They returned to their amazing bungalow, adorned with a hot tub and porch that overlooked the vast blackness of the Caribbean Sea. Inside the bungalow, Lorraine poured two flutes of Champagne and smiled to see Griffin approaching.

Griffin just glared at her. “Who are you?” Lorraine’s eyes widened and looked at him with a surprised and confused smile, holding up two flutes of Champagne as if it should answer any questions he might have, no matter how absurd they might be.

Griffin asked again in his low voice, “Who are you, and what are you doing in my bungalow?”

“Grif? What are you — ?”

“Don’t do that,” Griffin said, taking a step toward her, “Don’t. You sneak into a strange man’s private space and then play dumb? No, don’t.” Lorraine didn’t know how to respond, so she simply didn’t. Her heart beating faster in the midst of the confusion. She stood stunned and confused as Griffin approached her, but there was no fear of him, even her confusion was fast slipping away. “I suppose I should call the police, you just turning up like this, breaking and entering.” Griffin’s eyes twinkled and a naughty smirk filled his face.

That was when Lorraine realized what her husband was up to, yet another trick, another technique he used to welcome her into another dimension of their own erotic paradise.

“I … I didn't mean to,” Lorraine said. “I thought you’d be pleased. That’s all I wanted, was to please you.”

“Is that so?” He growled. Lorraine trembled as he approached, taking one of the flutes and sipping the Champagne.

“How is it?” She asked innocently, playing along with the fantasy.

Griffin shrugged. “Fair. So, is this what you expected, that you could just slip in here and pour me some of my own liquor?”

Lorraine stammered. “I … um … ”

“You didn't think this through, did you?” He said in a serious tone, Lorraine enjoying every delicious moment of the role play that was unfolding.

“No, I … I was just so eager to meet you, I guess I was too eager.” She crossed her legs flirtatiously, playing with the hem of her dress.

“I guess you were,” he said, his voice a flat, cold slate of recrimination. “What else are you eager to do?”

Lorraine cleared her throat. “Um, whatever you want me to do.”

Griffin nodded with a wry half-smile. “I see.” He walked past her to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the opened Champagne bottle. “Okay then,” Griffin said matter of factly, “take off your clothes.”

Lorraine slipped the spaghetti straps of her light, summer dress from off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor to reveal her naked body, no bra or panties to disguise her. She presented herself to him the way she always would. His role play game of being strangers, of her being an intruder, made her feel more vulnerable than ever before, more prone to the pitfalls of their reckless passion.

Griffin walked out from the kitchen to the back of the bungalow, Lorraine following without a word. With a flick of the switch, the hot tub was frothing, steam soon rising up into the balmy night sky.

Griffin stripped down without a word, his tall, muscular body chiseled like some ancient Greek statue come to life. He slowly stepped into the hot water while Lorraine stood there in silent confusion, waiting to be invited. And without a word, with just a jut of his head, Griffin offered that invitation.

Lorraine accepted.

“You knew I had a hot tub,” Griffin said, and Lorraine could only nod as she stepped in, the water hot around her feet, her ankles, her calves. Goosebumps jumped up on the backs of her arms and around her nipples, already hard, reaching out for Griffin’s expert attention and affection.

“Yes,” Lorraine barely managed to say, “I knew.”

Griffin refilled her flute, the Champagne cold and crisp in contrast to the hot, bubbling froth all around her.

Griffin took another sip of his own drink, watching Lorraine as she savored another sip, too. Then Griffin leaned over and gave her a gentle little kiss, their lips touching in a tender moment of wordless wonder.

Griffin smiled. “You always kiss men you don’t know?” Lorraine could only shake her head. “But sometimes, obviously … ” He said smiling.

Lorraine shrugged, her naked shoulder arching up toward her ear, short red hair damp with steam. “Sometimes.”

“And sometimes you let them fuck you, the way I’m going to.”

“Oh no,” Lorraine said too quickly, the Champagne and the role play keeping her off her guard. “I mean, not the way you're going to.”

“That’s right,” Griffin said, taking her flute and setting both glasses down on the edge of the hot tub. His hands found her arms and he gently guided Lorraine away from the side of the tub to sit in front of him, leaning back into his damp chest, his powerful arms wrapped around her, his hands on her wrists, her arms folded in front of her.

His hard hammer was strong and thick between her legs, and as Griffin eased her back, Lorraine relished the feeling of that beloved beast pressed against her ass cheeks, the small of her back, rotating to a different position as she shifted her body just a few inches in any direction. That slow grind became more pronounced as that cock searched out its home, finding her hot, wet pussy at the very bottom, wedging into her entrance and slowly pushing in. The heat and the bubbles made Lorraine’s nerves crackle with soothing comfort and anxious energy. She was relaxed and loose, but that tension returned as her body slowly became an extension of Griffin’s own, every fraction of an inch further bringing them closer together, two once more becoming one.

