Rub a Dub Dub Naed Milf in a Tub

I finally managed to write a shorter story, I always try but get carried away. Fictional, characters all over 18. Proofed and edited using software. A few mistakes are likely. As always I appreciate comments, even criticism if it is constructive, we are always learning.

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We arrived at our favorite off-season resort late Tuesday night. Unfortunately, the excitement of doing some wild things with my husband that night had pretty much dissipated. I had driven the largest part of the two-hour drive. He had one of his sinus headaches, he had a history of them, but not always this severe, the threat of it being an infection was now a worry, we had to make decisions. He could not drive anymore, and we did not know if we should go on, or consider the forfeit of our prepaid two-night $500. Romance Getaway Package.

I felt bad for him and was willing to turn around and go home, so I could take care of him. He reasoned with me, saying that it was not like the flu or something that I could get, and would make him want to be in his own bed. In fact, he did not care where he was, as long as it was quiet, and that pretty much fit the bill at the 5-star resort we were booked at. He had it mildly when we left, and being a good wife, I had brought a gel compress that he uses. It would help but not until we get to a microwave, to heat it, it helps a lot but not a cure.

We go there at least once every winter as a romantic get-away, and know it is generally quiet, no screaming kids, crying babies, what we were getting away from. Ours were with their grandparents.

They have a great deal at the hotel, buy one, get a one-night free deal that includes dinner for two and drinks, both nights. The catch is, that it's a non-cancel rate, knowing this we wait to the last minute to book it, no sooner than the Sunday night before we can get away from the kids, and this has never happened. It is a great place, and an acceptable hotel restaurant, not gourmet, but we didn't come there to eat, we came to drink go in the hot tub, and for wild uninterrupted lovemaking.

The hotel has a nice courtyard, totally enclosed, with lots of sky windows making it an escape from winter. It has a small pool, and a hot tub that sits back in one corner among a bunch of actual palms, and other plants that are there to make you think you are in the tropics.

These are all nice features, but what we liked was that it was kind of private at the hot tub, and we usually end up losing our suits while we are in there and having what we consider daring public sex. Truth is, on a Tue or Wed it is not that daring, we have dined there before with no one else in the restaurant some nights. As I pulled in the lot, I saw no more than a dozen cars, meaning that yep, we weren't alone, at least two of them were likely guests like us.

I got the room keys and gave him one, to let him go up to the room, while I parked and brought our overnight bag up, along with a small bag of snacks.

I got to the room, and Rich was already in bed, in the dark, and I was wondering what I was going to do. I heated the gel pack for him, and wrapped it in a towel, and gave it to him. He told me to go ahead and have dinner, and bring him back something bland, his severe headaches do cause him to not want much to eat, sometimes just crackers, and ginger ale. I just hoped it was not a full-blown sinus infection, and he would be ok the next morning.

I was not sure if I wanted to eat by myself, but what were my choices. I got the have a nice time speech, and I pretended to be OK with the situation, but how could I not be disappointed. With him having been on a pretty heavy work travel schedule, and the kids in the way, we had not been intimate, well, in at least weeks. Too long without sex in the winter, taking the kids to my mom's, and fucking in front of our fireplace now and then, is a highlight of this housewife's life.

It does not seem to bother him as much, but he is not stuck at home, with an infant son, and a sometimes brat toddler. I don't trust him 100 percent on the road, I would not trust myself if it was me, or if I was left alone without the kids. It's our age, we are just short of 30, and I am horny most of the time, I have a nice collection of toys for when he is away, but did not pack even one, or I might have wrapped one in a towel to take to the hot tub for a solo later.

I told Rich I would do my best to sit around the courtyard till he feels better, and just read, so he could keep the lights down, TV off, etc, in hopes of him getting over it by morning.

I primped myself up, just a little, I brought some spring clothes to wear in the courtyard, the fake tropical paradise. But much better than sitting home alone I guess like I have been. I am a people person, and as soon as the baby gets to preschool age I am going to go back to the workforce.

