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I live in San Francisco with my wife of 20 years, Angela. She’s a sort of modern hippie. She loves yoga and meditation and all things spiritual, but in this sort of bourgeois NorCal sort of way. As in, she likes meditation at expensive retreats and doing yoga in $500 yoga outfits.
“How can you spend $500 on a yoga outfit?” I ask.
She turns and offers her round rump for inspection. “What’s the matter? Don’t you think I look nice in this?” The stretchy material clings tight to her perfect round buttocks, the grey strips accentuating the shape of her hips and narrow waist.
I just gulp and try to push down the erection in my pants. Conversation over. Angie isn’t exactly ashamed of her body. She’s in her forties now, but she works out and still has a terrific figure. Slim and well formed with a generous bust. I think she looks terrific, but she’s never satisfied and is always working out and dieting.
“You really should relax a bit, you look terrific,” I tell her.
“It’s just that I see younger women getting all the attention. Even at work, I will be offering my opinion and then some hot young thing waltzes in late to the meeting and all the male heads swivel and she’s chirping excuses for being late, and all the men are falling over themselves to reassure her and now she has the floor and everyone is listening to her.” Angie tucks her long brown hair behind her ear and pouts into her Chai Latte as we sit on the terrace of our Pacific Heights condo. It’s a beautiful fall day, warm and sunny, and we can see the white sails of boats slicing through the sparkling blue waters of the bay.
I reach across the table and take my wife’s hand. “Oh, baby, maybe we should go to a hot spring so you can relax,” I say. Angie always takes the water at the hot springs in the nude. She enjoys the attention she gets from the other men. I enjoy the heightened sex experiences we have afterward. I like fucking this woman that all those other men were lusting after, lounging in the baths ogling my wife’s naked body. It’s sort of a kinky unspoken game we play. I leave it unsaid that all that male attention will boost her self-esteem.
Angie manages a smile. “Are we finally going to get you to go au natural?” she asks.
“Ha, I don’t know about that.” I don’t mind Angie going nude, but I’m always too embarrassed to let my own junk hang out.
Angie picks Esalen down in Big Sur because we haven’t been there before and they have an extensive yoga and meditation program. The drive down Highway 1 is gorgeous. Angie and I take it easy, taking turns driving so that we could both enjoy the outstanding views as we curve along the pacific coast cliffs with waves crashing dramatically on the rocks below. We stop at a few of the scenic spots where you can pull off the road and admire the vistas. The tall cliffs dropping suddenly to brilliant sea offered a dramatic and breathtaking view. We are mesmerized by the beauty.
So we aren’t too surprised by the amazing scenery of Esalen itself, the ride had prepared us somewhat. But in addition to the drama of the soaring sea cliffs, Esalen also has a wooded stream and a lush garden full of pollinator flowers and edible greens for the on-site kitchen. We wander the grounds for a while together admiring the natural beauty of the surroundings, then I take a nap and Angie goes off to a yoga session on the lawn.
She wakes me when she returns. “Ready for the baths?” she asks. She is glowing with relaxation and energy from the yoga.
“Uh, sure,” I say. I am feeling a bit awkward about letting my nuts dangle in the breeze.
“Oh, you’ll be fine,” she says. “Oh, this girl Catie will be joining us. She’s simply gorgeous, I’m sure you won’t be able to keep your eyes off her.”
“I only have eyes for you, dear,” I say obediently.
Angie punches my shoulder. “Yeah right. Well, be kind to the poor dear. Her fiancé just broke off their engagement last month. Three days before the wedding. I think she’s here to heal and get some, um, validation. So try to compliment her.” Angie pauses. “You know, in a non-creepy way. She’s only 27.”
“27, huh? And she is attractive?”
Angie laughs. “See you are already being creepy. Come on, grab your towel and let’s got.”
My wife won’t let me grab my trunks, she just hustles me out the door over my objections. The walk down to the baths offers breathtaking views of the ocean. I can see pale naked bodies lounging there below and I felt nervous. But the baths are perched just above the ocean and it really is an amazing location.
We descend some stairs and suddenly here we are in the changing room. Men and women stand around us, some disrobing, some getting dressed, some half naked, some completely naked. I am surprised and confused, I had expected separate changing rooms for some reason. I hesitate as Angie casually started disrobing. But it feels weirder to stay clothed, so I swallow my anxiety and started pulling my shoes off. I notice an older couple in their sixties strolling out totally nude with plump flabby bodies, and I feel a little more secure about showing off my own pot belly and shriveled little penis for all to see.
