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Exploring In The Hot Tub

11/12/2015

I felt warm, relaxed, and incredibly self-satisfied sitting
in the hot tub, completely content to watch my beautiful
bride’s breasts swimming in the turbulent blue-lighted
water. Sitting next to her was the fascinating twenty-four-year-old
creature who had recently become a part of our lives. The
words my wife had just articulated hung in the air for a moment
and snapped me out of my blissful stupor. I could barely
believe I had heard her correctly. I repeated the words
in my mind just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and looked
at her quizzically as if to say, “Are you sure you want to
go there?”


Let me back up a little. My wife Sabrina and I are in our forties,
own our own media company, and although we look much younger
and keep ourselves in excellent shape, we are still… well,
in our forties. The naked young woman in the hot tub with
us had just recently come to work for us right out of college.
She was new to town, didn’t have a boyfriend, and had yet
to set up her own network of friends. Therefore, she spent
an inordinate amount of her free time with us.


In addition to being beautiful, bright, and precocious,
she had the gift of being completely at ease around people
of any age – in fact, she had stated that she preferred being
around people in their forties and fifties to those her
own age. As we got to know her we learned she had led an extremely
sheltered life. She was the only child of elderly parents,
schooled in very strict boarding schools and a University
run by her family’s fundamentalist church. She came to
us with an unusually keen business mind, a desire to succeed
and boundless curiosity about all things sexual. She had
also correctly guessed that my wife and I might have a base
of knowledge and experience that could help her get some
of those questions answered. It had become a habit that
we would close the office, head to the house, open a bottle
of wine, and lower ourselves into a 104-degree hot tub to
discuss the day.


The second week of that routine, Kelli said she had taken
her bikini home to wash, and forgotten to bring it back.
My wife, Sabrina, tried to find a suit that would fit her,
but Sabrina is 5’9” with very long slender legs, a tiny
waist, and breasts that require we spend a lot of time searching
for pretty lingerie in size 34G. Kelli was barely 5’2”
and wears a size 2 dress and a 32C bikini top. Although we
keep a number of suits around for guests, we really didn’t
have anything that worked for her. Kelli finally said,
“You know, most people don’t wear bathing suits into
a hot tub. And, I have a feeling that when I’m not around
you two would never wear a bathing suit in there. Am I right?”



Well, she had us there. We confessed that we never wore suits
in the hot tub, and that most of the friends we have didn’t
either. We took the time to explain that because she was
very young and an employee, and because we wanted her to
feel comfortable and safe around us, we wore suits when
she joined us. Her answer to that was, “That’s silly.
Nudity is so natural.”


With that settled we all went to separate rooms, removed
our clothes, met back in the hallway wearing towels and
headed for the cabana that housed our hot tub. Sabrina got
in first, then Kelli. No matter how I tried, I could not help
savoring their beauty as they very casually threw their
towels on the bar stool and disappeared inch-by-inch into
the water. Sabrina’s form had held my attention for every
moment of the fifteen years we have been together. Kelli’s
body was perfect and even though she was petite, she was
very athletic. Her skin was like marble without a single
visible imperfection. Her breasts were unbelievably
perfect; full and round with slightly tumescent areolae
and tiny pink nipples. I wondered how many women had gone
to a plastic surgeon hoping the end result would be breasts
that looked exactly like Kelli’s. However, the feature
that struck me most as I viewed her au naturel was the same
feature that had distracted me when she was clothed in the
jeans or leggings she frequently wore to the office. She
had the most perfect derriere I had ever seen. It was not
small, but rounded and strong, perfectly shaped and maddeningly
inviting.


Once we got settled into the tub, I asked, “Kelli, are you
sure you’re comfortable with this?”


Kelli laughed, “Yes, I’m sure. This feels so wonderful.
You need to relax, Mark.”


“I just want to make sure.”


Kelli was almost chiding me now, “You worry about me too
much. I’m not a child. It’s not necessary and I always
feel really comfortable and (holding up her fingers to
create quotation marks in the air) ‘safe’ around you
two. Is there any reason I shouldn’t?”


