Hot Tub with My Wife's Best Friend

Quarantine sucked, let's be honest. Sure it had it's perks and my wife and I were able to connect more, but the longer it went on the worse it got. We had been having sexual problems for some time; call it a libido mismatch or just plain ole' not enough fucking, but I felt it the longer our time together went on. Being stuck at home with someone for 6 months really let's you know where you are as a couple, and I knew that we just weren't on the same page sexually.

My wife Connie has a body that most men would beg to cum inside. She has large natural C cups that look huge on her 5'4" frame, and a curvy and tanned body with an ass to die for, and a trimmed pussy more on the hairy side that leaks when she is turned on. Her long dirty blonde hair comes down to just above her ass and looks California surfer girl-esque, if you know what I mean.

Never have I used the term sexually adventurous to describe her, though. Everything is quite vanilla and we stick to the same positions for the most part. Cowgirl, missionary, doggy style, and occasionally a few others make into into our repertoire. I've bought her beautiful lingerie and sexy bikinis, but she always feels self conscious and never wants to put them on. I've brought up swinging and the hot wife lifestyle which don't appeal to her, anal is off the table, and she doesn't even let me go down on her. The only thing she tolerates on the kink spectrum is occasionally fucking my ass with a dildo, though a strap-on is off the table.

Aside from all of that I love her very, very much. She's my soulmate and I will do anything to make her happy and just want to explore with her. We've done the therapy thing, and have even seen a sex therapist to try to bring some spark into the bedroom, but to no avail. We're hardly the first couple that have gone through something such as this, but when you are watching porn and jerking off multiple times a week because you aren't getting any, ideas begin to enter your head that you might not have considered before.

After months and months of being trapped together, lockdown began to end. The world had opened back up and after we were vaccinated, our social life began to bounce back. Hanging out with friends became a priority, and it was great to get a break from the issues we were having at home. We went out to the movies, tried the date night thing with dinner and drinks, and started to get back into our old routine. Still, no advances in the bedroom.

One day while we were home in the kitchen, my wife received a text that instantly put a smile on her face. Furiously she typed away and hit enter, placing her phone down to look up at me and smile. "Becca wants to know if we want to go to a cabin for a weekend at the end of July. It's out in Tennessee at her parents cabin and she wanted to get everyone together now that more people were available." Great, I thought, knowing that it would be her college friends and maybe some of their husbands. Good people, not really the get drunk and party at cabin types though.

"Sure babe, whatever you want. Who's all going? It would be nice to get away for a long weekend and hang out in the middle of nowhere." We'd been to her cabin before and it was more of a luxurious house than anothing else, sitting on 10 acres of land with massive stone fireplaces, 6 bedrooms, a game room, and a hot tub big enough to fit 10.

"So far it's just us and Becca but she texted Frank and Lena, and Mark and Julie as well. I haven't seen them in what has felt like years and it will be so fun! I can't wait to spend some time with the girls and you can hang out with the guys and go fishing in the stream."

"Yeah babe, sounds like a great time. I'm looking to see them as well!" I said, putting on my best fake smile and knowing that deep down inside I didn't really have much desire to see Julie or Lena, and especially not their banker husbands who wanted to spend the whole time talking about portfolios and this and this. Whatever, it's a free trip to a beautiful home and I can just grab a case of beer and my fishing rod and be a happy camper.

Lena and Julie RSVP'ed, which was fine, but I still wasn't overly enthusiastic about the trip. I kept telling myself it would be nice to get away, and I looked forward to spending the weekend somewhat disconnected. We drew closer to our departure, and about a week out my wife informed me that Lena and her husband wouldn't be able to make it as Frank's mother was ill and they were traveling to Chicago to spend time with her. Then as luck would have it, Julie and Mark backed out as Julie was swamped at work and couldn't get away.

"Dodged a bullet there" I thought to myself. My wife was somewhat upset, but mostly glad we were still going to spend some time with Becca and the trip wasn't ruined. It would be more relaxing with the three of us, and I didn't have to pretend like I was interested in the bullshit that Frank and Mark would likely be spewing. We packed our bags, and that Friday we left on the four hour drive to the cabin.