Once we are nude, we notice a sign asking patrons to shower before entering the baths. The shower area adjoins the dressing room and we walk over and found ourselves in a communal shower with spouts along the walls and the far wall open to the ocean. A naked woman is there and I find myself looking at her bare bottom. I quickly look out to the ocean instead.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful here!” exclaimed Angie.
The woman turns and smiles at my wife. “Yes it IS isn’t it!” She had nice boobs and her nipples are hard from the shower, I try to focus on the blue green waves crashing white and foamy onto the rugged black rocks below.
Once we have showered, we head out to the baths. Angie doesn’t bother covering herself, she just carries her towel in her hand. We pass some shared baths on a covered patio along with some private bathtubs set right outside there. I notice a few men looking at my wife’s naked body, running their eyes over her big swaying breasts down the brown patch of fur between her legs as she walks along totally unabashed. I get that queasy feeling in my gut, a mixture of jealousy and excitement. We move out onto an uncovered area with more shared baths. Angie chooses a bath where the older white couple I saw earlier is soaking with a younger brown skinned fellow.
My wife dips one naked leg into the waters. “Hello,” she said. “Ooh, it’s hot!”
The brown guy made eye contact with my wife and smiled. “You will get used to it. It feels great.” Then I noticed his eyes flick down to her furry bush and his smile widens. My stomach is churning.
Angie eases herself into the water and then sits between the older couple and the brown guy. I sit across from the guy and next to the couple. I smile wanly at each person in turn.
“I’m Oscar.” The single guy offers his hand to my wife.
Angie shakes hands with him. “Angie,” says my wife. “And this is my husband, Sam.” The sight of my naked wife, sitting up in the bath with her bare chest exposed and shaking hands casually with a naked man strikes me as super kinky and I feel myself getting aroused.
“I’m Susan, and this is my husband, Peter,” says the older woman. She reaches out to offer her hand to. Susan’s face and neck are very wrinkled, but I accidentally find myself looking at her naked breasts. They are surprisingly smooth and buoyant in the water with hard pink nipples. She only looks old from the neck up. I gulp and sprout a full hardon. The crystal clear water doesn’t hide this and Peter gives me a knowing grin as we shake hands.
Angie notices too and widens her eyes at me but I didn’t know what to do so I just try to think of rusty razor blades as I look out at the ocean. I am just starting to relax when my wife calls out.
“Oh Catie, come and join us!” says Angie. Her exposed breasts are shaking as she waves her arm above her head and I see that Peter and Oscar are both admiring the effect.
But soon all eyes turn to a young naked woman who is stepping into the bath to join us. She is tall and slim, pale skinned with small pert breasts and puffy nipples. Her crotch is shaved and I can see her vaginal lips at eye level for a moment as she climbs in and settles in between Oscar and I, across from my wife.
“Hi, I’m Catie,” she says, offering her hand to me.
I hope she doesn’t notice my erection redoubling its efforts as I shake her hand limply. “Uh, Sam, I’m Angie’s husband.”
“Oh, Angie told me so much about you,” says Catie. She has a cute face, freckles, brown eyes, brown hair, long thin nose. Not a great beauty, but fresh and vital in her youth. She glances down and notices my submerged priapism and tightens her lips in a suppressed smile. I felt my face growing hot.
Angie is arching her brow at me as Catie turns to Oscar.
“Oscar,” he says, shaking her hand.
Catie lays back and stretches her body out floating just below the surface of the sulfurous waters. I drink in the sight of her body, her long shapely legs, her tight little pussy, shaved and naked, her narrow hips and sweet little breasts. Everyone’s eyes are on her. Even Angie and Susan’s. “Ahh, this feels good,” sighs Catie. She seems to be wallowing in the attention and then I recall her breakup. I guess she needs to show off her body and feel beautiful again after getting dumped so recently.
“Oh, I notice that you shave down there dear,” says Susan. The older woman stands up and showed us her well trimmed grey bush. “I trim mine but I never tried shaving.”
Angie climbs out of the water and sits on the edge of the bath, she rubs her own furry snatch which was bit wild. “You both make me feel like a slob. I haven’t done any pubic maintenance in a while. It’s getting gnarly.”
