Work Bully Surprises Couple at Nude Baths

By Gustav Jorgenson

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My wife Allison is always planning weekend trips for.  She loves exploring Northern California and is always having to drag me along because I don’t really like to try new things.  I mean, I usually enjoy them once I try them, but I always resist for some reason. I guess I am just stuck in my habits and more comfortable doing familiar things.  So I was more than a little freaked out when Allison suggested visiting one of these clothing optional hot springs where people go out to the country to soak naked in mineral water.

“Oh god, no, Allison, please,” I laughed when my wife showed me the Wilbur Springs website.  “I need to relax. That jerk Erickson has been riding me all week. I don’t want to have to get naked around a bunch of strangers.  That’ll just stress me out.”

“You don’t have to get naked, look at this customer testimonial,” coaxed Allison.  She grinned at me as she wriggled with excitement next to me on the couch while we browsed the site on her laptop.  “People feel perfectly comfortable wearing swimsuits. Come on, I think this will be fun. Look, it says that they have Lithium in the water and it makes people relaxed.”

“Yeah, no wonder people feel comfortable enough to get nude around people they don’t know,” I muttered.

“Seriously, I think that’s part of it,” agreed my wife.   “Anyway, I booked the trip already, so you don’t have a choice.  I’m just going to make you do a new thing against your will and you will love it like you always do.”  Allison’s eyes were shining and she had a huge smile on her face. I couldn’t say no to my wife when she was in such high spirits.  So I went off back to my easy chair grumbling to myself.

“Other guys are going to look at you,” I said.

“Oh, well, let them look,” said Allison breezily.  “I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m still in good shape.”  She patted her belly to demonstrate. “See. Nice and flat still.  That’s why I work out. No wonder you are embarrassed to strip in public with your pot belly.”  My wife jumped up playfully and came to poke me in the belly.

“Ah, shit, I’m always working.  I don’t have time to work out,” I complained.  I pushed my wife away as she tried to tickle me.  “I can barely keep up with Erickson as it is. Our boss just made him team lead and put him above me.”

“I know, dear, I know.  All you ever talk about it is that terrible Erickson,” said Allison with a compassionate pout.  “But I’ll bet that once you soak in a lithium pool for a couple of hours, you will forget ALL about that bad nasty man.”

I smiled at my wife sadly and shook my head. 

That Friday, I let my boss know that I needed to take off early to head up to Wilbur Springs and he laughed knowingly which made me feel strange.  We did manage to beat the traffic and once we were out in the country, I really did feel all my cares and worries draining away. We passed fields with cows and rolling green hills.  The sky was blue and the weather was fine. I gave a sigh of relief and my wife patted my knee affectionately as we drove along through the idyllic scenery.

The resort itself was incredibly isolated.  There was no cell reception within 30 minutes of the place and the lodge and room were very basic.  No TV, no wifi. Just a simple, clean rustic place.  

“So you get a digital detox too!  That’s great,” enthused my wife. “You need to get off that phone once in awhile.”

“Yeah, great!” I said sarcastically.  I really was an internet addict, so I wondered how well I would handle being forced to go cold turkey from constant info-stimulation.

Allison and I took a hike around the grounds and enjoyed the natural beauty of the place for a while before checking out the springs.  They had one area that was designated a silent area with a roof over some pools they called “flumes”, and Allison wanted to try that one first. She and I both wore our swimsuits but we were the only visitors who did, and I actually felt a little strange about it.  I guess I had been picturing a scene with a lot of sexy younger people with perfect bodies, but I was put at ease by all the other people our age, in their forties and even older. Everyone was just as out of shape as I was, but no one seemed to mind. Guys walked around flaunting tiny penises hanging down without a care in the world.  Women with pot bellies and saggy breasts just smiled politely as we passed. It made me feel less uptight.

But once I got into the lithium water was when I really loosened up.  The effect was subtle at first, but after about a half hour, there was no denying it.  My anxieties had completely disappeared. We took a break in the cold pool outside and Allison was simply radiant.

