Two XMen and a Jacuzzi
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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2
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Let the games begin!
Two XMen and a Jacuzzi
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: This story is for adults only! Sexual Content! Namely, Smut! If you are underage or offended, go away!
This is my response to my own “Hot Tub Challenge.” Any resemblance to real persons, namely myself and my husband, is entirely on purpose. The Xmen, unfortunately, don’t belong to me. I have deliberately not used our names here.
Yes, it’s cheesy self-indulgent, self-gratification. This is mainly my fantasy, I’m the mutant lover in this house. No, really. My headboard is built out of comic boxes. Queensize bed. Makes a nice shelf… Nevermind. I did throw hubby a few bones…boners…er, um. Yeah. You’ll see.
Please, please, please, rate and review. Even if you hate it! Nuff’ Said.
05/24/2007-update – I’ve just discovered I’ve been using the wrong kind of brackets to indicate a character’s internal thoughts, thereby rendering them invisible when viewed online. I am an HTML idiot and I humbly beg forgiveness. In the future, I will make a point of reading my stories online to check for bonehead errors like that one.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
Chapter 2: Let the games begin!
Well, since Ororo was a newbie, I of course had to demonstrate. On my new “toy” who seemed quite eager to be “punished.” I pulled out some of our toys and laid them out on a handy towel. I grabbed my favorite paddle and a blindfold and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi where my feet could rest firmly on the molded seat I had vacated.
“Come here, Remy.” He sat quietly on the seat between my feet as I fitted the blindfold over his eyes. “No peeking.”
“Yes, Missy.” Hmm…Normally that “missy” thing would annoy me. Maybe it’s the accent.
“Turn around and stand up, carefully.” He complied placing his hands on my knees to orient himself. “Now, I want you across my lap.” It was awkward, but he was tall and athletic. {This was going to be fun.}
When he had settled, I took a moment to stroke him from his neck all the way to his ass, pausing there to knead it a bit, getting a feel for his body. He was lean and hard, his skin smooth except for a few scars here and there. I felt his dick hard against my thighs and he wriggled experimentally.
“Smack!” I gave him a little open handed swat “None of that, buddy.”
“Yes, Missy.” {Still a little too smug.} I didn’t like swatting wet skin so I grabbed a towel and dried him off a bit.
“I like to start out easy and work my way up to more intense sensations. For a first time I’d stick to the ass itself and the upper thighs. Just make sure you don’t hit the tailbone and you’ll be safe enough.” I then began a slow series of open handed smacks, working first one side of his ass then the other.
I began to increase the force of my blows gradually. I could feel him relax a bit as I fell into a rhythm. I paused to knead his ass thoughtfully. My palms had begun to sting a bit.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes, Missy.”
“Want more?” Now I began lightly stroking my fingers up and down his spine, so lightly I touched only the fine hairs rather than the skin itself. I could feel him shiver slightly in response.
“Oh yes, Missy.” He gave an emphatic wriggle. I looked up and could see my audience was fascinated. Ororo was watching my hands and my hubby was watching Remy’s ass.
“Groovy.” I continued my stroking as I reached for my paddle. One side was lightly padded, the other was hard wood. I’d made it myself, so it was perfectly suited to my hand about a palm width wide and long enough to get both cheeks at once. I chose the padded side to begin with and gave him a moderate swat. I was rewarded with a little grunt.
“Let’s play the numbers game, Remy. Tell me how you rate each swat from one to ten. One is easy, ten is hard.” I gave him another swat, slightly harder than the last.
“Three, Missy.”
“Hmmm….” Either I’m losing it, or he’s playing with me. I gave him a half dozen more swats with the padded side, each harder than the last. His ass was getting nice and pink all over.
“Five, Missy.”
“Still want more?” I looked up at my husband and gave him a little wink. Ororo’s eyes were wide with interest as she watched what I’d do next.
“Please, Missy.” He ground his hips against my thighs. I looked down and could see him smirking.
