Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Dinner was light and sped by thanks to the pleasant conversation with our new friends. After a couple of glasses of wine each, we were feeling even better than when we started. Olivia suggested we let someone else have the table, and instead grab the hot tub before it got too busy. Olivia was not only gorgeous, but she could read my mind.

I think that Jennifer might have been a little more apprehensive if I had suggested jumping in the hot tub with them so fast, but with Olivia asking, it seemed more like a girls’ night out. That would have been great by itself, but the dynamic was very slowly evolving to be her and Ken hanging out, with Olivia and me tagging along – and I considered that even better. Jennifer was feeling more comfortable talking with both of them about a wide variety of subjects, while Olivia and I spoke less but seemed to be getting along well. In a world of people who are increasingly growing more isolated, she wasn’t afraid to make eye contact and smile when I made some pretty mediocre attempts to be charming. I’m really not a star with the ladies, but I think she at least appreciated that I was incompetent but genuine.

Jennifer and I went back to the room to change. I’m a guy, so I took off my clothes, put on my trunks and was ready to go before Jennifer had really gotten started. Jennifer was still trying to get the tags off of her suit, so I volunteered to help with that so that she could get undressed. (Hey, what can I say, I’m a nice guy.)

After she got undressed she was standing there holding the suit, straightening out the pieces before she put them on. And I was just sitting there looking at her naked, holding the suit and thinking, “Oh man. She’s going to put that into that. That’s going to be so fucking hot.” And let me tell you, I was right. She stood by the mirror to look at herself, and you could almost hear the gears clicking in her head where she was trying to find some way to complain about it. But it was impossible. Eventually, she just cracked a little smile and came over to put on her sandals.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have anything in the robe family to wear. I had approximately zero concern for that for myself, but Jennifer grabbed one of my T-shirts to wear to be a little modest. She went from looking like a MILF swimsuit model to a hot woman who was walking around in a t-shirt and panties. You can’t hide hot.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

And speaking of not hiding hot, we got to the hot tub just as Ken and Olivia were getting in. For Ken, this consisted of stepping down a couple of the stairs and plopping down with a little more splash than you’d expect, drawing a disapproving glance from the more dignified Olivia who was making her way in a little more carefully. My wife on the other hand was amused and was watching Ken closely. Unlike most of us men who get slightly less handsome when undressed, he was quietly carrying a fit body around under his clothes. Jennifer noticed this too.

Much to my enjoyment, Olivia was taking her time standing there before descending into the water. She had mostly been wearing slightly upscale but modest clothing so far, but now she had on a dark red bikini that was practically painted on. It advertised her breasts better than a neon sign. Previous clothing choices had not done her breasts justice. They were pretty large compared to Jennifer’s, but the bikini was clearly some engineering marvel that made them sit up tall and just a little more exposed than they needed to be. I stared for what was possibly a criminal amount of time until she turned around to both get in and let me get on with breathing. Olivia didn’t indicate any obvious displeasure with this, and Jennifer just lightly snickered.

It was just the four of us for a while, and that was really nice. We had settled into our little piece of the resort right, and it was like we owned the place. The hot tub had a decent amount of space and we had spread out quite a bit with the guys across from each other and the girls also. We were mostly submerged and feeling very mellow. At some point I was wanting to get another drink, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment.

Pretty soon, two other couples showed up, and they showed up at a funny time. Although the initial conversations were shared among the group, we had once again degenerated into Jennifer and Ken talking, with me chatting Olivia up. The other two couples entered the hot tub where they thought they were keeping the existing couples together, but they wound up first splitting Jennifer and I up, and then splitting up Ken and Olivia. So now there were four couples in the hot tub, but not quite the right ones. This was mostly lost on Jennifer as she was talking to Ken quite animatedly about something, but it was not lost on Olivia and me. Partially, it was because the situation was just kind of amusing. But it also was not really a hot tub for a large number of people to spread out in.

Olivia and I were pressed together for the first time, and I had this beautiful but unfamiliar half-naked woman sitting next to me with our legs and sides pressed together. We exchanged a brief smile when our fellow soakers pushed us together, but she just kept up the conversation with everyone else as if nothing had happened. I, however, was desperately trying to figure out what to do with my hands and arms. I wound up scrunching them into my lap, and looking really ridiculous and awkward in the process, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid. At some point, Olivia took my right hand in her left and let us both rest our clasped hands on our legs. In some way, this was much more relaxing. In a small way, it was in the comforting hand of a new friend.

In a much larger way, a hot woman had her hand on my thigh, and I immediately started to get hard. This wasn’t a big deal since I was under water, but it didn’t look like I was going to be getting my drink any time soon in the shape I was in.