It was almost amusing that neither one of us chose to answer
that question directly. My infatuation with this young
woman was obvious. But what was not so obvious is that my
beautiful bride, who is quietly bisexual, was even more
fixated on this incredible young woman than I was. It had
gotten so intense for both of us that we had found it necessary
to have a long, private discussion. We had agreed that with
all of Kelli’s curiosity, we would have to be the ones to
control this situation. We agreed that we would be completely
open with her, we would answer any questions she had with
candor, we would share our experiences, be her “guides”
through any facet of sexuality she wanted to explore, but
would not allow ourselves to step over that extremely compelling
line and become sexually involved with her on a physical
level.


That same night marked a change in the conversation that
occupied us as we sat poaching ourselves under the stars.
Kelli wanted to play conversational games. She had a number
of questions about us and our personal lives. The first
game she wanted to play was “Truth or Dare.” That was followed
the next night by the introduction of a game called “I Never.”
We were unfamiliar with the game, so Kelli quickly explained.
“I’ll say ‘I never’ and then I’ll say something I’ve
never done. Now, if you’ve never done that either, then
you raise your wine glass. If you have done it before, then
you have to take a drink.” We agreed to the deceptively
simple rules, and she started the game.” The first never
was “I’ve never kissed a girl, ” Kelli paused, and then
continued with “below the waist.”


Sabrina and I just sat there, dumbfounded. I had no idea
what Sabrina was thinking, but I knew she wasn’t going
to be raising her glass if she intended to be truthful. I
took a quick drink of wine and set my wine glass down. Sabrina
stared right into Kelli’s eyes and took a slow drink of
her wine. As she lowered the glass down to stop the flow,
a drop of wine escaped over the edge. Sabrina caught it with
her tongue and licked it off the glass. That admittedly
cheesy little move gave me an instant erection, and Kelli
started bouncing up and down in her seat clapping her hands.



“Really!?” she exclaimed. “Really!!!? I had guessed
you liked girls, but I didn’t know for sure! Oh, I want to
know more. It’s something I’ve wanted to do so many times,
but I was so scared. Will you tell me more?”


And that’s how it went night after night. The little round
redwood tub, which we had always prized because it was so
conducive to conversation and intimacy between three
or four people, became warmer and more interesting than
it had ever been in its life. As the location for our nightly
sessions with Kelli, it became my most prized possession.
The conversations became more intense, more intimate,
and more revealing night after night. Our sexuality, which
had been widely varied through our lives and remained quite
adventurous, ended up being bared completely over the
course of our nightly explorations.


Kelli learned that we were polyamorous, that we had experimented
with the swinging lifestyle (even though we weren’t really
very good at trying to do it full-time), that we had done
enough experimenting with bondage and discipline to realize
we weren’t part of that scene (but had kept a few select
practices that worked to make us smile), that we had a very
interesting and open relationship with a younger couple
that lived next door to us for five years, and a number of
other “secrets”. We learned that she had an uncanny ability
to make us “come clean” with information, no matter how
personal.


So, to get back to where this story began, during the early
part of an evening in the tub, Kelli had asked Sabrina a question
about how to have sex during “that time of month”. Sabrina
giggled. She said, “Well, sweetie, I don’t have periods
any more. That all stopped about two years ago.”


“You are so lucky! I wish I could say that!”


“It’s kind of a mixed bag Kelli. I can’t really say that
I miss them, but there are some tradeoffs. All I can tell
you is that you need to cherish everything you have while
you have it, then embrace the changes too as they come your
way. All those muscles you have now change to something
else, your skin changes from porcelain to well, skin. Your
breasts change, your butt drops. The one thing that doesn’t
change is that a great many people will always see something
in you that they find beautiful. You need to appreciate
the gifts you have and see yourself the way they see you.”



“Okay, I understand all that, but I really have trouble
with that particular one. I get mean and crampy and I don’t
feel like having sex vaginally. But, I also get extremely
horny right then. Other than masturbating, on the outside,
like with a vibrator on my clit, I haven’t found a way to
have sex during that time that I can get comfortable with.”



Sabrina smiled like she was remembering something pleasant,
and I knew what it was. I was dying to know if she was going
to reveal more truth to her inquisitor. “Well, I felt the
same way when I was your age, and I personally felt it was
a great excuse to have anal sex!” Well, there it was. No
dare, just truth.


