She Feels a Little Guilty Sometimes

Author note:

My wife and I were at her best friend Sherry's sixtieth birthday party, and the wine and spirits had been flowing freely when the subject of Sherry's new hot tub came up. She had gotten it a few weeks earlier, and as the conversation digressed, she mentioned, with a sly smile, that there was one particular jet 'she really liked!' I couldn't resist the low hanging fruit and was teasing her about having an affair with her hot tub when I offhandedly remarked that it would make for a fun short story. We all had a good laugh at the notion, but I don't think anyone thought I was serious, including myself. Well, the idea tickled me, and just seemed to stick, so I wrote this story. I had Sherry read and okay it before publishing it. Surprisingly, her only comment was, "I wish my hot tub really did all that stuff!" The story is a blend of truth and fiction, and names were changed to protect the guilty!

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Sherry is an outgoing fun-loving person with an infectious smile that always seems to have a hint of mischief in it. She was even pretty wild

back in the day.

These days, she is happily married to her third husband, of fifteen plus years, and they love spending as much time as they can with her grandchildren. But since her car accident several years ago, she has lived with the daily grind of unexplainable pain. A sharp, burning, radiating pain that pulses through her hips and legs.

Sherry has been to specialists and esteemed college medical institutes looking for answers. But none of them have given her a definitive diagnosis. At first, she abated the pain with wine, but over time it helped less, and her family doctor referred her to a pain clinic. The patches took the edge off her pain, but they made her tired, and she was becoming more and more depressed, and her husband very concerned.

Every specialist and clinician Sherry had seen over the years suggested she get a hot tub to help relieve her pain. She had resisted the idea because her husband, who is ten years her senior, has health issues that would not allow him to sit in the 102-3 degree water with her. Eventually, he convinced her it didn't matter if he couldn't get in with her. The hot tub would be for therapeutic purposes, not simply for pleasure, and if it would help relieve her pain, he was all for it.

With due diligence, they picked out a hot tub with all the bells and whistles and had a concrete pad poured by their back deck. On the day it was delivered, Sherry and her husband sat in the shade of their deck awning and watched the young man, who had introduced himself as Tommy, and his two helpers set the tub in place. As the three young men went about hooking it up, she couldn't help but notice the way Tommy was grinning at her whenever they made eye contact. He was the good-looking bad-boy type, she would have run with

back in the day,

and Sherry had to admit she was enjoying the attention!

She hadn't thought about those days in quite a while. She had passed through menopause, and between her health problems and her husband's diabetic complications, their passion had faded. She loves her husband dearly, and he had always been more than willing to pleasure her in the ways he could. But, because she could not fully reciprocate, Sherry felt it wasn't fair and had decided there was so much more to their lives, it just wasn't that important.

Her husband was well aware of her new admirer and patted her knee with a sideways grin, climbed out of his chair, and said he was going in to watch some TV. Sherry knew that was "code" for catching an afternoon nap and rolled her eyes at his statement. Then in response to his sideways grin, coyly waggled her eyebrows with a catty little smile and said she had better stay and keep an eye on the young men. Her husband rolled his eyes with a smirk, and let out a little chuckle as he went into the house.

She watched with excited anticipation as the young men filled the tub and checked the systems. When they finished, the two helpers tidied up and were putting away their tools when the handsome bad-boy beckoned for her, with a devilish gleam in his eyes. Earlier, when Tommy introduced himself, he had promised her a full demonstration. Sherry knew the young man's type and figured, at the very least, this would be amusing.

She climbed out of her chair, and as she headed his way, Tommy gave her an exaggerated, hand-waving, game show presentation of her

brand-new deluxe hot tub!

Sherry couldn't help but smile at his display as he greeted her with a big grin and began his demonstration. First, he showed her how the new swingarm design, lightweight top, could easily be opened and closed with one hand.

Next, he brought her attention to the ergonomically placed control console, and invitingly held out his hand; Sherry offered her hand without hesitation. Tommy gently took her hand, extended her index finger, and began to

suggestively

run it over and around the mood lighting button as he explained with a gentle, whimsical, sexy voice, how the multiple light patterns of the primary color LED arrays would

definitely

enhance her therapeutic experience

after dark.

