A Weekend Away 1 - Tina's Big Idea

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” she asked in a quiet voice. Her blue eyes glittered as she turned them on me.

“I - I don’t know,” I said, trying to ignore the steady hardening of my cock under the water and my wife’s creeping hand. “Nothing, really.”

“You don’t have any kinks or fetishes?” she asked. The smile on her pink lips was disarming, but my skin prickled uncomfortably. It had taken me months to open up to Alice when we first started dating. I’d known Tina for years now, but that didn’t make me feel any less awkward at the directness of her question.

“Not really,” I said. And it was kind of true. I didn’t really think I had. At that time, sex for me seemed good enough, without any further complications. On the occasions when I had recourse to the internet and its infinite supply of pornographic material, I never felt any real need to go hunting for specifics. My mainstream tastes were usually catered to on page one of any site I happened upon. I’m not naive. I know there’s a whole world of sexual exploration out there. I’d just never felt the need to stray too far from home.

“Pity,” Tina smirked. “How about you, Al?” Alice giggled as she pressed her body closer to me. The water bubbled up between her breasts, her big boobs shuddering invitingly in the dim light as her hand slid further up my leg.

“You know me, T,” she said. “Nothing wild. Just a few little…impulses.”

“Really?” It was Tina’s turn to giggle as I turned to my wife in surprise. Six years of marriage and this was the first I was hearing of any impulses. I had always thought my wife’s tastes fundamentally the same as my own in the bedroom. Good head, good sex, some cuddles after. Nothing fancy. No need to put on a show. As far as I knew, she had no complaints. And hearing her talk to Tina like this pressed the button hidden deep inside every man, the button marked ‘inadequacy’. “What kind of impulses?”

“Well…” Alice’s eyes were shining as bright as Tina’s as she turned them from me to the other woman and back again. Her teeth showed as she smiled, white against the growing darkness, and her tongue traced the shape of her lips mischievously. “I’ve always thought…no, it’s too embarrassing!” She covered her face with her hands as she dissolved into a fit of nervous giggles. Steam rose from her shoulders like the clouds that swell from the wooded slopes of the mountains after rain. Her brown curls were tied back behind her head in a ponytail. I remember when she bought that bikini, for a holiday to Mexico last winter. Hot pink and carefully underwired, it did outrageous things with her already mouth-watering cleavage. My cock surged desperately under the water as I looked at my wife, still as sexy as the day I married her. The thought that she had some hidden depths of sexual desire only made my own arousal grow.

“Come on, we’re all friends here,” Tina goaded her. “I guarantee you it’s nothing I haven’t heard before. In fact, I’ve probably tried it before.” Alice laughed as she removed her hands from her blushing face.

“I bet you have, you skank,” she laughed. Tina shrugged.

“It’s just sex,” she said. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Ok.” Alice sat up. A sheen of water slid over the soft skin of her breasts in the tight pink bikini top, making my breath catch in my throat. Her eyes, a deeper blue than Tina’s pale irises, looked dark in the gathering night as she shifted her gaze between the two of us. I couldn’t tell if it was nerves or desire that made her bite her lower lip that way, but whatever it was, I couldn’t ignore it. The idea of my wife as some naughty little kinkster was making my blood throb.

“Sometimes,” she said slowly, and her hand dipped below the water again. I tried not to jump as I felt it find my thigh. “Sometimes, I think about…watching. Or being watched. Like, in public or something.” Her hand was between my legs now, and I coughed in a feeble attempt to disguise my gasp as my wife’s hand found my throbbing manhood. She began stroking me, right there in front of her best friend, and if the bubbles of the hot tub concealed what she was doing, that did nothing to rob the moment of its dark eroticism.