Jacuzzi Foot Fun & More, Part 2
(Published on Tuesday, April 22, 2003)
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In Jacuzzi Foot Fun & More, Part 1, I explained how my first naughty encounter in the jacuzzi happened. It's definitely opened up my world to a whole new level, and I'm excited about it, but things have also gotten a little bit crazy, too.

After that first encounter with Fred, I was really anxious to have a repeat performance. I was very attracted to Fred, even though at fifty-five years old, he's twenty years my senior. Still, he's a very nice man, he's respectful, plus he looks great with his peppered gray hair.

The next time that I was at the club, Fred wasn't around, but neither was my husband. I had picked a time when my husband was busy, at the chance that I might see Fred. The club that night was very busy, and so, too was the jacuzzi. It was packed. I ended up swimming some laps in the pool before I saw a couple of spots open up in the jacuzzi.

One of the great things that I liked about this particular club location was that the pool and jacuzzi was outdoors. I loved it when there was a cool breeze hitting my face when I was lounging in the jacuzzi. I sat down next to a couple on my right, and a single woman on my left who was with a girlfriend. Feeling a little bit on the wild side that evening, I would have sat down next to a couple of single guys, just to see what might happen, but it was the only seat left. Within a couple of minutes I was aleady bored, so I turned around and decided to forget the world and vegetate. I closed my eyes, laid my head onto my folded arms on the edge of the jacuzzi, and positioned myself so that the jacuzzi's jet was hitting me right on my pussy and clit. Unfortunately for me, this particular jet was a bit weak. It wouldn't be strong enough to get me off, but I was enjoying it anyway.

The roar of the jets and the din of the voices around me chatting up a storm soon became one steady drone. With my eyes still closed, I thought back to the time when Fred had been diddling my pussy and clit while my husband sat next to me, unaware of what was going on underneath the water. My imagination was at its peak that evening, because before long, it actually felt as if a finger had slipped inside of my swim suit bottoms. I knew that it was only the jet pulsating up against my pussy. The two-piece bathing suit that I was wearing was one of my favorites because the jets often had the ability to brush my suit aside without a lot of assistance from me.

My two-piece bathing suit was not a bikini bathing suit, but it was one step above and pretty revealing. At just the right angle, the jet often lifted the crotch area off of my pubic bones so that it felt as if I was naked underneath. If there hadn't been so many people in the jacuzzi, I would have been tempted to slip my bottoms right off of me altogether. I sometimes do that when there aren't a lot of people around. Because the jets are powerful enough to mask anything that's going on underneath, and because my bathing suit of choice is a color that blends so easily with the water, people really can't tell if I'm wearing my bottoms or not.

I went back to being a zombie in the water and zoned out for a while. Because I was near the steps at one end of the jacuzzi, people would sometimes brush up against my left foot or leg as they walked down into the jacuzzi. Most of the time, nothing was said. If anything was said at all, it was usually a brief, "Sorry," as they made their way into the water. Sometimes when the jacuzzi is really crowded, people will kind of sit on the steps, though they usually stay over to the side as much as they can so that others can pass on by. Management doesn't really like it much, but they usually don't say anything when it's super busy, and as long as nobody complains about it.

When another man walked down into the jacuzzi and brushed up against my leg, he kind of held onto my foot for a second, and then released it saying, "Whoops. Sorry about that. You almost got a foot massage."

Being in  a playful mood, and noticing how cute this young man was, I smiled and coyly replied, "Oh, if I could only afford it."

"Can you afford free?" he asked with a smile on his face. With an air of confidence as if I was already going to agree, he added, "You're in the perfect position. You don't even have to move. Just close your eyes and zone out."

"Now how am I going to turn down that offer?" I asked myself.

In my hesitation to offer a quick reply, he clinched it for me by adding, "You have really beautiful feet. It would be my pleasure."

"Well, if you dont mind," I finally repied back. "I'm sure not going to turn down a foot massage."

"Great. Just close your eyes and relax, and go back to what you were doing."

"Does he know what I'm doing?" I asked myself in panic amd embarrassment.

He must have seen my embarrassment, for he quickly said, "You know. Go back to zoning out."

"That's a relief," I though to myself. I did not want him knowing that I was allowing the jacuzzi's jet to give me a little pleasure. Well, not in the way that I was trying to do it! Then again, the idea that this good looking young man maybe knew what I was actually doing, and he was going to help things along by massaging my foot, well, that kind of excited me.