Catie laughs. “I think it looks nice on you, natural.” She touches her own vagina, spreading the lips slightly. “I just like feeling clean. Especially at places like this where everyone can see.”
“Uh, huh,” gulps Oscar. He is watching Catie finger her pussy. I watch in amusement as the brown head of his cock emerges from the water. All the women are showing off their vaginas for us, I am glad I’m not the only one reacting.
I see that all the women are fascinated by Oscar’s huge brown erection. It must be eight inches long and I am a little jealous. He seems visibly embarrassed, though he is too dark to blush.
A moment passes with all eyes on Oscar’s giant stiff dong. My wife crinkles her eyes at me and winks. I am relieved that no one is looking at my own little stiffy, but my wife’s interest in another man’s cock is making me nervous and excited.
Finally Peter breaks the spell. “It’s funny, we are all sitting here sort of marinating in each other’s hormones. This bath is like a soup of pheromones and estrogen and testosterone.”
“I feel it,” says his wife. She bites her lip without taking her eyes off of Oscar’s pole, the mushroom head still poking bravely out of the water, the thick shaft visible below the surface in the clear mineral water.
“Ugh, gross, I hope they wash these things out a lot,” says Catie.
“So Oscar, what do you do?” asks Angie. She manages to look Oscar in the eye as she addresses him. That’s the trick in clothing optional spaces. Maintain eye contact.
“I’m a mindfulness instructor,” he says. I can see him relaxing.
“Oh, that’s marvelous,” coos Catie. “Like a meditation coach. I need that.”
“Well we can do a session later if you like,” he says. He’s deflating a bit now and the tip of his cock disappears below the surface, but his big member is still large and swollen.
“I’d like that,” she says, turning her naked body toward him.
Angie gives me significant look and I grin.
Conversation carries on for a bit, everyone talking about their own meditation practices. I am the odd man out, having never been interested in such things. Then we fall into silence, enjoying the warm water on our naked bodies, the bright vibrant sea, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the rocks below. The tangy scent of the sea mist.
“It’s very inebriating really, this experience. I feel all my anxieties melting away,” says Catie. We all nod in agreement.
After a while the party breaks up. Susan and Peter decide to go for a hike, Angie has another yoga class to attend, Oscar and Catie agree to go find a place to meditate, and I just feel like another nap. It feels good to catch up on sleep.
When I wake up, it’s already dusk, I am alone in the room. I check the clock, 7pm, dinner is almost over. I dress hurriedly and run down to the dining room. I find My wife, Catie, Oscar, Susan, and Peter all dining together at a big wooden table in the dining hall. I grab a plate and pile it up with vegan lentils, rice, sauteed vegetables from the garden, some fresh salad on the side. It’s nice to eat some healthy stuff for a change.
When I get to the table, The two other couples are standing up.
“Oh Sam, come sit by me,” says my wife. “Everyone is going back down to the baths for an evening soak. I will sit with you while you eat and we can join them later.”
“Sounds good,” I say.
Our bathmates wave goodbye as I dig into my lentils.
“Catie told me that she an Oscar had sex in the art barn this afternoon,” giggles my wife. She is warming her hands on a cup of peppermint tea, I can smell the freshness of her breath as she whispers the gossip, her face close to mine.
“Yeah, I saw that coming,” I admit.
“Did you see the size of his thing?” she asks me. Her eyes are glittering with enthusiasm.
“Of course, how could I miss it? All the girls were ogling it,” I say.
Angie pouts. “Now don’t be jealous dear. We looked at your thing too. We all noticed that you couldn’t hide your excitement either at first.”
“Yeah, it was mortifying,” I say. “I was happy that he took the attention away.”
“It’s a natural reaction,” she says. “But of course the baths aren’t meant to be sexual.”
“All the women are showing off their pussies and it’s not supposed to be sexual?” I say.
“Maybe we were being a little provocative, but Susan started it,” says Angie. She smiles at me over the rim of her teacup, then scooches in closer, rubbing herself against my side. “It was Catie’s shaved cooch that got him excited. Did you notice?”
“Yes, I noticed.”
“I noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of her vag either,” Angie says. She is wriggling with excitement. “Do you think he will get as hard for me if I shave mine and show it to him?”
I feel my gut clench, put down my fork. “Why do you want to get Oscar hard?”
Angie nudges me with her thigh. “Oh you know, for fun.” She is looking me in the eye. “That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“What, for me?” I feel my heart pounding in my chest. We never talk about my arousal at Angie’s exhibiionism. I feel like we are violating an unspoken boundary to discuss this.
