Pool Party

This story is obviously 100% true and represents real events with absolutely no embellishment whatsoever. Alcohol consumption is not recommended before making major life decisions or operating a motor vehicle.

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My wife, Tori, and I love a good pool party. When we got the invitation, we were both excited.

“No kids, no singles, no exceptions,” it read.

No questions from me.

The time was set for “4 PM to???”

We were both immediately in.

On the drive over, I kept glancing at my wife, trying to figure out what was different. She hadn’t said anything, but she kept adjusting the black linen cover-up like it wasn’t sitting quite the way she expected.

“Alright,” I said finally with a grin. “What are you hiding?”

She smiled but didn’t say anything.

“Did you get a new bikini?” I pressed, curious about what could possibly be underneath.

“Yeah,” she hesitated. “I hope it’s not…not too much.”

I smiled back at her. “You know I like a good bikini. Besides, it’s just adults. No one will care. It can’t be worse than last time, can it?”

Last time, her top was a thin micro-mesh fabric, and somehow all the guys at the pool needed to chat with her about something. She had pretended everything was normal. I thought the whole situation was amusing.

“I just think I might have taken it too far with this one,” she sighed.

“Naw!” I disagreed with a grin, “I can’t wait to see what has you this nervous. Whatever it is, I already know I’m going to love it.”

She glanced at me, the hesitation in her eyes softening ever so slightly into a small, pleased smile. I took one last glance toward the mystery hidden beneath her cover-up. I wondered how many drinks it would take to let me see.

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We pulled up in front of the house, and several cars were already parked out front. As we walked around to the side gate, I noticed two things. First, the sound of slow, deep bass echoed around the side of the house, promising a good time lying just beyond the fence. Second, my wife’s ass swayed through the dark linen, which also promised a good time later.

I unlatched the gate, and we made our way around the side of the house to the patio. A drinks table was set up near the back door and had attracted a few couples like moths to a flame.

“Hi, Tori!” floated a voice from the loungers by the pool.

Sarah approached us with a big smile and an air of absolute elegance, as always.

“And hi, Luke,” she said, a bit softer, looking deep into my eyes.

Even at a neighborhood pool party, Sarah was always high-fashion personified. Today was no different. A simple white one-piece decorated her slim, athletic frame. She made the high-cut hip line seem effortless, and the clean lines and silk-thin fabric lay flat against her as if designed for the runway rather than water.

My wife elbowed me and commented, “She looks like a Victoria’s Secret model.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Sarah must have heard the comment. “Oh, that’s a good idea!”

She gave my wife and then me a quick hug and strutted off into the house, giving her husband, Mike, a quick slap on the ass as she passed the drinks table.

How she could pull off such a simple look with such grace never ceased to surprise me. Even the silhouette of her understated curves through the thin material seemed tailored and composed.

Tori and I wandered over to the drinks table. We both grabbed a margarita and mingled. Most of the couples hadn’t made it into the pool yet. The women were all still in cover-ups except for Brooke, who was rocking a classic red string bikini, probably a half-size too small. She had finished college several years ago, but joked that even if you take the girl out of the sorority, you can never take the sorority out of the girl.

“Hi, Lucus,” she said, using my full name coyly, lightly grabbing my wrist.

“Hi,” I replied, nodding my head discreetly toward my wife.

She giggled and scooted closer, hip gently grazing mine. “So I’ve been watching you since you got here. Did you know that?”

“Oh yeah?” I responded with a smile and mock curiosity. “What had you staring?”

She looked over at her husband, Kyle, who was fully distracted by another conversation. She looked back at me, then ran her finger up my arm and traced a circle on my chest. I nervously looked over at my wife, who was chatting with Mike.

“Come on,” teased Brooke, following my gaze. “Does she appreciate your body as much as I do?” she asked with a little laugh.

“Oh, I think she appreciates it,” I said quietly, grabbing her hand. “You’re making this kinda dangerous.”

