Honey Return

I woke already looking forward to the day. She was taking full advantage of being away from home and was sleeping in, so I took my coffee out to the decking at the front and sat in the morning sun, reliving last night over in my mind as it had been a night of honesty as we mused at the evolving hotwife scenario that we were playing out. We were staying in a log cabin on a small luxury site which included a private garden at the rear with hot tub.

The neighbouring cabins doors opened and I glanced up to see an attractive couple slightly younger than ourselves, laughing and full of playfulness as they headed out for the day and I watched as they disappeared out of site.

We spent the day walking and drifting between pubs before grabbing food at a local restaurant. The walk back had felt long in the best way, the evening unseasonably warm for late summer, the conversation tipsy from the afternoons adventure and charged with sexual tension. When we got in, I was dispatched as usual to get the tub ready, cover off, towels out before wasting no time claiming the best seat.

My wife appeared at the door in her black silk robe, rose wine in one hand, a beer for me in the other. She set them down on the edge without a word, then stepped up onto the edge of the tub. She let the robe go. It slid off her shoulders and fell at her feet, and she stood there for a moment in the evening air, tan lines marking where the summer had been, her nipples stiffening in the breeze, the dark neat trim of her pussy at my eye level. I commented on her being brave and the what if's. She told me no one could see, lowered herself into the water, and looked back at me. My shorts hit the decking. Under the surface her foot met my body as she teased, the jets working at our backs as we talked, the conversation was charged, laughter filled the air as we flirted with one another.

We moved closer, her arms found mine under the water, and I let my eyes drop to where her breasts lifted just to the waterline, catching the light, they looked perfect and I couldnt help looking in the same way I always sneaked a look, every time, like I was afraid of missing something. We kissed slowly at first, before the pace quickened, her hands coming up around my neck. I pulled her onto my lap and felt her settle there, her weight shifting against me as she rose above the waterline. We paused. "Shall we go in?" She tilted her head. "Why? No one can see."

The jets hummed. The water moved around us in the dark and we kissed unhurried, the heat loosening something. Then the jets cycled off. In the sudden quiet, as she reached back to restart them, we heard it, a sound from next door, a shuffle, a murmur. We went still. Listened. And then, slowly, we both made out the shapes of them, two shadows at the fence line, angled just right. Neither of us moved for a moment. She pressed the button. The jets resumed. She settled back against me. "Next door are watching." "I know," I said. "Hot, isn't it." She didn't answer right away. "Yes," she said. "It is."

She took my earlobe between her teeth, a sharp intake of breath hissing through them as she demanded my mouth on her breasts. I obliged, taking each nipple in turn, devouring, grazing with my teeth, a growl building in my throat as I felt the neighbours' eyes on us, shadows pulsating at the fence line. She pushed me roughly onto the tub's edge, my cock jutting out, bared to the night and in full view. Dropping to her knees, she grasped me, her hand working me mercilessly before she took me into her mouth, her throat constricting around me like a fist. I swelled, ready to burst, but she sensed it, dragged me back into the water. "Not yet," she panted. "My turn."

Sliding to the other side of the tub, she hoisted herself onto the edge, legs spread wide, presenting herself to me and to them. A low groan escaped her as I started slow, exploring with my fingers, my tongue circling her clit. Her hands grabbed at my hair, her other pinching and rolling her nipple. She was a performer now, lost to the thrill of the watchers. Her orgasm ripped through her, a guttural cry muffled against her arm, her body convulsing as she came hard.

She slid back into the water, slick and breathless, her eyes locked onto the shadows. "They're still watching," she rasped. "They love it. Now fuck me. I need you inside me."

She turned without a word and folded herself over the edge of the tub, back arched, the water lapping at her hips. I took a moment to look at her like that, offered up, still trembling faintly from before. Then I moved behind her and pushed inside slowly, feeling her breath catch, her fingers looked tight to the edge of the tub, she turned her head toward the fence, watching the couple next door watch us, she wanted them to know that she knew they were there. I came hard, hands gripping her hips, forehead dropped between her shoulder blades. We sank back into the water together. She found my beer on the edge and passed it over. "I think that's done it," she said, eyes still on the shadows. "They've gone." A pause. "Maybe we'll get to watch them next."