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 Summary: Nancy attends a corporate retreat with four other women from her
department, including her good friend Mary.  When two of the girls decide
to try naked hot-tubbing after a long day's work, Nancy is reluctant but
interested.  She gets even more excited after telling her husband about it
by phone.  But, she's surprised by her friend Mary's reaction to the whole
thing.  But in the end, Nancy and Mary meet in the middle, so to speak.

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   Story: Nancy and the Hot Tub: part 2 of 7 by LaurenMom (FF + M, mast,
phone, oral) (Jan 2010)

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   Speaking of needing something urgently, Bill knew exactly what he was
going to do next.  In fact, he had already started.  He had been speaking
to Nancy from their bed and her talk of the other women being naked, and
the possibility that Nancy might join them the next night had gotten him
extremely excited.

   Bill had slid his hand into his boxers and begun to play with his penis
several minutes before, while still on the phone with Nancy, thinking Nancy
didn't have a clue.  He always masturbated when she was away on business,
or when he was.  He knew she wouldn't mind, but he never said anything
about it.  He assumed that she was totally unaware.  Nancy however was
fully aware that her husband was playing with himself, even before their
conversation ended.  She knew why there were some breaks in the
conversation on his end.  But Bill was right about the fact that she didn't
mind.  In fact, she sometimes wished Bill would come clean and tell her
what he was up to when they were apart.  But in the same way that he chose
to keep it to himself, she did the same.

   This was one particular night that Bill thought he would definitely not
tell his wife about.  He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wished
Nancy would have taken her suit off (and maybe done even more than that)
with her colleagues in the hot tub.  He imagined how they all must have
looked.  He envisioned them all stripping their suits off and how charged
the atmosphere must have been.  He thought of Nancy's friend Mary and how
cute he had always thought she was.  He imagined her perky little boobs out
in the open, nipples standing at attention.

   Bill lay back on the bed and took his cock out of the opening in his
extremely tented shorts.  It was fully engorged and stood straight up. 
Bill loved to grasp his penis when it was hard like this.  The feeling of
stroking and squeezing it when it was totally erect was unique and
wonderful.  But as horny as he was, Bill knew he wouldn't be able to stand
a long drawn-out session.

   He pictured Nancy dropping her suit in front of the other women and
walking slowly into the hot tub.  He imagined her body, not as young or
tight as it once was, but still beautiful and very curvaceous.

   "Oh, Baby," Bill whispered to himself as he slid his hand up and down
his hard-on.  "OOhhhh, Nancy Baby, you have such beautiful tits."

   He put his hand to his mouth and wet his fingers with saliva, then
returned it to the action.  He let the saliva drip onto the glans of his
penis and watched it slide down a bit before he grasped the knob and
distributed the natural lube all over his shaft.

   Bill then pictured all the women his wife had described taking their
suits off.  He grasped his cock firmly as he imagined five naked women, all
alone in a whirlpool, loosened-up by their drinks and the fact that no one
was around to see them.  His mind quickly focused on Nancy and Mary.  Bill
imagined what Mary's petite body would look like.  Tight, light skinned,
maybe with slight tan lines, naked and glistening from the water.  Then he
imagined her and Nancy looking at one another and smiling, then drawing
near, reaching out their hands, each pulling the other close, for a kiss.

   "OOOooohhhhh Wowwww," Bill exclaimed, just above whisper level now.  "Oh
Nancy, kiss her!  Yesssss Baby ...  kiss that cute little thing."

   He stroked his dick faster and with a tighter grip.  As he did, his
mind's eye saw Nancy and Mary embracing, holding their naked bodies
together.  Mary's firm, athletic form was pressed against Nancy's soft,
well padded breasts and stomach.  As Nancy took one of her boobs in her
hand and offered it to Mary, Bill knew he wouldn't last much longer.  He
stroked furiously as he imagined Mary moving her mouth toward the large
breast being fed to her.  She opened her mouth and extended her tongue
slightly, then moved very close to Nancy's nipple.  She just made contact
when...

   "OOOOohhhhhhhhhh," Bill moaned very quietly, wanting to make sure the
kids would have no chance of hearing him as his orgasm began.  "Ohhh, suck
it Mary ...  suck Nancy's big tits ...  FFffuuuuuuccckkkk..."

   As his mind saw Mary's mouth make contact with his wife's nipple, as she
ran her tongue around Nancy's areola, Bill's penis erupted, Jets of white
shooting up, then straight back down, landing on his hand, creating
additional lubrication for the last moments of his cumshot.  Bill continued
to moan softly and squeeze himself as his orgasm came to an end.  He
massaged the last dribbles of semen from the tip of his cock, then he lay
there and gently slid his hand up and down, feeling the warm lubrication of
his semen.

   "I'm such a horny idiot!" he thought to himself.  "But Fuck ...  that
was so good."

   Some fifteen hundred miles away Nancy was still chuckling to herself as
she pictured her husband jerking-off, thinking about what she had told him.
She knew full well how horny she had made him.  Nancy was also aware that
she was feeling a little tingle down below herself.  It wasn't all that
often that Nancy masturbated when she was alone the way she knew Bill did.
But this night, she shared his inability to put the story she had told out
of her mind.

   "I wonder what my body really looks like to people," Nancy thought to
herself.  "I know Bill loves it ...  but Bill loves ME.  Could I really
strip in front of those women?  It would just be to get into the hot tub.
Who really cares, right?  And Mary's my age.  Of course she's built like a
ballet dancer!  But Jan's our age too.  Although she stays in pretty good
shape too.  Not that I don't.  I'm just a little more padded than she is.
Sure, Beth and Angela are ten years younger ...  and they look it."