“Omigosh, this is even better than I expected,” gushed my wife.  “I feel as though I don’t have a care in the world.” She looked around at the other nude bathers and then slipped the bathing suit straps off of her shoulders and wriggled out of it her  modest black one-piece suit. I was feeling so mellow that when her big boobs came popping out, I just laughed. Of course no one paid any attention, though I do think I saw a few men glancing at my wife’s naked form now and then before looking away hastily.  She did look good. Her big white boobs were very pert still at 42, her belly was still flat and he ass was tight. I felt myself getting an erection as I ogled her figure.

Everything was going wonderfully until we headed back toward the silent flumes and low and behold, who was there by my nemesis, Jim Erickson standing on the deck in his boxer shorts.  The tall, good looking bastard smirked at me as we approached. I glanced around trying to find an escape route, but there was none, so I just sighed and accepted my fate. We would have to say hello.  The lithium was in full effect so I didn’t even feel that nervous really.

“Oh god, here is that asshole Erickson I have been telling you about,” I muttered to my wife as we approached.  I gave him a friendly wave, but Erickson’s eyes were drawn immediately to my wife’s naked body and he never took his eyes off of her.  He immediately sprouted a large gnarly erection which was very visible in his flimsy underwear.

“Jim,” I said in greeting.  “Didn’t expect to see YOU here.”

“Ha, yeah, hello there Seymour.  The boys mentioned that you were coming up here and I thought it sounded like a fun thing to try.  I didn’t have time to pack a swimsuit, but I heard that wouldn’t be a problem,” he gestured down at his boxers in that self-deprecating way that I hated so much about him.  “And who is this gorgeous lady? Don’t worry, I won’t tell your wife I caught you with her.”

Allison laughed at his stupid joke and I noticed that her eyes were fixed on Jim’s huge johnson.  “I AM his wife, silly,” she giggled, holding her hand out to shake. “Allison.”

“Wow, Seymour’s a lucky man,” said Jim smoothly.  He took my wife’s hand in his and held onto it, looking my wife in the eye.  At that moment his cock spasmed and his veiny boner came popping out the flap in the front of his shorts.  My wife’s eyes widened at the sight of his aggressive looking cock. It was bigger than mine and the head was swollen and purple.

“Uh, yeah,” said my wife absently.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of Erickson’s straining dong.  He wagged his eyebrows at me lewdly when he noticed. Normally I would have been mortified, but the lithium gave the effect that this whole thing was happening to someone else, and I just felt a strange tingling in my belly.  “Um, yeah, anyway, Seymour tells me that you are the guy always giving him a hard time,” she said. She pulled her eyes away from Erickson’s penis and gave him a teasing frown.

“Ha, ha, that’s true about me.  I do give people a HARD time,” laughed Erickson.  He still hadn’t released my wife’s hand and his cock started bobbing up and down menacingly.  “I drive it in real hard.”

“Oh I bet you do,” breathed my wife as she watched his bouncing cock with interest.

“Um, phrasing?” I said.  I should have been upset to see my wife flirting with my nemesis, but somehow with the lithium, it was just giving me an erection.

“I know it’s naughty to joke about that in front of you, but he is just so feisty, honey,” laughed my wife, pointing at Erickson’s eager cock.

“Yeah, that’s…nice,” I said.  I rubbed my head in confusion.

“I think it’s making your husband nervous how interested in my dick you seem,” Erickson said.  He gave me a cruel smile and I felt a bit of annoyance pushing it’s way up through the lithium haze.

“I know it’s terrible of me to say it,” giggled Allison.  “But maybe Jimmy acts like such a big dick at work because his dick, is like, literally so big.”

Erickson laughed as he pulled his boxers off and stood nude facing my own naked wife.   I could almost sense the animal magnetism drawing them together as they eyed others naked bodies up and down.

“Come on, let’s go get back in the water,” I said.  I grabbed my wife’s arm and pulled her away from Erickson.  She gazed longingly over her shoulder back at his big cock, standing stiffly at attention.

“Oh, well then, I will join you,” he said and followed after us.

