Jacuzzi for All
Since Rick and Amanda had moved in a couple of years ago, they had become firm friends with their neighbours Andrew and Maddie, particularly with Andrew, with whom they shared a common interest in good wine and flirty conversation. They were in their mid-40s, and had no children, while the older couple's children had grown up, married and moved away.
Both couples were comfortably well off, and the younger couple owned thriving businesses which earned them more money than they knew how to spend. They were having a ball, with many friends, parties and travel. Amanda was blonde, curvy and fit, maintaining a strict training regime which she enjoyed immensely, as did Rick.
Early one evening they sat around their pool with Andrew, enjoying their second bottle of red as the sun set. Rick said, "We're thinking of installing a spa."
Andrew was immediately on alert, "Sounds great, I've had a bit of experience with spas over time. How many people do you want to fit in?"
Amanda thought a bit, "Well if you've had a bit, what do you reckon? About 10 sounds like a good number. We have room for it over there," she said, pointing to a secluded corner with a view of the beach.
"Sounds good to me too. You can have smaller parties with just a couple of friends, or invite a few more and make it an event. We'd hope for an invite of course."
Amanda leaned forward, her cleavage expanding "No worries. Tell me about your jacuzzi time."
"It's a long story, and a bit risqué. Are you sure you're ready for it?"
"Hell, yeah. The risqué-er the better."
"OK, well, before I met Maddie I went out with Debbie for a couple of years. She was very pretty, tall and slim..."
"I hate her already," said Amanda.
"No, you'd have loved her. Actually, rather than go through it all, I'll send you a link to a story I wrote a few years ago that'll give the whole background."
With that, the conversation moved on to other things, punctuated by the demands for affection of the couple's huge Rhodesian Ridgeback. After a while Maddie came out onto their next door deck, which overlooked Rick & Amanda's pool, to signal that dinner was ready, and Andrew took leave.
In bed later that evening, using her iPad, Amanda followed the link Andrew had sent, which read:
Andrew and Deb had been together for a year or so, and were 21 and 19, respectively. She was a country girl, raised a good Catholic, and sexually inexperienced when she first came to Sydney. Her mother had wisely suggested she go on The Pill, ostensibly to counter acne, of which there was zero evidence. Deb was tall and slim, with faint freckles on her face, her dark blonde hair cut in a pixie bob.
Andrew was tall and fit, proficient in a wide range of sports, and doing well in his career. Like Deb, he had limited experience of sex, however they were enjoying an extremely active sex life now, spending whole weekends in bed naked and bringing each other to multiple orgasms. Deb threw herself enthusiastically into her enjoyment, and made a lot of noise, which caused minor problems in some settings.
While in evening college, Andrew had made friends with Gary & Marie. Like Deb, they were country kids. They had been childhood sweethearts in Lismore, where they married at 18 and then moved to Sydney for work. They were a few years older, had well-paid jobs and rented in Sydney's Eastern Suburbs. Although both from fairly large families, they had no intention to have kids for a while, and were enjoying their life enormously. The four of them had enjoyed restaurant dinners a couple of times, and the company was relaxed and easy.
One Tuesday afternoon at work, Gary phoned Andrew to ask if he and Deb could give Gary and Marie a hand at moving house on the weekend. They'd found a place in Bronte, on the northern side of MacPherson St, a semi-detached cottage with views to die for. After checking with Deb, Andrew said they'd be only too happy to oblige, and by that Sunday, after a bit of huffing and puffing over heavy items, they were satisfied with their work. Only then did they relax enough to take in the amazing view over Bronte Beach from the back deck.
Andrew bubbled, "Man, how did you find this place? The view is amazing. You can see all the way up the coast. And the way those trees have been trimmed to almost form a tunnel that focusses the view, that's brilliant."
Marie laughed, "It was a big selling point. And the trees give us some pretty solid privacy, which might come in handy when we use THIS.." and as she spoke she lifted the cover of a huge Jacuzzi which had been lurking un-noticed at the deck level. "There wasn't room for a pool, but this seems like the next best thing. It needs a bit of a clean and flush, but we'll have it working pretty soon and ready for summer."