“Since you asked nicely, here we go. Oh, and no talking now, unless you want me to stop.” I could feel myself grinning ear to ear as I flipped my paddled over and gave him a whack across both cheeks. He grunted a little. {No more Mrs. Nice Guy.}
I began to a series of blows, each harder than the last, working my way from the cheeks of his ass to the sensitive spot just below the cheeks, the upper thighs and back up. It wasn’t long before he was wriggling again, in time with my blows. Then I began to mix things up, landing blows randomly across the safe zones, varying their strength. He began to moan a bit. I struck harder and was rewarded by a muffled grunt. Pausing to look down I could see his jaw clenched.
“Ok, mister macho. I need a break. Here ya go.” I handed the paddle to Ororo. Remy started to move but I stopped him with a hand on the small of his back. I held him there for a moment as the other woman found a comfortable seat beside the Jacuzzi and found a position that would work with my darlin’ hubby’s shortened arms and shorter stature. While I watched them I began slowly stroking the man across my lap with feather light touches, searching for those sensitive spots that would send shivers through his body.
By the time Ororo was satisfied with their position and had begun her first cautious series of blows, I had begun to fall into a sort of trance state. I barely heard the others as I concentrated on stroking his body, tracing the contours of his muscles. Periodically I’d let my hands stray closer and closer to his balls without touching them. Each time I came close he would twitch and gasp. When I thought he’d had almost as much as he (or I) could stand, I placed my hand again on the small of his back and gently stroked his balls with the other. He moaned and bucked in surprise. No more smirks now, he was lost in the sensations.
“Sit up, sugar.”
“Yes, Missy.” His tone was dreamy, almost distant.
I was vaguely aware of the sounds the others were making, listening mainly for any sounds of distress from my hubby. Apparently, once she started, Ororo caught on pretty quickly.
I slipped back into the warm water so that I could sit face to face with him. I reached up to stroke his face, still blind-folded, feeling the rough skin where his stubble was just beginning to show and running my fingertips over his lips. Taking the hint, he kissed them gently. I sighed and reached up to pull off the blindfold.
“Playtime over, Missy?” He blinked once before looking at me again with those strange red on black eyes. My stomach did a flip as I debated whether I actually wanted to push things any further.
“What do you want, Remy?”
“Je veux finir ceci.”(1) I have no idea what he said, but I forgot about everything else as he reached for me. I didn’t resist as he buried his hand in my hair, pulling it painfully tight as he kissed me hard, almost bruising my lips. He then eased up and began to playfully nip at my lips as his other hand slid to pull at first one nipple then the other. Belatedly, I remembered I had hands of my own and began exploring his chest and stomach.
“Wait, what about…?” I started to protest as things suddenly began to move much faster than before. Remy reached behind my shoulder and pulled a small foil envelope from…somewhere. I have no idea where. He was *naked* for crying out loud! He chuckled as he silenced me with another of those gut-wrenching kisses.
I reached up to pull off my glasses and set them aside. Now everything was sort of soft focused and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations. (And to shut out the slightly unnerving sight of our audience.) He abandoned my mouth to trail hot kisses downward to my tits, taking each nipple in his mouth in turn to suck firmly. My hands found his dick and he made a small sound as I touched him tentatively. He reached down and wrapped my hand firmly around his dick. So I took the hint and began slowly pumping.
Remy then paused to do something to the Jacuzzi vents and the sensation of bubbling water hitting me in several places was added to sensual melee. He then began to kiss me again as his hands wandered lower, finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I squealed into his mouth as he began to toy with it, rubbing and squeezing it a little harder than necessary. {A little payback maybe?}
Then he slipped first one finger, then two into my pussy and began to rub my clit with his thumb. I clutched at him as I came almost immediately. He paused a moment then started again, I opened my eyes to see him studying my face, just before I was wracked by another orgasm. My teeth chattered as I tried to form some sort of speech. A slow smile spread across the Cajun’s face.
“Look like Missy got a hair-trigger.” Then he started working my pussy and clit in earnest. {Oh shit! I am gonna have a helluva headache later.} He kept at me, making small noises of encouragement until I thought I was going to pass out. Only when I clutched frantically at his hand did he stop.
