that he definitely was. The men exchanged numbers and we said our goodbyes.
Hubby and I remained at the bar for another drink, comparing our impressions and talking about the lost chance of not having met them earlier. I giggled when he said “and of course she really fancies you”. “What do you mean?” I asked him. He laughed and replied, “I mean she fancies you. It was obvious, and anyway M told me she’s bi. So our evening at the club ended without us “playing out”, but we certainly made it up for it when we got home, with the attractions of our brief acquaintances obviously on both our minds and inspiring our arousal.
A few days passed. (We’d mentioned the morning after, reliving our passions over breakfast, that we’d have to text them the next time we were going to get back to the Club.) Then, on the Thursday evening, just as we’d cuddled up together in bed, Hubby’s phone beeped with a text “would it be ok if we called. Can you talk?”. Hubby messaged straight back that it was fine. Seconds later his phone rang. I could tell immediately, from the rolling of his eyes and wild nodding of his head, even before he switched his phone over to speaker, that it was D. As his speaker came on I could hear her saying how much they’d enjoyed meeting us on the weekend. Hubby responded that the feeling was mutual and that we’d already been talking about texting them the next time we planned to visit the club. Her reply took us both by surprise. “If you’re not busy, would you like to come over to ours next Saturday for drinks?” She went on to say that their children would be away with M’s parents and that they had an indoor hot tub and would like to get know us better! Hubby didn’t waste a second in telling her we’d love to.
As if meeting a new couple for the first time on non-neutral ground wasn’t worrying enough, their address made me feel even more nervous. They were obviously in a different class to us!! Not just an affluent outer-suburb, but an extra-affluent postcode. “What can I wear?” I was agonising to Hubby the following day and night!! His teasing that I wouldn’t need to be wearing “anything” in a hot tub, didn’t help.
D met us at the door looking stunning in a white sarong and led us through a huge reception room into an even larger, and absolutely wonderful kitchen area. All sparkling stainless steel fittings and work surfaces, I was feeling more and more nervous with every step! We followed D into an amazing conservatory which looked out over a long garden. We could see, and hear, the bubbling water of the hot tub in one corner of the conservatory. To our right M was standing behind a bar asking what we’d like to drink. I assumed from his bare chest that he’d possibly just emerged from the tub and probably had a towel wrapped around his waist, but had to gasp in surprise as he stepped out from the bar towards us with our glasses in hand, completely naked! I felt myself giggling with the embarrassment of not quite knowing how to react and not sure where I should be looking. D immediately stepped in front of him admonishing him for being so forward and turning back to us to apologise. I was still giggling but told her not to be silly “You just caught me by surprise” I told him, still not sure where I should be looking, whilst I stretched out rather self-consciously to hand him the two bottles of wine we’d bought with us. Hubby was laughing as well “It’s fine, we didn’t actually bring swimming costumes either”.
We sat around in their wonderfully comfortable cushioned wicker chairs chatting and accepting (too many) top-ups of wine for some time before M asked if we “were ready for a dip?” D went off to fetch some towels whilst Hubby quickly stripped off his clothes and followed our host into the tub. Normally I don’t have any qualms about undressing in intimate situations, and I actually enjoy ‘dressing-up’ at the Club, but now I really felt quite nervous as I lifted my dress up over my head knowing I had to walk naked up the steps to the tub as M sat there quite obviously watching my every step. I did feel slightly better as he said “you have a beautiful body” as I slid down into the water next to Hubby. D had reappeared, already naked herself and followed me into the tub. “You should have seen her from behind” she said to M, “she has a gorgeous figure, and such a wonderful bum.” The compliments, the warmth of the water, and the wine!, were making me feel better.
