Chapter 6: Hot-tub Hijinks

Our little plan was working to perfection. Krista's boys were off to a weekend camp, and my daughter was at a sleep-over. The four of us had enjoyed a 'grown-up' movie, fine dining, and had returned to our place for a nightcap.

I had recently finished adding landscape lighting to the backyard, and we retired to the patio where the guys could enjoy a cigar, and we could all relax over a couple of glasses of wine. We'd shared a single bottle of wine at dinner, and were looking to add to that at home. I cranked up the tunes just enough to drown out the sound of the road out front, made sure everybody was settled in, and using a cedar strip, lit up.

I'd had very little to drink, as the driver, and shortly headed to the Kitchen to prepare myself a shot. While there I put another part of my plan in action, pulling out a tray of Jello shots I had prepared earlier. These were no ordinary shots. A friend at the gym had hooked me up with a little chemical assistance for the evening. The pink shots, for the ladies, contained Raspberry Jello, and a half dose of GHB, no booze. Just a little jump to get them in the mood. The Blue shot for Rich had jelly Cialis, and a half dose of GHB. Since the shots are swallowed whole, they shouldn't taste the surprises, and the additives should leave them ready, willing and able.

I headed back out poolside, shots in hand and passed them around. We drank a toast to regular evenings without the kids, and downed our shots. The clock was ticking.

My wife was a huge fan of the hot-tub. We went in all the time, and she often invited her friends over for a dip. I was counting on that.

"We should all go in the hot-tub," Abby finally announced, "It's such a beautiful night. And so quiet for once."

Krista was ready with her prepared response. "That sounds nice, my legs are aching. I think I overdid it in the gym."

Rich, as usual, was eager to find fault with his beautiful wife. "I bought you those personal training sessions. If you'd just call and make the appointments, you wouldn't have to worry about working out wrong, and maybe you could get in shape."

I don't know what kind of shape he was thinking of, as far as I was concerned she was bordering on perfection.

"I'm going to turn the spa on. We'll be going in sooner or later," I said, excusing myself to turn on the spa and set the temperature. I also turned on the lights inside the pool, and turned off the lights inside the hot-tub, making it a little more private once we were in.

Krista and Abby wandered inside as I returned to the table, working on my Opus X. I'd given Rich a decent enough Partagas Corona, not wanting to waste one of my few quality cigars on a guy who couldn't tell a Cohiba from a Camel.

"Krista won't go in. She'd die before she'd be caught in a hot-tub. She never goes in at home. Hell, she hardly goes in the pool at all. I'll be damned if I know why I built the damn thing," Rich lamented.

"Abby's the opposite. She probably soaks in the hot-tub at least 5 times a week. And you've heard her say it, her birthday suit is her favorite outfit. She wears it for swimming and house-cleaning. I kept having to remind her to shut the shades until I finally had to put up the solar screens on the front of the house for privacy," I laughed.

"Damn. I wish. Krista's never naked. She won't even let me in the bathroom when she's in there. I probably haven't seen her completely nude five times in the last year," Rich lamented.

I almost wanted to say I'd seen her naked that many times in the last week. But the timing wasn't quite right, yet.

"Who knows, she might surprise you," I told him, offering him another shot, this one only half-strength and un-doctored. I didn't want them to get too drunk; not a good combination with the G.

The girls surprised both of us. They walked out of the house wearing robes, and carrying a stack of towels, and then insisted we turn our backs to them. As soon as we were facing away from the spa, they both climbed in and invited us to join them.

"I don't have a bathing suit," Rich said.

"Neither do we," Abby laughed. "Come on, we won't peek. Much." Krista giggled along with her. "And bring our drinks."

I took my time, transferring the drinks to the area around the hot-tub, and turning off the light over the patio. I brought the outdoor cordless phone over, and I even brought over the Butane lighter in case my cigar went out. Only then did I step to the side of the hot-tub. Rich was already in, and from the soggy state of his underwear, I guessed he'd worn them into the water, and only removed them afterward. I, on the other hand, casually undressed, taking off my boxers just before I stepped over the ledge into the spa. Right in front of the controller, and right between the two naked ladies.