“Too much, Missy?”
“Yess…I…I think my head’s gonna explode.” I was rewarded with a deep chuckle from him and a quieter snort from Ororo’s direction. Remembering my audience with a blush, I started to look at them, but Remy caught my chin. He kissed me again as he reached again for the little foil envelope. By the time I could breathe again, he was all wrapped up and ready to go.
Remy then traded places with me, sitting on the molded seat of the Jacuzzi and pulling me onto his lap. He muttered something in French as I felt his dick probing at my entrance.
“Hmm??”
“Ready Missy?” I nodded then let him guide me to slide downwards, feeling the delicious sensation of being filled. The water jets played teasingly across my skin tickling my nipples. Then I began to move up and down with the urging of his hands. I put my hands on the edge of the tub for extra support as the tempo sped up. I closed my eyes in concentration.
My eyes snapped open as he grabbed my hair tightly. I could see those red on black eyes watching me intently. I closed my eyes again as my body went rigid with another wave of ecstasy. His hands kept me steadily moving until I regained control. Then he pulled me closer and bit me on the join of neck and shoulder.
I lost all control as a growl came from my throat and I found myself clawing at his back and shoulders with the next wave of orgasm. Our tempo sped up again as he let go of my hair and used both hands to keep us in sync. As I began to hear small grunts and gasps from my partner, I could feel another orgasm building and gritted my teeth an effort to keep control. He began to mutter in French between grunts as he got closer and closer. I struggled to maintain the rhythm as another orgasm threatened to destroy what little control I had. My body went rigid and in response he held my hips still as he thrust hard into me. Once, twice, three times and I felt his cock spasm as he came with a guttural moan. His hands stilled and I stayed there as he rested against me for a moment. When he gave me a little nudge I moved to sit beside him for a short kiss before he slipped out of the Jacuzzi for a quick clean up.
“Ow..” I leaned back against the edge of the tub and closed my eyes as the inevitable headache began to creep up on me. One day I will learn how to breathe and have an orgasm at the same time!
Translations (from Babelfish – I don’t speak French!)
(1) “I want to finish this.”
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: This story is for adults only! Sexual Content! Namely, Smut! If you are underage or offended, go away!
This is my response to my own “Hot Tub Challenge.” Any resemblance to real persons, namely myself and my husband, is entirely on purpose. The Xmen, unfortunately, don’t belong to me. I have deliberately not used our names here.
Yes, it’s cheesy self-indulgent, self-gratification. This is mainly my fantasy, I’m the mutant lover in this house. No, really. My headboard is built out of comic boxes. Queensize bed. Makes a nice shelf… Nevermind. I did throw hubby a few bones…boners…er, um. Yeah. You’ll see.
Please, please, please, rate and review. Even if you hate it! Nuff’ Said.
05/24/2007-update – I’ve just discovered I’ve been using the wrong kind of brackets to indicate a character’s internal thoughts, thereby rendering them invisible when viewed online. I am an HTML idiot and I humbly beg forgiveness. In the future, I will make a point of reading my stories online to check for bonehead errors like that one.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
Chapter 2: Let the games begin!
Well, since Ororo was a newbie, I of course had to demonstrate. On my new “toy” who seemed quite eager to be “punished.” I pulled out some of our toys and laid them out on a handy towel. I grabbed my favorite paddle and a blindfold and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi where my feet could rest firmly on the molded seat I had vacated.
“Come here, Remy.” He sat quietly on the seat between my feet as I fitted the blindfold over his eyes. “No peeking.”
“Yes, Missy.” Hmm…Normally that “missy” thing would annoy me. Maybe it’s the accent.
“Turn around and stand up, carefully.” He complied placing his hands on my knees to orient himself. “Now, I want you across my lap.” It was awkward, but he was tall and athletic. {This was going to be fun.}
When he had settled, I took a moment to stroke him from his neck all the way to his ass, pausing there to knead it a bit, getting a feel for his body. He was lean and hard, his skin smooth except for a few scars here and there. I felt his dick hard against my thighs and he wriggled experimentally.