Brooke smiled like that was exactly the point.

“Am I though?” she asked, glancing at Tori before letting her fingers linger on my chest. “Because you don’t look very worried.”

“But do I look married?” I asked her, not pulling away.

“Yeah. But so do I,” she said softly, eyes flicking to Kyle across the yard. “Hey, do you want to chill by the pool and discuss if that matters?”

I gave her a little playful push. “Careful,” I joked with a smile.

She winked and turned away, adjusting her top. “It’s hot. I’m gonna cool off.”

My wife caught me staring at Brooke’s ass as she walked away. “Hey, now. I’m right here,” she said with a little hair flip, sashaying her cover-up.

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Tori and I found some open loungers under an umbrella by the pool. I looked over at her. She was reclined back on the lounger, one knee up, margarita in hand, casually scanning the scene through her oversized sunglasses. My drink was just starting to hit, and the music was thumping across the glistening pool. It was like I had stepped into a real-life version of a resort brochure.

“So when do we get to see the suit?” my voice broke the spell, eyeing the hint of her nipples protesting the black linen.

She moved her free hand to cover the bikini that was already hidden under the thin cover-up. “I don’t know. I might need to go change.”

“Should I grab you another drink?” I offered with a smile.

“You’re bad!” she laughed in response and stayed put.

“Oh fuck! Look at Sarah,” she exclaimed.

I took her up on the offer, and hot damn! Sarah had emerged from the house in the same swimwear, but now sported a pair of pure-white pumps. The heels accentuated her already impressive legs. She had grabbed a champagne flute from the drinks table and headed to a lounger of her own on the other side of the pool. Her eyes caught my less-than-obvious stare, and she gave a little smile and a wave.

I waved back and then remarked to my wife, “So where’s the photographer?”

“I know, right?” she responded with a little laugh.

Camila and Brian wandered over. Somehow, Camila had managed to look as distracting as ever, even under her cover-up.

“Hey, guys! There you are,” Brian called out, “I figured you’d be by the pool.”

“Hey, buddy! Good to see you!” I responded, and then joked, “What? Are you keeping tabs on our location?”

Brian laughed. “No, I don’t need to. You guys are too predictable. Water plus booze, and I know right where to find you.”

Camila smiled as she slid her sunglasses up into her hair. “We did a lap first. Said hi to everyone. You two looked… settled.”

“Oh, we found our happy place,” my wife responded softly.

Camila laughed, then glanced at our drinks. “Those margaritas look legit.”

“They’re stronger than they taste,” my wife commented. “I don’t know what Mike did with them.”

“I like ’em,” I observed, taking another sip.

“Oh, I like them, too,” my wife continued with a little laugh. “I’m just not sure how much tequila Mike wasted on these things.”

Camila giggled, “Oh, you think he wasted the tequila?”

I glanced over at the drinks table. The famed tequila bottle was, in fact, empty. For now, no one seemed to mind. The pool was still mostly empty, but the energy was building as couples mingled in small groups, laughter mixing with music floating across the water. Brooke was chilling in the pool near the edge, chatting with her husband, Kyle, who sat with his feet in the pool, facing us. Besides them, the pool was empty, but inviting.

“God, it’s hot. Isn’t it?” Camila asked to no one in particular.

She must have felt the pull and walked toward the water, margarita in hand. Brian followed obediently. She stopped just short of the edge, untied her cover-up, and let it slip to the ground.

The fabric slid easily from her shoulders, settling at her feet to reveal a deliberately layered look: a minimalist micro-top worn over a bikini-shaped body chain that accentuated the lines of her chest without pretending to function as coverage. As the cover-up dropped to the deck below, her bottoms followed the same logic: decorative chainwork presenting itself in the shape of a bikini overlaid by a token fabric triangle doing the real work.

