OMG I am so dying to tell *someone* the story of what happened this past weekend that has totally changed my life. This is a definite first for me. I poked around on the internet, looking for some anonymous outlet for my emotions, and Literotica was easy to find. I'm writing this right after the experience. The feelings are still utterly consuming, and I want to get it down exactly as it happened -- all my feelings, everything that happened, everybody's words. "Loving Wives" is clearly the right group, and it is unimaginable, embarrassing, liberating and utterly thrilling to accept (if not brag) that I am a loving wife.
Bruce and I (Heather ... nice to meet you) have been married 5 years. Two kids. Totally loving, stable, prosperous, joyful MONOGAMOUS marriage. Actually, our only sexual partners, ever. We got started early, and we are both 23.
A couple times a year we take off for a long weekend to this rustic little sort of "resort" we discovered in the mountains. Half a dozen little cabins, a hot spring and several trail heads (yep, we love hiking.)
So last weekend we parked the kids with grandma and headed off to our secret getaway. There's no office -- you pick up keys and stuff at the general store in a town a few miles down the road. 5 pegs and 5 (then 4!) keys. Bruce squeezed my hand, and my face hurt from my grin as the realization swept over us -- We had the place to ourselves!
It was early, so we just hiked up the quarter mile from the little parking area, plunked down our stuff, shoved a few things into day packs, and hit the trail. GOD the mountains were beautiful. Physically spent, but full of life, when we got back we cooked a simple meal on the outside grill, cleaned up, and then to our favorite moment -- the hot spring!
The "resort" had gone a bit elitist over the years. Long ago a simple cement enclosure had been created to catch the perfect 105' water, but more recently a small underwater light and a couple of fun bubble-jets to swirl the water around, had been added. The pool was tiny, benches molded into the cement facing each other. Barely room for two to sit side by side, and your knees will almost touch people sitting opposite.
There are not words for how good it felt to slip my tired little body into the luscious, welcoming warmth. Bruce flipped on the switch for the pump, which runs for a while, then cycles on and off every so often. With the jets going, the surface was a solid mass of swirly bubbles, and you couldn't see a thing underneath.
We sat on opposite sides. Bruce leaned over to kiss me, stroking his thumbs against the sides of my (enclosed) 32A breasts, and said "Let's!" Once before when we had the place to ourselves we had shamelessly skinny-dipped in the pool, and we both loved the sheer freedom of it. So, 12 seconds later I'm squeezing the water out of my maximally conservative 2-piece, and his shorts, piling them carefully (I'm very organized) in a little stack in the shadows beside our towels. We sit and talk, loving this rare moment of just US. We cover the spectrum -- kids, families, jobs, projects, church, plans, friends. We kiss and touch a little, and my body is responding. But we hold back, not wanting to start something we can't finish till we get back to the cabin. There's no rush. It's still early. We are on vacation. We can sleep in as long as we like. Occasionally we sit up on the edge to cool off a bit, then plunge back in. The jets cycle on and off a couple of times.
The jets had just come on, and I had just dunked in after a cool-off, and only my head was above water. Bruce was resting up on his elbows facing me, half his chest out of the water. There was a short trail from the cabins down to the pool, shielded by big bushes, so from the pool you couldn't even see the trail, let alone the cabins. And the rushing jets masked any small sounds. I was facing the break in the bushes where the trail came through, and Bruce had his back to it.
At his point in the story I bet you know what happened next! Yep. I see a movement, look up, and there is a MAN, in swim shorts, a few feet from the pool, walking right up to us!!!
I realize in a flash, he can't see that we are naked, and he will never notice the tiny pile of swim gear in the shadows... EEEEEK!!
"Bruce" I whisper, then a moment later, Bruce whips around and ....
STRANGER: Oh, Hi you two! Sorry to intrude, but I hope it's OK to join you. It's such a long drive, and every time I come here, I can't stop thinking about THIS moment. I'm Derek.
And with that he just plunks straight in, seating himself beside Bruce and smiling broadly, extending his hand to Bruce.
BRUCE: Hi Derek. Bruce. Glad to have you join us. This is my wife, Heather.
I'm thinking Jeepers Bruce, DO something. But of course realizing there is nothing to be done. Somehow we will just have to work with this. I know it might be different with other couples, but Bruce and I have never even mentioned the possibility of another man "seeing" me. We are unrestrained with each other, but totally proper and conservative in our church-centered community. No other man has ever seen me "exposed". My brain is totally bouncing around in my skull, flashing a neon sign to the gods, pleading KEEP THE JETS RUNNING!
ME: Hi Derek, nice to meet you.
As I slip a hand out of the water, and feel it gently but intentionally enclosed in his. YIKES! another man is holding my hand and I am NAKED!! But then, somehow, Derek's casual, confident, open and friendly persona reassures me. He looks to be in his middle 40s. (OK -- twice my age!) Mature, experienced, a natural leader, completely at ease. Bruce and I might be freaking out, but I just know that Derek will take our "naturalness" in stride. It's not unheard of for some people to enjoy the freedom of nakedness, after all. But why do my nipples THROB as I feel Derek's fingers sliding across my palm as our hands release and he stares right through my eyes, and straight into my female center?
The three of us chat on quite normally, skating the surface of kids, family, homes jobs, pastimes, and of course our love for these cabins and this pool.
The jets turn off.
DEREK: OMG you two! I had no idea! But of course, surrounded here by nature's perfection, with the planet showing off HER breathtaking beauty, it's almost a desecration to hide our OWN beauty!
And with that he reaches down, slips off his shorts, and tosses them behind him. The water is 100% transparent.
Omg, omg, omg, omg, COCK! I know I shouldn't even notice, and if I must, the right word is, of course, "penis". But no, my whole life force is convulsing inside me, screaming COCK. Only the second one I have ever seen. Please, tear my eyes away! But in that brief, riveting stare, impossible not to compare. Not especially longer than Bruce's, flaccid, but seems thicker. Like Bruce, a strong, physical body, muscular, defined, built from work and effort and activity -- not the gym -- I can always tell. Maybe an inch or 2 over Bruce's 6-1.
A zillion conflicting messages attack my consciousness, and my rational neo-cortex fights it out with my dark, primitive, reptilian underbrain. I look at Bruce -- obviously going through the same. Derek's total ease with how simply natural for 3 people to be sharing a tub, naked and unashamed, reassuring us both with his casual ease that this is the furthest thing from any kind of "weird" or "creepy".