Deb crouched down to look inside, "This is big, I reckon there's room for 8, maybe 10. You two will never fill it. I hope you're planning to include visitors."
Marie crouched next to her, "Of course Deb. Wait for the invite."
Andrew had explored the deck a little further and was looking at a "Pool Rules" sign on the ivy-covered fence, "Wait a minute, what does this mean? Rule Number 1 here is 'No Textiles'."
Gary joined him at the sign, "Yeah, I noticed that at the inspection and asked the estate agent about it. He said he thought it had something to do with cotton or other fibres blocking the filter, but he was smiling as he said it, and there was a bit of 'Wink, wink, nudge, nudge' about it. I'm not sure if it's really a technical requirement, or just a way of getting everyone naked. Either way, the policy will be strictly enforced."
On the short drive home, Deb said, "I wonder what Gary meant by 'strictly enforced? Leaving the question hanging, they both retreated to their own thoughts, leading Andrew to nearly hit a cat which had wandered onto the road.
A couple of months later, Marie rang to invite them all to a dinner party, just the four of them, to warm the new house, as she had finally arranged it to her liking.
The dinner was excellent, as Marie was a great cook as well as being stunningly attractive, highly intelligent and very capable in her work. Afterwards they relaxed on the deck, looking out towards the ocean and enjoying a glass of single malt Scotch for Gary and Andrew, and a Tia Maria for Deb and Marie.
Inevitably the elephant in the room, or rather the Jacuzzi in the deck, came up as a topic of conversation. Andrew led, "So, tell me about the spa. Have you guys used it much? It's hard to tell with the cover on."
Gary smiled at him, "Yes, the pump needed a service, it took a while for me to be happy with it, and it's been flushed through a couple of times now, so yes, it's seen some action. Marie and I have been in a couple of times, and I have to admit, with the stars, and the view, and the absolute privacy here, it's almost magical."
Marie chimed in, "What my wonderful husband wife is saying, in different words, is that we've had the most amazing sex since we started enjoying the spa. It's opened up something special for us."
Deb was gob-smacked, "I've got to hear more of this. What do you mean? Please tell."
Marie touched Deb's arm lightly, "Much better for you to just experience it for yourself. Gary, could you take the cover off please? I'll fire it up. The water temperature should be comfortable."
Deb's voice held a slight note of alarm, "But what about the No Textile rule?
"No exemptions. But don't worry. People seem to get over their shyness and inhibitions in minutes." Marie was wearing a bright yellow sundress, with a halter top which buttoned behind her neck. She moved quickly to undo the buttons, and soon held the ends of the halter top in each hand.
Deb and Andrew checked in with a look, until Deb smiled and started to undo the bow behind her neck on her own sundress, a light blue number with a pattern of flowers. They turned to look at the now bubbling spa, and then became aware that two naked people were standing either side of them. Marie spoke first, "Well, we're ready. What about you two? Gary and I would like to help you get comfortable."
Marie was quite petite, about 5 foot 3, with a spectacular pair of breasts, and prominent nipples. She had a healthy bush which was consistent with her Nordic blonde hair. Adam started unbuttoning his shirt, while Marie dealt with his lower half, lingering over the lowering of his underpants.
"I'm pleased to see the collar matches the cuffs," said Andrew as Marie stood toe to toe with him, both unsure about making the next move. Finally, he said, "You know that Steve Miller Band song with the line about peaches, and trees?"
Marie nodded. "And?"
"Well, I think I get it now."
On the other side of the pool, Deb's blue sundress had hit the floor quickly under Gary's expert guidance, and her panties quickly followed. They also stood close together, admiring each other without touching. Deb was tall and slim, with smallish boobs that sat up firm and high. Gary gave a low whistle as he admired her.
In the pool, they sat in the same order, Andrew, then Marie, then Deb, then Gary, looking out at the ocean view, and toasting their good fortune. The view over Bronte Beach towards Tamarama and Bondi to the north was breathtaking, and as they picked out landmarks and sipped their drinks, Marie's prophecy about the level of relaxation and inhibition became pleasantly true.
"That view is to die for." Said Andrew, definitely mellowing but suddenly acutely aware of the gorgeous naked blonde sitting very close to him. "Now, what did you mean about this opening up something special for you?"