by Deborah Bennett
The cool water lapped around my body and I submerged myself one last time, swimming to the surface to float on my back. My hair tickled my shoulders and the gentle waves created by my body massaged my head, sending pleasurable tremors of excitement down through me and back up again. God, I was sensitive when hung-over. A swim in the hotel’s pool had been the perfect thing.
Against the pool’s edge, my husband rested his head, his body enveloped by the water. His eyes were closed and his chest gently raised and fell. He was feeling as rough as I was after his cousin’s wedding the night before where we’d drunk ours and everyone else’s share of red wine.
I swam to him and he instinctively invited me against his body. I buried my face in his neck and enjoyed his buoyant form freely swaying in time with me.
We were alone in the lap pool, except for a younger couple nearby. I recognised them from the wedding; they were on the bride’s side. They were splashing each other, kissing and laughing. She caught me looking at her and smiled cheekily, running her hand down her man’s chest until I couldn’t see it. He responded by running his hand over her breast, into her bikini top and fingering her nipple. They didn’t seem to care they that we were there.
Feeling Mark get hard against me, I realised he was watching them too. “I’m ready to get out,” I whispered to him. I felt as if we should leave the other couple alone and I was now desperately horny.
“Why don’t we go in the steam room for a bit before we go back to the room?” he whispered. His breath against my ear sent electricity through me and I was willing to go wherever he wanted me to.
I felt the girl watch us as we climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels and headed to the steam room. I looked back and she smirked sexily while her man kissed her neck. I smiled back and let the steam room door close behind me.
The white, tiled room was perfectly clouded in steam to hide us from the world outside but light enough that the heat wasn’t stifling.
Mark pulled me towards him, kissing me hard. It was obvious he wanted me and the thrill of having other people right outside was achingly sexy.
He sat on the bench which was wet with condensation and pulled me down on him, hungrily grabbing at my wet body and kissing the back of my neck as I faced away from him.
The door opened suddenly, giving us a fright. I jumped up, holding my towel against me. It was the couple from the pool.
“Sorry to startle you,” the man said with a sexy English accent. “Katie and I just wondered if we could join you?” He offered his hand to Mark to shake, introduced himself as Peter then climbed to the second level bench, his dark eyes settled on Katie.
Katie moved closer to me, reached up and moved a piece of my hair that had stuck to my cheek. “You’re incredibly sexy,” she mumbled. As she touched me, my body, like a magnet, gravitated towards her. “I’d like to kiss you,” she said.
Mark and I had only ever dabbled in group sex once before and I’m not sure how these two decided we’d be keen to couple with them; perhaps they just took a gamble, but I was completely under Katie’s spell and willing to go with whatever was about to happen.
I gently tugged the top of her bikini bottoms, pulling her to me, and kissed her mouth. Women are so delicious to kiss. They are so soft and passionate. The steam in the room was making me sweat but the feel of her small, firm breasts against my large ones was making me hotter. She undid the halter neck of my bathers and smiled at my exposed tits. “My god,” she gasped. “They’re incredible! Look, Pete! Aren’t they incredible? Don’t you want to touch them?”
Katie took my breasts in both hands, kissing, licking, teasing and playing with them. I could hear the guys’ breathing getting heavier as they watched us enjoy each other. My hands ran all over her slim, tight, wet body, taking off her bikini and touching her smooth, waxed vagina. Her knees buckled slightly as I circled my fingers around her beautiful little pussy, teasing her and then sliding my finger inside her.
This seemed to be too much for Peter and he groaned with desire. Katie giggled. “Are you feeling left out, babe?” she purred, and as if to drive him totally crazy, pushed me down on the bench, spread my legs and knelt in front of me. She looked up at me; her blonde hair wet against her face and her big blue eyes danced with playfulness. “I’m hungry,” she laughed and plunged her tongue deep inside me, biting, licking, sucking and bringing me to orgasm.
Licking me off her lips, she climbed up to Peter and took his cock in her mouth. Mark had been quietly watching the whole show unfold but was obviously aching with desire now and I wanted him just as badly. Katie knelt on the first bench, making a meal of Peter’s cock while Mark bent me over and slid inside me easily; I was still wet from Katie’s mouth.
Unable to handle watching Katie’s little pussy bobbing up and down while she pleasured Peter, I manoeuvred ourselves over to her, took her arse in my hands and licked her vagina. This drove Mark crazy and made him fuck me harder, so I licked her harder, which made her suck Peter harder. Sweating, fucking, sucking and licking, the sex in the air was pungent and delicious; each one of us pleasuring each other in a train of desire.
I felt that Mark was ready to cum and I wanted us to all climax together so at the right moment, I pushed two fingers into Katie, licked her clit and ground against her g-spot with my knuckles. She yelped with pleasure which set of a chain reaction. She grabbed Peter’s cock, making him orgasm in her mouth, she orgasmed on my tongue and Mark came deep inside me.
Breathless and spent, we sat, comforted by the steam which cradled our bodies, providing the perfect after-sex atmosphere. Katie and I dressed in silence, kissed one last time then said our farewells.
On leaving the steam room, we noticed another couple had decided on a swim. They greeted us as we walked past. “Hot in there?” the woman asked.
“Yes!” we all agreed in unison and then dissolved in giggles before going our separate ways.