“Smack!” I gave him a little open handed swat “None of that, buddy.”
“Yes, Missy.” {Still a little too smug.} I didn’t like swatting wet skin so I grabbed a towel and dried him off a bit.
“I like to start out easy and work my way up to more intense sensations. For a first time I’d stick to the ass itself and the upper thighs. Just make sure you don’t hit the tailbone and you’ll be safe enough.” I then began a slow series of open handed smacks, working first one side of his ass then the other.
I began to increase the force of my blows gradually. I could feel him relax a bit as I fell into a rhythm. I paused to knead his ass thoughtfully. My palms had begun to sting a bit.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes, Missy.”
“Want more?” Now I began lightly stroking my fingers up and down his spine, so lightly I touched only the fine hairs rather than the skin itself. I could feel him shiver slightly in response.
“Oh yes, Missy.” He gave an emphatic wriggle. I looked up and could see my audience was fascinated. Ororo was watching my hands and my hubby was watching Remy’s ass.
“Groovy.” I continued my stroking as I reached for my paddle. One side was lightly padded, the other was hard wood. I’d made it myself, so it was perfectly suited to my hand about a palm width wide and long enough to get both cheeks at once. I chose the padded side to begin with and gave him a moderate swat. I was rewarded with a little grunt.
“Let’s play the numbers game, Remy. Tell me how you rate each swat from one to ten. One is easy, ten is hard.” I gave him another swat, slightly harder than the last.
“Three, Missy.”
“Hmmm….” Either I’m losing it, or he’s playing with me. I gave him a half dozen more swats with the padded side, each harder than the last. His ass was getting nice and pink all over.
“Five, Missy.”
“Still want more?” I looked up at my husband and gave him a little wink. Ororo’s eyes were wide with interest as she watched what I’d do next.
“Please, Missy.” He ground his hips against my thighs. I looked down and could see him smirking.
“Since you asked nicely, here we go. Oh, and no talking now, unless you want me to stop.” I could feel myself grinning ear to ear as I flipped my paddled over and gave him a whack across both cheeks. He grunted a little. {No more Mrs. Nice Guy.}
I began to a series of blows, each harder than the last, working my way from the cheeks of his ass to the sensitive spot just below the cheeks, the upper thighs and back up. It wasn’t long before he was wriggling again, in time with my blows. Then I began to mix things up, landing blows randomly across the safe zones, varying their strength. He began to moan a bit. I struck harder and was rewarded by a muffled grunt. Pausing to look down I could see his jaw clenched.
“Ok, mister macho. I need a break. Here ya go.” I handed the paddle to Ororo. Remy started to move but I stopped him with a hand on the small of his back. I held him there for a moment as the other woman found a comfortable seat beside the Jacuzzi and found a position that would work with my darlin’ hubby’s shortened arms and shorter stature. While I watched them I began slowly stroking the man across my lap with feather light touches, searching for those sensitive spots that would send shivers through his body.
By the time Ororo was satisfied with their position and had begun her first cautious series of blows, I had begun to fall into a sort of trance state. I barely heard the others as I concentrated on stroking his body, tracing the contours of his muscles. Periodically I’d let my hands stray closer and closer to his balls without touching them. Each time I came close he would twitch and gasp. When I thought he’d had almost as much as he (or I) could stand, I placed my hand again on the small of his back and gently stroked his balls with the other. He moaned and bucked in surprise. No more smirks now, he was lost in the sensations.
“Sit up, sugar.”
“Yes, Missy.” His tone was dreamy, almost distant.
I was vaguely aware of the sounds the others were making, listening mainly for any sounds of distress from my hubby. Apparently, once she started, Ororo caught on pretty quickly.
I slipped back into the warm water so that I could sit face to face with him. I reached up to stroke his face, still blind-folded, feeling the rough skin where his stubble was just beginning to show and running my fingertips over his lips. Taking the hint, he kissed them gently. I sighed and reached up to pull off the blindfold.
“Playtime over, Missy?” He blinked once before looking at me again with those strange red on black eyes. My stomach did a flip as I debated whether I actually wanted to push things any further.
