It was after midnight and I couldn’t sleep. Karen had gone to bed early. She’d claimed a headache, but I think she was just avoiding any chance of the two of us being intimate.
After a while I decided a good soak in the apartment complex’s indoor spa would relax me. So I changed into my suit. I toyed with what to wear before I settled on a pair of black speedos.
It was a cool night. I was looking forward to the warm waters of the spa. I quietly made my way to the courtyard and unlocked the building with my apartment key.
I heard the jets the moment I went inside. The lights had been dimmed so as not to alert the rest of the apartment complex. It made me wonder who was already inside.
I opened the inner door and looked in. Gloria was sitting upright in the spa with her back to a jet. The top to her light blue one-piece had been pulled down, exposing a nice set of breasts.
I’d seen her in the spa a time or two. So her presence wasn’t all that surprising. What did surprise me was the absence of her husband Dick.
“Hi Brett,” she said with a cheery smile when she saw me looking in. “Like what you see?” Then she wriggled her chest at me.
“Yes I do,” I admitted.
I stepped inside, closed the door behind me, and then climbed down into the water. I figured if she wasn’t chasing me out or pulling her top back up, it meant I was in the clear.
I had just settled in front of another jet when she asked, “Late for you to be out here this time of night. What’s the matter, Brett? Can’t sleep?”
I threw the question back at her with a smile as I asked, “Can’t you?”
She ignored it. “So where’s Karen?”
“Where’s Dick?”
“He doesn’t like using the spa.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
She still hadn’t bothered pulling her top back up. I couldn’t help staring. She finally told me, “I’m not going to pull it back up, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“So long as you don’t mind my looking.”
She gave me a smile, putting me even more at ease. “Oh, I don’t mind. In fact, I was kind of thinking about…” She paused as though she was considering something.
“Thinking about what?”
She gave me an amused look, a twinkle in her eye. “I was going to get myself off. And I planned on doing it completely nude. That’s ok with you; isn’t it?”
Getting to see her naked didn’t bother me in the slightest. So I told her, “Go right ahead. I don’t mind.”
“Oh, there’s a little more to it than that, Brett. You see, I’m not getting naked unless you are.”
Was that a challenge? Did she think I’d be too timid? Did she figure I would call it an evening and leave her alone?
I figured I didn’t have all that much to lose. So I promptly pulled my speedos down my legs. I grinned at her as I tossed them aside.
A faint smile crossed her lips. “Aha! I thought maybe you were one of those!” And with that she pulled her suit all the way down her legs until she was just as naked as I.
I couldn’t help staring at her crotch. She kept it cleanly shaved. It made my cock harden even more.
She smiled as she told me, “I’m going to get off now, Brett. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Why should I mind?”
She gave me a knowing smile as though she liked my answer. Was she glad I was playing along?
She went over to the metal rails leading into the spa. To my surprise she filled her lungs before inverting her position and going over backwards. She used her ankles for support, using them to brace herself against the rails to the spa.
She was over backwards on the bench seat inside the spa, her head fully submerged in the deepest part as bubbles came up. Right away I noticed where the jet was hitting her. Then she came back up for a breath.
She filled her lungs before submerging backwards again. More bubbles came out of her mouth and nose. It was deliberate on her part, especially as the jet between the rails was hitting her lady parts the same as before.
Clearly she’d done this more than once. How many times had she come out here and gotten herself off using that one particular jet?
My cock really got hard as she tipped her head back until it was almost touching the floor of the spa. Then she started touching herself. The jet hit her crotch just right, making her wriggle a little.
She was under for a good thirty seconds before she came back up, coughing and snorting. “Water up my nose,” she explained. “A couple more times and I should be good to go.”
She filled her lungs and then went back under. I saw her legs tense up as she braced her ankles against the rails. Then she started rubbing herself all over again.
She looked up at me and smiled. Then she released a few teasing bubbles. It made me ask myself why she should be allowed to hog all the fun to herself.
I stood up and deliberately started stroking my meat. Seeing her hold her breath while touching herself was incredibly erotic. Besides, what was she going to do to me now? She was acting as though she didn’t care whether or not I participated in her illicit little activity.
She came up out of the water and gasped, “I think I’m ready.” Then she grinned lewdly at me as she asked, “Does this mean you’re going to join me, Brett?”
“Join you?”
She pointed at what I was doing. “Are you going to masturbate with me?”
“You’re the one turning me on, Gloria. If you’re going to get yourself off, I don’t see why I should be left sitting here in the spa with blue balls.”
She grinned happily. “Now that’s the kind of response I like to get!”