Brooke and Kyle both looked over and gave them a little smile. Camila slipped a hair tie from her wrist and raised her arms to pull her long, glossy black hair into a high ponytail. As her arms went up, the micro-top shifted higher, suddenly aware of how little help it could expect from the confident chain beneath it. The jewelry held its shape without concern. The bottom hem of tiny fabric triangles held on for dear life, having immediately exhausted what little safety margin it had originally been given.

The couple slipped into the water and made their way over next to Brooke and her husband.

I was getting excited. Sure, the women in the pool were hot, but the thought of how my wife had somehow topped their outfits was getting my heart rate up a bit. I took a sip of my margarita and reached out my hand to my wife.

Vanessa and Tom had arrived fashionably late, and just fashionably dressed. Vanessa made a beeline for the pool, dropping her cover-up on the way. Tom made a brief detour to the drinks table to snag the last two margaritas, then joined his wife in the pool.

They were a bit older than us, but that didn’t stop Vanessa from flaunting her body. Where Camila’s top had been optimistic, testing its limits with every movement, Vanessa’s deep-blue micro-mesh one-piece had no such illusions. It settled easily into its role as an outline rather than a barrier, growing only more transparent as it soaked through, almost as if that had always been the point.

Sarah got up from her lounger and strutted over to the pool steps. She sat down on the edge of the pool, chatting with Vanessa, legs elegantly crossed.

As the pool started filling with partygoers, my wife looked at me and sighed. “I think the women need me at the pool.”

I raised my glass to her. “Cheers to that! Mind if I just watch from over here?”

“Oh, please do,” she called back with a giggle.

“When can I see what you’re wearing?” I asked as she walked toward the steps.

She looked back and smiled, but said nothing.

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As she sat on the steps beside Sarah, Brooke made her way over to join the growing group of women. They talked and laughed, and I could only make out some of it over the music and party noise. Something about planning a girls’ night.

I did catch Brooke mention that she needed a refill. She walked to the side of the pool and pushed herself up on the edge, facing me. She made eye contact with me and boosted herself up on the side of the pool. As she did, the water caught her red bikini top and pulled it down, exposing two beautiful pink nipples. She stood dripping and walked past my lounger with a little smirk, but didn’t fix her top until she was already on her way over to the drinks table.

My heart was now pounding in my chest as I looked over toward my wife. She had clearly noticed Brooke’s little “accident” and gave me a wink before turning back to the women. I looked back over at Brooke perusing the drinks; then she walked back to the pool to the soundtrack of music and conversation. She noticed me watching and gave me a cute little wave, and motioned me closer.

I moved to a lounger closer to the steps. Brooke informed the group that the margaritas were gone.

“Oh, sorry,” apologized Vanessa, adjusting her mesh top, “that was us. We showed up late and cleaned you out.”

“No worries,” Sarah reassured her. “I can have Mike run in and grab another bottle.”

She turned to look at the pool. “I think I’m gonna have a dip first, though it’s warm.”

There was a murmur of agreement, and Vanessa dipped back down to re-wet her suit. “The water does feel good.”

“Let me join you,” said Sarah, standing up.

As Sarah stepped down into the water with deliberate sophistication, her suit didn’t resist so much as reconsider. The silk-thin white fabric darkened immediately, loosening its allegiance to opacity as the pool claimed it. The material thinned further as it soaked through, stretching into a near-translucent second skin that embraced her without hesitation. Her breasts pressed clearly against it now, the piercings beneath catching light through the fabric as the suit quietly agreed her body was no longer something to hide.

“Oh, this does feel good,” she sighed happily. “Someone else is gonna have to get Mike. I’m staying here.”

Vanessa looked at my wife and gestured toward her cover-up. “So are you going to be a prude today?”

My cock stirred in my swim trunks. I was on team Vanessa, too, hoping the liquor and the women egging her on would keep her from chickening out.

“OK, let me know if it’s too much,” my wife responded, reaching for the tie on her cover-up.

The linen gave way, and Vanessa gasped, “Oh, honey, that’s not too much.” She paused, then continued with a smile. “There’s nothing there.”