Angie is rubbing my thigh. “Yeah for you too. Like if I show him my shaved pussy and he gets all hard and the head of his dick pokes out of the water, maybe I should grab it, give it a tug.”
I feel myself getting hard at the suggestion. “I don’t know, Angie,” I stammer.
She is grabbing my cock now, feels it getting harder. She is whispering in my ear, urgent and horny. “Yes, you do know. You know you will get off on it too. Maybe I should suck that brown cap when it comes poking out. Maybe I should climb onto it. Catie said I could. He’s just a rebound fuck for her. She doesn’t want to get attached. She wants me to do it, run interference for her. She thinks he might getting too attached to her.”
I look at my wife, she is bubbling with excitement. “Look how excited you are over that big brown cock,” I laugh.
Angie looks down in modesty. “I’m curious what it would feel like,” she admits.
Ouch, I feel a sharp pang of jealousy in my chest. I try to smile. “What it would feel like inside you.”
She looks me in the eyes, searching. “Yeah, inside me.”
I’m getting super erect now, she squeezes me hard. “You don’t have the nerve to do it. You like the attention guys give you, but you have never gone THAT far.” I try to chuckle, but it comes out like a cough.
“Maybe I won’t have the nerve. But what if I do? Can you handle it?”
“Handle you wanting to be with another man?” I ask. My breath is catching in my chest.
She is kneading my erection urgently now. “Watching me. If I do it, I want you to watch.”
“Watch,” I say. I am thinking it over. It seems horrible. Horrible but fascinating.
She is practically jerking me under the table now. Other people are starting to notice. I hear giggles and whispers from the other tables. “Yeah, I want you to watch him put it inside me. I want you to hear me moan when it goes in.”
“Oh my god, Angie,” I say. I grab her hand. “Stop it, you are going to make me cum,” I whisper.
“Ok, good. That’s how I feel. I’m super wet already. I’m going to go shave my crotch real quick and then dip my wet pussy in that bath with Oscar so he can soak in my hormones.” My wife jumps up and runs toward the exit. “Meet me down there. Tell them I am coming. Make sure he waits for me.”
I push my erection down and finish my meal quickly, my mind full of doubts. When I’m finished, I run upstairs to find my wife in the shower, shaving her bush as promised.
“Angie, you can’t be serious about this,” I say. I feel jealousy getting the upper hand now.
She doesn’t look up from her shaving and I admire her protruding breasts as she bends down to attend to her puss. “I don’t know if I am or not,” she says.
“You are my wife, Angie.”
“I know that.”
“Has our sex life gotten so boring that you feel to need to turn to other men?” I feel humiliated as the realization sets in.
Angie says nothing and just keeps shaving.
“How does it look?” she asks, showing me her freshly shaved cunt. It’s bare and smooth and I can see her pussy lips parting her mound even though she is holding her thighs together.
“It looks clean, sort of more vulnerable,” I say.
Angie forces a laugh. “I mean, he’s already seen me naked. We haven’t done any wrong.”
“Are you going to try to jump his bones or not?”
Angie comes to me and takes me by the shoulders, looks me straight in the eyes. I am aware of her naked body, pink and tender from the shower. “I love you Sam. You are the only man I love. Do you understand that? Do you believe it?”
I feel choked up. “Yes.”
“No matter what happens tonight, don’t forget that.”
“Ok.” I blink back tears as Angie grabs a towel to wrap around herself, sticks her feet into flip flops.
“Now come on and let’s have some fun, ok?” she runs ahead, leaving me to lock up the room. I hear her laughing as she sprints down the hill. “Come on slowpoke!” she calls.
I trudge along behind and then remember the bottles of wine we left in the car. I grab them and then stop by the dining room to grab some glasses. Maybe this will be easier to deal with after I’ve had a few drinks.
I find Angie paused at a viewing platform halfway down the path to the baths. The moon is bright an nearly full, casting shadows and reflecting silver off the dark restless waves as they comb through the kelp beds and slither onto the shore, only to retreat again, back and forth, an endless ebb and flow.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she says. She seems thoughtful.
I take her hand and we walk down to the baths together. We find our crew in a big bath at the far end of the patio away from the others. They greet us warmly and everyone exclaims with pleasure over the wine.