"Alex!" Krista exclaimed in false shock.

"What? Everyone else is naked, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but you could have given us a chance to look away!" she blurted.

"Oh, I don't mind," I teased, easing back into the water.

It's worth noting that my spa is raised about 18 inches over the level of the pool. It makes it easier to get in and out of, and leaves a nice water feature as the water spills over the ledge of the spa into the pool, when the filter is on. It also makes the interior quite dark. The yard has a good bit of lighting, from inside the pool, and from the landscape lighting, but all of it at or near ground level, and on a moonless night, it can be pitch black inside the spa, while the whole area around you is lit up.

The girls broke back into conversation about the going's on up at the school, as I asked Rich how things were going with this new real-estate gig. During a lull in the conversation I asked if I should turn on the bubbles.

Abby started pointing out where all the jets were, as if we couldn't tell, with the hot water jetting out of them, and as we adjusted in the water, I reached over to the controller, and 'accidentally' turned on the underwater light instead, giving everyone a quick view of all the nakedness in the water, before turning on the bubble jets and turning off the light again.

"Alex! I can't believe you!" Abby chastened me.

"It was an accident, really. You know I always sit in that corner over there. I'm not so good working the controller left-handed." And if you believe that, I've got some nice Arizona ocean front land for you.

Krista and I had a goal. Get our spouses worked up. Under cover of the darkness, we were to reach underwater and see what we could do to get them feeling good and randy. We were five minutes into that plan, and the conversation had taken a decidedly quieter and more teasing turn, when stage two kicked in.

The phone rang. I picked it up, looking at the caller ID, and answered it. "Hello?"

"Ok, just a minute." I passed the phone to Krista, while my other hand stroked the inside of my wife's thigh. "It's for you."

Krista took the phone, and listened to the message. "All right. You know I'm not happy about this. I'll be right over." She hung up the phone and passed it back to me. "Crap. Nicholas left his contact case and head-gear at home. He won't have it for the entire weekend. I have to bring it to him."

Rich griped, "But that's at least fifteen minutes away!"

"I know, but what can I do?" she answered.

"You're in no shape to drive," Abby said. "Why don't you deliver it, Alex? You're the only one completely sober here."

"I don't mind. Where is this place?" I asked.

"If you've never been there, you'll never find it in the dark. I better go with you. We can drive over to our place, pick the stuff up, and be back in half-an-hour. I'm sorry to be so much trouble," Krista said.

"No. It's alright," I told her. "Let's get this over with."

With that I climbed out of the spa, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I then held up Krista's heavy Turkish robe, and turned my head as she settled into it.

I was waiting to see if I'd get any pushback from the spouses, either for leaving them there, or suggesting we call it a night. I got silence.

Krista and I walked into the house to get ready to go. She'd done her changing in our bedroom, so we both went there. "It's going perfect," she said, going over to the window and peeking out the side of the blinds into the pool area. I turned to my laptop, entered the password, exposing a grainy, black and white close up of our spouses in the hot-tub.

Krista looked over my shoulder. "What's that?"

"CCD, low-light, and infrared camera with PTZ, pan, tilt and zoom." I adjusted the picture, switching from infrared to low-light, and getting a dark but clearly visible shot of our spouses chatting amiably, only a foot or so apart.

"They're looking awfully chummy," Krista noted.

I turned to her, and dropped my towel, opening her robe.

"Alex, they're waiting for us to leave," she cautioned me, as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of my rampant hard-on.

"It'll take us a minute to get ready, since we both need to use this room, separately of course," I told her, easing my cock between her lips, while I watched the action on the laptop.

Krista sucked nicely, while we both watched the show from the yard. A couple of times you could see Rich looking towards the house, and then we saw Abby climb half-way out of the spa, and bending over the controller, her breasts dangling nicely only a few inches away from Rich. She turned off the bubbles, and settled back into the water.

I pulled Krista off of my cock, and told her to quick throw something on. I yanked on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, put the cameras on record, and logged out. Krista pulled on her pants, no panties, and shirt, no bra. We left the house via the garage, and I shouted over the fence that we were leaving, back in half-an-hour.

