Hot Tub Fun

It was a particular anniversary some years ago, I forget which one, that we wanted to do something special. Something more than the “dinner and a movie and sex” routine we had often done before.

It so happened that a man in our church ran a “resort” where one could rent some cabins to stay in. He offered that if we came in the middle of the week when there were no current bookings on a cabin, we could stay for $25—the cost of paying the cleaning people. He generally rented them out for around $130.00. So we took him up on his kind offer.

Upon our arrival, he put us in a cabin that he said was more secluded than the rest. This was in part because its front door and deck didn’t face any of the other cabins, but the forest. So no one would just happen by, they would have to purposefully go there. He knew it was our anniversary, and wanted us to have some privacy. We appreciated that. Little did we know at the time, but we would take more advantage of that privacy than we had expected.

That’s because as we came to the front door, there on the deck, was a hot tub. There wasn’t any barrier giving it privacy, save for the forest itself. Just a wooden deck, with a decent-sized hot tub that appeared it could seat about five or six people. We were both excited to give it a try, and did so promptly after getting settled in. We donned our swimsuits and went in. We had rarely had the opportunity to be in one. Boy, did it quickly become one of our favorite things to do!

But it was after we returned from eating at a local restaurant that things got hot. And I’m not talking about the heat from the hot tub either. We had both worn our swimsuits into the tub. I don’t recall whose idea it was first, mine or hers, to shed them, but we did just that. We so enjoyed soaking in the hot tub naked.

Now, believe it or not, I’m a little gun-shy about someone seeing me. Even in the cover of night, with only the forest critters as witnesses, I would tend to worry that someone was out there. That said, I felt pretty safe as long as I didn’t stand up! Because if anyone was out there watching, they would have seen another part of my body standing at full attention as well. Aside from the fact we were naked in a hot tub outside, I had discovered the “jet-effect” on my dick. Those jets sent wonderful sensations over my body. I had to pull away at one point because I knew I was about to cum, and I wanted to save it for my wife.

We sat next to each other in the tub, discussing things. Then, we started kissing. Her warm tongue darted around mine as our excitement grew. I played with her clit until she started spasming and gasping for air. She arched her back as an orgasm hit her, right out there in nature. If someone was watching from the dark shadows of the forest, they may not be able to see us, but they would quickly figure out what we were up to.

During that time, she had been stroking my dick. Boy, did I want her! Did I dare? Could we do it in the water? We both were willing to try. I slid my dick into her very wet—could it get much wetter than that?–pussy. Ah, the pleasure that raced through my body!

It worked, but not fully. Maybe it was the risk of getting seen while having sex. Maybe it was the slowness of my movements in an attempt to not make it obvious what we were doing. Or perhaps it was the water that made it difficult. Whatever it was, I didn’t cum.

It became obvious that we could go like this for some time and I wasn’t going to cum. Instead, we decided to retire into the cabin where I wouldn’t be distracted by doing it in public. I’d be able to focus more on her and me.

Once on the bed, we went after each other with abandon. We used the missionary position and then transitioned to me on my knees, watching my dick go in and out of her pussy. That usually did it for me. Seeing that beautiful sight would generally send me into orgasm land, and this was no exception.

The intensity built, gradually at first, then quicker and quicker, until it felt like a boiling kettle ready to explode. And explode I did. Contractions started in my groin as cum pumped up my shaft and shot into her vagina.

I pushed my dick all the way into her as the cum flowed in glorious pulses. Each pulse sent a release of orgasmic electricity through me. Finally it died down, leaving a content and pleasant buzz in its wake. I collapsed on top of her, my breath catching up to my body’s demand.

We kissed passionately as I basked in the afterglow. I thanked God for my wonderful wife. Once we were cleaned up, we went back out for some more time in the hot tub. Naked, of course. This time, I didn’t bring my swimsuit with me. Just a towel. Don’t want to be without a towel.

Needless to say, we spent nearly every spare minute in that hot tub. We were sad to leave it behind when we returned home to our daily grind. We looked forward to other times we could enjoy a hot tub naked. God has seen to it that we’ve had a couple of other opportunities during our now 37 years of marriage. Maybe some more will also be in our future? I can hardly wait.