Angie drops her towel and slips into the water demurely nestling in between Susan and Oscar while I drop in between Catie and Peter. I feel some relief that Angie isn’t showing off her fresh cooch to Oscar and that she has picked a side of the bath in the shadows so that her body is hidden.
Catie on the other hand is on full display, her body luminous under the water in the bright moonlight. I feel my johnson responding to the way she shamelessly shows off her bare pussy lips.
I distract myself by opening a bottle and pouring out glasses for everyone.
“Ahh, this is the life,” says Peter, taking a sip of the good Napa Cab I had brought.
The hot water feels good in the cool night air and we quietly enjoy the lulling sound of waves below, the magical shimmering of moonlight on dark waters. I feel all my tensions melt away under the multiple influences of wine, sulphurous waters, gentle camaraderie, and the natural beauty of the setting. My worries over my wife’s playful teasing seem so ridiculous now. How could I have been so concerned over nothing. We are all lounging her together in the nude and it’s perfectly innocent, perfectly platonic. I am even able to look upon Catie’s nubile form and just appreciate her beauty without getting aroused.
Susan and Peter have been asking Oscar about meditation techniques, but then the conversation drops into a lull. We have gone through both bottles and I think everyone is feeling a little tipsy.
“Ooh, I’m feeling a little warm,” says Angie. “I need to cool off.” She climb up and perches on the stone edge of the bath. “Oh the night air feels good.”
I notice everyone admiring her glistening body, water beading on her breasts and belly, dripping from the tips of her nipples as they harden in the cool night air.
“Oh, Angie, it looks like you took a cue from Catie and decided to shave down there,” says Susan with a smile.
“Oh yes, I like it. It feels so smooth,” says my wife. Peter and Oscar both turn their heads to watch in fascination, as my wife rubs her bald pussy lips, her crotch is eye height to them as she perches there. She is probably exuded hormones right into their faces which are just a few feet away.
I notice both men’s penises swelling under the water, slowly engorging with blood. Peter’s modest white prick rising to half mast, and Oscar’s thick brown meat lolling out then upward as it stiffens.
Catie notices too. “Ooh, I like it, it looks so cute and innocent.” She shoots Oscar a devilish look. “What do you think Oscar?”
“What?” he asks, taken aback.
“How do you like Angie’s new shaved look?” she asks.
Oscar looks over at me nervously. Angie looks over too, more curious than nervous though. “Yes, I’d like to know what you think, Oscar. Do you like it?” asks my wife. She turns toward him, spreading her legs casually so that he can get a good look at and a good whiff of her cunt. I gulp as I watch Oscar stare open mouthed into my wife’s shaved vagina. Her lips are pink and puffy with excitement.
The brown mushroom cap of Oscar’s cock surfaces poking gently out of the water. “Um, yeah, it looks nice, and um clean,” he glances over at me with trepidation.
Angie is eyeing the exposed tip of his big stiff cock and she is licking her lips subconsciously.
“Looks like everyone approves, Angie,” giggles Susan.
“I’m glad to see that,” says my wife, fixated on Oscar’s thing.
“Peter, can I climb onto your lap?” Susan asks her husband.
“Of course dear,” he says. Then he turns to the group. “As long as our friends don’t object to a bit of snuggling? Some people frown on PDA in the baths.”
“Oh, no, I think it’s strange for a couple NOT to snuggle once you get into these waters,” says Catie.
We watch Susan float up onto her husband’s lap. He grips her by the waist, and it’s not clear if he still has that erection inspired by my wife’s naked cunt or where it might have gone. I wonder if he is sticking it to his wife right in front of us. Susan’s big white boobs are bobbing near the surface and making me hard in spite of her age.
“Do you want to come sit with me?” Oscar asks Catie softly. His brown glans still bobbing up and down above the surface, and his thick rod visible below the sparkling waters.
“Hmm, no, I’m cool here,” says Catie. She has that impish look again. “But maybe Angie would like to sit on your lap?”
“Ha ha, I wonder what Sam would think of that,” laughs Susan.
“Yeah, I’m not sure what to say about that,” I blurt awkwardly. I wonder if Catie and Angie had arranged this earlier. Oscar seems eager to bed Catie again, but she is keeping her distance from him. She wants my wife to distract him.
“Oh, don’t be so old fashioned,” coaxes Peter. “Let Angie and Oscar snuggle a bit, what’s the harm in that?”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” asks my wife with a sly smile.