“Uh, well,” I said.  I wasn’t sure what else I could do.

Erickson followed us so closely that he poked my wife right in the butt with his hardon.

Allison yelped and I gave a cry of dismay, but we were shushed by an old japanese woman.

“This is the silent area!”  she scolded. “No yelling!”

“Yeah, quiet down you two,” whispered Erickson.  He had my wife by her hips and was jamming his cock right between her butt cheeks from behind.  She moaned with pleasure and leaned back against him until I yanked her away, eliciting a pout. I want to scold her, but the Japanese woman gave me a dirty look.  I passed the dirty look right back at Erickson, but he just shrugged and fingered the head of his glistening cock.

I lead my wife to the hottest flume and helped her in.

“He poked me in the bum with his thing,” she whispered to me with a sly grin.  “I liked it!”

“I’m sorry, you must really remain silent.  Totally silent here!” shouted the Japanese woman in frustration.  A couple of other people hissed at her in return. 

My wife and I shrank down in the water to hide from their censure as Erickson swaggered over confidently.  His big dick was swinging side to side like a billy club. He joined us in the flume and heaved a big sigh of relaxation.  I was relieved that he kept quiet and behaved himself and we all just sat soaking in the lithium water for a while. My anxiety about Allison’s flirtation with Erickson subsided.  I started to find it sort of funny what my wife said about his big dick. Maybe guys with bigger cocks did act ruder because they didn’t need to be nice to impress the ladies, they just needed to whip out their giant schlongs.  The thought made me chuckle to myself.

Allison patted my thigh under the water, which made my dick hard, which she noticed, so she grabbed onto it and started tugging my cock under the water while smiling at Erickson.

“I see what you are doing,” he hissed quietly.  “You should grab MINE if you want a REAL handful.”

“I would need BOTH hands for yours,” giggled my wife.

A naked elderly man with grey chest hair and pubic hair sauntered over and bent down near us.  “Sorry folks, I know you are having fun and all, but why don’t you go out to the other pool if you want to talk?  These flumes are for more of a meditation experience.” He winked at my wife for some reason and got up creakily and wandered off.

“Ok, come on,” Erickson said and he stood up and poked my wife right in the nose with the head of his dripping dong.   He was STILL hard somehow. He must have been really horny for my wife.

Allison grabbed his dick impulsively.  “Hey mister! Watch it with this thing, you could hurt somebody,” she purred, giving his rod a playful tug.

“Uh, honey, stop that, will you?” I asked.  My own pickle stood at attention as I watched my wife handling my rivals’ cock so carelessly.

“Oops, sorry, honey,” she said, releasing Erickson’s fat cock with a look of regret.  My heart was beating faster but somehow the lithium made it all seem sort of OK. Sure, my wife just grabbed another man’s cock.  A man who happened to be my nemesis at work. Oh well. No big deal really. 

We climbed out of the flume and went outside to the cooler pools.  The cool air felt good and it made Allison’s nipples nice and hard which Erickson noticed as well.  His boner just wouldn’t quit as he eyed my wife’s nubby areola.   

“Here, give me a hug before we get into the pool,” Erickson told my wife.  He grabbed her by the hand but she resisted coyly, drawing back from him.

“I wouldn’t mind giving you a friendly hug, but you would poke me with that big boner of yours,” she teased, pointing at Erickson’s straining cock.  His junk was sopping wet and his nuts hung down grotesquely, dripping water onto the wooden deck.

“Ah, we will find some place to stick it,” he grunted.  He pulled my wife toward him forcefully and she giggled but relented and allowed him to embrace her.  I was watching this all through my lithium haze as he prodded my wife’s cunt with his dong.

“Oh, you are always giving everyone a hard time,” panted my wife as he jammed his stiff rod against her twat.

“Oh, yeah, that’s just how I am,” he moaned.  I watched him gripping my wife’s bare ass cheeks in his hands and I started fingering my boner absently.  I briefly considered pulling my shorts off to jerk off while I watched, but I thought that might be against the rules or something.  It certainly would have been in bad taste.