Vanessa was right. My wife’s “swimwear” was a halter top two-piece made entirely of the most open fishnet I’d ever seen. The “fabric” was nothing but a netting of thin threads, at least three or four inches apart, leaving her above-average-sized areolae fully exposed to the group in the pool. A single rhinestone adorned each of the intersections where the threads crossed.

“Oh, Tori, that’s gorgeous!” Sarah cooed. “Your nipples are just…out.”

She wasn’t wrong. It was as if the top was made from just pure negative space. Her bottoms were no different. Her pussy was fully exposed, waxed smooth, and seemed to be just a little flushed from excitement.

Brooke traced one of the lines on the top, outlining an almost entirely exposed breast. “And I love the rhinestones! They’re so sparkly.”

“I didn’t look this bad online,” my wife commented, looking down, adjusting it futilely.

I loved my wife’s body, and this was the perfect accent. My cock was now fully rock hard as I thought about the types of activity the bottoms would facilitate without even needing to be removed.

Vanessa’s nipples were fighting against the sheer mesh of her own suit. “Now I feel like the prude,” she commented.

“Yeah, I feel overdressed,” giggled Brooke, her creamy boobs straining against her tiny bikini. “I really need another drink, now.”

“So do I,” my wife responded with a mischievous smile.

Sarah was still lounging on the steps, breasts peeking up above the water. “I bet Mike could help you find something.”

My wife stood without any hesitation. “I’ll go find him.”

The women and I watched her walk back toward the patio where Mike was lingering with a few of the other guys. They chatted there for a bit, too far away for me to hear the specifics.

“Well, she wins,” commented Sarah. “I’ll have to ask Mike later what he thinks.”

As the women shifted back toward Kyle, Vanessa continued on about the suit. “Sarah, you’d better up your game,” she teased.

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Sarah played it off and remained on the steps, relaxing in the water by herself, a picture of perfect elegance. Her eyes were closed, and her head was back just enough not to mess up her hair in the water.

“Did they abandon you?” I asked with a smile.

She opened her eyes and looked over. “Yeah, all alone,” her voice rang with mock sorrow.

“Join me?” I asked, patting the lounger next to me.

Without a word, she rose from the pool, dried her feet, and then slipped her white pumps back on. Her eyes never left mine as she walked over and sat down casually.

“So Mike and Tori have been in the house for a minute,” she observed with a sly grin. “I hope they’re finding everything OK.”

“Oh, she usually finds what she wants,” I explained. “And that tequila ran out pretty fast.”

“Yeah,” she agreed and then changed the topic. “So my suit isn’t as sheer as hers. Kinda a bummer.”

She looked down at her sheer, wet suit and ran her hands down gently over her breasts. They gave just slightly under pressure.

“I got these new barbells yesterday. Do you like them?” she asked, pointing at the perfectly visible piercings through her erect nipples.

“Mm hmm,” I agreed. “Very elegant.”

She continued, “They match the one down here, too.” She brought my attention to her pussy. A little bubble of air had caught beneath the saturated fabric, partly obscuring the matching Christina piercing.

“Oops, sorry,” she apologized, and pulled the bottoms to the side. Everything was laser-smooth as usual.

“I like it,” I commented, swallowing through the lump that had formed in my throat.

“This thing is making me cold,” she said suddenly, pulled the wet and nearly transparent swimsuit down over her shoulders, and dropped it onto the pool deck. There she was, sitting on the lounger next to mine, wearing nothing but her white high heels.

She looked around at the couples mingling in and around the pool. “What a party.”

I adjusted myself in my swim trunks. Somehow, naked with shoes seemed more naked than regular naked, and looking at Sarah up close had me throbbing.

“Do you want to get comfortable?” she asked, moving over to my lounger and sitting next to me, her tight ass brushing against my thigh.

As I pulled my trunks down, my cock sprang out.

“That’s better,” she commented, eyes fixed on my erection.

She looked back down at her body, tracing her fingers around her tiny breasts.