“Do you want to sit on Oscar’s lap?” asks Susan. She glances at his stiff cock. “It looks comfy.”
“It sure does,” agrees my wife.
Oscar looks at me helplessly.
Angie slides into the water and floats over to Oscar, her bare bum shining pale. “Do you mind?” she asks.
“What about your husband?” he croaks.
Angie looks over at me. “Don’t worry, Sam and I have a little agreement.”
“We do?” I ask incredulous.
“Don’t we?” she demands Then she turns to Oscar. “Hold on dear, I’m climbing aboard.” I watch my wife put her arm around Oscar’s back, and slide up to him. She raises one shapely leg dripping out of the water to go over his throbbing erection and manages to get onto his lap sideways, one bare pale boob pressed him, her white skin and fresh pink nipple a stark contrast with his dark hairy chest. I looked with shock at the engorged head of his penis, a big brown knob poking up between my wife’s smooth ivory thighs.
“Don’t be afraid,” my wife tells the nervous Mexican. “I don’t bite. Here put your arms around me.” My wife pulls Oscar’s right arm around her hip and takes his left hand and places it on top of her knee. “There, how’s that?”
“Nice,” said Oscar, then he groans as my wife squeezes his brown cock between her tender white thighs.
“That looks cozy,” comments Catie.
“Very,” laughs Susan.
“How are you doing, dear?” Angie asks me.
“I feel conflicted,” I admit. My heart is pounding to see my wife’s naked pussy in such close proximity to the hard cock of another man. I can feel anger and betrayal and jealousy all boiling within me. But the clear waters of the bath can’t hide the erection straining between my legs.
“I felt the same way the first time I watched Susan with another man,” says Peter.
“Oh, are you two swingers?” asks Catie with sudden interest.
“Not really,” says Susan. “Peter is just a very unselfish and loving husband who wants to see me get all my needs met.”
I felt a bit rebuked by her comment. “Is it selfish of me to feel conflicted?” I demand of Susan. I feel myself deflating defensively.
“I didn’t say that,” demures Susan.
“You are really hairy,” says my wife as she rubs Oscar’s chest. “I like that.”
“And I like how, uh, unhairy you are,” chuckles Oscar.
“Especially down there?” asks my wife, directing his attention to her freshly shaved cunt.
“Sure,” he says. He’s looking with interest at my wife’s bald pussy because she basically asked him too. And the shaft of his meat is pressed against it anyway. I feel like pulling out my hair or maybe jerking off, I can’t tell for sure.
“I think monogamy IS sort of selfish,” says Catie. But she seems sad as she says it. Maybe she is thinking of her own fiancé who jilted her.
“Oh, it doesn’t have to be,” says Peter. “Susan and I have been together for 35 years.” He pinched his wife’s nipple affectionately.
“Ooh, I like when you pinch my nipple,” coos Susan.
My wife laughed. “Why do men even have nipples?” she asks. She turns to Oscar and started pinching his nipple. “Do you like having your nipples pinched” she asked.
“It’s ok,” he groaned. I could see the head of his boner quivering between my wife’s thighs.
“Peter always gets hard when I pinch his nipples,” says Susan. She toys with her husband’s nipple affectionately.
My wife looks me in the eye as she reached down between her legs and pinches the head of Oscar’s cock between her fingers. “Oh yes, I see,” said my wife. Oscar groaned again. I notice his right hand slip down under the water to grip her buttock. “How are you doing, dear?” my wife asked sweetly. “Are you OK?”
I could barely breathe. “I – I don’t think so,” I admit.
“Is it OK if Oscar pinches MY nipples?” my wife asks me. She takes his left hand and puts it on her right breast, keeping a grip on his cock with her other hand. Oscar doesn’t wait for my permission and just started fondling her boob, weighing it’s white heft in his brown hand, then seeking out and tweaking her pink nipple, tugging on it, stretching her boob out. She puts her head on Oscar’s shoulder and gazes into my eyes as she strokes his thing. “Hi!” she says to me.
“Hi,” I reply. I want to ask her to stop now, but I can’t get up the nerve.
Angie turns and starts licking Oscar’s neck making him moan with pleasure. She reaches her other hand down and bends her knee up so that I can see her fondling his nuts under the water. I see his right hand slip under her as his fingers toy with her shaved labia. His left hand moves from one of my wife’s tits to the other, squeezing them and pinching her nipples at will. She is wriggling with pleasure, tugging more insistently on his shaft with her left hand as she rubs his balls with her right.