I put on a spring dress since I was going to dine first, and it is more fitting for dining in a somewhat fancy restaurant. I was so disappointed, about not getting a romantic evening, I wanted to be a little daring, so I did not wear a bra. Sad thing is, I don't need one, B cup, firm, before I got pregnant I was wearing A's. I thought I would take advantage of what was only temporary and shrinking fast. My biggest worry was not having nipples showing, it was having one leak, I hoped I was done with that, but women's bodies are unpredictable.

I felt so alone when the host/waiter, maybe he was even the Chef too, that seated me. There were only two of us there, there was a businessman a table away, must have just been seated too, he was sipping a drink, and reading the menu. He wasted no time asking me if I would like to join him for dinner, I told him I was with my husband, and the scenario I was dealing with.

His name was Steve, and he said, "Well, I am married too, and I am not making a pass, I just hate being alone and thought maybe you do as well, just dinner and conversation."

I went for it, I did want to talk, it was a quiet ride there, and was going to be a quiet evening. Rich would not mind, he knows I am a busy body, and I have never done anything to make him not trust me, yet. So I accepted, and was drinking with Steve, and trying to get a conversation of mutual interest going. It was not easy, I did get to know a lot about selling gym equipment to schools though, 100 percent more than I wanted to know about his work.

I had, well we both had a few drinks, and during dinner, I told him about my boredom being home as my husband travels, and that I could not wait to get back working. For some reason that opened him up, it struck a nerve. Steve had a wife that cured her loneliness at home by fucking half the neighborhood men before word got back to him. He was almost crying, at the end. Telling me, apartment living as a change from traveling was not getting it for him. And he was going to have to decide on whether to believe her when she says she is sorry, or just assume she is only sorry she got caught. Saying, "How can you ever trust someone that sleeps with more than one neighbor when you are gone a few weekdays. Not to mention the fact that we would have to move, I can't live on that street if I go back to her."

I can't say I enjoyed hearing his unhappiness, but it made me feel not so much alone living with a traveler. He invited me to meet him in the courtyard, to have an after-dinner drink. I was planning on reading there anyway, so I thought it would eliminate some time alone. I needed to check on Rich first.

He was no better, it was clear he was not getting much rest. It is hard to go to sleep with a throbbing head. I reheated the gel pack, and ask if he wanted one of his pills. He has some that he gets somewhere, they are actual pain pills, but hard to get prescribed these days, so he gets them elsewhere. He uses them sparingly to get some rest when this happens. They knock him out, but he says what they cause is not restful sleep, but helps mask the pain, and makes him more comfortable.

I went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror to check my makeup. I confess, I thought Steve was cute, and a nice guy, I wanted to at least flirt with him a little, the thought of it gave me a bit of a tingle. I relieved myself before leaving the bathroom. I got a daring thought as I wiped myself after taking a pee. I was so sensitive down there, I had suffered through a bikini wax for our little getaway. I decided to just let my panties drop the rest of the way to the floor, stepped out of them. Now I had on nothing at all under the sundress. I liked the idea of being pantie, and braless, in the presence of strangers, well only one so far, and he might just get a look up my dress if I get the opportunity and the courage.

I found Steve at a table close to the hot tub in the courtyard, as it was more private using the tropical plants, and he suggested a Mai Tai, saying it would make me think I was in the tropics. I loved it and made the mistake of letting him get me another, there was no courtyard service, only room service off-season. We found out in the past that it's sometimes delivered by a guy in a nice sports jacket, but in jeans, as he is also the handyman.

We had a great conversation, about marriage, children, and the pluses and minuses of that life. We pretty much agreed that loneliness was worse. I let him buy me another drink, and I was more than just feeling my Mai Tai's after that, and was mourning the loss of Rich and I's daring time in the hot tub as an option. I didn't want to bother Rich digging for my bikini, so I could go in. I am not sure if I wanted to wear it in front of a cute stranger anyway, I still have a small post-baby belly.

