Two XMen and a Jacuzzi

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 Three: “And now for something completely different.”

As I lay there hoping my brain would shrink back down to the size of my skull, I felt gentle fingers begin to massage my temples. It felt wonderful and it took a moment for it to sink in just who those fingers belonged to.

“Ororo?”

“Does that feel better?”

“Some. Don’t stop, please.” I sighed as some of the pressure began to dissipate. I felt the water move as she slipped into the Jacuzzi beside me.

“Turn around.” I moved around so she could reach my neck and shoulders. {Oh Gods! It felt good.} I love my darling hubby, but this is something he *cannot* do. Speaking of which, as I lazily opened my eyes, I could see him, a little fuzzy, but definitely still sporting a hard on. He was sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi with his feet dangling in the water, watching us. Remy soon returned and sat next to him.

“Why don’t you boys play amongst yourselves a bit. Missy here is tired.” I groaned as Ororo’s strong hands found just the right spot. I closed my eyes again. I could feel the water begin bubbling and swirling much more strongly than before. Ororo’s hands continued to knead their way down my shoulders and back. By the time she reached the small of my back I was pretty certain she was responsible for the frothy water. Nothing I ever did to a Jacuzzi got it to bubble like that!

I moaned in appreciation of her efforts. The woman has wonderful hands. Lazily I opened my eyes to check on the fellas. I blinked once or twice as the sight was a bit surreal for me. Remy held my little pocket rocket hubby on his lap as he slowly stroked the smaller man’s dick. When he saw me looking he leaned down to give my hubby a kiss with a wink for me. My husband was obviously enjoying both watching Ororo and myself in the tub and what Remy was doing to him. I closed my eyes again as Ororo’s hands had begun to wander into less…innocent territory.

Now Ororo was leaning against my back, pressing her tits against my body as she reached around me to knead my upper thighs. She paused a moment before sliding her hands upwards, across my belly to cup my tits. She began to kiss the back of my neck while she kneaded my tits and pulled at my nipples. Her touch was different from any man’s I’d experienced. Frankly, my experience with women has been limited to some relatively platonic “play” and some flirting. Something I’d be happy to change.

Now that she was closer, I let my hands roam those parts of her that I could reach, stroking her outer thighs and then her calves as she brought her legs forward to surround me. Then she pulled me hard against her and she bit the nape of my neck. The effect was electric and goose bumps rose from my ankles to the roots of my hair. My eyes shot open and I gasped as I felt my nipples crinkle up so tightly they ached.

Then Ororo shifted around so that she was facing me. I could see a serene smile on her face and mischief in her eyes as she moved in to kiss me. Her lips were soft and her mouth tasted sweet and I spent a long moment just kissing her. Then I began to explore her body with my hands, tentatively at first. Her tits were smaller and firmer than mine and more sensitive I think. I spent some time gently kneading them. She rose out of the water and I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking at it until I heard her gasp. Then I moved to its twin and gave it the same treatment as I my other hand to reach around and grip the firm flesh of her ass. Then she reached down and pushed me back against the side of the tub and reached down and cupped my clit and pussy with her hand. She kissed me again.

I reached for her, but she backed just out of reach, giving me a sly smile and shaking a finger at me. She kissed me again and began to slowly stroke across my already sensitive clit and to tease the lips of my pussy. Her free hand moved over my body, sometimes stroking a thigh or pinching a nipple, always moving somewhere new. The water began to move and swirl around us, almost caressing us as she slipped two fingers inside. Now she began rubbing my clit and pumping her fingers slowly. Each time I began to feel the tension build, she would slow down, letting the moment pass while she kissed me, then began again, never quite letting me reach the pinnacle. I found myself bucking my hips and moaning, almost begging for it.

“Not so tired now, Missy?” Ororo whispered in my ear.

“No.” I whimpered.

She chuckled, then began stroking in a tortuously slow rhythm and I could feel my orgasm building slowly until it seemed to loom over me. I was whimpering and moaning, my hands wandering from my own tits to the edge of the Jacuzzi and back, frustrated with not being allowed to touch her. Then I stopped breathing and my body went rigid as my climax finally overtook me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I saw strange stars and sparkles. After a timeless moment, I could breathe again. I sat panting a moment before looking up at her. She kissed me again as I tried to regain my senses.

When I could think straight, we exchanged places and I began the same feather-light stroking that I had used on Remy earlier. My fingertips traced the contours of her lovely face, tested the softness of her lips and followed the line of her neck to her collarbone. Then I dipped lower to the waters edge and below to fondle her breasts again. Then I reached lower, running my fingers down her taught belly and across the short coarse hair until I found her clit, swollen and hot beneath my fingers. I rubbed cautiously to find just the right pressure. I knew I had it when she gasped and her hips moved slightly. My other hand began to caress the inside of her thighs and work its way up to the lips of her pussy.

I rubbed her clit slowly as I caressed her thighs and played with her pussy lips over and over, each time coming a little closer to her entrance. Finally I slipped a finger inside the warm slick entrance and paused to kiss her again. Then I slid a second finger in and began to use the thumb of my hand to rub her clit while my fingers pumped. I buried my hand in her heavy silky hair and kissed her again, exploring her mouth with tongue and lips. Her response was enthusiastic and the water in the tub swirled even faster around us. I could see her eyes had gone milky white behind her heavy lids and I felt a moment’s panic as I wondered what would happen when she came.

I shoved the thought aside and focused on the little moans she was making. Her body trembled in my arms and I thought she was close. I drew her closer and began to nip at her neck as I sped up my stroking. Then her body began to shudder and the water was nearly boiling over the edge of the tub. She moaned, deep and long as she finally came. We all felt a heavy thunderclap shake the building and the lights flickered for a moment. As I watched her I was vaguely aware of the frantic sounds of my husband reaching his climax. His scream was muffled and I turned to look and saw Remy kissing him firmly while he held my lover’s spurting dick.

I kissed Ororo once more, sensing it was probably the last time she’d let me do it, then climbed up to wrap myself in a towel. I padded over to the bed and picked up the phone.

“Hello, Room Service?”


Epilogue:

Whatever else might have been going on at this hotel, the room service was prompt and the food quite good. Remy and Ororo shared a lavish meal with the couple, all complimentary, of course. Afterwards they made small talk until everyone was yawning. When the woman’s husband fell asleep on one of the armchairs, they decided to turn in.

At three AM the woman opened her eyes at the sound of whispering.

“What are you doing? It’s time to go.”

“Remy jus wan’ to get a number.” {Hey! That’s *my* cell.} The woman realized.

“You can’t be serious!”

“You never know, ‘Ro. Is good to have friends.”

“You could have asked them.”

“More fun dis way.”

The woman smiled into her pillow as the two slipped out the door and it latched quietly behind them. {Yes, it is more fun this way. “Missy” likes to punish naughty boys. I might let Ororo watch since *she* asked nicely.}