They pulled into the spot in the crowded parking lot already giddy with excitement. Friday was always their favorite day of the week, being that it was their only kid-free evening, but Friday night in a private room at the local hot springs was a special treat! The rooms weren’t particularly fancy. Basically a ten-foot square with a staircase leading down into the water, but they were completely private and warm and sensual and the white noise from the water circulating through all the tubs nicely covered their moaning.

They made their way inside, paid for their room, and headed down the long hallway to a row of doors leading to the private rooms. She had always had a thing with the water. It didn’t matter if it was a hot tub, public pool, lake, ocean or these lovely hot springs, swimming made her pussy throb and beg for fulfillment and he was always happy to oblige.

As he stripped and lowered his beautiful, toned, mocha-colored body into the water she lit candles and opened the bottle of red wine they’d smuggled in. Pouring them each a disposable cup full, she joined him in the steamy tub. Immediately, he pulled her against his firm body and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could already feel the head of his semi-hard dick bobbing in the water under her bottom.

She closed her eyes anticipating that first moment of penetration. She had been fantasizing about it all day, squeezing her thighs together as she drove around town completing errands,  imagining the moment when he would breach the entrance of her, pushing past her wet, swollen lips, filling and stretching her, thrusting so deep she thought he might somehow gag her from the inside.

Now here they were at that moment and as always, he did not disappoint. In the seconds following their initial embrace in the water, he was rock hard. He stared into her eyes with primal intensity as he drove into her body. She gasped as he lifted her out of the water with the force of his entrance.  Even through the water, he could tell she was slippery wet all on her own. With eyes still closed, she melted from the instant of exquisite pain into the satisfaction and fulfillment she had been waiting for.

He was so thick and hard it would be easy to get carried away, she knew he could make her cum in a matter of seconds if he wanted to. But tonight was about luxuriating in the moment. She let go of his neck and let herself lean back into the water, floating with her arms stretched out to her sides, legs still wrapped around his waist while he held her hips and slowly pumped in and out of her silky depth. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as her breasts bobbed above the water's surface. Sucking, biting, and nibbling each in turn, listening to her moans and gasps, encouraged by the feel of her pussy clenching down on him.

He would increase the tempo of his thrusts, the intensity of his kisses, use his fingers to gently rub her clit at the same time he would tickle the little pucker at her backside until she was on the edge of cumming and then pull it all back. He would keep his dick still stuffed inside her, moving at an almost imperceptible pace while he offered her a sip of wine, slowly spun her around in the water, let her body calm a moment. Once their breath had slowed, he would start it all over again.

For two hours this went on, they touched and rubbed and stimulated every part of each other’s bodies, lost in the comfort of the warm water, the flickering candlelight, and the unfiltered pleasure they each received from the other’s body. Finally, it was all too much, she looked into his eyes, a desperate look in her own, begging him wordlessly to give her release. It took just a couple of deep thrusts into her with his thumb firmly pressed against her clit, the angle grinding his thick member against her g-spot before she exploded in a flash of sound and color. Wave after wave of pussy clenching pleasure rolled through her entire abdomen, her body burned from the inside out as she gasped for breath and squirted against his belly with a force he could feel even under the water.

Watching her respond to the earth-shattering orgasms she was experiencing was enough to trigger his own. He throbbed and twitched and growled as he pumped spurt after spurt of semen deep into her body. They stayed linked, arms wrapped around each other as they sank down into the water, trying to recover their strength and normalize their breathing as they both silently wondered how much it would cost to build a mini grotto at their own house.