She filled her lungs and submerged. Then she went back to touching herself. So I went back to stroking myself, enjoying the incredibly erotic sight before me.
I didn’t expect what happened next. Gloria reached out and grabbed my balls. Then she pulled me a little closer as she groped and fondled them.
At that moment I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. Besides, we were both married. Neither one of us wanted our spouses to know about our joint masturbation session out here in the indoor spa.
She surprised me by staying down for quite a long time. I had no idea she was that kind of breath-holder. Sexy bubbles came out of her mouth and nose.
I decided not to rush things. I wanted to enjoy the view while I could. Besides, I had no idea if this might be the one and only time I ever got to do this with Gloria.
She finally came up panting loudly for breath. Then she took one look at me and grinned. “Fucking hot, Brett!”
“You’re pretty damned sexy yourself, Gloria. I’ll have to pace myself or I might cum too soon.”
She gave me a huge, shit-eating grin. Then she filled her lungs and submerged. She went right to the bottom and started groping and caressing her mounds again as the jet spewed against her lady parts.
I sat back into the seat and watched her. I slowly stroked the entire time. It was incredibly erotic watching her hold her breath while touching herself like that as the jet spurted against her crotch.
She didn’t even touch her lady parts. She just let the jet do all the work. I loved the way she writhed and wriggled as the jetting water hit her just right.
She was down for quite a while. I really had to pace myself. I wanted to wait until I saw her orgasm before I shot my load all over the interior of the spa.
She finally burst up gasping loudly for breath. “Damn, that feels good!” she panted. Then she gave me a knowing smile before adding, “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Well, you might say I’m enjoying the view.”
“Oh really? Do tell.”
“I had no idea you could hold your breath while getting off like that.”
“It’s how I like to cum when I’m using the spa. Which reminds me…”
She paused and gave me an evil look. Then she told me, “You can’t cum unless you’re underwater holding your breath.”
I gave her a questioning look. “Apartment complex rules, Gloria?”
“My rules, Brett. If you like what you see and you want to get off, you’ll have to do it like I’m doing it.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so.”
I think she thought she had me. She was going to get off while leaving me frustrated. I don’t think she knew just how much I enjoyed being out here in the spa.
She took deep breaths to prepare herself. I matched her inhalation for inhalation. When she submerged, I went right down with her.
At first she was more than a little surprised. Then she grinned at me as though discovering a tasty new morsel. She groped her boobs and writhed against the bubbling jet as I stroked my cock while cupping my balls.
She groped herself harder. I watched as her hips really started to wriggle. It looked as though she was getting into it. Was she going to orgasm during this breath-hold?
I stroked harder. Gloria wriggled like crazy as she aimed her crotch at the jetting water. It looked like she was really enjoying herself.
I don’t know when it morphed into a contest. I finally decided I wasn’t going to surface until after she did. And I was going to try to pace myself, waiting to ejaculate until right after her climax.
She writhed even harder. Bubbles started dribbling out of her nose. It looked like she was trying to fuck the jetting water.
I stroked harder while cupping and caressing my balls. I was getting pretty close. But I was trying to figure out how long I needed to hold off until she came first.
Gloria’s expression changed into a grimace. It looked as though she was trying to outlast me. We both writhed as we worked at getting ourselves off underwater in the spa.
She suddenly stiffened. Then she began jerking around as though she’d been hit by a live wire. I thought I saw a little discoloration emerge from her lady parts.
It swelled within me until I started shooting a load into the spa. I had no idea I’d been storing up so much cream. I suppose my wife Karen was partly to blame for that.
Gloria finally shot up and gasped madly for breath. But her ankles lost the rails. She slipped back under and had to sit up on the seating to compose herself.
I shot up a few seconds later. I coughed a couple times before gaping like crazy. I had no idea I was capable of pushing myself like that.
“Fucking hot, Brett!” she gasped. Then she lowered her head as though feeling guilty about something.
She sighed before telling me, “I’d better get out of the water before I do something I might live to regret.”
I nodded with understanding as I told her, “You’re right, of course.”
We quietly got back into our suits. Then we each took a towel from a stack that had been previously washed and left for the residents to use. In no time at all I was dry enough to head back to the apartment.
“That helped,” I said as I headed for the door. “I think I can fall asleep now.”
“Me too, Brett.”
She looked at me with sadness and longing. I could see it in her eyes. I felt the same way, but I knew we didn’t dare stay a second longer together.
“I enjoyed it,” I said as I opened the door and headed out. Her voice followed me out with “I did too!” Then I proceeded to put it out of my mind as I headed back.
…or at least I tried to…
2021 (written Sep 18 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps from JustPaul’s animation.)