Kelli got quiet for a moment, and then said, “You know,
I’ve always been curious about anal sex, but honestly,
I just don’t know if I could do it. It’s seems like it would
really hurt. Does it hurt?”


“You know Kelli, there’s a way to approach anal sex your
first time. If you try it sometime in the heat of passion
with your boyfriend, and you’re both turned on and he just
shoves it in there, it’s going to hurt like hell and you’re
probably never going to want to do it again. You need your
first time to be with someone who cares about you, who is
very patient and very skilled and willing to take his sweet
time to make it pleasurable for you without any expectations.”



Kelli looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said, “You’re
probably right. Problem is all the guys I date seem to be
in a big hurry for everything.”


All I could think was, “Yup, I can believe that!”


The very next statement Sabrina made, the one that had stopped
the earth on its axis, the statement that had made me forget
how to breathe was when Sabrina leaned toward Kelli and
whispered, “You need to be in more experienced hands.
The very best teacher I could recommend to you is Mark.”



“Really?” Kelli queried.


“He’s the perfect man for the job, I promise.”


My brained also screamed, “Really?” but nothing came
out of my mouth. Kelli continued, “That would be okay with you?”


“Yes, it would be okay with me, with certain restrictions.”



“Yes, I know you two have told me you have rules worked out
for every situation. What would the rules be for you to be
okay with that?”


Sabrina looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said,
“Okay, rule number one is I get to be there to observe and
coach. I get to lend a helping hand if you or Mark requests
it. I will be right beside you, very close to your face so
I can judge whether it’s going well, or Mark needs to slow
down or stop. And, lastly you have to promise me that you
and your perfect little ass will not run off with my husband
– I get him back, no matter what.”


“Deal!” declared Kelli. She was fairly bouncing when
she said, “Rather than try to plan something and ruin the
moment, let’s do it right now, tonight, right here in the
hot tub. I want to do it here, all three of us together in our
special place.”


Sabrina and I looked at each other, and she stood up lifting
her leg over the side of the tub to leave. I asked, “Where
you going, Hon?”


“I’ll be right back. You two just relax and try your best
not to talk about Kelli’s butt until I get back.” She disappeared
into the house.


It was a little uncomfortable there in the tub alone with
Kelli. I didn’t really want to say anything stupid that
would have her reconsidering her decision. Looking at
Kelli made me feel weird, but it was difficult not to. The
tension, with neither one of us knowing where Sabrina went
or when she would return, was palpable. I finally said,
“Okay, truth or dare.”


Kelli looked up contemplating for a moment then blurted
out, “Truth!” “Okay, truth.” Without pausing I asked, “You are not
really twenty-four years old, are you. You are one-thousand
years old, you were once a mermaid then a siren, but since
the seas are no longer full of sailing ships, you prowl hot
tubs in search of inquisitive susceptible couples, make
them fall in love with you and drag them to a drowning death
in the depths of their deep blue mini-oceans, never to be
heard from again.” The moment the words left my mouth,
I regretted it. My sense of humor is a little strange, and
doesn’t fit every occasion, especially when I’m nervous.



Kelli touched my face so very gently, looked directly in
my eyes and asked, “Do you feel victimized?”


“No, I don’t feel victimized, far from it! But I sometimes
wonder how it is that you ‘get to me’ the way you do. In two
months of sitting in this hot tub, you have learned every
secret that the two of us have. You know more personal details
about me than anyone else on earth, except Sabrina. I cannot
keep a secret from you and I’m not sure I understand why.”



Kelli placed the softest, sweetest kiss unabashedly on
my lips and said, “Because, you know your secrets are safe
with me. You two are like my spirit guides. You are my mentor.
Sabrina is my maven. I trust you with my life and I want to
earn that level of trust in return. I think somewhere deep
inside you, you can sense that. Together, you are the most
devoted and happy couple I have ever seen. I want to learn
from you. I am willing to turn myself over to you without
reservation. And, I would never do anything to harm or embarrass
you.”


