Middle-aged men are more sexually provocative, part two.

Life went on uneventfully. One day, after settling the kids in, we planned to go to a hot spring to relax. We'd been saying this for a long time—a change of scenery, some time just the two of us—but we'd always been held back by琐事 (trivial matters). That day, it took a lot of courage. We entrusted the kids to the parents of one of her classmates in the neighborhood. The classmate's parents even teased us, saying we were like teenagers in middle age.
What my wife didn't know was that I'd arranged to go to the hot spring with a couple I'd known online for a long time. I wondered if they could guide us, and I figured that with a romantic setting and some wine, my wife might be tempted.
We brought a few bottles of wine and arrived at the pre-booked hot spring courtyard. There were two rooms and one hot spring pool. My wife asked if there were other people in the two rooms, worried it would be awkward. I lied and said all the other private rooms were booked. Besides, the hot spring pool was so big; each of us could have our own corner, and we weren't naked in our swimsuits. Besides, what if no one else checked in? We'd still be getting a great deal!
The autumn air was crisp and clear, and the warm afternoon sun made us feel lazy. We filled the tub, changed our clothes, and leisurely soaked in the hot spring. The gate was closed, and my lust was aroused. I squeezed my wife's nipples through the gap in her swimsuit. My wife turned and kissed me. We entwined on the surface of the water, each hand doing its own thing, moving up and down. My wife's thick pubic hair covered her entire vulva. My hand teased her vulva, and her hand also circled my penis, stroking it up and down. We gradually lost ourselves in the moment.
My wife's eyes were hazy, and I couldn't help but pull down her panties and let her sit on top of me. My penis immediately slid into an even warmer place with the warm spring water, tightly enveloped. I squeezed my wife's breasts, and my buttocks began to rise and fall, moving my penis up and down inside her. The waves around us rippled and spread. My speed varied, and the ripples rose and fell with the rise and fall of my body. The sound drowned out the sounds of our thrusting. This feeling was completely incomparable to that in the bathtub. My wife was moaning softly. Just then, I whispered in her ear that someone seemed to be coming because I heard voices and footsteps. I quickly pulled my penis out. My wife was abruptly pulled away, and I heard the sound of a bottle being pulled out of its cork. She seemed a little unsatisfied, her face flushed as she looked at me. I pointed to the doorway, and she dove underwater, trying to hide her embarrassment. I couldn't get up either, because my penis was still erect. I also dove into the water, pretending to be underwater, until they opened the gate and entered the yard. Only then did I surface to greet them. I also patted my wife, encouraging her to say hello too, since we were going to spend the night in that yard.
The couple who came in looked to be around our age, but the husband was noticeably stronger than me—tall, well-proportioned, and with a great physique. During our conversation, I learned he had a habit of working out; he used to be a long-distance runner, and although he'd retired, his regular exercise kept his legs strong, his muscles brimming with explosive power. The wife was also a bit taller than mine. The most striking feature was her breasts, which bulged noticeably under her clothes. The four of us exchanged smiles and gestures. They went into the room, and I whispered to my wife, deliberately asking, "Do you think they're a real couple or just having an affair?" My wife laughed and said, "Do you think other people might be thinking the same thing?" Then, in a coquettish tone, she said, "I didn't get very satisfied earlier; it's so itchy." I pulled her hand over and placed it on my penis, saying, "I'm hard too. Want to go to the room and finish?" My wife glanced at the room and said, "Let's wait a bit. It's a little embarrassing to go in like this." I said, "What's embarrassing? We don't know each other." My wife still felt it wasn't quite right, so we continued soaking. This time, because there were other people around, there was less fidgeting, but we were exchanging glances more often, and it actually started to feel like we were in love. In the way our eyes met, we weren't teenagers, but we were even more youthful than before.

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