It was a dinner party, one of many that we have with our friends, casual, fun, good food and nice wine. My wife and I love to host, our house is large and comfortable with rooms for children to play. On this night we had over two other couples with their children. We have always been close to both couples, we would go on hiking trips together, things get loose enough on such trips, I must admit both of my friends wife’s are very attractive, one a slender blonde with a well adjusted chest and legs to die for, let’s call her Prudence, the other Petulance, a pocket rocket of a woman, feisty when she wants to be, a delicate arse and pert bosom.
The dinner party was well underway, children had retired to various bedrooms, wine flowed freely, we were all quite comfortable when someone suggested that we crack open the spa at the end of the garden. After various confusion of not having suitable swimming attire for our guests, Petulance’s husband decided boxer shorts, would be suitable so we all striped down and got into the spa. As the warm bubbles burbled so too did the alcohol. At some stage we decided removal of our hastily chosen swimming clothes would be appropriate. Wet clothes were thrown clear.
As much as I really would liked to, no actual visible nudity showed, the girls kept low enough in the water. But just knowing I was sharing the water with 3 naked women was starting to make me quite horny, nothing obvious. The drinks continued and I was happy just stroking my wife’s leg under the water. My other hand reaching discretely under the water brushes Petulance’s hand, send an almost electric shock where our fingers came together. Nothing was said, but her fingers stroke mine in return. My light touches under the water slowly moving to the naked skin of her leg, nothing more than one finger gently stroking. Making forbidden contact under the water.
My touches progressively getting more adventurous I’m touching more naked skin, covered only by the gentle bubbles and darkness. Taking the opportunity as my wife discretely exits to get another round of drink my hand brushes Petulance’s breast, her husband is distracted talking to our fellow diners. I slow my ministrations as getting too turned on is not going to help me achieve my end goal. As my wife returns and distributes drinks Petulance leans over to kiss her husband, giving me the opportunity to play with her sensual arse, my fingers playing and exploring. I have very limited mobility, whilst keeping my body under the water and hands out of sight. I do get a chance to touch some of her bush a flick of my fingers caressing across her sensitive lips.
At this stage its late and Prudence and her husband make their excuses and discretely exit the spa, nice look at her legs and forbidden valley as she slides from the water. My wife has had enough too she announces and leaves me with Petulance and her husband. Unfortunately he suddenly reaches the capacity of his system and turns out of the spa, giving up the last few hours of consumption to the surrounding garden. This somewhat dampens the mood as we hurriedly vacate the spa and retire to the house. Petulance’s husband excuses himself to the spare room leaving my friends wife and I alone to clean up the wreck of the party.
Luckily it’s quite a warm night and we are happy to potter around cleaning up, Petulance in a light floral dress, me in shorts and a T shirt. Each time we brush past each other as we pass by carrying plates, a little shiver, a magic connection. We play the good spouses and continue chatting as we go about our cleaning up. Each brush past less coincidental, each accidental touch a little less so. As we finally get most the dishes sorted all that is left is the dishes in the sink. Petulance chooses to wash, telling me she is wet enough in her beautiful sing song voice. My movement as I lean over to retrieve the dish cloth takes long than really needed, the meticulous actions as I rub down the bench possibly more rigorous that absolutely necessary. I slowly loose my battle to keep my hard on less obvious.
Now my cock is brushing past her pert buttocks each time I pass by. We continue the cleaning up charade, idly chatting, conscious that our spouses are sleeping in the neighboring rooms. I finally give up any pretense of moving around and stand behind her, my tall frame over shadowing this petite woman as she stands, hands motionless in the sink, our pretense of idle chat forgotten as my lips brush against the soft skin of her neck. My hands find themselves on her hips, stroking, the soft material of her summer dress sliding across naked skin underneath. My hand slowly moving around to cup one pert breast. In drawn breath as my finger caresses a hard nipple. My kisses across the sensitive skin of her neck and down along her shoulder. She tries to turn to kiss me, but I brace her legs against mine, “not quite yet”, I whisper.
My spare hand is slowly circling her hip, lower with each movement, closer to that forbidden valley. My soft kisses snake up to her ears tenderly suckling and her breath becomes more ragged. The hand on her breast feeling the soft skin, my large hands cupping the whole of her sensitive skin, my thumb playing with her nipple, tracing the same circles that my tongue is in her ear. My lower hand slowly sliding the material of the dress up, higher until its bunched around her hips. Two glorious globes of naked flesh pressed against my groin, the thin covering of my shorts and the fine lace of her panties separating us. My hand works around to the front of her knickers, my fingers sliding down so close to her soft pubic hair.
Up until now Petulance has been quiet and other than soft groans been compliant. There may be a hidden guilt switch in every woman, but I triggered it. She tenses, fiercely whispers, “that’s enough, we should stop!”
I am so close to her, my cock straining against her gorgeous arse, I can smell the gentle perfume of her moist pussy. May not get this chance again, I really don’t want to stop, and I know neither does she. My grip around her body tightens, my legs locked around hers, my lower hand slides down to cup her groin, she cannot move, she is trapped against the sink.
“Sorry, too late love, you’re going to get fucked!” I whisper
Silently she squirms against me, but I’m too strong, her movements allow a finger to enter her forbidden pussy, so wet I slide my finger hard against her button. This is a very dangerous game now, all she needs to do is to call out and either one of our spouses would hear. I am confident though as a second finger enters her tight wet pussy. She is biting her lower lip and grinding back against my groin.
“Please!” she pleads
“I am quite sure that meant please drop your pants and fuck me… ” I respond
Almost in-perceivably she nods assent, her body trembling with a combination of fright and lust. I release her mauled breast and push down my shorts, my hard cock slaps on the skin of her arse. Not letting up my two fingered ministrations of her now soaking pussy, I adjust the position of my hips, bending my knees to place my member between her legs.