We drove to Krista's place, using the car they'd come in, and went inside. Within moments I had her naked below the waist, and bent over the back of the couch.

"Feeling a little horny, Alex?" she asked, wiggling her sweet ass at me.

I reached up into her sopping slit, and laughed. "I guess I'm not the only one," I told her, and then slid my cock into her giving a relieved sigh. "Damn, I needed that."

"Mmm, Hmmm, " She moaned her agreement, pushing back to meet my thrusts. "God, I can't believe how drunk I'm feeling, I only had a couple of glasses of wine and that Jello shooter." She giggled. "I'm feeling tingly all over."

"Let's hope they're feeling the same," I told her, stroking in and out of her warm, sweet, pussy. I had decided to leave her in the dark as to the recreational extras. I might want to keep that in the arsenal for later. Besides, she couldn't confess what she didn't know.

"Do you really think anything will go on?" she asked me, accepting my thrusting eagerly.

"They're naked, drunk and alone. I left Abby hot as a firecracker, I'm guessing you did the same?" I asked, lifting one of her legs up the length of the back of the couch, and opening her up wider.

"He was as hard as a rock, when I left that spa," she said.

"Then I'd say everything was running in our favor." I fucked her fast, wondering what was happening in our hot-tub at home. She moaned under me. That and the squishy slapping of our bodies together was all you could hear. I pulled out of my pretty little plaything, and laid down in the middle of her living room floor. She smiled at me, and then grabbed the phone off the wall before settling over my waist and lowering herself onto my waiting staff.

"Donna? Yeah, thanks. The call timing was perfect," she told her partner in slavery while she rode me steadily.

"I wish you were here now," she said into the phone. "He's really worked up and I sure could use the help," she giggled. "Mmm, hmm. Yep, well thanks, you don't have to call again." She hung up and worked a little more diligently at the task ahead of her, or inside of her, depending how you want to look at it.

She was beautiful leaning over me, her shirt tousled, open at the neck. Her pretty face had such a look of fierce concentration, as if this job of riding my cock was the most important thing in the world. A series of tiny little grunts escaped her on the down stroke, as I bottomed out inside of her. She leaned over, resting on her outstretched arms, while rocking back onto my cock more insistently.

"Come in me, Alex. Make that big cock explode for me," she whispered, doing her damnedest to ensure just that.

I grabbed her hips and fucked into them wildly, driving myself closer and closer to that peak.

"That's it, fuck me hard. Take me. Own me," she murmured, surrendering to my need.

I granted her wish, pummeling her pussy, until the urge was too much. "FUCK!" I cried out, pouring myself into her, over and over again.

She collapsed against me, stretched out chest to chest, her head nestled in my neck. "God, that's incredible. I can never get enough of that feeling, when I can feel you painting my insides, each burst from your cock creating little shocks all through my system. It's so wild."

Once my breath settled, I stood and put on my shorts, passing Krista her pants. "Shall we?" I asked.

"How long's it been?" she asked as she ran into the laundry room to grab some panties before pulling her pants back on.

"Barely ten minutes."

"Great." She put her hand in mine and we walked back down the street to the front of my house. It made sense that we could leave the car at their place, since they only lived a few doors down. Then when they were ready to go home, they could take a short walk and neither would have to drive after drinking.

"You know the story?" I asked her.

"Sure. He had the stuff all along. It was in the side pocket of his backpack. He called on the cell."

"Perfect." I told her, opening the front door. "Hello?" I asked softly to make sure the house was still empty. We walked to the rear wall of the family room and peaked out. It looked like they were still in the spa. We eased over to the Master bedroom, and I logged in, watching the camera output. With the keyboard, I zoomed in a bit more.

"Bingo." I announced.

"What?" Krista asked, looking over my shoulder.

I leaned back and let her see. Rich's hands were clearly on Abby's chest. And it looked an awful lot like her hand was in his lap.

"Oh my God. Somehow I didn't believe they'd actually do anything." Krista gasped.

"Oh, they're doing something all right," I laughed as I started to undress again. I encouraged Krista to do the same. As we watched, Abby leaned way back, and Rich leaned over and placed his mouth over the nipple of her left tit.