This story is the first to feature the (F) notation, so we at MH felt it would be a good idea to elaborate on what it represents. In a story with an (F) rating, you may find mention of fantasy talk or imaginative imagery involving situations that a Christian couple finds exciting to think about or discuss but that they wouldn’t actually seek or participate in. This is an experimental change, but we want to recognize that not everyone feels burdened by a temptation to do in reality the things about which they fantasize, leaving them free to play pretend with one another without sinning.
That said, F-rated stories will still not be told as if they are fact. They may involve dialog spoken as if activities are real, but the narrative will make it clear that it is imaginative play between husband and wife only. If, however, you struggle with the idea that sexy talk with your spouse can include scenarios that God has said not to pursue, you would be best served by skipping stories with this annotation.
My husband finally convinced me to remove the last of the hair below my neck, leaving nothing hidden between my legs. Now he is planning our vacation to a resort that has clothing optional pool and beach areas. And with the last of what covered me gone, I need to shop for a bathing suit. I’m not sure which scares me more. Maybe we could compromise, and I could just go topless? — Just?! What am I talking about? But that means finding a bikini. I haven’t worn one of those in a generation.
When we check in, the young lady with a flowery dress wrapped around her sexy body informs us that storms have delayed most of the guests for a day. We will have most of the facilities to ourselves. It doesn’t take my husband long to use that fact to convince me to wear my bikini for the first time. We take a walk around the grounds in the dimming light as the sun sets. The garden area is beautiful. And the desk clerk was right; no one else is in sight. The “Clothing Optional From This Point” sign has my husband requesting that I remove my top. He is more than glad to help.
As my boobs sway from side to side, their nipples hardening from the cooling night air, we see a hot tub. Well, more of a jacuzzi, with jets making the water bubble. We enter, and I am almost comfortable in just my bottoms. He takes off his trunks and requests I do the same.
“One step at a time,” I tell him.
As the music blares from the fake-rock speakers and the noise of the water movement fills our ears, we enjoy the freedom. Kissing and touching start to consume us.
“Do you mind if we join you?” A voice breaks through our kissing. The loud music had covered the arrival of a couple, maybe a dozen years younger than us. They both quickly remove their clothes and enter the other side of the whirlpool. Before I can get jealous of her perky breasts, his rapidly hardening, thick cock catches my eye. Staring at it might have embarrassed me, so I look up at his eyes — only to realize they are trained on my breasts! I had forgotten they floated free, bare and visible. My husband notices the man’s gaze and begins getting hard too. Fear gives me a “want to flee” moment, but covering up or running might make it worse.
The bubbling water covers us from about the nipple line down, so when my husband moves my hand onto his erection, I can hold him without being seen. The other couple’s arms are crossed over each other, making it clear they are pleasing each other while maintaining a very innocent conversation.
Then the timer clicks, the jets stop, and the water goes clear. The man’s fingers pleasing her and both wives’ hands stroking their husbands become suddenly visible.
We find viable excuses to head back to our rooms. On the way, my husband tells me he can’t wait to be inside me. As we fly onto the bed, our discussion turns to her perky breasts, his thick, hard cock, and how seeing my boobs had turned him on. No need for the little blue pill tonight. As he pumps me at a slow pace, we imagine them doing the same on the other bed. His pace increases.
“Reach over and touch,” he says. Then he comes, thrust after thrust filling me with his hot fluid.
He hands me the brochure and asks if I think that would be a place we should vacation.
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