Hot Tub in the Dark

We were in the Sierra Mountains, my bride and I, having bicycled hundreds of miles to get to this spot, enjoying the Lord’s creation all around us.  We had parked our bicycles and cargo trailer, doffed our bike clothes (the campground and vicinity were clothing-optional), set up our tent, and cooked dinner.

After relaxing a bit, around dusk we wandered over to one of the communal open-air hot-spring tubs, took quick open-air shower, and slipped in. The silky hot water felt wonderful to our mountain-tired legs.  There were a few other nude soakers around, but not too many at first.  As darkness fell more and more people came, until we were one of many in the tubs.

As full darkness fell, my wife snuggled up to me, backing in between my legs, and I began to stroke her breasts and slide my hands between her legs, inserting my fingers in her and gently sliding them… my hardness grew against her back. She wriggled against it as I continued to caress her nipples and cup her breasts with one hand and with the other hand, carried on my inner caresses.  She sighed and stood up in the chest-deep water, turned around, and lifted herself up to straddle me, then lowered herself on me so that I came inside her.

Gently she raised and lowered herself on me, making small waves that the others around could surely feel, but had know way of knowing the origin of.  They continued to talk to each other, unaware of the small drama playing out within arm’s reach.  I clasped my wife to me loosely as she continued to ride me.  My excitement grew as she continued; I could her breathing coming more rapidly… my own breaths became ragged…

The thought of the others, and what they could have seen if it were not a dark, moonless night, heightened the eroticism, without compromising our Christian principles.

The thought suddenly occurred to me that despite their small talk, the other couples could well be doing the same thing we were!  In fact, I began to detect small waves that WE were not making… lapping against me as I began to thrust upward to fully penetrate my wife.  I began to notice that the other conversation became interrupted by small gasps and faint grunts…

Overcome with passion and the erotically-charged atmosphere, I exploded inside my wife, as she clutched at me in her own throes of release.

I held her as we calmed down – then faced a dilemma.  If I raised her off me, our fluids would go into the hot tub.

I solve the problem by continuing to hold her as I as rapidly as possible walked toward the steps out of the tub, trying to get out before I softened completely and slipped out.

I successfully stepped out side the tub – but as I raised her off my erection, I found that the sexuality of the moment had kept the hormones racing, and I was still fully erect!

We felt for and found our towels on the towel rack, and made our way to our campsite, where we resumed our passion.

Ah, what a memory.