Even in the context of their robust sex life - five to ten times a week was their norm - this trip had been a fuckfest of epic proportions. Every square inch of every hotel room had been used to satisfy their endless hunger for each other. Beds, floors, showers and tubs, sinks, even windowsills and balconies, had supported hands or knees or asses or backs and provided a stage for their activities.
As often as not, Karen blew him in the car when they traveled somewhere more distant. She could get him harder than he thought possible, and keep him their until she was ready for him to finally release his hot load into her mouth or pussy or onto her back or boobs. She gave a world class blowjob, loved getting it from behind, even liked it in the ass on occasion. Life with her was like being in a porn movie.
They were taking a break from sightseeing and sex, relaxing in the motel hot tub. The day and setting were perfect - temperatures in the mid seventies, cloudless skies, the grounds a mixture of small trees, bushes, and buildings that absorbed much of the sound from the busy street nearby. They could be seen from any of a hundred angles, but they were so wrapped up in each other that they might have well have been on the dark side of the moon. They were seated next to each other, with water up to their necks and their hands resting in the other's thigh. Comfortable and so very calming.
"This is about perfect, huh?" Karen opined.
Rich turned his head to face her. He loved to look at her, at the way her blond hung casually and framed her heart-shaped face, at her relaxed, unlined features. He couldn't get over her resemblance to Princess Di, at least with her hair done this way.
Pushing forty-five and she still looks fifteen years younger,
he thought.
And she loves sex even more than I do
.
Damn, life is good.
"Oh, yeah. Couldn't be better."
"Think so?" she asked with a sly smile.
He could feel her hand begin to move on his leg, first to the inside of his thigh, then to the top. With each movement, she inched her hand closer and closer to his junk, so near that he could feel himself starting to react. Her head back and her eyes closed, a small smile crossed her face as she finally reached over and completely briefly enveloped his package in a firm grip. She hooked a single finger under the hem of his trunks, and lifting it slightly, she reached into the leg of the trunks and tickled the head of his cock. He immediately grew harder and she gave his growing member a squeeze through the fabric of his trunks. Keeping her hand there, she began to slowly stroke his wood.
He took a moment to reflect on their life. He had gone from a sexless, virtually platonic marriage into one that was filled with every manner of sexual activity. There was nothing they hadn't done and no place they hadn't done it, and here they were in a public spa with her stroking his cock yet again. As usual, she had managed to get him rock hard. He wondered how this was going to go.
Moving into the middle of the spa, she remained neck deep in the water, but he could see that she was doing something under the water, pout of hi sight. Sure enough, when she raised her left hand out of the water, it was holding her bathing suit she and threw it onto the side of the spa; she was completely naked under the water. Wasting no time, she moved toward him and her expert hands reached for the waistband of his trunks. He lifted his ass slightly so she could slide them down his legs, leaving them around his ankles. Remaining submerged, she used both hands to stroke his member to wood hardness and to stroke his balls. Their eyes locked on each other in silent communication.
A body is basically weightless when submerged, so she used that principal to float while she brought her legs up, and with her legs spread wide braced her feet against the side of the spa, moving toward him and using one hand to guide his shaft into her pussy while holding on to his neck for support. He slipped his hands under her, and cupped the cheeks of her ass for added support.
She immediately took his full length into her and sighed contentedly, then began a slow movement up and down his cock. The bubbling water surrounding them added an extra sensation, swirling around their sensitive tissues and heightening their pleasure. As her movements quickened she began to rise up out of the water on each stroke, until her boobs were completely exposed to the world. The water roiled with their movements, splashing against the sides of the spa and onto the surrounding deck. Her eyes closed and her hands grasped his neck tighter as she approached orgasm and he reached his own simultaneously. She continued to move up and down out of the water, her delicious melons right as his eye level.
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In one of the rooms facing the hot tub from the second floor, a hotel guest on his balcony did a doubletake. "Holy shit, Cathy! Come here quick!" he called out to his wife. She rushed out to where he was standing.
"What is it, Michael?"
"Right there, in the hot tub." He directed her gaze to the sight about seventy-five feet from them.
"Ohmygawd. Is she topless? In public?"
"Topless, hell. She's fucking him. They're getting it on in the hot tub."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"See for yourself. She's facing him, she looks like she's naked, and she's moving up and down in his lap. What do you think that means?"
"It means they're braver than we are," she replied with a wry smile. She remembered when she and her husband couldn't get enough of each other and didn't care who knew it. She could feel her body stirring in reaction to the sight below them, and her hand unconsciously slipped inside her thick terry robe and touched her breast. Her body was still warm from the shower she had just taken.
