Life – A game we all lose eventually, but must be played to win.

The pale New Zealand wine lit up in the glasses, as nature's electrical system suddenly shorted. Great forked flashes struck conveniently exposed points amid a shattering cacophony of thunder, and the sky fell.

Huge drops of summer rain instantly painted the cobblestones around the hot tub, as Mary and Will lay back, glasses resting by their hands, bubbles bursting from the tub, almost covering their naked bodies. Almost.

The lightning reminded Mary of the first time Will had made love to her. Ten years had passed as fast as the lightning flashes, but some things seemed infinitely long ago, like that night. A marriage, jobs, two kids, mortgage, huge gobs of love, and no shortage of arguments had joined in a seemingly continuous string from then until now, and they were happy.

For the first time since their daughter was born, they were alone for an entire weekend. Will's boss had offered them his cabin in the mountains, and they had accepted almost pathetically, they were so in need of a break.

On their arrival, Will had immediately started the tub warming, and despite the ominous looking sky, they both wanted to soak in it this evening. Once they had unpacked what little they had brought with them, they removed their clothes, picked up the wine bottle and glasses, and headed out across the grass to the bubbling warmly lit cauldron, jumped in, and actually started to relax.

After a quiet while, sipping wine, and watching the fireworks around them, Mary looked over at Will, and put her glass down.

"Will, are you listening?"

"Mmmm..."

Shuffling over closer in the tub, she gently removed the glass from his hand and placed it carefully on the cobblestones. Then she turned around so she was facing her husband, knelt on the base of the tub, and kissed him hard on the lips, to get his attention. As his lips responded to the kiss, she gently forced his mouth open with her tongue, and explored the warmth inside. He tasted of wine and maleness, just as she knew he would. She also knew that this drove him nuts.

Whilst their tongues were getting reacquainted, she slowly ran her hands down his still slim sides, feeling his ribs, the softer skin of his waist, the solidity of his bony hips. As he lifted his arms to return the caress, she removed her lips from his.

"No Will. My turn, You just relax."

"How can I relax when you do that?"

"Just sit there and enjoy it. Promise me, and then I'll kiss you again."

"Alright wench. I promise. I never could turn down your kisses."

"I count on it. Now lean back there and close your eyes."

"I can't even look at you?"

"You won't need to. Promise."

"You're the boss."

"I know. No more talking either."

"No talking?"

"Shush." And she secured the last word, by returning her lips to his.

Roving again with her hands, she found his little man-nipples, warm, wet and hard under the bubbles. As she slowly ran around them with her thumbs, a sigh escaped his mouth, despite the obstructions still in place.

"No talking boy, or I stop!" she commanded, a giggle in her voice softening the stern words. "I mean it!"

Accepting his fate gracefully, Will said nothing more, but concentrated on kissing his beloved.

As her hands roamed freely in the warm water, she deliberately avoided the obvious hardness between his legs, and instead stroked his chest, stomach, legs, shoulders. Crouching between his knees like this, she had access to most of him. She even lifted him slightly, so that she could caress his butt, though she had to release his mouth to reach, and placed her lips on one of his nipples instead.

The sighs were much more audible now, and Mary could feel him relaxing under her manipulation. Switching her mouth to the other nipple, she slowly worked her way back down his body with her hands, starting from his shoulders, and moving past his erect nipples, his ticklish navel, down through the slowly thickening pubic hair, and took hold of his warm relaxed testicles. She knew he hated it if she squeezed them, so she gently rolled them around in her hands instead.

The sighs continued as she manipulated his groin with one hand, and reached under him a little, to lightly caress between his buttocks. She knew he wanted her to continue, because he lifted his butt slightly from the ledge in the tub to give her better access.

Finally she moved to his penis. As her fingertips flowed very lightly over the circumcised head, his sighs changed to moans, though he still didn't speak. Slowly she started to rub his cock up and down with her hand, just the way he had shown her he liked it. It felt harder and larger than usual, but perhaps that was a trick of the water.