So I went back to zoning out as this young man massaged my left foot. He was really giving me a nice foot massage. I could tell that he was into feet, because he started playing with my foot as if he was making love to it. He gently, but firmly caressed it, lightly tickled the sole of my foot, and when he got a little bolder, he even reached over to my other leg to gently pull at my right ankle. It was a hint that I responded to automatically by kind of lifting my leg towards him for encouragement. He deftly grabbed my ankle and swung my foot over to rest upon his thighs. While still holding my left foot in place, with great care he began to massage and stimulate my right foot. From my heels to my toes, and all along my soft soles, he worked his great magic.

The stimulation to my feet that this young man was giving me was not the only sensation that I was feeling. Because of how my body was now angled towards this man who was massaging my feet, my left leg was pressing down against the left leg of the man who was sitting right next to me on my left. I was a little embarrassed by the way my leg was touching this other man, and I tired to pull away, but I couldn't. My newly found friend and masseur was holding my feet tightly in place down against his thighs, just like Fred had done the other night (see Jacuzzi Foot Fun & More, Part 1). I loved what my foot masseur was doing to me, but I didn't want to impose mysef on some unsuspecting victim. So when I looked up to maybe whisper an apology to this poor guy who was probably wondering what was going on, I was stopped short when I saw who he was. It was Fred. I almost had a heart attack.

I was about to yell out something stupid, anything, when Fred gave me a smile and one of those up and down eyebrow signals to let me know that he was cool with it. He then winked at me and sort of nodded his head sideways very quickly, as if to tell me to keep quiet and enjoy what was happening. He was also very discreetly massaging my left thigh that was resting against his.

I thought to myself, "How long can this last?" and decided to close my eyes again and just enjoy the moment. It wasn't long before I felt more than just one man massaging and stimulating my feet and toes, while Fred massaged my left leg. I was being diddled underneath the water, too. "Oh my God," I thought again. "This is just too good to be true and way out there in terms of being naughty."

I basked in the dual stimulation that was happening to me. I was so turned on by it all that, in my mind, the entire jacuzzi's population was playing with my body. I swear, it felt as if I had more than just a couple pair of hands playing with me. I thought, "Fred's amazing! Here he is, discreetly massaging my left thigh with one hand, while at the same time diddling my clit with the other."

By now I had already cum a few times with a small series of small, but very gratifying climaxes. I was getting very close to having a really big climax when it suddenly dawned on me that Fred and this other guy weren't the only people playing with me. Somebody to my right (or maybe it was Fred) was fucking me with a couple of fingers. But if Fred was fucking me with his fingers, and still massaging my left leg with his right hand, then a person to my right was obviously diddling me, too. I was definitely very curious to see who this other person was, but I wasn't about to break the rhythm of what was happening to me. I very happily just let it happen.

Shortly after I climaxed in a wave of orgasmic bliss, I turned my head to the right out of curiosity. Nobody was there! I couldn't believe it. A woman suddenly sat down, "But who was there before? Who just diddled me to such a great climax?" I asked myself.

As I sat turned around to compose myself, sitting on the jacuzzi's bench seat as the jet hit my back, I thanked the guy who had just given me such a great foot massage. "That was wonderful. Thanks!"

To my surprise, the women who had just sat down to my left said, "He does give a great foot massage, doesn't he?" Although Iwas confused, she didn't seem angry in the least. In fact, she continued by saying, "I told him that it was okay to give you a foot massage. He's my husband."

"Wow!" I thought to myself. "Is she the one who diddled me?" I was really confused.

As it turned out, Fred knew the couple fairly well from the club. He and this woman's husband often gave the guy's wife dual foot massages, which of course she loved. Who wouldn't?

After the couple left, Fred and I talked for a while, but he never confirmed whether or not this other woman had playd with me underneath the water. He just asked in return, "Does it matter?"

I replied, "I guess it doesn't." I have to admit that it kind of turned me on to think that this other woman had diddled me in the jacuzzi, especially when she knew that her husband was playing with my feet at the same time. I had never been with another woman before and had hardly even fantasized about it. But this woman was extremely attractive, a model type, so it wasn't much of a stretch to fantasize about her.

Fred became a pretty fast friend of mine after that. Thankfully, he understood the desire I felt in keeping my marriage together despite what had occured.