My wife Tracy often invites coworkers from out-of-town branches of her company to stay at our house when they're in the city, in order to save company expenses. Last Thursday we were expecting an executive named Carl, who was coming to town for a conference, to arrive around noon, but that morning he phoned Tracy to say that he wouldn't be in until late evening, as he had a dinner appointment with a CEO. Carl is in his late twenties or early thirties, and recently divorced. I'm sure that women find him attractive, as he is tall and solidly built.
That evening, I suggested a relaxing hour or so in our Jacuzzi before dinner. Tracy always wears a two-piece swimsuit in the tub, even though none of the neighbors can really see her, the patio being surrounded by trees and shrubs. I usually just wrap a towel around me and drop it, as I enter the tub, not really caring if anyone is watching. With that layout, a voyeur would need to work so hard to see anything that I figure he'd deserve some kind of a view.
I love the Jacuzzi, especially the feeling of the water jets. My body gets a full massage, including my dick and balls. Often I think of the jets as a tongue running over my shaft, and I close my eyes and imagine I am in Tracy's mouthβ though actually she does love giving blowjobs all most as much as getting fucked. I always get hard with that wonderful vision in my mind, and if she's not in the spa with me I often let the jets bring me to an intense orgasm.
After a while Tracy will relax to the point where she'll let me run my hands over her body. The combination of the warm jets and my probing fingers gets her juices flowing freely. On almost all occasions she will let me pull off her suit and mount her. There's no better feeling in the world than having sex in the outdoors.
On this particular afternoon, with the house empty and Tracy having imbibed several glasses of wine, she allowed me to pull her swimsuit down to uncover her monster breasts. I kissed her mouth while stroking them and tweaking her nipples. To my delight, I felt her hand drop to my lap to grab my stiffening cock.
After a few minutes she stood up so that I could watch her pull her swimsuit completely off. As she stepped out of it, I tossed it up onto the wooden deck behind me. My fingers probed her pussy, which was flowing with her juices, and she pushed down on my hand to increase the depth of my finger-fuck. Tracy may be more inhibited than I am, but her body was built for sexβlarge breasts, shapely hips, killer legs and a perfect butt. With her always-trimmed bush, her pussy is delicious. I could come just from licking and kissing between her legs.
I was about to move her to my lap so that I could slide my dick into her, when she gasped. My back was to the sliding glass door at the rear of the house, but she was facing it. I turned around to see Carl coming through the door. I could see Tracy beginning to panic, because her swimsuit was out of reach.
"Hey. guys!" Carl called out. "Enjoying the tub? My dinner was can-celled, so Iβ"
He stopped short, his expression changing as he walked to the edge of the tub and saw that we were both naked. The water was clear enough so that I knew he could see at least to the depth of Tracy's bush. He was getting an eyeful, and the look on his face told me that he liked what he saw,
It was to late to worry about it now; it didn't really bother me anyway. Looking at Tracy, I saw that after her initial startled reaction she too was taking it in stride, though she tried half heartedly to cover herself with her hands. Actually I found the situation kind of exciting. "Why don't you join us'!'" I said to Carl. "Take your clothes off and hop in, I'll go get us some more wine."
Carl hesitated only a moment before starting to undress. By now, my dick was limp, and I got out of the tub to go into the kitchen for the wine. Tracy glanced between my legs and seemed relieved to see me deflated. Her eyes shifted to Carl, who by now was pulling down his jeans and under shorts. His back was to her, but I saw that she was discreetly watching. As I entered the kitchen I looked out through the window so I could watch Tracy's reaction to her naked colleague. He turned around to reveal an enormous, thick cock and massive balls. Embarrassed or not. Tracy lost all discretion and openly stared. I've got an above average-size cock, but Carl was built like a porn star!
When I returned with the wine, Carl was in the tub and the two of them were making small talk. I poured Tracy another glass and handed one to Carl. Tracy usually stops at two glasses, but she was now on her fourth. I refilled mine, then slipped back into the spa, wondering if Tracy was making comparisons between the sizes of our dicks,
"Ah, this is nice,' Carl signed, sipping his wine.
"Yes. I love the Jacuzzi,' I said. "It's very relaxing."
Tracy laughed. "You just love being nude with the jets!" she said.
Carl looked puzzled at that, so I explained. "Sit here and lie back a little," I told him. "Let the jets hit you between the legs."
He followed my instructions, somewhat to my surprise, and evidently to Tracy's enjoyment. It gave her an excuse to stare as he adjusted his hips to get the right angle. His massive dick every few seconds, would break the surface of the water, giving her an unimpaired view. He was quickly getting hard as the water rushed around his balls and pressed against his shaft. Unbelievably, he grew even larger! The expression I saw on my wife's face was priceless.
"Damn, that feels so good!" Carl sighed. "I know I shouldn't admit this, but I haven't had sex since June left me six months ago. I've almost forgotten what it feels like."
I sympathized with him. "Geez, you poor guy. Six months!" Tracy's eyes were fixed steadily on the big, rock-hard dick a few feet away from her. I had always known her to not like mixing business with pleasure, thus never doing anything kinky or the least bit outrageous, with people from work. However, there was a kind of lust in her eyes that I'd never seen before, and I was pretty sure she was imagining the joy of riding that massive rod.
Wondering if she would be bold enough to relieve his tension with a hand job. I moved over next to her, gave her a kiss and said, "Hey, maybe you could help the poor guy out. Would you give him a helping hand?"