Mary realised suddenly that the combination of the ledge in the tub, and the buoyancy of the water gave her the opportunity to try something else, and she removed her hand from his penis, and stood up on the floor.

The rain was much more noticeable with this much of her body out of the water, and she realised how cold the air was. But it was nice.

Climbing up on the wide ledge on which Will was sitting, she moved her hips near his closed eyes, and then reached down and gently pulled his face toward her. He couldn't see her, but he could smell her womanhood without any trouble. Reaching out with his hands to hold her hips, he nestled his face in between her legs, licking and kissing his way to her open tunnel. As she stood there in the cold rain, the water only up to her knees, he caressed her most private parts with his tongue, ten years of experience telling him exactly what she wanted. He flicked her labia expertly, tunnelled inside her with his tongue, kissed her delicately with his wet lips. Slowly her worked his way up, her thatch of wet brown hair pushed against his face, her hips thrusting at him. As his tongue made its way to the source of her heat, she grabbed the back of his head, and pulled it tightly to her. Answering her unspoken demand, he started to lick and suck on her clitoris, as she quivered with anticipation, standing silently in the cold rain.

As the gyrations of his tongue drove her to fever pitch, she started to moan above him, driving him on to even faster movement. Her hips began to thrust involuntarily. Her body swaying above him. As she came close to orgasm, pushing herself against his magical tongue, groaning in the air, she suddenly felt his hands gently touch her spine, slowly running their way down to her tailbone.

That was the last straw. Clenching her hands behind his head, her whole body shuddering as her muscle control evaporated, she screamed loudly into the night, her thighs convulsing with the force, her clitoris suddenly burning, waves of pleasure consuming reason, animal passion in command.

They stayed in that position, Mary shaking as her vaginal muscles pulsed again and again, the intervals lengthening, the power slowly declining. Finally, she felt able to move, and she crouched down on the shelf, and kissed her husband, a gentle 'til death do us part' kiss. A 'please remember how you did that' kiss. But most of all, a 'now it's your turn' kiss.

Crouching put a lot more of her body back in the hot bubbling water, and she realised again how cold it was outside. Bending her knees and ankles as much as she could, she was able to get low enough to impale herself on Will's aching penis. As she sank down over him, she gloried in the feel of his entry. Of the way his cock stretched her inside, even after the children. Of the silky feel of his skin rubbing on hers, lubricated miraculously by the water and herself. Of the pressure of the head of his cock pressing against her cervix.

No sooner had she taken him in as far as she could, when she started to lift herself off again. Lifting completely clear of his cock, she felt the bubbly water invading the space, only the be squeezed out again as she relaxed her knee muscles. Once the rhythm was started, it became a habit. It wasn't too difficult with the water helping, and anyway, Mary's body had was becoming so aroused by the movement that she didn't notice the pain.

As she continued to pump gracefully over her groaning husbands cock, her breath quickened, and occasional grunts escaped her mouth. The feelings of emptiness and water, entry, and stretching, fullness and cervical pressure cycled continuously. The rising heat of arousal, and the pain of her knees were intermingled in her mind, and she couldn't have stopped if she tried. Again and again she lifted herself off him, only to lower herself again with a sigh. Faster and faster she pumped, until she knew she was near the point of no return.

Knowing very well how close she was, Will held off as long as he could, and when he knew he couldn't cope with much more, he reached up to Mary's breasts, kneaded them gently for a moment, and then savagely squeezed both nipples. That was all Mary could take, and she exploded on him, her thighs squeezing and releasing his penis over and over, her screams louder than the first time. His cock found release, and desperately pumped what seemed like huge quantities of semen deep in the back of her vagina, and Will screamed too.

As the spasms between their thighs slowed and stopped, Mary climbed off his pleasure pole, and collapsed in the tub, unable to speak or move. Will stayed right where he was, his slowly drooping cock oozing a little as it fell, it too exhausted, at least for now.

And just for a few minutes, they both forgot the pressures of life, the financial struggles, the demands and priorities of parenthood, and just floated in the warm water, cold rain dripping on them. The lightning had long stopped, and the night was still young. So were they.