This took place not long after we had our first hot tub, the inflatable type, as a tester before buying a much larger 8ft x 8ft wooden framed tub.

I made an arrangement with Amy, it was bikini bottoms only when it was just the two of us, and I’d fantasied about someone, a man obviously, coming into the garden when we were in the tub. With the smaller inflatable tub Amy wouldn’t be able to hide her tits under the water, but what would her reaction be?

I needed a plan, and I advertised here on SH for a man to “visit” us, pretending to be returning an item. It needed to be someone local, and someone who realised it was just a bit of fun, no sex, just fun for me.

I had just three responses, two were no hopers as they were too far away, but the third, Charles lived just a mile away. I arranged to meet him to discuss how to do it, and what was not on offer. We met in a pub, got a couple of drinks and sat down. The arrangement became that I would let him know when we would be in the tub, unfortunately he’d only get a couple of hours notice by text, then another about 30 minutes before we got in. He was happy with that, he lived alone and so was quite flexible. The scene was set, he was to be returning a camera lens which he’d borrowed, the side gate to the garden would be unlocked, he would have “tried the doorbell”, noticed both cars in the driveway and decided to come around to the rear garden. Amy would be completely unaware of the arrangements, and as I said, it was just a bit of fun to fulfill one of my many fantasies. I showed him a few photographs of Amy to whet his appetite, a couple were topless on the beach, one in her underwear with her arms folded across her chest and a third nude but with her back to the camera.

The first and second time we tried he texted back an apology, he wasn’t available but asked to keep trying. By this time we’d had the tub a few weeks and the chlorine as anyone with a tub will agree was ruining her bikini bottoms, the elastic was going and they stretched easily, not fitting well at all, Amy agreed, they looked awful. A couple of times I’d managed to get them off her, and as the tub was right by the kitchen patio doors so she didn’t put them on getting out to get dressed.

Finally, a Wednesday night in May, Charles sent a text back, he was available and a short while later we were heading to the tub. Getting into my shorts I saw Amy pick up her bikini, she turned to me and said “stuff it” and walked to the tub naked, I thought all my dreams had come true in an instant.

In the tub, the bubble jets were on, as were the underwater lights, and the garden security light which was above the tub came on as we got in but stayed off otherwise.

I heard the gate, saw Amy’s face which looked a bit horrified, she tried to get a bit further underwater but her nipples were barely hidden. Charles came around the corner, the security light came on, he made eye contact with me and started his dialogue. “I tried the doorbell, no answer, and thought you might be in the garden, didn’t know you had a tub, oh, and this must be Amy”.

Charles was so relaxed in conversation about the lens, not ignoring Amy, but not making it obvious he was looking at her tits, Amy had relaxed and was sitting more upright, her tits well on display. “I’m thinking of buying a tub, what do you think of it?” he said turning to Amy, and started to talk more to her, probably just so he could get a better look.

The bubble jets are on a 20 minute timer and they stopped, I’m not sure whether Amy had forgotten her state of undress at first, she just carried on talking, and then realised when Charles stood up and the security light came on, illuminating her lovely body. She started to cover up with her hands, and then said another “Stuff it, you’ve seen what I’ve got now anyway” and just lay there talking the merits of the tub, her gorgeous, size 10 body with her perky a-cup tits glistening wet.

I asked Charles if he wanted a coffee, he replied yes and Amy said she’d make them, she stood up, her beautiful shaven pussy at about the same level as Charles’ face and only a couple of feet away from his eyes, turned to the kitchen and walked away, returning a few minutes later, still naked, 2 coffee cups in hand, handed them to us and went to get her own cup. We continued chatting, nothing more happened, no sex, no groping, just Charles and me having a bit of fun watching Amy.

I never saw Charles again, (I did get a thank you text though), but I still have memories of that evening, I bet Charles does too.

Amy to this day doesn’t know she was set up, and I’m not going to tell her.