Then Tommy began to

suggestively

run her finger over and around the bubble-jet massage button as he explained how this exclusive feature would

spew

bubbling jets of warm water through hundreds of small holes, along the length and width of the body-contoured lounge seat,

titillating

her with the sensation of a thousand little fingers massaging her entire body.

Sherry was

indeed

amused and impressed with the young man's extensive and intimate knowledge. She was also feeling something she hadn't felt in some time,

deep in her loins,

as Tommy gently moved her finger to the deep massage feature.

He slowly circled the button as he explained how the

large, penetrating

deep massage jets would relax her tired, sore muscles from her shoulders to her feet. Then, with a lower sexier tone, suggested that she might find some of the jets more

stimulating

than relaxing, and without warning, pushed the button with her finger. She gasped loudly as the powerful surge sent a shudder through her body. Sherry took a moment to collect herself, then pushed the button to turn off the jets, and sheepishly smiled up at Tommy. He had a devilish sparkle in his eyes as he gave her an eyebrow waggling grin that said

I know you're a tigress, and you're not dead yet!

Tommy continued his presentation and explained every detail of how to care for her new hot tub. He adoringly caressed her hand as he sadly informed her that the water would not be up to temperature until the next afternoon. Then he assured her that if she had a problem or needed anything, he would personally take care of it and asked if she had any questions. Sherry had a question

all right,

but knew she would be keeping it to herself as she thanked Tommy for his wonderful presentation. Then, with a devilish sparkle in her eyes, said she would

definitely

let him know if she needed

anything.

Indeed,

she was not dead yet!

Tommy and his helpers waved from the truck as they pulled out, and Sherry waved back, then found herself feeling a bit flustered as she watched them drive away. She slowly ran her hand over the sun-warmed vinyl cover and wrote the feeling off to being anxious and excited to try out her new hot tub the moment the water was at that 102-3 degrees of heavenly warmth. Now, sure it was the one thing in this world that would give her relief from the relentless pain.

Then she turned to see her husband smiling at her from the sliding glass doors and headed back to the house. Sherry explained, with a pout, that the water wouldn't be ready until the next afternoon, and told him that Tommy was very knowledgeable and had thoroughly explained everything. Her husband gave her a knowing smile and told her he was well aware of how

thorough

the handsome young man had been! Sherry blushed, with a guilty little grin, and her husband thought it was nice to see her smiling with a rosy glow on her face.

The next afternoon, she returned from running errands and grocery shopping, anxious to get in her new tub. She hurriedly put away the perishables, took a quick shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and went to check the hot tub. She opened the cover, with little effort, the way Tommy had shown her, and felt a giddy chill when she saw the [102.6 F] on the display. She climbed the steps, stood at the edge and dipped a toe, then looked up to see her husband smiling at her from the sliding glass doors. Sherry smiled back as she let her towel unwind, hung it on the handrail, and watched her husband's smile widen to a grin with his approval of her birthday suit.

She stepped into the tub, stood on the first knee-deep step, and could feel her pain and tension ease as the warmth soak into her aching calves. Then she stepped to the bottom and turned to see her husband's warm, loving smile. Sherry could tell he was truly happy to see the relief on her face as the warmth soaked into her thighs, and her pain faded.

Sherry couldn't believe how wonderful the warm water felt as she sank back into the master lounge seat. She found the soft hum of the low-speed circulation motor and the gentle currents swirling around her very relaxing, as her hand

instinctively

moved to the control panel. But she was in no hurry to try any of the more powerful features as she

mindlessly

caressed the buttons, the same way Tommy had. Suddenly, she pulled her hand away and nervously glanced toward the sliding glass doors, hoping her husband hadn't made any inferences about her gesture.

She was relieved to see he had retired back into the house as she tentatively put her hand back on the control panel, took a deep breath, and pushed the bubble-jet massage button. A rush of air seemed to levitate her off the seat as the amazing sensation of a thousand little fingers danced across her skin. The racing, swirling bubbles lightly tickled her neck at the waterline as she

unconsciously

began caressing the buttons

again.

Her pain now a distant afterthought, she allowed herself to relax and closed her eyes, only to see Tommy's dreamy eyes full of heat!