“Do you think my tan lines are too obvious?” she asked matter-of-factly.

I reached out and ran my fingers down from her shoulders to just above her pierced nipples. “I think they’re fine.”

I looked back down at myself. “I’m pretty pasty white myself.”

“That’s OK, I don’t mind,” she reassured.

She threw a leg over me and sat on my thighs to get a better look. Her pussy was dangerously close to my cock, which she took in her soft hands.

“Would you ever get a piercing?” she inquired, fingers exploring my tip.

“I don’t know,” I replied thoughtfully, as I reached out to gently touch her Christina piercing. “Do you think they’d…I don’t know…get snagged?”

She slid forward, her pussy opening and gliding up from the root of my throbbing cock, pressing it between her and me.

“You’re probably right,” she said.

“You know,” she continued, “if your wife’s gonna take forever with those drinks, we might as well get you taken care of.”

“You don’t think she’ll interrupt?” I asked.

“Let’s find out,” she offered, lifting her dripping pussy just over my tip.

“Mmmm,” she sighed. “You feel good.”

I gently grabbed her hips and pulled her down slowly onto me. As she bottomed out, she let out another deep sigh. My eyes drifted up her undulating body and met her hungry gaze. She leaned back and put her hands on my legs. I thrust, and she bounced up and down on my body on the lounger.

Back across the pool, I noticed that Brooke had finally lost her obviously-too-small top. Her pale pink nipples were just barely peeking from the water as she flirted shamelessly with Kyle and his friends. All around me, couples were enjoying the evening, laughing, drinking, and didn’t seem to need to be fully clothed to do so.

Sarah reached down and started rubbing her pussy, just above where I was moving steadily in and out. Her fingers moved skillfully from the root of my cock to herself, and back again. Then she slipped two fingers inside, one on each side of my cock. She started masturbating herself with me still inside.

She came the first time, bucking in pleasure, face frozen in beautiful agony. I think she had squirted ever so slightly, because she was suddenly incredibly wet.

As she came down from the high, she sighed loudly. “Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Vanessa looked over, mid-conversation, but her eyes didn’t linger long.

Sarah had both nipples in her hands, twisting them as I continued to thrust up under her. The barbells tugged against her buds.

“Fuck me!” she begged. “Fuck me before your wife comes back!”

She moved her hips in circles over mine, and I could feel myself getting close as she came a second time. Her body convulsed on short hitches, adding a new rhythm to my thrusting.

“Where do you want it?” I asked in short, labored breaths.

“Fill me up!” she begged, reaching back to gently caress my balls. “No one will care.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I tightened and spurted, again and again, deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” she sighed, bending down to kiss me.

We lay there for a moment, and I didn’t care who saw.

She slowly rose back up, sitting her glistening body down beside me, hand on my chest. It rose and fell with my breathing, still a bit labored from our shared exertion. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled. I looked down at the piercing on her clit hood, the hard metal contrasted against her soft folds. Her eyes followed mine down.

“So do you like it?” she asked, spreading herself open again to give me a better view. As she did, I could see a little drip of my cum threatening to emerge from her opening.

“I do,” I answered, looking back up at her breasts. “I think they match really nicely. Did they all come as a set?”

“Yeah,” she explained, looking down, “I saw them a few days ago, and thought they’d be perfect for today.”

I reached out and gave one of her nipples a little tweak and smiled. “I think you nailed the look.”

She sighed in agreement and then looked up. “I wonder where your wife got with those drinks?” Sarah mused.

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We both looked toward the patio, and, as if on cue, my wife emerged with a single bottle of tequila and Sarah’s husband, Mike, in tow. Her hair was a bit messier, but her suit was showing just as much as before. As I looked, maybe it was actually showing more. I saw what looked like a glistening drip of cum from her exposed pussy running down her inner thigh.

She and Mike laughed with the guys near the drinks table as he made more margaritas with the seemingly hard-fought liquor. She gave him a tight hug, long and lingering, and then headed our way with three fresh drinks.

