"We'll join you in the hot tub"

I hesitated then said, "You know what? I think we will join you in the hot tub."

Scott looked surprised. I had been talking up the idea of a couple's massage since we booked the trip. In the moment, however, there was something intriguing about letting Robert be the one to do the honors. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was a charm about him that I very much enjoyed. He was fun, goofy, and carefree. He could certainly be a little over the top but he was also very sweet. Also, hearing Mia describe their time together last night got me wondering if it might be in the cards to get with Robert myself.

Then again, it was hard to get what Manny had said to me last night out of my head.

"Who would we pretend is watching us?"

"Scott and Dora?"

Since then, all I've been able to think about is the four of us - Scott, Dora, Manny, and myself - in a room together fucking like crazy. I'm not sure it's even necessarily the thought of having sex with Manny again that was the driving factor, though it certainly wasn't hurting. Images of Dora on all fours, calling out my husband's name as he drove into her from behind, occupied every down second in my brain. I couldn't help but think about her puffy, magenta lips pursed over the swollen head of his cock. Or, her on top of him, her big, luscious breasts bouncing as she rode them both to orgasm.

Jesus. Was I crushing on Dora?

"I'm so exhausted, I'd probably just fall asleep at the table," I said, pushing those naughty thoughts to the side. "And we're only here for one more day. Let's enjoy the hot tub."

"Sounds good to me," Scott agreed.

We followed Ariel and Robert into the hot tub which, somehow, was unoccupied at the time.

"I remember we were here with a girl on Monday who made such a big deal about taking her top off," Robert joked as I removed my coverup and tossed my bikini top to the side.

"Sounds like a real prude," I quipped. Ariel pulled off her coverup to reveal that she hadn't even bothered putting a top on that morning. I couldn't help but admire her slender legs as they sunk into the steaming water. We all settled in, Mandy and I sitting across from Ariel and Robert. Robert immediately began rubbing his wife's shoulders and neck.

"Wait a minute," I said. "I thought you said I'd be the one getting the massage."

Ariel nodded her head in my direction. Robert got the hint and waded over next to me. Ariel gave my husband a look that said, "what are you waiting for?" He didn't hesitate to slide across the hot tub to her. She rotated her shoulders, presenting her back to him and soon he was massaging her shoulders as well.

"Oh yea," I moaned as Robert's strong hands worked between my shoulder blades. I arched my back, pushing my breasts out as Robert kneaded my soft flesh.

"That feels good," Ariel cooed. She wasn't wrong. Scott was very good at giving massages. Technically I think he was the one who was supposed to be getting the massage, but he didn't seem to disappointed to have the opportunity to rub his hands all over the beautiful red head's naked body. "You're really good at that."

My eyes slid closed and a small smile formed on my lips as Robert's strong hands continued to explore my back. For the next ten minutes or so, he pressed, gripped, kneaded, and groped my back, shoulders, and arms. For moments at a time I'd drift off into a daydream about Robert wrapping me in his muscle-bound arms before a moan from Ariel brought me back to reality.

"I think my back is nice and loose," I said. I was flush from more than just the heat of the hot tub. Robert reluctantly removed his hands from my shoulders but I quickly grabbed them. "I said my back is nice and loose. But my front could use some work."

With that, I placed Robert's hands on my breasts and began squeezing, encouragingly. He quickly got the picture and I sunk back into him as his hands began groping and kneading my tits. My ass pressed backward into his lap, pinning his hardened cock between my thong-clad ass and his stomach. I could feel his size bulging through the material of his swimsuit.

"Mmmm..." Ariel cooed across the hot tub. Scott was working her perfect, pink nipples between his fingers. Her head rolled back, resting on his shoulder.

I began to roll my hips back and forth, eliciting a groan from Robert. His hands squeezed tighter, his forearms pulling me close. The friction of my ass worked the waistband of his swimsuit downward until I could feel the raw skin of his thick, bulbous head pressing into the cleft of my ass.

It was wildly inappropriate, even considering the resort we were in. Sure, the hot tub was somewhat secluded, but there were plenty of people walking by and around the pool who could easily see us if they looked our way and anybody that wanted to go into the hot tub would get quite the surprise. As much as I wanted to just close my eyes and give in, to let lose and shove Robert's ringers underneath my thong and grind my ass against his thick cock until he blew his hot load into the steaming water, I couldn't help but feel a sense of insecurity about it.

I guess I've still got a line

Reluctantly, I pulled off of Robert's lap. He looked like a puppy dog who had just had his treat taken from him. He was panting and sweating and I could see two inches of his cock protruding from his swimsuit.

Wow

Jesus, I just wanted to grab it and start pumping. But I couldn't. Not here. I looked around to see Scott and Ariel in a similar state of frustrated arousal.