We leant with our backs against the wall of the tub. D had initially positioned herself between M and I, but then moved around in front of me, sliding in-between Hubby and myself. I felt her hand stroking my arm as she had in the club, and then as she told me again that I had “such a gorgeous figure” I felt her hand running up over my tummy and up to my breasts. Her palm caressed across both my nipples for a brief moment before she pushed away from the wall of the tub to stand more directly in front of us. I felt her hand reaching up to me again and could tell from the movement of her left arm that she was reaching across to Hubby as well. I glanced across at him. I could tell from the expression on his face that she was touching him as well, but not on his chest! I felt a firmer hand squeezing over my left nipple. M had slid closer to me and was now following D’s lead, squeezing and caressing me. I gasped and tilted my head back closing my eyes. My nervous self-consciousness had suddenly been replaced by the wonderful feeling of two separate hands roaming over my breasts, and now, between my legs. At first I couldn’t tell whose fingers were twirling around my pussy lips, but then as I felt both nipples being lightly squeezed by strong feeling fingers, I knew both of those hands belonged to M and it was D’s fingers that were deliciously working around and around my clit. “Oh, squeeze my tits” I moaned, still keeping my eyes tightly closed, but making no attempt to stifle my moans of pleasure now. M’s palms were now clamped tightly around my breasts, pushing me back harder against the wall of the tub, whilst D’s finger, or fingers I couldn’t tell how many, were sliding forcefully in and out of me. I threw my head back as far as it would go, letting out a load groan of “oh I love that”. I could hear the splashing of movement now in the water as M’s hands suddenly slid straight down my side to grasp me by my hips. He seemed to be lifting me higher, and forward more into his wife’s hand which was now pumping in and out of me. My own groans were drowning out the other sounds, but I was conscious of her muffled moaning to the right of me . . . and the slapping of the waves from our passionate movements, slapping against me.
I opened my eyes and looked past my right shoulder to see her head locked in an embrace with Hubby and it was obvious from the thrashing movements of both her elbows in and out of the water that both her hands were pumping and stroking, and as only her right one was pumping into me, her left hand must be furiously stroking my husbands cock. Suddenly there seemed to be two hands pushing between my legs, one (still D’s???) thrusting fingers in and out of me, the other twirling and rubbing over my clit. I felt myself trying to hold my balance, reaching behind me to grasp the wall of the tub with my back pushed back against it and the pressure of the thrusting between my legs, bouncing me up and down in the water. For a moment I was thinking I didn’t feel comfortable enough to really let myself go, then, an instant later, I was crying out “Oh, god I’m coming, I’m coming”, thrusting my hips forward and losing my grip on the wall. I collapsed forward into the arms of M, dropping my chin onto his shoulder and gasping out “God, oh god”.
I opened my eyes. D and Hubby had stepped apart with D asking him “does she always come like that?” He laughed and said something like “I’ve never seen her come in a pool before”. M lifted me up to try and sit me on the top step of the tub, saying “That was fantastic. You sound amazing”. “And look amazing” D said as she reached over to start stroking my arm again. I was feeling uncomfortable, from both the compliments, and the hard step I was now perched on. “I need to sit down” I managed to blurt out. D stepped out next to me and took my hand to lead me off the step down onto the floor again. She reached over for a towel and dried me down as I stood enjoying the feel of the softness against my skin. The two men followed us out of the tub and I collapsed back onto the nearest cushioned chair. We sat chatting, and drinking, until D stepped over and knelt down in front of me. “Would you two like to come upstairs?” she asked, running her hands up and down my thighs and then leaning forward to kiss me on the knee. She lifted me up and then led us back through the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom. As the men followed us into the room I could tell they were both obviously aroused by the fact that D was gently pushing me back onto the bed . . .
As I say, there is a “Part Two” of this chapter . . . still waiting with lots of other entries, for me to find the spare-time to finish, and publish, “More Adventures” . . . but finding that time is so difficult! . . . I mean my “spare-time” is my “fun-time”!!!
Oh, and just in case you prefer pictures instead of words, I thought I would include a photo from my #polaroidspast collection. It’s obviously not from the time of the story above . . . but from a much earlier and much more modest, and quieter, Hot Tub moment.
Modesty Ablaze – Hot Tub – 1986
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