As I sat there, inches from those huge green eyes, I almost
lost my senses. I was right. There was no way this young woman
could be quite so eloquent or wise at her age. She was at least
a thousand years old, maybe more. At that moment we heard
Sabrina open the door and turned to help her because her
arms were full. She had returned with another bottle of
wine, a corkscrew, a very tiny waterproof silicone vibrator,
and a full bottle of Kama Sutra almond scented massage oil,
my favorite. As Kelli took them from her hands and arranged them on the
deck around the tub, Sabrina discreetly removed a handful
of condoms from the pocket of her robe and placed them on
the wooden deck behind me. She gave me a little wink that
said, “You’re going to need these.” In other words,
I had just received permission from my wife to forget about
the previous agreement.


Sabrina poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Kelli. Kelli
took a drink, set the glass down on the deck in front of her,
rolled over and rested her head on the side of the tub, her
arms folded underneath to form a pillow with her elbows
out. Stretching her legs out behind her, her body floated
up to where she was still submerged just under the water.
I poured some oil on my hands and moved beside her, to where
her neck and shoulders were accessible, and began a slow
tender massage.


Although we had known her for quite some time, other than
friendly hugs, I had never allowed myself to touch her.
At the moment of contact I realized why that had been a really
good idea. As I spread the warm oil across her strong feminine
upper shoulders, the contact was electric. The feel of
her skin was undeniably arousing to the touch. It was hot
and smooth, taut and yet at the same time supple. I had forgotten
what a woman this young felt like. My hands and my mind were
becoming intoxicated. I lingered at her neck, her shoulders,
and her back for at least fifteen minutes. My hands slid
down her ribs, my fingertips just barely teasing her breasts
at the bottom of her armpits. As I touched them, Kelli let
out the slightest of moans letting me know all was good.



I reached down into the water and just slightly brushed
against her beautiful pink nipples. She turned her head
toward me, looked up into my face with barely-opened eyes
and said, “Mmm, that’s really nice. You have a great touch.”



Well, I didn’t need too much more reward than that. Placing
my left hand under her abdomen, lifting her ever so slightly,
I continued to massage my way down her back. I took time,
lots of time, and I concentrated on giving the best massage
I could concoct – trying to forget, to the best of my abilities,
where I was headed. It was not an easy task. Reaching her
lower back I continued to knead each individual muscle
and tendon. I caught myself becoming fascinated with the
two tiny dimples just above her buttocks. I was fascinated
by them, and they were treated to what I knew in my heart had
to be the very best massage two sacral dimples had ever been
given.


I looked at Sabrina who was siting silently in the tub, her
drink in hand watching the scene in front of her. She smiled
and pursed her lips into a silent kiss. At that moment I knew.
The woman I loved with all my heart was giving one of the greatest
gifts of my life.


From where I was at Kelli’s side, I moved my hand gently
up and over each of the perfect arcs that rested just below
the water. Kelli released a low quiet moan of approval.
I had reached as far as I could comfortably and needed to
move. I slipped off my seat and kneeling, moved between
her floating legs. Replenishing the supply of oil on my
hands, I placed my palms on her hips, my thumbs and forefingers
around her tiny waist. There was something about holding
her like that that made my brain feel drugged. It was as if
all of my consciousness and reality was floating in the
warm blue water in front of me. At that moment, Kelli crossed
her ankles behind me and squeezed my ribs gently with her
thighs. Feeling her warm, strong, silken inner thighs
against me just above my waist, I feared an explosion –
but I managed to continue, somehow. She used her legs to
lift her nearly weightless torso slightly out of the water
with her delicious backside now completely out of the water.
The golden light from the candles around the tub created
reflections from the narrow rivulets of water meandering
down her cheeks, and steam rose from her skin.


After massaging each of her lovely mounds together then
individually for quite some time, she began using her legs
around my waist to push herself into my hands. I was surprised
by her strength and her apparent level of arousal. I took
the heel of my hand and pushed deeply against the separation
between her cheeks. She rose up ever so slightly asking
for more. I slid my hand up and down between the fleshy mounds
with steadily increasing pressure until my hand settled
firmly against her perineum and the virgin orifice. Her
verbal and physical feedback was urging me forward, but
there was some part of my brain that was still aware enough
to slow things down for a moment.


“Kelli?” I whispered.


