How about the hot tub?

They turn to each other and sort of shrug and gesture in that way that married couples sometimes use to talk. They smiled, and Frank turned to me. ``How about the tub?"

It sounded like a capital idea to me. It took only a few minutes to fill the tub with hot water, during which time Frank went downstairs, leaving Linda and I alone together. I wasn't sure whether we ought to do anything without him there, but she had no such problems. All I had to do was smile at her, and she was in my arms, lips locked to mine. My hands went immediately to those luscious breasts of hers, firm and warm under her dress and through her bra. As soon as I felt her tugging my shirt out of my pants, I undid the back of her dress and she let it fall off her, and I had the bra off her just as fast, and had a good feel of her warm smooth skin and her soft pert breasts.

Have a taste," she smiled, and my lips and tongue went to her erect nipples. She used the space between us to get my jeans undone and push them to the ground with my boxers. Her cool hand caressed my exposed cock, just a light touch. Then she took my head her her hands and brought it up for a brief kiss.I think the water's ready."

She led me into the bathroom, bending briefly to remove and discard her panties. The view of her pink glistening pussy when she leaned way over to turn off the water -- wow. She wiggled her pretty little ass at me, then climbed into the huge tub, wide enough for four. I joined her, splashing a bit, to her amusement. She leaned back against the opposite side, stretching her arms and proudly displaying those magnificent breasts I'd had the pleasure of tasting earlier. I almost didn't notice her flick on the switch for the water jets until they came to life.

She slid around the side so I could put my arm around her, and suddenly she gasped and her eyes closed. ``God, I love those jets," she murmured, rubbing her body against mine.

She sure does," came Frank's voice behind me. I jumped a little, feeling a little guilty, but he just smiled at me and pressed a green-tinted martini into my hand.Appletini, our favorite. There's stuff for a regular one if you'd rather." The appletini was fine, I insisted.

Frank handed another one to Linda, who straightened out a bit to drink it, with her other hand resting casually on my upper thigh. He shed his clothes without ceremony and climbed in with a drink of his own. For a while we just sat, enjoying the booze and the hot water. We finished our martinis without hurry, and smiled at each other.