Sarah was still nude, but was back on her own lounger by the time my wife arrived.

“Hey, you guys,” my wife called casually. “I got those drinks.”

“Perfect timing,” Sarah replied, reaching out to grab a sweating cup.

My wife straightened her hair a bit. “Sorry I took so long. Mike wanted to show me something.”

Sarah was lying back on her lounger, eyes closed, and a bead of my cum had started dripping from her flushed pussy. I also accepted a welcome drink from my wife.

“We managed,” I explained.

“It looks like you did,” my wife responded. “Sarah, you’ve got a…”

Her voice trailed off, but she was still gesturing toward Sarah’s messy pussy lips when she opened her eyes.

“Oh, yeah. Oops.” She reached down with a giggle, wiped up the drip of cum, and licked her finger.

My wife giggled back.

“Hey, it looks like you might have gotten more than a drink when you were in there.” Sarah wiped the drip of cum from my wife’s leg and also brought that to her mouth.

“Mike is so caring, isn’t he?” she asked.

My wife sat on the lounger next to me, opposite Sarah, and stared dreamily into the sky, sighing. “He’s wonderful.”

Her hand dropped to her pussy, still wet and fully exposed through her minimal bottoms. She started rubbing herself.

“So where did you do it?” Sarah inquired, innocently.

“Um, you’re gonna have to clean up the counter, sorry,” my wife apologized. “I think I squirted a bit in your kitchen.”

Sarah laughed, bringing her hand back to her own pussy. “That’s OK. Sounds nice.”

My wife had her two middle fingers inserted through her bottoms. “Yeah, we found the bottle, then each took a shot.”

“Mike liked my suit,” she continued, fingering herself to the memory.

“I think we all like your suit,” I observed, looking over at Sarah, who had started masturbating herself as well.

“Didn’t you see us through the window?” my wife asked.

“I didn’t. Sarah was trying to sneak in a quickie before you got back,” I explained and continued with a smirk. “I’m not complaining. I was just…just focused.”

“Wait, were you guys on the counter by the window?” Sarah asked curiously, fingers reacting to the storytelling.

My wife looked back toward the patio, gesturing with her head because her hands were busy. “Yeah, right there.”

“Oh man, I missed it,” I moaned. “That sounds hot.”

My wife lay her head back on the lounger and closed her eyes. “It was definitely hot.”

Sarah was obviously affected by the mental image. “Oh fuck, I can just imagine. Did he fuck you through those ridiculous bottoms?”

“Mm hmm,” my wife answered without opening her eyes.

My cock twitched at the mental image: Mike having his way with her by the window, cock penetrating her through those amazing bottoms.

The women each recounted their own sexual exploits from the past hour. Sarah described how curious I was about her suit, how I had touched her naked body, and the look on my face when she had shown me her new piercings.

My wife had stopped verbally responding. Her fingers were moving methodically now, faster and faster. I knew what was about to happen.

“Don’t stop!” she begged. “Tell me more.”

As Sarah described how my cock had felt inside her, I started stroking myself, and my erection slowly returned. I was watching my wife, but could hear the sound of Sarah’s fingers at work behind me as she narrated. My wife opened her eyes and saw me gently caressing my now-hard cock, and she lurched back on the lounger.

She removed her hand and furiously rubbed the opening of her engorged pussy. Liquid exploded from her lips, and splashed all across the lounger by her hand.

“Oh, that’s so hot!” she moaned.

Sarah continued masturbating behind me. I was stroking myself faster now and looked back at Sarah. She had turned toward me, sitting on the edge of her lounger, two fingers deep in her puffy pussy.

“Oh, Luke, stroke that for me in front of your wife,” she commanded.

I had no intent to disobey.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” Sarah moaned.

I could hear the schlopping sound of my wife still pleasuring herself behind me. Across the pool, Vanessa had taken her suit off and was sitting nude on Kyle’s lap on a lounger, chatting with Brooke. Mike was now naked and hard, walking toward the hot tub with Camila.