I look over and see that Susan is bouncing up and down on her husband’s cock as they watch my wife with Oscar.
“You are making me hot, you guys,” says Catie. She has her hand between her legs and is rubbing her clit as she watches my wife and Oscar getting it on.
I am distracted by the sight of Catie pleasuring herself. I am on the verge of asking her if she wants some help before I come to my senses. This is crazy, we can’t do this.
I look up and see Angie on her knees before Oscar, her bare back to me, head bobbing up and down, Oscar’ head is thrown back against the edge of the tub and he’s groaning with pleasure.
“Angie!” I cry. “Come on, that’s going too far.”
My wife lifts her head off of Oscar’s cock and turns to look at me blearily. I watch her hard nipple brush the head of his cock as she grips the shaft.
“What? Oh, jeez, sorry honey. Is this freaking you out?” asks my wife.
“Yes, actually,” I say. I put my hand over my cock to hide my erection. “Can you just disengage and de-escalate this situation for a minute?”
“Right, of course,” says my wife. She releases Oscar’s cock and sits back on her heels. “Let’s just take a break for a moment.”
Oscar reaches out and grabs my wife my the waist and spins her around making her squeal.
“Oscar, we are trying to slow it down a little here,” I say.
“Oh yeah, I totally understand how you feel,” he tells me. Meanwhile he bends my wife over and props her elbows up on the edge of the bath so that she is bent over with her rump facing him. He is on his knees and his eager cock is sticking straight up in the air in anticipation as he positions himself behind my wife. She looks back over her shoulder at him with a grin.
“Cut the shit Oscar,” I say.
“Let me just do something,” he says. He bends over my wife, starts nibbling the back of her neck, reaches down and cups her dangling boobs in his hand. He’s hunched over her now, his dong pressing against her from behind, ready to penetrate.
I jump to my feet. “Oscar! Stop it I said!” I am about to lunge forward and pull this interloper off of my wife. I’ve had enough of this.
Suddenly Peter and Susan are blocking my path. She gives me a shove backward and I almost slip.
“It’s not your consent he needs to ask for, Sam,” she tells me angrily.
“Yes Sam, maybe you should go back up to your room if you can’t be an adult about this,” says Peter sadly.
“Be an adult? This guy is molesting my wife,” I say.
“Seems like she’s pretty into it,” says Catie. “She was just sucking his penis after all.”
My stomach drops to hear Catie speak the facts so plainly.
I hear a slapping sound and my wife moaning. Oscar is gripping her soft hips and fucking her from behind now, his hips slapping against her plump ass cheeks. I can see his big brown cock stabbing into my cute little wife. Thrusting between her swollen pink pussy lips. I want to push past these oldsters and punch that smug pseudo-spiritual Mexican right in the face for violating my wife like this.
“Let’s just ask her,” I say. “Angie, a minute ago you wanted to cool this off. Are you consenting to this?”
“Oh, oh, oh,” groans my wife. “Oh god, ahhh!”
“Angie, are you OK?” I cry. “It sounds like he’s really hurting her, Susan.”
“Um, those aren’t cries of pain, OK. You need to learn the difference.”
“Angie!” I call.
My wife looks over at me in confusion. Her cheeks are roay and her pendulous breasts are swinging back and forth as Oscar desecrates our marriage. “Honey, I can’t talk right now, too busy,” she mumbles. I realize with horror that she has one hand between her legs and is masturbating herself as Oscar dogs her. She is shuddering now, crying out in passion.’
“Yeah, bitch, take that dick,” grunts Oscar. His animal nature coming out now that he has his dick inside my wife.
“Cum inside me,” she urges.
“Angie!” I scream. “What are you saying?”
She looks over at me foggily. “Sam? Oh, sorry, baby, I thought you left. Don’t watch this part. I think he’s cumming inside me now.”
Sure enough, I see Oscar’s butt cheeks tense as he stops pumping away on my wife from behind and just grinds himself into her. His face is contorted and purple as he empties his load into my woman.
“Fuck, fuck,” he cries. “That pussy tight as fuck, bitch.”
Angie is laughing. “Uh, thanks? I guess?”
“I sort of took it as a compliment when he started talking dirty to me,” admits Catie.
“This is so fucked up you guys. Not cool,” I say. I feel like I’m whining and I accidentally find myself staring at Susan’s big white boobs as she stands in front my wife, protecting Oscar and Angie’s coitus from my intervention.