"What time is Becca getting there?" I asked, unsure if we were going to beat her there.

"She's already there. Apparently she left last night and got the house setup. We'll have lunch when we get there and then we'll have the next three days to do whatever we want! I can't wait to see her, it's really been too long."

"Awesome, I'm looking forward to it. Maybe when we are there we can get some alone time in the hot tub? Maybe do a little bit of skinny dipping?" I suggested, with a devilish grin on my face.

"Is all you ever do is think about sex? I haven't seen my closest friend in who knows how long and all you are thinking about is getting your dick wet. You never change, do you?"

Well, I could see this was going to be a fun and exciting trip and that we were already off on the right foot...

We pulled into the driveway and made our way to the front of the three car garage at the front of the house. We hopped out and I started to grab our bags when Becca appeared on the balcony. "Connie! I'm so glad you guys made it! Come give me a hug!"

My wife took off up the steps to the wrap around balcony where Becca stood, and the two of them embraced in a hug. They were like little kids and skipped inside to the massive living room where they plopped down on the large sectional sofa, a glass of wine already poured for my wife. "I guess I'll carry all this shit upstairs on my own." I thought to myself.

I got everything dropped off in the bedroom that Becca had assigned us, and made my way out to the living room. "How have you been? You look great! I see you were working out during quarantine." It was nice for someone to notice. I had been hitting the gym almost everyday since we were stuck in the house, and switched to two a days over the last few months. The gym time had paid off and I had lost 20 lbs and packed on some muscle.

"Everything has been fine. You know me, just keeping busy at work and trying to stay sane. I don't know how many shows I watched on Netflix, but I know it's an unhealthy amount. What happened to that guy you were dating? Jim was it?" Becca was the only single one of the group, though she dated frequently and none of them seemed to last.

"Oh him, that's so last month." Both my wife and Becca began to laugh, and I felt like there was something I was missing. This was either an inside joke or something that I had not been privileged with.

"Spill the beans, what happened there?" I pushed, as they continued to snicker and look at each other.

"Let's just say he wasn't big enough for the job." This caused another bout of laughter, for which Becca followed up with, "unlike you from what I understand." My wife turned beat red, and looked away while Becca looked me dead in the eyes and gave me a quick wink.

"I guess you do share everything...". I already knew this, but this had been the first time Becca had ever been so bold as to mention it to me. "And on the note, I'm going to hit the stream and get some fishing in. You too have fun and don't drink too much wine."

I headed for the basement to grab some fishing equipment, and as I walked away I could hear the laughter as they carried on. I was glad my wife was getting to spend time with her friend, and I knew she really needed it. Who knows, maybe this will rejuvenate her and she'll get back in the game.

Hours passed, beers were drank, and no fish were caught. I made my way back to the house to find my wife and Becca in the kitchen cooking dinner and chatting away. "Anything bite?" Becca asked.

"No unfortunately not."

"Well, if you play your cards right maybe I will later." Becca added. The two of them began cackling again. I couldn't think of how strange this was as she had never been this way before, but it all seemed like good clean fun, so far.

"I'm going to hop in the shower. I stink after being out in the sun all afternoon."

"Alright, dinner will be ready in 20, so bring your cute butt right back out here." Connie added.

After showering I dressed myself in a pair of running shorts and a tank top and made my way out to the dining room table. We talked and laughed, or should I say Becca and Connie did, and then proceeded to clean up. It was getting dark and we all settled in to watch a movie; some chick flick with no discernible plot. I took this as an opportunity to sneak in a few work emails, and faded off for a short nap in my chair.

I woke up as the movie was ending, and the girls were still chatting away. On the table was a bottle of wine that was completely empty, and a second that they had just opened. Great, this can only go super well for me. What could possibly go wrong with the two of them shitfaced? More than likely it was someone throwing up in the bathroom and another one crying, but it was too late to figure out which one it would be. Luckily, they were still in good spirits.

I looked over and said, "Anyone down for the hot tub? I could really use a soak."