Sarah was staring into my soul, eyes fixed on mine, working her pussy through short gasps of breath. Without warning, she pulled her hand out and squirted all over me and my lounger. The warm liquid covered my already throbbing dick, and I stroked harder. She came again, and again I felt the shower of warm pleasure across my body.

My wife moved from her lounger and sat beside me. Sarah came again, showering both of us.

“Do you want to cum on her beautiful little tits?” my wife’s voice was shaky, still recovering from her orgasms.

I stood, cock still in hand. My wife stood behind me, ample breasts pressed into my back, arms hugged around my chest. I stroked faster, with Sarah’s wide, hungry eyes looking up at me.

My wife held me as I shot hot ropes all over Sarah’s chest. My legs suddenly felt weak, but I was mostly able to hit my mark. I sat back down on the lounger, and Sarah leaned over to thank me with a kiss.

My wife sat beside me, and we chatted a bit about the experience. Some of the couples had left the pool and gravitated back to the patio. Brooke and Vanessa had joined Camila and Brian in the hot tub and lingered together, each nursing a fresh margarita.

“Wanna head back to the patio?” my wife asked. “I need to rehydrate.”

“Me too,” said Sarah, giving me a wink, my fresh cum still adorning her chest like runway-ready jewelry.

“I can probably do one more,” I remarked.

“Who will that be?” Sarah joked.

We all laughed.

“No, one more drink,” I clarified.

————

Without putting on any clothing, all three of us walked back to the patio, me between two very different but very beautiful women.

“Hey, sorry, I’m behind,” apologized Mike, bustling about the table.

“What’s up?” I asked, not understanding.

The margaritas on the table were gone, but there was still some tequila in the bottle.

“I’ve been distracted. We’re out of drinks,” Mike observed.

“Shots?” I suggested to the group.

“Shots!” Mike agreed loudly.

Camila wandered over from the hot tub. At some point during the last hour or so, she had ditched the micro-bikini and now sported just the body chain. The gold chain perfectly framed where a regular-size bikini would be, but both the top and bottom covered nothing. She held out her cup as Mike served the last of the tequila to a crowd of already tipsy guests.

“To…” he paused, raising his cup, thinking momentarily. “To…to neighbors!”

“To fun neighbors!” Sarah joined in.

We all downed our shots with cheers and a variety of faces reacting to the liquor. Camila walked over to Sarah and me.

“Ooh, looks like someone’s been having fun,” she said, tracing circles in the cum still dripping down Sarah’s breasts. “Who gave you this?”

“Oh, that was Luke,” she commented, looking down. “He knows how to treat a hostess.”

“Well, it looks cute on you,” Camila complimented.

Sarah cupped Camila’s breasts. “Your top is so cute.”

She gave the nipples a little squeeze, causing them to harden instantly under the touch. “I love your boobs, by the way. You know, they’d look great with a little somethin’ somethin’.”

Sarah turned to my wife. “What do you think?”

My wife grabbed my semi-hard cock and mused, “I wonder if he has anything left this evening. Let’s see.”

“I can help, too,” Camila offered, kneeling down and taking my dick in her mouth. “Let’s see if I can earn that pearl necklace.”

My wife continued to cup my balls, and I could feel my soft cock expanding to fill Camila’s mouth. My wife pulled Camila’s deep raven hair back and checked out how ready I was.

Sarah was satisfied with my progress. “Camila, honey, let’s get you back up here.”

As Camila stood up, Sarah turned her around with authority and pushed her down over the table, exposing her pussy from the back. The commotion knocked a few cups off the table with a clatter. My wife took my dick back in her hand and slowly guided it into Camila’s waiting pussy. She let out a whimper but didn’t move.

“Fuck her,” my wife commanded, leaving her hand on my throbbing cock.