“It’s polite to make eye contact in the baths, Sam,” Susan tell me coldly. I notice her nipples getting hard as I examine them.
“Oh, relax Susan,” says Peter. “You have nice boobs. Guys are going to stare sometimes.”
“That’s true,” she admits reluctantly, but she folds her arms over her chest to prevent me fro looking at her nipples any more.
I feel myself blushing. Then I see Oscar pull his limp deflated cock out of my wife and a big blob of pearly cum appears appears drooling out of the red inflamed entrance to my wife’s vagina.
“Jesus Angie, you are in the fertile part of your cycle too,” I complain.
“Sorry, honey. I guess we got a little carried away. It won’t happen again, I promise,” My wife sticks a finger into her cunt, pulls out a glob of Oscar’s cum, puts it into her mouth and sucks it from her fingers, looking Oscar in the eye as she does so.
“Angie!” I say.
“What?” she says. She seems annoyed.
“Do you have to slurp down his cum right in front of me like that?” I say. “It feels pretty humiliating.”
“Uh, sort of?” she admits. “He just got done fucking the daylights out of me. I need to show him some appreciation, don’t I?”
“What about me?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I mean, I guess you are going to need to find a way to deal with your emotions or whatever. I’m flying on endorphins right now. I can’t really think straight. I’m sort of cock drunk.”
“That’s how I felt,” agrees Catie.
Oscar shrugs his shoulders at me. “Sorry dude, I can’t help being a stud.” I look at his big brown meat dangling loose between his legs with disgust.
“Uh, fuck off, Oscar,” I say.
Oscar flexes a muscular right arm and points at me menacingly. “Now, now, don’t you get testy,” he says.
“Don’t beat up my husband, Oscar. Use that testosterone of your to fuck me some more,” begs my wife.
“Ah, ok, but let’s go back to your room. I don’t like the vibe around here any more,” says Oscar.
“Hey, don’t go guys, I was getting off on watching,” pouts Catie.
“You can join us if you want,” offers Oscar.
The prick gives me a wink as he walks off with two gorgeous naked ladies under his arms, my mature full figured wife on one side, slim nubile Catie on the other, both women with matching shaved cooches, they trio strolls off dripping and nude together.
“It’s a real shame you had to spoil the fun,” sighs Peter as he and Susan sink back into the stinking hot spring bath.
“Oh, yeah, I’m such a goddamn spoilsport, aren’t I?” I say. “I should really get more attuned with my chakras so that I can properly enjoy watching strange men fuck my wife!” My hands are claw-like and shaking in fury before me.
“Oh don’t be such a drama queen, it’s only a bit of playful sex,” says Susan. “Get over yourself for Chrissake.”
“I’m not some dippy hippie, Susan!” I spit.
“Neither am I, I’m in commercial real estate,” she sniffs. “Peter and I could probably buy and sell you a few times over.”
Peter looks pained at his wife’s outburst, and I feel deflated. I wrap a towel around myself and head out. A beautiful young girl with amazing breasts and womanly hips approaches me, stark naked. She smiles at me warmly. I catch myself looking at her body, make eye contact long enough to return the smile and then make my way back to the dressing room, trying to push down my boner as I jostle for space with naked men and women packed in around me, all of us trying to dress in the tiny dressing room.
When I get back to our room, I walk in to find Oscar on top of my spread eagle wife on our bed. He is ploughing her missionary style, Catie kneeling beside them, fingering herself and holding Oscar’s huge brown nutsack as he pounds my wife.
He looks up at me angrily as I enter. “Do you mind? We would like some privacy here.”
“Sorry honey, can you go wait for us in the dining room?” asks my wife contritely.
I slam the door and storm away. The threesome arrive to dinner an hour later and I glower at them throughout the meal, my wife hanging shamelessly on Oscar, reaching into his open shirt and rubbing his hairy chest the entire time, Catie, Peter, and Susan all looking on approvingly. I feel utterly humiliated. Angie even suggests that I take meditation instruction from Oscar to help me calm my mind. As though I would sit and let that smug asshole guide me through relaxation when my main stress is the fact that he’s fucking my wife. When they agree that Angie should take classes from him, I’m shocked at the price. What could be more humiliating that having to pay a charlatan to fuck your own wife on an ongoing basis? I’m going to need something a lot stronger than meditation to get me through this.
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