Hot Tub Holiday

We spent the majority of our first day on our island getaway, touring the grounds, just getting a lay of the land and a feel for the beautiful surroundings, relaxing soaking in the atmosphere.

We walked the beach hand in hand, swam a while in the ocean, lounged by the pool while sipping island inspired cocktails.

During our supper in the outdoor lounge, we had a spectacular view of the sunset, the orange sky and yellow reflection across the ocean.

Bruce, my husband of 4 years was feeling a bit woozy with stomach uneasiness, maybe a bit of sunstroke, maybe jetlag, most likely a combination of both with a tad too much alcohol.

He opted to go up and relax in our air-conditioned hotel room.

I remained around the pool, swam a bit, mostly lounged and people watched with a couple more libations, even had a refreshing, unexpected nap.

It was near midnight when I went up to our room, Bruce was snoring loudly.

I went out on the balcony overlooking the pool area. There was a black couple embracing and kissing in the pool and a young couple on lounge chairs, holding hands chatting, the hot tub was empty and looked very inviting.

I peered out across the ocean, the moon reflecting silver slivers on the crest of the waves. The rhythmic sound of them breaking on the beach, the din of insects was interrupted with Bruce's annoying snoring.

Bruce gave a snorting kind of grunt and rolled over; yeah, I wasn't ready to retire.

I needed some alone time; I had some serious thinking to do.

This wasn't a honeymoon, nor a well-planned vacation.

It was a last-minute getaway to try and reconnect.

A few weeks ago, my best friend informed me Bruce was cheating.

She took a video as she followed him into a downtown hotel with a sexy female at lunchtime.

When I confronted him, he didn't deny it, he did however try convincing me, it was a former colleague, Penelope, who worked for another firm near his company and they crossed paths occasionally and had coffee or lunch, nothing romantic, just friends keeping in touch.

I didn't believe him as our lovemaking had recently dwindled, his attention to me changed.

On the occasions he was intimate, he rarely gave me enough foreplay attention to get me aroused enough to get me off.

Our relationship became different, strained.

I began faking orgasms to keep him interested and had to masturbate after he fell asleep.

I activated the GPS on his phone, every week he went to that same hotel for one or two hours.

I discreetly followed him and they didn't enter the restaurant; arm in arm, they went straight to the elevators.

That night, I again confronted him, letting him know I followed them that day.

He adamantly claimed it meant nothing, a one-time fling and it was over; he would never see her again or only see her when I was present.

I wasn't convinced.

I was hurt deeply and unsure I could ever forgive him. He had a choice; he succumbed to primal desires and broke our vows.

It put a large wedge in our relationship.

I agreed to try to and forgive and maybe over time could learn to trust him again.

He booked this Caribbean island holiday at an adults only resort for us to get away and reconnect.

A week intended to show me I was important, to help mend my trust and recouple us on a deeper level.

I put a light wrap over my string bikini, opened my metal water bottle, dumped in 2 tiny bottles of whiskey and a can of cola and from the mini fridge.

I peered at my snoring husband, shook my head.

Day one and besides a stroll holding hands and some splashing in the ocean, I didn't feel any romance.

I sauntered to the pool area, intending to ponder my future and drink my whiskey while relaxing in the hot tub before returning to our room for the night.

As I passed the pool, I removed my wrap, fully aware both couples had eyes on me.

It was exciting, appreciative, welcoming, I added a little extra sway to my derriere, as I strutted along the poolside.

I made eye contact with the Black couple, their gaze felt predatory, I didn't feel nervous, it was exhilarating.

Bruce hadn't look at me that way for a long time.

As I passed the young couple lounging, I noticed their eyes scanning me too, I overhead a low whisper 'wow she's hot.'

I bent over to pick up a towel, knowing my ass was being ogled, held the pose a beat longer than necessary as I adjusted the hem over my rear cheek.

As I strolled the final few steps, I had an erotic fantasy that I was seduced in the hot tub by one of the couples and would have a salacious sex fling to remember my holiday.

The hot tub was recessed into Redwood decking with a perfect view of the moonlit ocean.

I paused as I stood at the edge, taking a moment to appreciate the moonlight reflecting off the waves as they broke on the beach, the rhythmic sound was very pleasant.

I rolled the towel and set on the edge.

