Hi again guys! The feedback from the first parts of my confession really overwhelmed me, so I had to take a good long break from writing down this story from one of the craziest weekends of my life. But now I think I am ready to continue a bit, at least. I’m trying to write it with as much details that I can remember, while still being somewhat entertaining.
For new readers, this is the sixt part of my confession from me (F31) and my husband’s (M31) weekend in the mountains with my best friend (F32) and her fit, fireman-husband (M34). Read the first parts for full context, find them on my profile :) I also love your reactions and comments, so keep ’em coming please.
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I just sat there, trying to compose myself after having lost my shit to the hard stream of water directed at my willing pussy just seconds before. My friend had used this special, naughty jacuzzi to degrade me to a needy girl cumming before her very eyes, and had just revealed that she knew all about my little adventure the day before, orgasming in the shower to the sight of her naked, blessed husband (more about that in earlier parts found on my profile).
Now, we were both topless in the outside jacuzzi, and our husbands were returning from the local afterski pub. A light stream of water was still teasing me, as to get me ready and going for another round.
The nipples on my E-sized boobs were right at the water surface, coming into view and then disappearing as the bubbles continued to rumble in the big, hot tub. I lowered myself into the water a bit to conceal my boobs. This included getting my pussy even closer to the nozzle, but it still seamed like the proper thing to do.
My friend made no such attempt and looked like she was willingly going to expose herself in front of our men that was quickly nearing from around the corner of the cabin.
“Hello girls”, her firefighter husband said as they both turned the corner. They were both visibly intoxicated. Later I learned that there had been a shot contest at the bar. My husband had won (or lost, depending on how you see it) and was quite drunk. When he looked up at us and saw my friend’s nicely sized boobs out in the open, he immediately opened both his eyes and mouth wide before quickly looking over at me. His facial expression was a mix of “What on earth is going on here” and “Is it ok if I have a look”.
“Oh my, look at you ladies having a nice time with bubbles both in your glasses AND around you”, her husband said, scanning our bodies somewhat covered up by the moving water.”Yes, we’re having a great time, aren’t we?”, she said looking over at my flustered face. I just nodded in response. My drunk husband had fixed his eyes to my topless friend’s rack, before waking up from his trance and did his best to produce an understandable sentence.
“I think I should probably take a power nap so I’m able to stay up for a while tonight”, he said and stumbled towards the entrance.
“Oh that’s probably not a bad idea, Mr. Shot”, my friend’s husband responded and laughed. He turned his head and looked straight at me. I was going to be left alone with this calculating, teasing hot couple and I didn’t know if I should be scared or excited. The water still caressing my entire pussy under the surface probably nudged me towards the latter.
As my husband went inside, this fit 34 year old man looked at us and politely asked if he could join us. Being the closest to actually owning the cabin, he didn’t need to wait for our response. He removed his skiing gear and clothes down to his black boxers. The familiar shape of his large member was clearly visible though the fabric as he came into the water, almost stepping over me. My friend sat up and let her husband glide in behind her, so she could sit in front of him, leaning her head back on his chest and shoulders. Her bust was now even more out in the open and the cold air made her nipples tense up a bit. I could only imagine what it would be like to feel him getting hard behind me, and I envied my friend. My head was fuzzy from both the tension and the water jet.
My friend leaned back around to kiss her husband. The kiss developed into making out and soon she had turned all the way and was sitting between his legs. He had a broad pose with both his arms leaning on the sides of the jacuzzi above the water. Her hands had been holding on to his shoulders, but now slowly slid down from his shoulders and disappeared in the bubbling water.
“What is this, now”, I thought, as i could feel my excitement-level rising from both the tension and the caressing water. If I were to move away from the nozzle underneath, it would mean that my boobs would be all out in the open for my bathing partners to see. A part of me wanted to do just that. I have always been complimented for them, and I knew that it could mean to gain just a little bit of sexual power in this weird new relationship. But I didn’t know if i was ready to take that step, showing off like that on purpose.
The couple in the other corner smirked at each other. My friend was clearly moving her hands around down there in the water, and it was pretty clear which area of her husbands body she was handling. I took new big sips of my wine. I tried to look away as best I could, but my horniness tricked me into looking over at them once in a while.
“I really like to come up here”, my friend said looking over at me. Although i couldn’t see it, it was now really clear. Her shoulder-movements was more rhythmical, and her upper body was leaning slightly back and forward. Her cheeky facial expression made it clear that she wanted me to know that she was stroking her husband’s huge member below the bubbles. She looked at me, waiting for my reaction. If anything, she must have seen a really confused friend, trying with all her might to analyze the situation, and what next move to make.
“And you two are such great company”, my friend said, now stroking even more firmly with both hands. I was in no doubt that both hands would fit on that big dick.
“You’re so good at just joining in on all the fun”, she continued. “And we really like to share the fun with you”, she said while lifting her left hand over towards me, palm up. I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t even hesitate at that moment. I gave her my left hand, and let her slowly bring it under water. Her husband was not even looking, just laying with his head leaned backwards and enjoying the work still being done to him with my friend’s right hand. My hand real slowly was led by her’s, closer and closer to his cock.
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And on that deciding moment, for me and possibly for my marriage, I’ll take a little break from writing. Please let me know if you liked it, and if there is any interest to read about the rest of the weekend. Take care.
Scandi