“Mmm…” was her reply.


“Kelli, listen to me, okay?”


“Mmm…”


“From this moment forward, if there’s anything I do,
or anything that makes you the slightest bit uncomfortable,
for any reason, I want you to tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”



“Mmm…”


“I don’t want you to feel like you need to continue if you
feel anything weird, okay?”


“Okay. You worry too much. I’m feeling great.”


“Okay, sweetie. Just remember, it’s okay to stop, and
it’s okay to say ‘no’.”


“Okay, I say ‘no’ to more talking, and ‘yes’, go back
to what you were doing. I believe you can find something
better to do with your mouth than talk, don’t you?” She
and Sabrina both got a good giggle from that one.


I continued to massage her, sliding my hands from her most
intimate area, up over her now-lustrous curvature, up
to her waist. I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled
her firmly against my chest. She instantly started the
slightest of gyrations against my chest. I pushed her forward
a little and lowered my head. I kissed her where her right
thigh met the bottom of her cheek. I kissed all around the
area very gently at first, then delivered the slightest
and gentlest bite on her perfect ass cheek. I licked and
kissed and nibbled my way across her cheek until I reached
the center. I moved to her left thigh, repeating the pattern
in reverse. I traced and flicked my tongue slowly down valley
until I reached the tiny opening. It was as beautiful as
the rest of her. No darkening, no mark or imperfection of
any kind. It was like kissing a Michelangelo sculpture,
only much softer and infinitely warmer. I flicked my tongue
across it, slowly and gently at first, then quickening
the pace until she panted, “Oh my God. Nobody ever did that
to me before. I can’t believe how good that feels. Please
don’t stop.”


I continued to flick and twirl my tongue all around the virgin
site until I could begin to feel the muscles around it alternately
begin to contract and release. I placed my thumbs on either
side of my target and pulled apart ever so slightly as I quickly
drummed and tickled her with my tongue.


I placed my thumb against her unpiloted opening, and holding
a light pressure waited while it tentatively contracted
and released. Kelli pushed back against my thumb, and suddenly
her muscle relaxed and swallowed the tip of my digit. “Oh…
oh, ” she breathed. I wouldn’t allow more than an inch
of penetration although Kelli was making that very difficult.
Her hips were gyrating n small slow circles, and her sphincter
muscle was actually sucking at my thumb trying to pull it
in father. I twisted my thumb around very slowly sliding
a half-inch then a half-inch back in. Then I slid it slowly
back out. “Please, Mark, put it back in, please.”


I repeated the gentle entry, with my left thumb this time.
In a little, out a little, back in, push to the side to stretch
it slightly, then all the way out again. “Kelli, do you
want to continue?”


“Give it back, please, I want more.”


Making certain that my hands were covered with lubricant,
I pushed her cheeks apart and slid both my thumbs in just
the inch she was already comfortable with. Out, in, out,
in then in another inch, out, then pushed very slowly until
both my thumbs disappeared into her. I heard her in a tone
of voice I had never heard from her before, the husky breathy
voice of a woman. “Oh, fuck, mmm… That feels so good. Keep
going, I want more.”


I looked over at Sabrina. She smiled devilishly and raised
an eyebrow. It was as if she was saying, “Well, look at you!”
I was in heaven. My erection was pulling so hard at my skin
that it almost hurt. My heart was beating so loudly I was
certain both of them could hear it. I pulled my thumbs apart
very gently then relaxed, trying to help Kelli stretch
a little. She exhaled sharply and her orifice clamped down
on my thumbs. Sabrina moved toward us placing one hand under
Kelli the other hand rubbing and massaging her lower back
and buttocks. We continued like that for another ten minutes,
massaging, stretching, teasing and exploring this beautiful
woman-child. Sabrina looked lovingly at me and said, “She’s
beautiful isn’t she?”


I nodded.


Kelli became increasingly vocal in her sounds of pleasure.
I couldn’t figure out what I had done that pleased her that
much more. Then, Sabrina said, “She’s soaking wet too.”
Looking down I saw for the first time that Sabrina had two
fingers inside Kelli, giving her the G-spot massage that
Sabrina’s long slender fingers seemed to do so well. Sabrina
leaned close to my ear, “I think she likes this.”