Well not to drag the story out, but after I had the third drink, there is always one that starts to affect your judgment. He had his 4th martini, and we discussed the possibility of the tub. I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. I had my problems with it, and he was not sure if he had a suit packed. I felt so daring, from the booze, and nothing on but the loose dress. I ask him if he had on boxers, and it was a yes, so I told him he has trunks then, and we have never had anyone join, or bother us during an off-season weekday.

Once you get the jets going, you can't see anything below water, and I am not afraid of being topless and was not worried about getting these little puppies under the waterline too. The drinks made being daring, sound like a lot of fun, so I agreed to go for it.

He went to fetch towels, giving me a chance to get in the tub before he got back, I did not share the fact that I had no panties, I did not want him to think I was a hotel bar slut. I shed my dress by the tub and put it over a chair, so I would be underwater before he got back. I felt so naughty and turned on, when he came back with towels, and got ready to shed his pants and shirt. He asked me if I wanted a fresh drink, but I passed, I was fucked up already, the hot water would amplify the alcohol effect anyway.

We really could not talk once he got in, he was in his boxers, it was too loud unless you were next, and I mean right next to each other. I sat there thinking I would not mind him being a little closer, I could see most of his chest, and he was fit. Fit and handsome, in boxers, in a tub with a naked woman. I hoped he considered me to be a MILF, so I let my breasts breach the surface a little, but not past my nipples, to give him a little preview.

It turned me on thinking what it would be like to be naughty, and show all my nakedness to a stranger, I even thought about how hot it would be to jerk him off, would that be that bad of a cheat? I was glad we were far enough away, so I could give myself some pleasure, and I did use my fingers for my pleasure as I looked at him. I switched hands often, maybe too often, I think he knew what was happening below tub water level.

He soon had one hand down below too, and we did not care, or at least I didn't. Masturbating in a hot tub out of sight was now an OK thing to do in my mind, not in any way cheating. Soon he shimmied out of his boxers under the water, making no effort to hide this from me. I figured it was his way of seeing if I wanted to escalate things, as he threw them to the side. He had no reason to think I was already naked and had no panties to shed to show him I was in. I wanted to at least see a strange cock, and not some strippers, like when I have gone out with my girlfriends, but that never gave me the same feelings that I was enjoying with this stranger.

I had always been a faithful wife, a good mother, and daughter of my parents, but I was not happy being that person, even though I loved my husband. I think all young married couples get the same feelings, some act on them. It did not get me any rewards being the faithful wife, we just got by financially, and live in an older house updated several times, and in need of one now. In short being a good girl has not been as fun as I thought it should be, I missed the fun I had in my teens, letting my hair down.

I was ready to do something a little more daring. I stood up in the tub, showing my breasts, and hard nipples that could erupt milk at any time, I am not ashamed of them. They made Steve stop what he was doing, and get what must have been his surprised look on his face, even though he made the first move when he removed his boxers.

I carefully moved over to his side, the water was up over my little belly, but just barely. I sat so near to him, our naked thighs were touching, I wondered if he could tell I was bottomless, he had to at least think I was in a thong. I was not fooling around anymore, and I wasted no time seeking what he was playing with. First I encountered the hand he was trying to cover it with, moved it away to find out he was shockingly big compared to my husband. I have had bigger cocks than my husband when I was dating, but I did not marry him for his cock, I love him. But it was nice to find one like some of the bigger ones that I had enjoyed in my teens, and most of them did not yet know how to use them yet.

I had a feeling go through me that I had not experienced since my teens. It was a little more intense, but that was because it was so wrong, I mean wrong. I had to try to put that part out of my mind. I was soon committed though and was enjoying the feeling I got from jerking a cute stranger's cock. I had to have something in return and stopped long enough to pick up his hand and guide it to my pussy, making sure he knew I was naked too. We were in the most secluded part of the tub, but I didn't care anyway at that point, we could have been out in the open in the empty courtyard, I was committed and inebriated, and consequences were pushed to the back of my thoughts. The promise of the pleasure and excitement of cheating was new and intense. I had a strange cock, a big one, and on a nice man in my hand, and his fingers were in me, I was in the moment then.