Both of them chimed in with a resounding "Yes" and we headed to our rooms to put on our suits. My wife, as always, was wearing a very conservative bikini that showed barely anything at all. It was a shame since she has such a nice body, but it wasn't like I was going to change her mind now. I threw on a pair of board shorts and I was ready to go.

Becca had beat us out to the hot tub and was removing the cover as we approached, and my wife instructed me to help. "Go over there and get that. Becca, don't worry about it he'll do it." Her speech was slurred and I could tell she was feeling it. There were already two new glasses of wine on the table next to the hot tub, and a beer waiting for myself.

Becca was bending over trying to get one of the straps for the cover undone as I approached. I couldn't help but stare at her ass in the floral print bikini she was wearing. My eyes traveled down her legs and then back up. I could see her pussy pushing against the fabric and a few hairs out the sides that escaped the confines of her bikini bottoms. "Damn..." I thought to myself, as I guess a question I had never asked myself was answered. "I guess she's in the no shave club."

Her full ass was really stretching the material, and it began to creep up her crack. As I bent down next to her I could see her unlined top holding in her perky breasts and her hard nipples on display. They weren't large by any means, and honestly I had never thought of her in a sexual way, but seeing her body that night had my cock stirring to life.

"Here, let me get that." I said as I reached over and got it unstuck. I moved to grab the cover and as I went around her side, and lifted it off the hot tub. The girls stepped in and I grabbed their drinks and handed them over. I sank down in a seat next to my wife as Becca sat across from us.

"God this feels good." Becca added, leaning her head back and exposing the tops of her covered breasts above the water. Her nipples were still at attention and I saw them straining to be freed. She definitely kept herself in somewhat of shape, though she had a few extra pounds on what I would consider an average frame. I don't think she had ever worked out in her life, but perky tits and a round ass are just fine for me.

I looked over at my wife and noticed that she was fading fast. They always say you get drunker in a hot tub, and in this case it was true. Her eyes were closed and she was rambling on about nothing in particular. After a few minutes, she got up and said "I need to go to bed." No fanfare, no discussion, no do you want to come with me, nothing. She grabbed her towel and headed inside.

"Well I guess she is done for the night." I added.

"She always has been a lightweight. Too bad, this water feels so good. Do you want to turn on the jets, I could really use a massage." Was this an invitation? Nah, I'll ignore it. I definitely don't need to get myself in trouble, especially not on day 1. I reached over, messed with the buttons, and then water started streaming out and onto our bodies. This was the life.

"So what was that comment about earlier?"

"What comment are you referring to?" Becca questioned.

"Oh, you know, something about being big enough for the job..."

"Hahahaha. Yeah, you know we share everything and penis size is a subject of discussion that comes up occasionally with women. When I was telling Connie about the guy I was dating she may have spilled the beans. Funny that it never came up until now."

"Well, thank you I guess? I definitely wouldn't consider myself large by any means, and from what I've read I'm barely on the larger size of average." Honestly, I'm not that well endowed. I measure in at 6.5 inches and it's never been the talk of the town before.

"I've never been a size queen" Becca responded, "Though I definitely do enjoy girth a lot more. I hear you aren't bad in that department either." She was looking me dead in the eyes and I couldn't help but look back. There was no blushing on my part, though my cock was now stirring back to life. If we kept up this talk for too long I would be at full mass any minute.

"So I've been told..." I said as I stared back. That part is more accurate. I'm not as thick as a coke can or anything, but I've been told I can really fill up the unsuspecting. "Whatever, be good, be good, be good." I thought to myself.

"And how did it never come up before that you are uncircumcised? To be honest, I've never been with an uncircumcised guy. Hell, I've never even seen one in person. We used to joke about anteaters back in college and how none of us would ever hook up with a guy with foreskin, though that was a long time ago. I still didn't know any of my friends were with an uncut guy though until Connie recently told me."

Damn. OK, this is getting personal. The other part to the equation was that my uncut cock was now hard and tenting my board shorts. Good thing the jets were still rocking and all was hidden beneath the water. She was definitely feeling tipsy and so was I, and to be honest it was nice to talk about something sexual for once.

