This story contains edgy sexual games between a married couple, which might border on forced sex. It is fictional and between two consenting adults.
If this type of scenario bothers you, I would suggest you move on and don't read it.
Comments are welcome.
The Games We Play
Nicholas Rogers reclined in the steamy water of the hot tub. The water pulsed against his back, taking away the stress of another day in the office. An ice-cold cocktail in his hand dripped cold droplets down his fingers. It was his third of the evening. The jets made the water swirl around his nude body, causing his limp cock to float freely with the currents. Secluded in the tree surrounded yard, he and his wife, Jennifer, never wore suits in the tub.
He closed his eyes, feeling relaxed and content.
He heard the tinkling of ice cubes against glass and opened his eyes to see Jennifer, his wife of 12 years, setting a glass on the table next to the tub. She turned away and slipped out of her robe, hanging it on the hook of a privacy screen.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, not waiting for an answer.
Nicholas watched her lithe body climb into the water and lower into the corner opposite him. She stretched out her arms onto the sides of the tub, letting her 36 D breasts float at the water's top. Swirling bubbles tickled at her nipples. Her eyes were already glassy from drinks she had before entering.
For a long period, Jennifer stared directly at Nicholas' penis, dancing side to side in the pulsing water between his legs. Moving forward, she slid between Nicholas' open legs and kissed him. She lowered her mouth and sucked hard on his wet neck. Instinctively, Nicholas reached an arm around her and tried to pull her naked body against his.
Jennifer sat back, pushing his arm to his side, and whispered, "Don't touch me."
Nicholas' mind raced. 'What? Again? What the fuck??'
She moved back from him and slid to the side of the tub, leaning out to grab her drink from the table. Her bare butt pointed straight towards him, almost coming out of the water.
Setting his drink on the edge of the tub, Nicholas quickly slid in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body back against him.
With both hands, she pushed her way free and glared back at him. "I said don't touch me!" Her voice was louder and more demanding.
Confused, Nicholas slid back into his corner and grabbed his glass. Taking a big swig of his drink, he watched her turn back and lean further over the edge. Her ass was now completely out of the water and her legs splayed enough for him to view the open folds of her pussy. He wanted to reach out and slide his hand between her legs, feeling the soft open lips. He hesitated, perhaps too long, and watched as she returned into the water, drink in hand.
She slid in front of him, sipping from her drink. Her steely eyes watched him over the rim of the glass. She moved closer. Her hand drifted to his thigh and then rode up to his hip.
"I want you to just watch me," she said coyly. "I want you to want me, but not touch me...until you can't stand it."
Can't stand it? Fuck!! He was already there! His erection should have shown her that.
She kept talking, "I am going to the other side and let one of the jets get me off. You can watch if you want, but you can't touch me."
She placed her drink on the tub's edge and slid to the far side. Maneuvering herself over one of the pulsating jets, she grasped onto the side of the tub.
"Ooooohhhh... That feels so good," she cooed, as the jet shot heavily against her exposed clitoris.
Nicholas took another deep gulp of his whiskey. His heart quickened with the thoughts of what she must be feeling. He envisioned the hot water pounding hard against her clit and then blowing through the fluttering folds of her pussy, vibrating them with the jet's bubbly flow.
Her fingers clenched the side of the tub as her head dipped, eyes clinched shut, concentrating on the sensations between her legs. Her mouth gaped open with gasping breaths as her free hand found her breast, pulling a hardened nipple.
It wasn't long before her trembling body gave way to convulsions as a climax roared through her.
Nicholas just sat there, staring, envisioning the act that had just happened. His hand stroked his hard cock.
Jennifer slid back to Nicholas and kissed his bare chest.
He reached out and squeezed her breasts, floating in front of him. Again, his arms were pushed away.
"Don't touch me."
Jennifer moved away. She climbed out of the tub and grabbed her towel, drying herself. "I will be inside, when you are ready to come in." she teased.
Wrapping the towel around her, she scurried off into the house.
Nicholas sank back into the seat, his stiff cock waving good-bye. Downing another gulp of his drink, he closed his eyes and recalled another time she had pulled this shit.