Ken came to the rescue. “Hey, there are lots of drinks in this hot tub, but some of us are getting left out of the fun!” He asked Jennifer if she wanted anything, and she was on the fence. He looked at Olivia and me, and I said, “Margarita, rocks,” and Olivia indicated that worked for her also. Ken then turned back to Jennifer and suggested she should come with him to see if she could make up her mind at the bar, and also to have some help carrying back the drinks.

Jennifer, always the helpful one, thought that was a great plan. She and Ken got out at the same time. Ken, wearing modern men’s swim trunks that had about 30 sq. ft. of fabric, proceeded to take about 3 gallons of water out with him, which was amusing. Jennifer, on the other hand, emerged from the hot tub, and the conversation came to a stop. As it turns out, I had made a pretty good decision with her bikini. While not totally see-through, it wasn’t exactly opaque when wet. She got up and gave the group a quick wave, and somewhat jokingly said, “Save our seats,” but in the process, she gave us a display usually reserved for wet T-shirt contests. Her nipples and areolas were clearly visible, and the younger woman to the right of Olivia was somewhat shocked by this and was clearly not good at hiding that.

At some point, my wife was going to have to look down, but now she was going to wander through the crowd, up to the bar, and order some drinks essentially topless. Oh man. I was so hoping that she didn’t notice. It might ruin the vacation. But for now it was the hottest thing I could imagine.

Olivia, you could tell, clearly noticed, but didn’t say a word. She just kept on smiling and carrying on with her conversations. My biggest worry was Ken. I didn’t think he had the wherewithal to have that conversation with Jennifer, but I also didn’t think there was anything in his experience with being a guy that could keep his jaw off the floor.

With the two of them gone temporarily, the atmosphere subtly changed between Olivia and me. We leaned into each other, more like a real couple than two people trying to pretend like we were not a couple. We began chatting with each other a bit, and not to the whole crowd. And our faces were getting much closer to each other than a non-couple ought to be.

“Are you enjoying yourself here at the resort?” I asked, a little tongue-tied and bewitched to have her so close to me, but desperate to cover up my nervousness.

“Very much. There is a sense of freedom on vacation that doesn’t really exist at home.”

“That’s what we were going for also. Just a chance to let loose.”

“Yes, I’ve definitely noticed that.”

“I thought you had noticed. You don’t seem terribly scandalized by seeing two people having sex.”

“Scandalized? Not so much. Surprised to see a couple going at it in front of an uncovered large window in a public space? Maybe a little.”

“Well, sorry to surprise you in that case.”

“Surprises aren’t always a bad thing,” she said as she moved slightly away.

Well, so much for trying to get the upper hand in that conversation, as she left me speechless. I was wondering why she had said something like that and then pulled away, but she was once again one step ahead of me and had noticed our spouses coming back. Given that my half-naked wife had gone off with her husband for a few minutes, I’m not sure what the protocol was, but she was probably right playing it cool with them.

Jennifer’s suit had dried a little bit and wasn’t quite so explicit in its display. They both had two drinks in each hand and came over to hand them to us. As they bent down to give us our drinks, I saw that poor Ken was getting hard. Jennifer had to be getting to him. He quickly jumped back into the hot tub with Jennifer getting in a little more carefully. After spending so much time engaged in conversation with Ken, she actually took an extended look at Olivia and me, and gave me a look that, while ambiguous, clearly did not mean, “You are in trouble, Mister.”

With the drinks now in hand, we were back to talking with the larger group, with a nice mix of drinking and conversation. Jennifer and Ken gota little more comfortable in each other’s space, and Olivia and I became more relaxed too. When the other two couples eventually said their goodbyes, we were now in this pairing where the wrong couples were coupled up with each other for no particular good reason, but no one seemed to be in a hurry to change that.

Eventually the drinks were finished and things started to get quieter. I was trying to figure out what the next move would be that could keep things going when Jennifer declared somewhat abruptly, “I think we need to turn in. It’s been a long day.” It was a statement, not a question, and it very quickly broke the mood and made the whole odd seating pattern seem awkward all of the sudden.

We all got up quickly, and it was starting to look like things were going a bit sour as we were taking the long walk back to the shared bungalow together, but before we went in our door, Olivia went over to Jennifer and gave her a quick hug and said, “It was really wonderful having dinner and just hanging out with the two of you. Hopefully we’ll see you around later.” And with that, Jennifer immediately brightened back up and the mood lightened.

We went back inside and hung up our swimsuits to dry. Jennifer was quiet, especially by her standards, and I was worried I was going to hear about the swimsuit I had helped pick out or my unnecessarily close seating with Olivia. Instead, we just crawled into bed and got in our normal position where we were lying close to each other, with me on my back and her on her side. We were in our normal sleepwear. Jennifer in her panties and me in nothing. Everything was totally normal.