“You sure?”


“Mark, she’s soaking wet inside, in a hot tub, like someone
poured a bottle of lubricant inside her. Do you know how
difficult that is?” I smiled in satisfaction. Sabrina
continued, “And her vagina, you would die, it feels like
one of those Chinese finger traps lined in velvet. I’m
not kidding you. She is gorgeous.”


At that moment, I felt a hand gently cup my scrotum, then
wander up to my shaft. I looked at Sabrina, but her attention
and both of her hands were occupied elsewhere. Her left
hand was gently pushing up on Kelli’s bare mound. Her right
hand was rocking rhythmically inside Kelli. It was Kelli’s
hand, and the moment I realized that I think I grew another
inch. She was checking to see if she had the desired effect
on me. That would hardly be a question.


As Sabrina continued her gentle massage of Kelli’s vagina,
I continued to slide both my thumbs in and out of her. She
started to push back in rhythm taking my thumbs all the way
to the joint. Kelli looked around at the two of us and almost
growled, “Oh, this is… so… fucking… good. I feel so
good.” I slowly removed my thumbs and slid two fingers
into Kelli. I slowly fucked her backside with my fingers.
She responded like a woman possessed. As she gained comfort,
I made it three. It took her quite a while to accept three
fingers, but I could have continued gently introducing
her all night if need be. I removed my fingers, then returned
one finger sliding in and out more quickly, roughly the
same speed I would fuck her if I dared. Once it was obvious
she was very comfortable with one, I inserted a second and
did the same. The second finger made her vocal again. “Oh,
my God, yes, just like that… yes, mmm, damn, oh, oh, don’t
stop! Oh, God, I’m coming!!”


And come she did. I could feel her clamp down hard on my fingers.
Sabrina was having difficulty staying inside her as her
vaginal muscles contracted and tried to push her fingers
out. While Kelli was not a screamer by any means, her orgasm
was actually rather quiet and controlled, but her body
was reacting in near-convulsions. A moment after she caught
her breath, she pushed her bottom up slightly and said,
“Okay, that was incredible, but I’m not done. I am so ready.
And… somebody needs to fuck me. I want to feel a cock in me,
in my ass, and I’m not kidding.”


Sabrina reached over, opened a condom and slipped it on
me. I slid it in between her cheeks pushed them together
and let her get used to the presence there. Kelli reached
back, pointed the head at her opening and I slid into her
ever so carefully. Kelli had been resting on her crossed
arms on the side of the tub, but now grabbed the edge of the
tub in her hands and extended her arms fully. I continued
to press in at a snail’s pace, but deliberately. In a few
minutes, she relaxed and the head of my cock disappeared.
She was so tight that I was surprised I didn’t hear a popping
sound as she closed around the head of my penis. Kelli reached
back and put the palms of her hands on the front of my hips.
I didn’t move. I watched her remain motionless as she grew
accustomed to the object now inside her.


Sabrina was concerned, so she moved around the tub deck,
placed her arms under Kelli’s and said, “You okay sweetie?”
Kelli was biting her lower lip, breathing heavily through
her nose, and simply nodded her head. Sabrina wrapped her
arms around Kelli, lifted her slightly and rested Kelli’s
head onto her shoulder. Kelli hugged her tightly as I slid
another inch inside her and stopped. Kelli began nuzzling
Sabrina, then started to suckle on her neck and collarbone.
At the same moment she placed her hands on my buttocks and
pulled me forward driving me and inch deeper inside her.



I fed Kelli another inch until she exclaimed, “Oh, my God,
this feels so good. I don’t know how much more of this I can
take, but I want it all. Please go slow.” I pushed and my
cock slid in a fraction of an inch at a time until it disappeared.
My abdomen was up against her gorgeous little ass and I began
to pull back out. When I got all but the head of my cock out
I pushed it back in. “Oh, fuck! Oh, shit. Oh…” and I watched
as Kelli’s face slid down to Sabrina’s right breast.



The next exclamation was Sabrina’s, “That’s right
baby, you can kiss it, you can suck it.”