Sherry felt as if she was floating out of her body as the massaging little fingers worked her over. Then she moaned, and her eyes popped open as she realized she was caressing the buttons with one hand and a nipple with the other. She pushed the button to stop the bubble-jet massage and quickly moved her hands to her sides as she tried to quell the guilty feeling that had washed over her. After all, her wonderful loving husband had bought her this hot tub for therapeutic purposes. She concentrated on the soft hum of the circulation motor and tried to relax in the gentle currents. But, before long, her hand had made its way back to the control panel, and she was caressing the deep massage jets button as the

suggestive

way Tommy had talked about them filled her thoughts.

Sherry tried to push Tommy out of her thoughts as her finger swirled and crisscrossed the button. Then, without warning, the powerful deep massage jets came to life! She quickly understood why he had been so seductive with his description as they blissfully swirled across her shoulders and back, and deeply penetrated the muscles of her hips, thighs, calves and feet. But it was the jet shooting up between her thighs that had taken over her consciousness as her labia lightly fluttered in the eddies at the outer edge of its powerful flow.

She opened the air valve to enhance the strong jets with bubbles, and the new sensation was amazing. Sherry told herself this was wrong as she scooted ever so slightly closer to the powerful jet, and for the first time in years, felt no pain as the warm bubbly water rippled and tickled her labia. Despite the water being 102.6 F, she shivered with anticipation and scooted a little further. The bubbles danced across her labia and clit, like an endless procession of excited frantic fingers as she bit her lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape.

She scooted a little more, and the powerful flow spread her open as the frantic bubbles lapped at her labia and fluttered her hood atop her fully engorged clit. Sherry reeled as the warm bubbling jet danced across her canal and her thighs began to quiver. Suddenly, the powerful jets stopped and she trembled on the edge of her orgasm as her finger shook over the deep massage button!

She pushed back in the seat and let the soothing hum of the circulation motor slowly bring her down as she reconciled with herself. By the time the last twinges of her near orgasm passed, Sherry had decided with firm conviction; she would only use the tub for therapeutic pain relief. Yet, her finger had begun to

unconsciously

caress the deep massage button

again.

Suddenly, the powerful jets came rushing back to life, and her hips shot forward as her trivia-laden mind screamed

'pleasure endorphins cancel pain!'

She writhed on the powerful jet as the frantic bubbles rippled through her labia and pummeled her clit. Then her hands found her nipples, and she was no longer able to suppress her moans of ecstasy as her whole body began to vibrate, her orgasm building at an incredible rate. Sherry hoped her husband was napping or had the TV up loud as she slipped over the edge and desperately tried to suppress the primal scream that threatened to escape her lips. Her body stiffened and shook, unable to move away from the

relentless

powerful jet as wave after wave of mind-blowing multiple orgasms passed through her.

Finally, the paralyzing orgasms lost their grip, and the deep massage jets suddenly stopped as her finger trembled over the button. Random aftershocks raced through her body as she tried to regain her composure and let the soft hum of the circulation motor take over her senses. Sherry knew she could have blamed her flush on the heat from the tub as she relaxed into the lounge seat. But she was in no hurry to get out as she basked in the afterglow.

Eventually, she mustered the energy to climb out of the tub and head back into the house. She found her husband napping in his chair with the TV blaring away and woke him with a kiss. Sherry hadn't felt this good in ages and sincerely thanked him for her hot tub with a big loving smile. Later that night, she went out to enjoy the stars and wonderful therapeutic pain relief of the warm, massaging water and

pleasure endorphins!

Sherry enjoys her hot tub almost every day, sometimes twice! Her husband knows she is having an affair with her hot tub. But he has never said anything negative to her and even teases her about it on occasion. Sometimes, Sherry secretly wishes she had a reason to make a service call, as she enjoys her deep massage jets and thinks about the handsome young bad-boy! Yes, she feels a little guilty, sometimes, but not very often.

The end.

P.S.

I hadn't settled on a title for this story when "Sherry" read the rough draft. When she read the published story, she informed me, with firm conviction and a cheesy grin, that she has never felt the slightest bit guilty about having an affair with her hot tub.

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