"Well sorry that you have never been with an uncut guy? Not even sure what to say there. From what I'm told it's the same when you are fucking, but there is more to work with when you are giving head. It's all the same though if you push back the foreskin, it just glides back and forth over the head."

"I made Connie go into all the details." She added with a devilish grin. "Why don't you show me so I can see for myself. I'll give you a thorough examination." She teased. I wasn't sure if she was serious, but at this point I was horny and wanted to find out.

"I don't think that's appropriate... you see, this conversation has gotten me worked up."

"You mean you are hard just from me talking about your dick! Haha, now I do want to see. Please...". She put on her best pouty face and pushed out her lower lip. I wanted to do this so bad but I felt like I was almost being set up. If she wanted to see my dick, maybe she would want to suck it too. What a change of pace that would be...

"I still don't think that's a good idea..."

She cut me off, moving forward in the hot tub and sitting down next to me. On her way over she killed the jets and the water soon became calm. There was no hiding the tent in my trunks now, and she definitely looked down as she took her new seat. "I'll tell you what, we won't make it sexual. Let's just make it a good old fashioned skinny dip. I'll get naked if you will. Deal?"

This sounded intriguing. My mind raced back to her ass and the hairs I saw sticking out the sides of her bottoms, and her hard nipples that were mere inches away. What could go wrong... "OK" I muttered.

"Here's the ground rules. Each person has to get up and stand in the middle of the hot tub and strip for the other. No touching allowed, but you can look at and pose the person however you want." She once again winked as she bit her lip. She knew this was naughty, but I could tell she was really liking the idea.

"Well it doesn't seem fair. I'm hard, and it's not like I will see if you are aroused."

"Hunny, no one wants to see a soft dick. Get your ass to the middle of the tub and take those shorts off."

"I think I'd be more comfortable if you went first. That way I know you aren't just going to get me naked and start laughing at me."

"Do you really think I would do that?" That question didn't matter, she stood up and faced me in the center of the pool. "What do you want me to take off first? Tits or pussy? Dealers choice."

"Let's go with the tits..."

"Tits it is!" She reached behind her and undid the clasp, holding the thin material in her hand as it clung to her breasts. She slowly pulled it away exposing the nipples I had been dying to see, surrounded by half dollar sized areolas that I wanted to put into my mouth immediately. Laughing, she threw the top at me and turned around. "Which way do you want me when I take off the bottoms? Facing towards you or facing away?"

"Away." I could hardly say anything. My cock was so hard and all I wanted to do was have her ride me right then and there.

Becca spread her legs two feet apart and looked over her shoulder at me. She had a shit eating grin on her face, and she looped her fingers into the sides of the bottoms, bent forward at the waste, and slowly pulled them down. Inch by inch I was exposed to more of her full ass, and as she got to just above her asshole she stopped. "Enjoying the show?" She said as she stared at my hand rubbing my hard cock through my suit.

I didn't even respond, not that anything actually needed to be said. Pretty sure my hand on my cock said everything that needed to be said. She continued the show and as she continued down, her bush popped into view and I could see two glistening lips covered in hair. Her pussy was definitely an "outie" and she had full lips that were begging to be fucked, or licked, or whatever. I didn't care, I just wanted her.

She spun around and stepped up on the seats to either side of me so that her pussy was right in front of my face. She ran her fingers through it as she used her other hand to pinch one of her nipples. This was full on 70's porn star bush and I was loving it. There was nothing more in life that I wanted at that moment then to see that hair covered in my cum after I had finished fucking it.

"Alright, your turn!" She said as she stepped down, fully knowing that she was in full control.

"But wait!" I protested, "I thought I got to pick some poses for you?!"

"And would you have picked any other poses? No? Then get your ass up."

She was right. There was no changing it and I was so turned on that I just wanted to get out of my shorts and see what would transpire. She made her way back to her seat as I stood and faced her. Not knowing what to say or what to do, I quickly grabbed my shorts and pulled them off, standing there with my cock straining in front of her.