Covertly, I passed the scrap of material to Jake – another item for his crotch stash.
'Do you miss your wives while you're away?' Jake was asking politely, the conversation still on the subject of love and marriage.
The Germans laughed, a little uncomfortably, and assured us that they did.
'Our wives are not like yours,' one of them said dreamily, looking as if he wanted to pierce the opaque water with his eyes. A shiver ran down my back as I became flooded with the certain knowledge that he knew I was naked down there. Jake's hand clamped hard against my sex; this was turning him on too.
'What, not to look at?' he asked, massaging my labia and clit with firm, sure motions. The combination of his fingers and the bubbles fizzing up and down my bum crack was difficult to bear with a straight face. My wits were losing control of the situation, handing it over to my senses. Let them watch, whispered a wanton inner voice. You came in front of an audience of total strangers before . . . what makes you too modest to do the same thing again?
'No, not to look at,' answered the man. 'Also, your girlfriend seems to . . . enjoy life. She seems to like a bit of fun.'
'Oh, yes,' Jake agreed, moving one thigh around the back of me until I sat between his legs, clamped in position while he played with my tits and pussy, his hard cock parked between my arse cheeks. The bubbles bounced off me and my blood felt hotter than fire. 'She's always liked a bit of fun.'
'Maybe you would show us? What sort of fun?' The Germans were leaning forward, their hands fishing towards me, their feet pushing against my calves. Oh, what was happening?
But Jake shook his hea
d. 'No, sorry, gents. She's all mine. You'll just have to invest in a spa bath for your own homes and persuade your wives to jump in with you.'
'I've tried it, believe me,' muttered one. 'OK, no problem.'
The two men stood, revealing tightly tented Speedos, picked up their towels and bade us a formal good evening.
'I thought you were going to offer me to them then,' I whispered breathily to Jake, the idea thrilling me now that it was not likely to be realised.
'I wanted to,' Jake admitted. 'But you aren't mine to offer, so I had to leave it.'
'Never mind,' I said, spreading my legs wider and laying my head back, ready for an electric whirlpool of an orgasm.
'Would you have let them?' Jake asked, pinching my nipples and biting my shoulder, taking his fingers away from my alarmed sex and flinging my bikini into the centre of the jacuzzi. 'I bet you would. You would have loved it. Sitting between two strange men while they fingered you and fondled you. One thigh over each of their laps, spread wide for them.' He turned me around so I was kneeling on the ledge, my pussy pressing into the hard swell of his crotch. The bubbles caught me on my perineum, feeling as if they were going to penetrate me in each orifice above and below. Jake began to stroke my bottom, then he dipped his head and sucked at a nipple, lifting it out of the water to face this new version of wettening. Our crotches ground against each other, bubbles bursting between them, trapped between the pressure of the water and the thrust of competing groins.
'God, these bubbles feel good,' I moaned at Jake, who swiftly spread my rear cheeks and let my sensitive pucker feel the full force.
'Just think, Sophie,' he said, his tongue gliding around the nooks and hollows of my ear, 'You could be sitting on one cock, while another pushes into you up here.'
'And where would you be?' I grunted, pondering this thought as I bounced around, buffeted this way and that in the maelstrom of lust and water jets.
'I'd be watching. But not just watching. I'd be standing at the side, just over the ledge here, and you'd be sucking me. Just think of it, Sophie, three cocks, one girl. And when it was all over, you could just sink back into the bubbles and let them wash you off.'
'Mmm.' I voiced my appreciation roughly in synchronisation with my orgasm. A jacuzzi orgasm, bubbling up and frothing, bursting past every barrier.
Later on, while Jake sat on the ledge with his cock in my mouth, he made a suggestion.
'Could you really do it though?' he wondered aloud. He tasted of chlorine and salt. 'Would you really enjoy that?'
I half-nodded, as much as I could without grazing him with my teeth.
'Yeah. I think I would too. Especially if there were more girls involved too. Kind of like an orgy. Have you ever been to an orgy?'
I shook my head gingerly. I'd had threesomes, I'd taken up to five men in one session, but I'd never had three cocks all at once. And there had never been another woman present either.
'Why don't we have one? Here in the pool. A pool party. A Christmas pool party.' These little bursts of inspiration hit Jake one at a time, his final thought coinciding with the spurting of his citrus-tasting semen into my mouth. Jake always had this hint of lime with his spunk, which I rather appreciated.
I popped off, licking my lips, and looked up at him. 'Might that not be a little risky?'
'Not if we pick the right time.' Jake winked and pulled his shorts back up. 'Leave it with me.'
I left it with him. Two days before Christmas, once I had decided that it was just a silly fantasy and he had abandoned the idea, he cornered me in the cocktail bar and told me gleefully that it was all on for tomorrow night.