Chapter 9: House Rules

Scrabbling up the big bed on hands and knees, Celia grabbed a plastic box from the nightstand and snapped it open. Inside were lotion-moistened tiny towels: “baby wipes.” She took one and began wiping down Davis, including his armpits, genitals, and butt. Then, with another wipe, she did the same process on herself.

Taking the hint, Lara copied her hosts. All three used wipes were tossed into the wastebasket. “I don’t understand.”

“Lara, instead of having a shower, we like to soak after sex. In the back yard we have a hot tub, well, technically, it’s called a spa. To keep the hot water clean, we wipe before we go in. It’s really relaxing, will you join us?”

“I didn’t bring a swim suit.”

“You won’t need one. C’mon!”

Soaking

Celia led them out through the back door. A three-sided privacy fence enclosed the spa area, and a pergola shaded the area. Davis wrestled off the foam cover, exposing the spa.

Made of fiberglass in a mottled blue and white pattern, there was enough room and molded seating for five adults. A few of the seats included jet outlets for massaging the back. A dedicated power line supplied heat and pumping, as Davis turned on the jets and set the temperature to a toasty 104°F [40°C]. Celia stepped in and held out her hand for Lara.

“Oh my God, this is heaven! Can I sit over here with the jets? Oh, I was already agreeing to come back here, but now—”

“We thought about a swimming pool, but this is better,” explained Davis, as he joined them in the bubbling waters. “Although, it IS like a pool, the water needs to be chlorinated and balanced, filters have to be changed, and so on.”

“This must have been very expensive,” commented Lara.

“Altogether, with running the power line and building the privacy fence, we spent about $9,000. But we use it all the time, all through the year. It was a great investment.”

Celia added, “If Davis isn’t available, I can take care of everything too, although that cover is heavy and awkward.”

“Any time you want help, call me! Ooh, this feels so good,” said Lara, in a soothing voice.

“Davis, do you see what I suggested?” asked Celia.

“You were right, just wonderful.”

“What?” Lara was confused.

“It’s the rushing water, it’s making our big tits float and wobble. You feel the buoyancy, the weight off your back and shoulders?”

“I do, it’s a part of the whole experience I enjoy.”

“Well, Lara, my husband is kind of tit-crazy, no surprise. I told him after the barbecue he should imagine you and I sitting out here with our boobs floating around, and then he was erect. He’s stiff now, I promise you, with that fantasy now fulfilled.”

“You have got to be kidding. Just by looking at our tits? After screwing both of us just a little while ago? I don’t believe it.”