   Nancy sat on the edge of the bed in the beautiful room she had picked
for herself.  Each woman on the trip had gotten to chose their own bedroom
in the house they were all using for their retreat.  Nancy pondered
everything that had happened that evening.  She wondered why the hot tub
thing seemed like such a big deal, not only to Bill, but to her as well. 
She didn't know why she cared so much what the other women might think
about how she looked?  But the thing that puzzled Nancy the most, was why
she was even thinking about all of that two hours later after it happened?
She didn't know why, but she simply could not let it go.

   Continuing to consider how the others might receive her body, Nancy
stood up and walked over to the tall, freestanding oak-framed mirror near
the closet.  She surveyed herself from head to toe in her pajamas.  She ran
her hands down her body, outlining her breasts, her stomach, her hips.  She
turned and pulled the pajama fabric tight over her butt to try and get a
sense of what it looked like (how big it had actually gotten was the
thought crossing Nancy's mind).

   "Shit," Nancy said softly.  "I've put on so much weight since I started
having the kids.  But Mary has three kids just like me and she's petite and
perky and her ass is really tight."

   In reality Nancy weighed only twenty one pounds more than she did when
her first child was born, but to herself in the mirror it looked like twice
as much.  Nancy went on with the assessment of herself, finding a few
features that actually pleased her somewhat.  She liked her face.  She was
happy with her long brown hair.  People commented on her beautiful blue
eyes and great smile all the time.

   "But then there's the rest of me."

   Nancy cupped her large breasts through the pajamas once again, then
decided that it didn't really matter how she looked in pajamas.  She
wouldn't hesitate to go down and have coffee with her colleagues dressed
this way.  It was without the clothes she was worried about.  She pondered
for another moment, then began unbuttoning her pajama top.  One by one
Nancy slipped the pearly white buttons through the button holes of her
silky purple pajamas.  When she had opened the last button she let the top
hang partially open, exposing part of her breasts and her stomach to just
above her navel.

   "I may as well get this over with," she said to herself.  "What the hell
do I have to lose here by myself?"

   Nancy pulled the sides of her pajama top apart and let the smooth
material slide off her shoulders and onto the floor.  She hung her hands
hang at her sides and took the longest look at her upper body that she had
in quite some time.

   "Well, I can't deny that I have nice boobs."

   She ran her hands from the tops of her breasts down to her nipples.  She
thought she had estimated right for Bill in that her breasts seemed bigger
than Angela's and probably a bit smaller than Beth's.

   "They certainly don't stand up like they used to."

   Nancy cupped her mammaries, squeezed them together and lifted them up
several inches.

   "Now that's more like Beth.  Well..." She lifted them a few inches more.
"There.  That's more like Beth!"

   She chuckled at the absurdity of comparing her own breasts with those of
a colleague ...  and one so much younger than herself.

   Nancy then ran her hands down her stomach.  She liked how soft her belly
felt, but she was also painfully aware that her waist had grown several
inches in recent years.  She still had the right proportions, but Nancy
herself knew the difference in the size of her jeans.

   "No sense in stopping now," Nancy said.  "May as well get all the bad
news out of the way."

   She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slid
them over her hips, letting them drop to the floor just as she had done the
top.  "Egad."

   Nancy hadn't looked this closely at the bottom half of her body lately
either, at least not to do an assessment.  When she turned sideways she
really noticed the curve of her stomach.  She actually liked the way it
looked, but she was again aware of how much different her body was from ten
years before ...  and again, how different it was from the bodies of the
other women on the retreat.

   Nancy turned back to face the mirror again.  She put her hands on her
ample, soft hips, then slid them down her thighs, which she was happy to
note might not be the smallest, but which were quite firm to the touch. 
Her calves looked most pleasing to her.  She then slid her hands to her
butt and turned again.  One more time..."bigger, but still very shapely"
was the thought that came to Nancy's mind.

   She glanced back for one more overall look.  Pretty face, nice hair,
eyes and smile.  Upper torso looks fairly O.K., arms are pretty tight, big
boobs, a little saggy though, nipples much bigger since the kids.  Soft,
curved but not flabby belly, definitely wide hips, but not unattractive,
firm legs, nice calves and a butt that had a great shape even if it weren't
as tight as she might like.  Nancy even noticed her feet.  She had a
pedicure before the trip and her toenails were freshly painted.  She always
thought she had pretty feet.

   "But who really cares about feet?" she thought.

   Nancy did another once over with her hands and eyes.

   "I think I'm fine with it ...  with me," Nancy thought and then smiled.

   Once she had done the total inventory she felt that, overall she had
nothing to be ashamed of.  Although she weighed more than she might like,
Nancy thought her body was very sensual.  And Bill certainly loved it.  So,
why not expose it in front of the other girls who don't really care anyway?

   She then took a quick grooming check.  A little hair under her arms ...
not bad, but worth a quick shave in the morning.  Legs looked fine after
her trip to the spa.  Even her pubic mound look nicely trimmed and the
bikini wax took care of all the overflow.  For some reason Nancy found her
eyes being drawn to that area.  She ran her hands down her thighs again,
then brushed over her nicely trimmed pubes.  Absentmindedly she slid one
hand over the hair, which felt surprisingly soft, then downward for a quick
caress.  Nancy had surprised herself at this move.

   "What the hell are you doing?" she said with a laugh.

   Nancy thought the idea of actually touching herself while she was alone
seemed a bit absurd.  With her busy schedule that included work, kids, a
husband and many other things, she didn't have time to think about
self-pleasure in that way very often.  It was fine for Bill, but he was a
man.

   "They pretty much have to do it ...  daily I think!" she thought with
amusement.  "But does that mean I should do it, too?"

   end of part 2
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