At first, he leaned his head back, and looked up in the air, as we pleased each other. His next move was to lean my way and kiss me, just a quick one. I wanted more and let go of his cock to free up my hand to grab him around his neck and pull him in for some tongue wrestling. He had blue eyes, I am a sucker for them, especially on a handsome blond, with a surfer's build. I never had me a surfer when I was single, maybe a fake one on spring break, but they were midwestern posers. I was experiencing pleasure and was going to be until I was pleased, or the alcohol wore off, and my conscience took back over.

I was back to jerking his cock, as he worked what felt like three fingers in me, and I was in heaven at that point. He did not deliberately touch my clit, but brushed against it a few times and that was all it took to get me off. I wanted fucked, and if I had to make it happen I was going to. I had already had cheated, it was not going to make me feel any guiltier, just give me more pleasure to weigh against the guilt I figured.

I got up to his ear and told him, if he got up on the side of the tub, I would make it worth his while. He did not waste time, he was up, with his ass on a towel, and he was nestled in foliage, his big cock was right there in front of me, and I took one quick look around before I continued playing with it. It felt so strange but good, having a strange cock in front of my face. There was that stripper at my bachelorette party, I licked whipped cream off his big cock. My life is different now, and I did not feel like a mommy with his strange cock in my control. I felt like a desired woman again, as I looked up into his blue eyes and that was a mistake, I promised to make it worth his while, and giving him a handy seemed so juvenile at my age. So I played with his knob with my tongue, as I did with the stripper. The next thing I knew, I had it in my mouth, I felt so young and alive, not at all like a mommy right then.

I love sucking cock, I forgot how much fun it was to have a new one. Looking up, seeing the expressions on his face. He made me want to step things up, and I proved to him, and myself that I could still swallow a big cock, not all of it, and did not give him my best blowjob, as they usually end up with me having a mouth full of spunk, I would not mind that, but I gave up on not going too far and wanted fucked.

We both seemed to sense it was time for a change-up at the same time, and I did not want oral, it was not a strange tongue that was on my mind. I moved over to the side, and I leaned over for him and waited for his cock to enter me. I did not expect to feel a lot different from when my husband entered me. But I forgot its size until he started to breach my entrance with it, his knob felt huge against it. It felt good after it broke through, and his cock quickly filled my vagina. I never thought about doing this with a stranger, with any seriousness, but I was doing it, and it was awesome, I was getting fucked by someone new.

I had fucked my husband in the same spot in the tub, but this was different, the cheat factor made it more daring. It was just a fuck just for the pleasure of it, and that was the best part, I likely would never see him again.

I can't say I did not enjoy getting up-sized and was doing everything I could to keep it down noise-wise. I probably did not have to worry the tub was so loud, and there was no one there to hear it. I rarely cum during regular sex if I don't work my clit, but the size of Steve, and or the naughtiness of it all seemed to help, I had to lay my head down on my crossed arms a minute to get through the best "O" I have had in a long time. It was like one it usually takes oral sex for me to achieve. Steve was not long behind me, having a pussy full of a large and hard cock, and then add cum to it was pretty rare even in my slut days.

We were so into our sex that we did not hear or see another couple inter the tub and sit on the other side. We turned to sit and were shocked I was terrified, seeing that a couple had taken a seat, and were leaning back. I was a bit shocked as I had no idea how long they were there, but they at least knew they interrupted something, my titties were still showing. I tried to get them back under the water, but it was too late. They did not up the timer when they got in and the jets stopped about then.

Timing can mean everything, and as the water cleared, so did their view of our naked bodies, and a couple of cum ropes that were still floating became visible and were floating their way. The wife or girlfriend just picked one up in her fingers and smiled, as she let it drop by the filter intake. We were busted, but it was exciting. I was no longer terrified, they would have run away if they were puritans. They introduced themselves to us as Lori, and Cyrus, the first Cyrus I ever met, he said to call him Cy.