I happily obeyed, and each thrust shook the table, causing more drinks to spill. Camila tried to sit up a bit, but Sarah gently pushed her back down.

“Not yet,” she instructed softly in Camila’s ear. “I’ll tell you when you can move.”

Camila’s body relaxed back onto the table in a limp pile as I continued to rail her from behind. Sarah grabbed both of her ass cheeks from the side and matched my rhythm. The slapping sound carried across the pool.

I looked back toward the hot tub. Brooke and Vanessa were both butt-naked, sitting on the side of the hot tub, watching the spectacle on the patio, and masturbating furiously. Brooke’s husband, Kyle, was sitting behind Vanessa, massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

Brooke came first, arching back and showering the pool deck in front of her with an arc of glistening liquid. Moments later, she came again. This time, some of it landed on Vanessa and Brian. Brian rubbed the liquid sensually up and down her body like massage oil.

Sarah’s voice cut through the surreal scene. “Camila, sweetie, I’m gonna have to roll over and show Lucas your breasts.”

I pulled out as Sarah helped Camila roll onto her back, legs in the air. The hope of any drinks being usable was now completely out the window. Camila’s body was wet with a mixture of tequila and sweat, and the table was an absolute mess.

I took a moment to turn back and look at Brooke. Our eyes met, my hand stroking my cock to stay hard, and her two middle fingers furiously working deep in her pussy. She smiled and closed her eyes as she squirted once more all over Brian. This pushed Vanessa over the edge, and she came, arching back into Brian’s soaking wet body.

My wife brought me back to the task at hand. “Babe, get back over here. Camila needs you.”

She guided my cock back into Camila’s waiting pussy. She was unbelievably wet, but even so, Sarah bent over and spit on her, massaging it into the mix. My wife watched now, one hand playing with her own nipple through her bikini top, and the other playing with her pussy.

“Camila’s getting impatient,” Sarah observed with authority.

Camila arched back, both hands on her own breasts now. I couldn’t take the intensity much longer. I pulled out, gave myself a few strokes, and exploded. The first rope of cum landed right between her breasts, tangled with the glistening gold body chain. The next landed across her nipple. Again and again, thick ropes of cum landed across her body, her face, and in her hair. I collapsed on top of her, sharing in the mess.

I lay there for a moment, not sure if I was about to fall to the floor. I could hear Vanessa cry out again from the hot tub.

I looked into Camila’s eyes, open and waiting right in front of mine.

“That was amazing,” she thanked me quietly. “You feel so good all over me.”

“I’m glad I could help you with that,” I replied, exhausted.

We lay there for a moment, recovering. When I stood up, Brooke had wandered over. Her chest and pussy were both flushed from excitement and multiple orgasms.

“Wow, Lucas,” she said, again using my full name. “You look…you look pretty tired.”

She ran her finger down my chest, feeling the cum that Camila had rubbed onto my body.

She looked up at me with hungry puppy-dog eyes. “Do you think you might have one more?”

“Oh, Brooke,” I gasped, barely able to stand. “I’m so sorry. I’m spent.”

Even so, I took Brooke in my arms and gave her a long, tight hug, her soft breasts flattened against my body. The cum and squirt and other liquids from the chaos were slick between us. I could feel her hungry pussy pulsing against my spent cock.

Sarah gave me a quick shoulder rub and consoled Brooke, “Maybe next time, honey. I think Luke needs to lie down for a bit.”

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Sarah and Mike let us all stay the night, which was probably for the best. I was in no condition to walk, let alone drive. We crashed on the couch in the living room, clothes still scattered somewhere around the pool. My wife had finally ditched her suit. She said it wasn’t comfortable enough to sleep in. To be honest, she didn’t seem any more naked with it off.

As I drifted off, my wife snuggled up next to me and asked, “So, did you like the bikini?”

“I loved it,” I replied.

“Was it too much?” she asked.

“Oh, Tori, it was perfect,” I answered, eyes closed. “You can wear that any time you want.”