I felt totally at ease as I slipped into the water, the heat immediately soothing my muscles after a long day of holiday activities.

It was peaceful, I laid my head back on the rolled-up towel.

The sound of waves, the light laughter, punctuated by an occasional splash and squeal from the pool.

I finished my drink some time ago, I was totally relaxed, fully enjoying the peace and quiet, I felt myself drifting off, my mind fabricating details of my newest fantasy.

Almost asleep, I heard voices approaching.

I glanced up to see a mid to late 40's couple, she was wearing a lime green two-piece suit, he had on red and yellow swim trunks.

Neither were fit, a bit of a belly roll, she would be classified as 'plus size' not fat but proportionate, that didn't deter from her good looks.

I guess he'd be called, a dad bod, with noticeable amount of body hair, he had especially thick black chest hair.

They smiled politely as they slowly entered and sat directly across from me.

I tipped my head back again, stretched out my arms on the edge of the tub appreciating the soothing warm water around my body.

Someone else was entering the tub, I lifted one eyelid just enough to peek, it was the young couple that were lounging when I arrived, I lifted my head.

They were both tall, young, athletic, and attractive.

He had short brown hair and sat beside the older woman.

She was very good-looking, great body, lean and lithe, she sat on the farther side, next to the hairy guy, which I thought was rather odd but figured they must be parents and children.

They had hardly settled in, I smiled, about to lay my head back down and the young man put his hand on the woman's belly, slid up under the woman's large boob, his thumb snuck under the fabric.

His arm went around her neck and they kissed intimately, no concern I was right there watching.

This was astonishing to me; I figured there was more than 20 years age difference.

My curiosity piqued I sat up, picked up my empty cup, and sipped, just to see what was happening across the tub.

They remained intimately kissing, he lifted her top and was massaging her breast.

I couldn't help but stare as the young gal twisted to the man and they too fused mouths.

Her fingers rested on the man's thigh at the edge of his trunks.

The old guy lifted her bikini up and was openly fondling her rather small breasts, thumb and forefinger rolling her taut little nipple.

The young guy bent to suck an abundant boob while kneading her other.

I was thinking what the hell is going on, I shuddered at the thought it might be incest, my mind settled on the fact that they must be a foursome.

The large woman began rubbing the young guys crotch.

The young gal had her hand inside the man's trunks and was slow stroking him as he nibbled her tits.

My earlier hot tub fantasy had gotten me slightly aroused, viewing this had my nipples distended and I was feverously inflamed.

I was engrossed in watching the promiscuous foursome when the black gal slid in close to me.

Her partner sat on the deck, put his legs on either side of her and began massaging her neck.

She flopped her head back on his thigh and moaned. "Mmmm, babe this feels wonderful, the warm water and your talented fingers on my neck and shoulders."

Her eyes closed.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven."

"Yeah," His voice was deep and gravelly.

"Just wait till my fingers go lower, that'll be heaven for us both."

There was an awareness now, an electricity in the air.

My newest fantasy was most likely manifesting.

I glanced over; his hands skimmed across her collarbone sliding under her bikini top squeezing her abundant mounds.

That held my gaze as I watched both her nipples extend.

"Mmmm, yes heavenly indeed."

She murmured her hands covered his, tenderly kneading both boobs.

I felt out of place, everybody in the tub in some sort of sexual activity, I thought about leaving.

The twinge in my pussy and my breasts aching for some attention kept me planted.

The couples across were still kissing, but the young girls hand had released a rather large cock and was slowly stroking it.

The young guy still feasting on her enormous tit, her legs wide apart, his finger's wiggling inside her bottoms, her head laid back, eyes closed, moaning with pleasure.

The combination of the titillating activities happening all around me, had my heart racing and my breathing changed.

It wasn't just the warm water creating heat in my loins.

I was too aroused, curious, and most definitely wanted to stay and participate.

The entire event was overwhelming, the vibe in the tub had me aroused more than I'd been in a very long time.

I thought of Bruce, and his affair with Penelope, and thought, 'why not me' and any remaining inhibitions disappeared.

I had a tremendous urge to kiss someone.

As if reading my mind, the black gal's leg pressed against mine, her hand came to my cheek, turned my head towards her, she had a mischievous grin and recognizable lust in her eyes.