With that, I began rhythmically stroking in and out of Kelli’s
backside. I looked down and tried to take a mental photograph
of my long slender cock sliding in and out of this beautiful
young ass, just in case this was, as I feared, a once-in-a-lifetime
happening. As the pace quickened, I watched Kelli carefully
and observed the most unpredictable thing. The less careful
I was, the more excited she became. I pushed hard and fast,
with a level of force that usually made even Sabrina uncomfortable,
and she responded positively. I reached up, and while fucking
her hard, ran my nails from her shoulders and down her ribs
to her waist. Her reaction was a low and guttural affirmation
that she liked it.


At that same moment, Sabrina said, “Oooo, you want to bite?
Okay, you can bite but only if you want it back later… oh,
biting it is then sweetie, mmm, yesss!” I reached up to
Kelli’s shoulders again, dug my nails in harder and traveled
back down her ribs to her waist. Her reaction was instantaneous.
Kelli reached up, put her tiny hand in the center of Sabrina’s
chest, pushed her down onto the deck and her face disappeared
between Sabrina’s thighs. From the sounds Sabrina was
making, it was obvious that Kelli, who had never kissed
a girl below the waist, had given quite a lot of thought to
what she would do if, and when that opportunity ever presented
itself.


Sensing that everyone was caught up in the moment, I grabbed
Kelli by her hair and literally pounded her ass. She responded,
Sabrina was literally shouting Kelli’s praises, Kelli
reached up and put two fingers inside my wife and then, slid
her thumb into Sabrina’s ass. Sabrina went over the edge
right then and there. Kelli, my cock inside her and my right
hand on her clit, was the next to go. And, the moment I felt
Kelli’s insides clamp down on me, I followed immediately.



It took a couple of minutes for us all to finish our individual
orgasm cycles, but when we recovered, we collapsed back
into the hot tub laughing.


“Holy shit!”


“Oh my God!”


“Unfuckingbelievable!”


“That was awesome!”


“Let’s do that again!”


“My ass is worn out, fuck me again!”


“Somebody call an ambulance!”


“’Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.’ What was that?!!”



“I didn’t know you liked to be abused while having sex!”



“Well, I didn’t know it either, but I guess the secret’s
out now you asshole!”


We continued to laugh and chat and compare notes and tease
each other… and drink, and laugh. We discussed surprises
and things that met expectations, and we hugged a lot. A
good time was had by all. The three of us had become a unit.
We were comfortable and happy and found each other totally
irresistible. Kelli then asked, “Sabrina, since you
two are like “sex crazed” you probably have a pretty good
selection of sex toys, don’t you?”


The truth regarding the number of sex toys we have is actually
embarrassing, but Sabrina replied, “Yes, we have a few.”



“So, ” Kelli teased, “in that collection of sex toys,
do you have any big long cocks?”


“Yes, there are one or two.”


“Do you have one that’s a little bit longer and a little
bit fatter than Mark’s pretty cock?”


“Yes, Kelli. There all bigger. That’s why we bought them.
That’s why they call them ‘toys’. Why? You getting all
brave and want to try something bigger?”


“No, I’m finished for a while. But I am a sincere believer
that turn-about is fair play.” Kelli looked me directly
in the eyes and said, “I know there’s another anal virgin
in this tub, and I believe I am going to fix that right now.”



I pointed at my own chest and questioned, “Moi? No, no,
I’m fine. I’m old and I need my rest. We’ll talk about
that some other time.”


Kelli stood up, put her hands on her hips, “Oh no, we’re
going to take care of this right now, while it’s still fresh
in my mind. You did a perfect job of breaking in my virginal
butt. You don’t want me to forget one of the important steps,
do you? I could hurt someone!”


I continued to protest, but it was getting me nowhere. Besides,
to get my compliance, Kelli had just wrapped her hot lips
around my left nipple. Sabrina was leaving the hot tub to
gather toys with a giant smile on her face. As Sabrina disappeared
into the house, Kelli crawled into my lap, and her warm mouth
slid across my collar bone and nuzzled my neck. She quietly
spoke into my ear putting everything immediately into
perspective. “I hope you two are going to stop playing
hard-to-get now. I have to confess, I have never had to put
so much effort into seducing anyone!”

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Great story. is there another one?

11/16/2015