Lorraine’s exposed breasts were glistening with the steam and the heat and the water. Griffin’s hands reached around to clutch her them, circling his fingers over her nipples in a burning tease before giving them both a good, hard squeeze, pushing those wanton nipples inward. They sprang back out from Lorraine’s firm breasts, ready to match Griffin stroke for stroke.

Lorraine leaned back into his chest, his cock pushing up further into her tight clench, even the heat and the water failing to rob her muscles of their strength and power. If anything, Lorraine felt stronger than ever before, energized by all that bubbling water, energy swirling around beneath the surface and above, inside and out, up and down as Griffin guided her body up and down on his throbbing cock, long and unyielding.

“Is this what you expected,” Griffin rasped into her ear, “is this what you came for?”

Lorraine nodded, drops of water flicking off her short, red hair. “Yeah, this is what I wanted, so bad … wanted it so bad … ”

“This is just the beginning, baby. You have no idea what you’ve stumbled into. But it’s too late now, you hot little intruder. I’m in, I’m inside you now!” Lorraine nodded, her focus divided between his words, her heartbeat, the heat rising up from the water and from her own loins. “You can feel it, you can’t avoid it, and you love it!”

“Yes,” Lorraine gasped, “I love it.”

“You don’t know what it is to love it yet, you hot little thing, but you’re going to. And you’re never gonna forget it!”

Griffin pulled her closer, his hips leading their water dance, pushing up and pulling back in a smooth, circular rotation. He expended minimal energy and delivered maximum contact and pressure, easing Lorraine back and himself deeper into her. His mid-tempo circular pattern and the slow, certain sink of her body onto that untiring iron spike sent a familiar hum through Lorraine’s body, amplified by the slosh of the water and the pressure of that prick.

Lorraine choked back a shout, a wordless cry to release some of that building tension. She grunted and groaned and withheld her expression, driving that energy back down into her body, smoldering between her hips.

“That feels good, does it? You like it?”

Lorraine nodded, red hair sticking to her dewy cheeks. “Oh yes! God yes … ”

But, Griffin wasn’t done yet, and instead of announcing his intentions he simply acted. Lorraine’s body was suddenly thrust forward, arms stretching out in front of her as the hot tub loomed beneath her. Only Griffin was there to support her, keep her from falling face-first into the water. Lorraine felt as if she was floating, hovering, perilously close a watery grave, yet she was somehow held safely above it by a force more powerful than words could describe.

Griffin Phoenix.

“I gotcha, baby,” Griffin said, his hands on her hips, holding her and pulling her in, thrusting his long cock deep inside her. Lorraine reached out, fingers grasping, finding nothing to lean against, every instinct telling her she was dangling over the precipice, in more ways than one.

Lorraine’s lust was escalating and she was enjoying every minute that Griffin was taking control.

Griffin shifted forward, standing on the lowest point of the hot tub and easing Lorraine forward. Her hands finally found the opposite side of the hot tub, fingers gripping, palms pressing against the wooden rim as he worked her from behind. Lorraine arched the small of her back, shoulders rolling as Griffin found even greater depth, shaking a bit just the way Lorraine loved. She gripped the redwood rim of the hot tub, but her body shook with Griffin’s slightest motion, and she didn’t want to fight it.

Lorraine pushed back, arms rigid, straight, pushing her hips back even further against Griffin’s probing prick. The strength of her arms, body tense with sexual tension, Griffin’s hard cock, all worked to create a bolt of hard energy against that fluid, liquid bath of water and heat and energy around them. The harder Lorraine pushed back, the harder his stiff member pushed into her from behind, the more wild and untamed the water seemed, like it was raging on her behalf, a billion particles dancing free, uninhibited, even while Lorraine herself could barely move.

Griffin kept pummeling her, the heat and the steam from the water making Lorraine’s body flexible, the water doing its part in their clamoring fuck, surrounding and enveloping them both, various elements combing to create a vortex of sexual energy. Lorraine’s heart pounded in her chest, lungs drawing in clouds of dewy musk, clinging to the hot steam and filling her body, fueling her blood to run hotter and faster in her veins.

“You’re glad you came, aren’t you baby” Griffin rasped.

“Yes,” Lorraine answered in a panted wheeze, “so glad … ”

“And you’re never going to leave me! You’re with me forever now, you’re never leaving!”

Griffin’s hand found her short hair, grasping it and pulling her head back, pain tingling in her scalp. That sensation raced straight through her body like a volcanic eruption, exploding and releasing her struggling orgasm, now free to run wild throughout her body.

Lorraine cried out loudly from the pure ecstasy of unleashing a such an intense orgasm. Her eyes barely open, cumming and falling forward into the swirling water of the hot tub. It was her orgasm, surrounding her, hot and bubbly, the surface rising up to overtake her, consume her, drown her. That churn just kept going, energy swirling in upon itself, elements colliding, thoughts driven out by the sheer power of water and Earth, the stars above and the heat all around them, inside them.