Her soft lips tentatively touched mine, I leaned into a very tender, passionate kiss.

My left hand went behind the Black woman's neck, our tongues touched.

My right hand went to the Black man's unbelievably warm thigh.

His hand came to my shoulder and grazed to my neck, began massaging gently.

He leaned close, whispered into my ear.

"Is this, OK?"

"Mmmm, hmmm," was all I could muster, not wanting to break the feverous kiss I was sharing with his partner.

Her hand slid up my inner thigh; a finger traced the edge of my bikini.

She whispered.

"You ok with this?"

Not trusting my voice, I nodded, parting my legs, my fingers skimmed her belly up to curl around her soft breast.

I squeezed, she moaned, her finger snuck under, I moaned, my knees widened.

"How about this, is this OK too?"

His fingers grazed under my top and firmly squeezed my boobs.

I peered up, my eyes rolled.

"Oh, fuck ya!"

I groaned.

"It's more than Ok, it's exactly what I need."

I closed my eyes and flopped my head back, he kissed me, his tongue was huge, he searched my mouth, her finger searched my pussy.

The Black guy slipped into the water on my left, his lips planting tiny kisses on my neck, and shoulders.

Hands and lips explored, teasing, testing boundaries that weren't there.

I felt her tug the bows on my bottoms, her finger, unimpeded, delicately edged my lower lips.

She used 2 fingers, alternating between delicately edging my sensitive labia and dipping between.

He tugged the strings, releasing my top and it sorta floated away.

Her lips latched onto my nipple as her thumb twiddled my clit.

The night air was pierced with the wail of the large woman climaxing.

He began nibbling a nipple, a pair of lips tenderly sucking both nipples, my fingers entangled into each of their hair and I emitted a guttural groan.

I was between them being handled like a cherished gift, each taking their turn to touch, to taste, to explore.

I was ecstatic with their combined attention.

Across the tub the older couple were sitting on the edge watching us intently the young ones engaged in oral activities, heads bobbing between widened thighs.

My hand was guided to a huge semi erect cock; I curled my fingers around it, well almost around, as it was so thick.

I gently squeezed, pulsing with great care as it grew.

The black man lifted me from the water, my bikini bottom remained behind, his powerful arms making it seem so effortless.

His right hand went between my boobs, gently pushed me until my back was flat on the deck, my feet still in the water, my bare bum on the edge.

The cool night air wasn't the only thing causing goosebumps, her thumbs opened me, and her tongue made one long lick from my perineum to my clitoris.

"Mmmmnnngh."

I shivered, damn near climaxed.

The next slurp went as deep as possible between both wings, wiggled and then flicked my kernel.

I gasped loudly and involuntarily arched toward her, my fingers combed into her thick kinky curls.

What she was doing was far beyond my expectations.

I'd dreamt about being eaten by an experienced woman, but Bruce was the only person to ever go down on me and it never resulted in anything exciting.

"MMmm, hhmmmm, that's so nice."

I arched to her, my fingers instinctively helping her head move.

His mouth returned to my sensitive, hard, nipples, tongue swirling on my smooth skin, tracing patterns, then nibbled my hard nubs, tugging, stretching them outward with his lips, even using his teeth to roll them.

I'd never been this promiscuous, nor the center of attention like this.

Gawd it was erotic euphoria; I was buzzing with intense desire.

I wholly succumbed, closed my eyes, and sighed deeply with pleasure.

Her fingers held me open, a tantalizing, delicate devotion of tongue worship on the smooth inner flesh of my highly sensitive petals.

A slow swirl, a long lap, a pleasant plunge, a few flicks on my blood engorged bean.

I was revelling in bliss, unconsciously writhing, incessant moaning, snowballing towards coming unravelled.

She licked, sucked, and nibbled, keeping me on the verge of exploding for many anticipatory minutes.

His fingers and mouth harmonizing in exquisite delight.

It was inevitable the impending orgasm was going to be memorable.

Her left forefinger and thumb affectionately pinched my clit, her tongue flicked my pearl and when 2 fingers sunk deep, curled and found my G.

I shattered.

I erupted like never before.

Squirming and whimpering as intense, sensuous sensations reverberated through me.

The next moments blurred together, their skillful touches complimenting each other perfectly, time was meaningless, I was floating in euphoric elation.

They slowed but didn't stop.

