Taken in the Hot Tub

I still don't know why I said it. It just slipped out — the moment I told my wife to go to him. To pleasure him. Yes, it was my idea. But it wasn't exactly a thought. More like an instinct. Something that bypassed every rational part of my brain and just... came out.And then she went. She walked to our guest room and did exactly what I'd suggested.Except she didn't quite stick to the rules.We'd agreed — just her hands. Simple. Contained. But as I watched, she used a lot more than that. And for some reason I didn't stop her. Didn't say a word. Just watched.And then I watched again. And again. I listened as she told me everything she'd done to him, her words pushing me right over the edge.All because of a hot tub.