“If I let you give me a hard time, will you go easier on my husband at work?” she asked Erickson coquettishly.

“Honey!” I complained.  But it was more out of habit, than out of real emotion.  I was suddently fascinated by the idea of Erickson fucking my wife.

“No, sorry, I have to maintain excellence in the workplace.  Seymour is a slacker and I need to stay on top of him,” muttered Erickson.  He was squeezing my wife around her narrow waist and was really trying to push his cock into her but he didn’t have a good angle since he was so much taller than her.

“Hey, I’m a good worker,” I croaked.  Somehow he still managed to ride me even as he was molesting my wife.

“No, you aren’t, and you know it. You need me to teach you how to work your wife properly,” laughed Erickson harshly.  Then he crouched down slightly and thrust his hips upward so that he was penetrating my wife from the front. She gave a cry of passion and clung to his strong arms as he slid the head of his cock right inside her.

“Hey, wait, what are you doing?” I asked.  I gripped my cock firmly as I watched my wife, with her beautiful pale hourglass figure, getting violated by my domineering coworker.  A couple of older men stopped to watch as well, including the old guy who asked us to leave the quiet flumes who I assumed was some sort of manager.

“Oh honey, he’s got the tip inside me,” gasped my wife.  “Naughty man.” But she seemed to be grinding her hips against him urgently as she said that. 

“It’s just the tip,” the big prick assured me with a smirk.

“You folks know how to have fun, alright,” the manager said.  He and some of the other men watching started to get hard as they watched Erickson trying to get his dick deeper into my wife.  “Normally we don’t allow sex out in the public areas, but as long as you are discreet, I guess it’s ok,” said the manager and he started brazenly stroking his cock as he watched my wife getting dicked by my rival.  A couple of the other guys started stroking their penises as well.

“No, that’s not right though,” I said blearily.  Obviously I would have been freaking out a lot more if it weren’t for the soothing effects of the lithium.  I even considered pulling my own shorts down and jerking it since the manager was doing so himself.

“Oh, he’s right, Jimmy.  I’m a married woman, after all,” said my wife as she drew reluctantly away from him.  His boner was practically purple at this point and his glans was shiny with my wife’s juices.

“Ugh, ok, ok,” he groaned.  He gripped his cock and pushed down hard on it,trying to get it under control.   He noticed a massage table nearby on the deck. “Uh, how about I give you a nice massage.”

“Oooh, I would like that,” chirped my wife. And she flung her naked body facedown onto the table expectantly.  

The group of older male onlookers moved to form a circle around the table as Erickson eagerly gripped my wife’s bare butt cheeks and started kneading them.  I glanced at the group of old hippies jerking off as the big dicked Erickson started manhandling my eager wife on the massage table. What a bunch of perverts we were.  I pulled my shorts down in resignation and started pulling on my own pud while I watched.

“This is weird you guys,” I complained weakly as I fondled myself.

“Look Seymour, your wife is very tense and needs a nice hard massage to loosen her up.  It’s so typical that I have to pick up the slack for you, but I don’t mind.” Erickson gripped my wife’s gorgeous bare thighs in his meaty paws and she cooed with pleasure.  Then he slid his rough hands up her silky inner thigh and prodded one brutish finger right into her vagina. She spread her legs to give him easier access and moaned. “See, you obviously don’t finger her enough.”

The guys jerking off around me hummed in satisfaction when they saw this.  “That’s my wife though, you aren’t supposed to,” I stammered helplessly. But I was jerking away the whole time I said it.

“But she likes it, just ask her,” Erickson told me. He was boldly sliding his index finger in and out of her while Allison clung desperately to the cushioned table, wriggling with pleasure.  His finger was slick with her juice.

“No, no,” she panted.  “Seymour is right. This isn’t proper.”

“Ok,” he said.  “How about a back rub then?” He withdrew his digit from my wife’s cunt and showed me how wet it was.

“Yes, that sounds harmless,” agreed my wife.  She was trying to catch her breath from the vigorous fingering he had given her.

