Six months had passed since my tryst with Paula's husband and I had behaved myself. Life was more or less back to normal – sex once a week or so with my husband Ben – although I did find myself masturbating in the bath every now and then, reliving my encounters in the YMCA locker room and with Amy's young boyfriend.
But, by and large, that was all in the past and I was content being a wife, mother and part-time career woman. In fact, life had become so routine, I was extremely excited when Ben announced that he was flying down to Las Vegas for a four day convention and the company was flying me down with him!
It was short notice for this kind of thing and we weren't able to get a hotel room on the strip, so we settled on a place a few of miles away and off the beaten path. I was a little disappointed to be so far away from the action, especially considering Ben was going to be gone during the day at his convention, but once I saw the hotel, I was thrilled to be staying there.
It was a two-storey structure that encircled a beautiful, lush courtyard with two swimming pools and two outdoor hot tubs – a huge one that could hold probably twenty people, and a smaller, more intimate one for four to six.
There were green lawns, flagstone patios and an outdoor bar that also served a continental breakfast every morning. For a working mom from the suburbs, this was paradise. The most unusual feature of the hotel was the fact that it did not have one single slot machine. In a city where it is virtually impossible to avoid the temptation to gamble, it was extremely unusual and, in retrospect, kind of a nice break from the hub bub of the usual Vegas fare.
Our first day there, Ben went off to his convention and I went shopping. I picked up gifts for our kids and picked up a new bathing suit for myself. I had brought along my old, faded one-piece that I had worn for years, whenever I took the kids to our local swimming pool, but I wanted something new (and a little sexier) for laying around the classy pools at our hotel.
When Ben came back at the end of the day, we both headed to the strip. We had a nice dinner and went to see a comedy show that Ben had gotten free tickets for. We both had a few drinks too many, so rather than hit the casinos we grabbed a cab and headed back to our hotel.
It was nearly midnight as we crossed the courtyard to our room and there wasn't a soul in site.
"Perfect night for a skinny-dip," Ben said, giving me a little a squeeze as we walked.
"I've had a few drinks," I giggled, "but I don't think I'm feeling that uninhibited. You might talk me into modelling my new swimsuit for you in the hot tub, though".
We quickly changed into our swimsuits, grabbed a couple of beers from the mini-bar and headed out to the courtyard. Even though it had been deserted, I made a point of keeping a towel wrapped around me until we were at the hot tub.
Ben gave an appreciative whistle when I dropped the towel and revealed the skimpy string bikini I had bought earlier in the day. The cool night air had an immediate effect and I could feel my nipples harden. I glanced down to see them poking through the thin material that covered my breasts and Ben and I were both so distracted that we didn't realize another couple was already in the smaller hot tub until we were almost about to step in ourselves.
"Oh, sorry," I said, hesitating. "We didn't realize anyone else was out here."
I could feel myself turning red at the thought of complete strangers seeing me in such revealing attire. I looked over at my towel then at Ben to take the lead and get us out of there.
"You don't have to leave on our account," the woman said, "come on in, the water feels great!"
Ben shrugged then said, "Sure, why not," then proceeded to step into the frothing water. I wasn't about to stand there, almost naked, in full view of these two people I didn't know, so I quickly slipped into the water too – glaring at Ben the whole time.
I have to admit the water felt fabulous. I was still slight slightly drunk from the cocktails we'd had at the comedy show and the warm, swirling water melted my cares away as I leaned back and closed my eyes.
"I'm Susan and this is Blake," the woman said, pulling me out of my reverie. I noticed she didn't say "my husband Blake" and I quickly noticed that neither was wearing a ring, so I assumed they were boyfriend/girlfriend.
"I'm Ben and this is my wife, Deb," my husband said. He was leaning back with his arms outstretched and he looked totally relaxed.
The four of us made idle chit-chat for a few minutes, about the beautiful evening and where we were from and that sort of thing. Blake polished off what was left of the Vodka cooler he had been sipping on at the same time Ben was finishing off his can of beer.
