This is a true story that happened about 6 years ago. A little long but it was very erotic.
“I invited Cathy over for dinner and a soak in the hot tub tonight” announced my wife, Tracey, out of the blue. Cathy had been divorced for about two years and had met Tracey and me a couple of months previously at a school function.
“OK” , I said and added facetiously “but does she know we don’t wear clothes in the hot tub?” When Tracey replied “Oh, I don’t think that will worry her”, I was surprised and my interest was really sparked because all I remembered about Cathy was that she was petite and gorgeous and somewhat demure.
Dinner that night was a lot of fun with much wine consumed by all three of us and some nervousness on my part because I had no idea how Cathy would react when the time came to use the tub. Would she be happy to strip or would we all have to wear swimsuits (that would be a disappointment!) The conversation during dinner started mundanely but gradually became more personal as Cathy talked about her ex-husband and that the two brief and sexual encounters she had had since – the latest with a black man, whom she described as “huge where it counted”. You can imagine how that made me feel knowing I would probably soon be exposing my own fairly average equipment.
“I invited Cathy over for dinner and a soak in the hot tub tonight” announced my wife, Tracey, out of the blue. Cathy had been divorced for about two years and had met Tracey and me a couple of months previously at a school function.
“OK” , I said and added facetiously “but does she know we don’t wear clothes in the hot tub?” When Tracey replied “Oh, I don’t think that will worry her”, I was surprised and my interest was really sparked because all I remembered about Cathy was that she was petite and gorgeous and somewhat demure.
Dinner that night was a lot of fun with much wine consumed by all three of us and some nervousness on my part because I had no idea how Cathy would react when the time came to use the tub. Would she be happy to strip or would we all have to wear swimsuits (that would be a disappointment!) The conversation during dinner started mundanely but gradually became more personal as Cathy talked about her ex-husband and that the two brief and sexual encounters she had had since – the latest with a black man, whom she described as “huge where it counted”. You can imagine how that made me feel knowing I would probably soon be exposing my own fairly average equipment.
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