Erickson walked around the table, swinging his big erection proudly back and forth.  He wagged his eyebrows at me lewdly.

“You are always swinging your dick around,” I said.  I felt a slight pang of annoyance with the big brute.

“Yep,” he agreed.  We went and stood at the head of the table with his cock inches from the top of my wife’s head.  When he bent over my wife to grip her shoulders, he swung his hips in such a way that his stiff cock came up onto the table and slapped her right in the face.

Allison giggled and turned her head slightly so his veiny shaft lay along her soft white cheek.  “Oh my gosh, look at this thing honey!” she said. “Oh, are you jerking off? So naughty. Here, watch me lick it then.”  And my cute little wife stuck out her small pink tongue and started lapping delicately at Erickson’s meaty shaft.

“Ooooh boy,” I gulped.  It was pretty hot though.

Erickson groaned with pleasure and shifted around so he could get the head of his penis into Allison’s mouth.  She greedily accepted it and started sucking it lustfully, looking me in the eye the whole time. What a slut she was turning out to be.

“Yeah, look at your wife sucking my dick,” grunted Erickson as Allison slurped his dong.  

She wriggled around on her back, and presented her big tits for him to fondle while she cupped his nuts in her hand.   She kept his dick in her mouth the whole time. She is pretty agile. The old men oohed and ahhed as she spread her legs and started fingering her clit.  One old guy got right up and peered between my wife’s legs and I noticed a dribble of cum dripping from his old pud as he tugged it. The sight of my wife’s spread open beaver was too much for him I guess.

“Ok, that’s enough.  Time for me to fuck your wife properly since you obviously have been slacking in that department, Seymour,” said Erickson.  He pulled his cock out of Allison’s mouth with a loud “pop” and she spread her legs wide apart in anticipation as he climbed right up on top of her and dropped his huge dick into my wife’s hot pink snatch.  The table creaked menacingly, but didn’t collapse under his added weight.

“Oh god, Jimmy is so much BIGGER than you, Seymour,” whined my wife.  “I can really feel it!”

The old men chuckled sheepishly at me as I blushed deeply.  It was certainly embarrassing to watch my wife submit to the huge cock of my competitor.  But I was on the verge of cumming, jerking off as I watched, and plus I was still in the midst of a lithium haze, so I shrugged it off.

Allison clung desperately to Erickson’s broad shoulders as he ploughed his dick into her.  His glutes started pumping up and down like a piston and I was afraid the table would collapse under his powerful thrusts.  Allison grunted as each jab of his cock landed home deep inside her womb.

“Work me, Jimmy!” she shouted.  “Work me hard!”

The old Japanese woman from the quiet flumes came out and hissed at my wife.  “Quiet down! We can hear you inside the silent area! Take her inside somewhere and poke her.  She’s too noisy!” But everyone ignored her and she actually stayed and watched with interest as the powerful Erickson had his way with my woman.

I heard that strangled whimper that my wife gives when she is climaxing and saw her shudder as the orgasm hit her, but Erickson just kept pumping away.  The manager and a few other guys shot their loads out on the deck and grinned at me sheepishly as the wandered off. I was on the verge myself.

Erickson turned to give me a cruel sneer as he drove himself deep into my wife.  “I am busting my nut up inside your wife, Seymour. After doing your work for you, once again!”  The boastful prick was lording his conquest over me. And I spurted my own meager load, stimulated by the humiliation.  It was painful, but it made me cum for some reason.

Erickson climbed smoothly off my wife and was gone.  Just like that. Allison leaned up on her elbows and smiled at me guiltily.  “Wow he really does work you hard, doesn’t he?” she asked. “My pussy is going to be sore for a week.”

“Uh, yeah,” I agreed.

We stayed the whole weekend and Erickson pretty much fucked my wife at will the whole time.  In our bed, down by the pools, in the water in the silent flume, wherever. Luckily I was soothed by the constant lithium soaks.  But when we got back to San Francisco and Erickson started inviting himself over to dinner every night and fucking my wife right on the dining room table, well that was a little harder to deal with. I might actually need to get a lithium prescription.

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