"I've got more," Blake said, nodding towards a cooler nearby, "do you guys want another?"
"Sure, I could handle one more," Ben said.
"No, I'm good," I said. Then I giggled and added, "and if I have much more I might be very, very bad."
Everyone laughed, and then Blake turned and climbed half out of the hot tub to reach his cooler. I almost choked on my beer when I saw his bare ass and Ben and I both looked at each other in shock. I think Susan noticed our reaction, and she smiled slightly, but didn't say anything.
Blake was having trouble reaching the cooler, so finally he hoisted himself completely out of the hot tub, squatted down and pulled two cans out of the ice then turned and sat on the edge of the tub. He tossed one can to Ben then paused to open his and take a long drink from it.
The whole time I sat mesmerized by the sight in front of me. Blake, who I guessed to be about thirty years old was tanned and fit looking and seemed totally unabashed about the fact that Ben and I were in full view of his long, thick cock. In fact, he was probably very proud of it and intended for us to get a good look because he continued to sit there and made no motion to slip back into the water.
"It's pretty impressive, isn't it," Susan said.
I suddenly realized that I had been staring and now I was extremely embarrassed at being caught in the act.
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed.
I could feel the color rising in my face and I turned to look at Ben. He was sitting there, arms still outstretched, with a slightly drunken smirk on his face. He winked at me and I turned back towards Blake and Susan.
"I'm really sorry," I said again. "I didn't realize that you were naked, it just, uh, caught me by surprise. That was rude of me."
"Don't be upset, Deb," Susan said. "We're not shy or anything. In fact, we're both kind of exhibitionists. Blake knows he's well hung and he likes the attention, don't you big fellah?"
Blake nodded and took another sip of his drink.
"Besides," Susan continued, "this is nothing compared to how impressive he looks when he's hard."
Her hand was on his thigh and she began to stroke the inside of Blake's leg. It had an immediate reaction and I watched in amazement as his cock began to thicken and harden. Soft, he was bigger than Ben with a hard-on. Fully erect he was easily as impressive as Dave – the winner of the YMCA contest I had judged.
Susan began to stroke Blake's huge, hard prick, massaging the head on each upstroke until precum began to flow. I looked again at Ben and even he seemed mesmerized by what was happening in front of us.
"I think maybe we should go," I said.
Ben reached under the water to take my hand and placed it on the front of his tenting swim trunks.
"At least let me finish my drink," he said. I guessed that he was too embarrassed to climb out of the hot tub with his obvious erection.
"I hope we're not offending you," Susan said, looking directly at me as she continued to pump Blake's cock. "I mean, we're all adults here, right, and judging from the bikini you're wearing I assume you're not a prude or anything. Are you?"
"No, I'm certainly not a prude, I just wasn't, you know, expecting this situation to, uh, occur."
My eyes were once again glued to her stroking action and the obvious effect it was having on Blake. He was leaning back on his hands now, his huge cock thrust forward and his eyes were half closed as he revelled in the obvious pleasure her hand was providing him. My hand was giving Ben's cock the same basic treatment, albeit through the material of his swim trunks.
"Would you like to touch it?" Susan asked me.
"Oh my God, no!" I exclaimed. "No, that's quite alright, I . . . no, uh, thanks."
I turned to look at Ben again. He smiled and nodded in Blake's direction.
"Go ahead if you want to," he said.
"Seriously?" I said.
"Sure, I don't mind."
"You're absolutely sure?" I said, already moving slightly in Blake's direction. I could feel my heart pounding in excitement – my husband Ben was giving me permission to touch another man's erect penis right there in front of him. I wondered if he knew about any of my recent indiscretions.
"I'm positive," Ben said, "in fact it kind of turns me on, you know?"
I moved across the hot tub in front of Blake then turned to look back at Ben. He was still smiling and he nodded his head again so I turned and reached for Blake's now throbbing prick.