Hot Tub Cum

My husband and I are in the hot tub one night. We are literally unwinding from a very stressful month, which included a new job for me, a lot of work for our plumbing company, a new granddaughter. Yeah, lots going on.

I feel his hand rest on my thigh….then higher…..then my lower stomach. Instinctively, I spread my legs open as wide as I could and laid my head back. Without hesitation, we goes for my hairless pussy. He immediately finds my always exposed clit and works her slow then more rapidly. I am one big nerve….fuck. After a few minutes of being on the edge, in some guttural voice I say Jeff, fucking finish me already. His fingers pinned my clit to the bone behind it with his knuckles and sent me sinfully over the edge. I came like never before. But he never stopped. He just kept on pummeling my clit, relentless knuckle stimulation….another hard cum. He is working on the third cum and he says he has something to ask me. Gutturally, I say anything…just do not stop. Anything???? Yes!!!!! Anything you bastard!!!!

I want to watch Chris fuck you!

What? Fuck…. Fuck….fuck….the bastard finally slowed down so I could talk. Chris is a very large black client of ours and he is always flirting with me. I asked why? My husband said he is always asking me to sleep with you and I think it would be hot. He gives me no time to answer and blasts his knuckles into my clit. Fuckkkkk….no up and down and no left to right….just rotating hard pressure. I could feel my pussy creaming like never before. Jeff, do not tease me. Please finish me. I will do anything. I need to cum. Anything???? Yes, anything!!! I am right there now and I start to cum. He says say it….say I will let Chris fuck me!!!! This was the hardest and longest cum I have ever had! Out of my mouth comes I want Chris to fuck me! It stopped seemingly five minutes later. My head was a blur, my body was tingly. My pussy was creamy. My head is laid back.

Jeff says…anything? Yes, anything! I just want that pleasure again soon. Even Chris? Yes, I want Chris to fuck me. Set it up.

Later that night, it occurred to me that I used the word WANT. Did I want Chris to fuck me or just allow him to fuck me? This one word distracted me all day, to the extent that I felt bad about it. After dinner, I mentioned it to Jeff. His response was true to who he is (just the facts he always says) - do you want Chris to fuck you? My response was yes, I would thoroughly enjoy Chris fucking me.