“What do you want, Remy?”
“Je veux finir ceci.”(1) I have no idea what he said, but I forgot about everything else as he reached for me. I didn’t resist as he buried his hand in my hair, pulling it painfully tight as he kissed me hard, almost bruising my lips. He then eased up and began to playfully nip at my lips as his other hand slid to pull at first one nipple then the other. Belatedly, I remembered I had hands of my own and began exploring his chest and stomach.
“Wait, what about…?” I started to protest as things suddenly began to move much faster than before. Remy reached behind my shoulder and pulled a small foil envelope from…somewhere. I have no idea where. He was *naked* for crying out loud! He chuckled as he silenced me with another of those gut-wrenching kisses.
I reached up to pull off my glasses and set them aside. Now everything was sort of soft focused and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations. (And to shut out the slightly unnerving sight of our audience.) He abandoned my mouth to trail hot kisses downward to my tits, taking each nipple in his mouth in turn to suck firmly. My hands found his dick and he made a small sound as I touched him tentatively. He reached down and wrapped my hand firmly around his dick. So I took the hint and began slowly pumping.
Remy then paused to do something to the Jacuzzi vents and the sensation of bubbling water hitting me in several places was added to sensual melee. He then began to kiss me again as his hands wandered lower, finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I squealed into his mouth as he began to toy with it, rubbing and squeezing it a little harder than necessary. {A little payback maybe?}
Then he slipped first one finger, then two into my pussy and began to rub my clit with his thumb. I clutched at him as I came almost immediately. He paused a moment then started again, I opened my eyes to see him studying my face, just before I was wracked by another orgasm. My teeth chattered as I tried to form some sort of speech. A slow smile spread across the Cajun’s face.
“Look like Missy got a hair-trigger.” Then he started working my pussy and clit in earnest. {Oh shit! I am gonna have a helluva headache later.} He kept at me, making small noises of encouragement until I thought I was going to pass out. Only when I clutched frantically at his hand did he stop.
“Too much, Missy?”
“Yess…I…I think my head’s gonna explode.” I was rewarded with a deep chuckle from him and a quieter snort from Ororo’s direction. Remembering my audience with a blush, I started to look at them, but Remy caught my chin. He kissed me again as he reached again for the little foil envelope. By the time I could breathe again, he was all wrapped up and ready to go.
Remy then traded places with me, sitting on the molded seat of the Jacuzzi and pulling me onto his lap. He muttered something in French as I felt his dick probing at my entrance.
“Hmm??”
“Ready Missy?” I nodded then let him guide me to slide downwards, feeling the delicious sensation of being filled. The water jets played teasingly across my skin tickling my nipples. Then I began to move up and down with the urging of his hands. I put my hands on the edge of the tub for extra support as the tempo sped up. I closed my eyes in concentration.
My eyes snapped open as he grabbed my hair tightly. I could see those red on black eyes watching me intently. I closed my eyes again as my body went rigid with another wave of ecstasy. His hands kept me steadily moving until I regained control. Then he pulled me closer and bit me on the join of neck and shoulder.
I lost all control as a growl came from my throat and I found myself clawing at his back and shoulders with the next wave of orgasm. Our tempo sped up again as he let go of my hair and used both hands to keep us in sync. As I began to hear small grunts and gasps from my partner, I could feel another orgasm building and gritted my teeth an effort to keep control. He began to mutter in French between grunts as he got closer and closer. I struggled to maintain the rhythm as another orgasm threatened to destroy what little control I had. My body went rigid and in response he held my hips still as he thrust hard into me. Once, twice, three times and I felt his cock spasm as he came with a guttural moan. His hands stilled and I stayed there as he rested against me for a moment. When he gave me a little nudge I moved to sit beside him for a short kiss before he slipped out of the Jacuzzi for a quick clean up.
“Ow..” I leaned back against the edge of the tub and closed my eyes as the inevitable headache began to creep up on me. One day I will learn how to breathe and have an orgasm at the same time!
Translations (from Babelfish – I don’t speak French!)
(1) “I want to finish this.”