The black girl moved up alongside me, her lips on one breast her fingers on the other.

I felt someone else's hands widen and position between my legs.

I lifted my head to see the older gentleman, his hands roamed up my thighs, he sunk his large, rigid rod into me.

My vision disappeared when the young thin gal squatted over me and her wet vagina lowered to my face.

I'd never eaten another pussy, it tasted sweet and tangy, I attempted to do to her what was just done to me.

The man's thick cock steady thrusting in me felt better than anyone I'd ever had before.

His prowess was evident, he angled himself to give my G spot an intense rubbing and I son came again, vibrating and groaning.

I obviously didn't give the young gal what she desired, she stretched out on the deck and the black girl serviced her.

To my left the older woman was cowgirl riding the Black man and her man positioned himself behind and DP'd her.

The young fellow took his turn between my thighs, his dick was not as big, but I was still buzzing and his eager, enthusiastic thrusting, quickly had me peaking again.

Each and everyone of them took turns between my legs, and each offered themselves to my face.

The intensity of several hands and mouths everywhere, intensified my nerve sensors.

I savored the reverent attentiveness and thoroughly enjoyed the multiple orgasms.

The sky was brightening when we parted ways, I waddled to our room, jizz oozing, slightly tender in such a good way.

I was on cloud nine, sexually satiated for the first time in my life and delighted to have been a 'slut for a night.'

I shut the bathroom door, not wanting to wake Bruce with a shower, I wash cloth bathed as quietly as I could.

I lifted the bed sheets and slid in cautiously.

***

I'm unsure if I got to sleep, I awoke to Bruce spooning, jabbing me from behind with his morning wood.

Still half asleep, maybe more, I didn't resist his pecker poking my pussy.

He easily slipped in; most likely I was still wet from earlier and probably still stretched.

I was unenthused, nowhere near aroused, I don't think my nipples even got hard when he played with them and thankfully, he came as quick as usual, I didn't bother to fake an orgasm.

When he finished, he nuzzled my neck and asked.

"Are you alright? You were wet and ready but didn't seem at all responsive."

I had thought about facing him after last night, what I might say, whether I tell him what I'd done or not.

I went with my gut feeling, I didn't realize until this very moment I had made a decision.

I'd had it, I rolled over to look him straight in his eyes.

"Yeah, I wasn't, whenever you're fucking me, I believe you're imaging Penelope.

Even your kisses don't seem important or as intimate as they were before.

I haven't had an orgasm with you since I suspected you cheating, so what the hell, why bother.

It's time we called it quits."

I rolled away, sat up.

"I came here intending to work through your infidelity, to try and forgive you and spend my life with you."

I turned back, looked at him.

"Last night, you went to sleep, snoring so loud I took a drink to the hot tub to relax.

I was seduced, no, I was wonderfully and fantastically fucked, not by another man, but by three different couples, one older, one younger and a black couple."

I took a deep inhale, recalling last night gave me courage and a huge smile.

"I had carnal copulation with three well endowed, skilled men and 3 sensational salacious women.

I was fucked, sucked, licked, and fingered, each and every one of them took turns giving me awesome O's until the morning twilight was noticeable.

Gawd it was good. Damn good!"

I laid flat on my back, staring up at the revolving ceiling fan.

"I'd never been with anyone but you, never wanted anyone but you, and most likely never would have if you hadn't cheated with Penelope."

I paused.

"Bruce, I never dreamt sex could be that good.

I don't have the proper words to describe how thoroughly I enjoyed the entire episode."

I could see the pain overtake his face.

"It looks like you're feeling the heartache I felt when I found out you cheated."

I sat up, put my feet on the floor.

"You're a good provider, I know you care for me, but you strayed, made a conscious choice to break your vows."

I inhaled deeply, briefly pondered if I should twist the dagger I just hit him with.

"Now that I have had a comparison, Bruce you're a lousy lover, you don't measure up, that part of you loves Penelope more."

I stood, picked up my robe.

"Bruce, I've made my decision, we had a good run, but we're through, I don't want to live with you anymore.

We have a few more days here, and hopefully I won't be sharing a bed with you, I'm going to enjoy some quality sex with others."

I went for a shower, stopped at the door, looked back.

"As soon as we get home you can move in with Penelope, I want a divorce and the house."