0 comments/ 42352 views/ 9 favorites Mature Afternoon Pool Party By: msm865 To the literary purists - As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. ***** I don't know what finally triggered it. Was it my years of cajoling? Could it be that letting her read my stories had stimulated something? Did she need to feel sexy to another man? Was it that I couldn't get hard on the slightest hint of sexual activity anymore? Or was it simply time to act on an impulse? I ran across an ad for interested couples to attend a pool party with other older adults. Now, the ad was placed by a couple in their early 60's. Being late 50's, it didn't seem like that large a leap to associate with a group like that as we had family those ages that were still very attractive. I also assumed there were a number of younger folks with mommy/daddy urges that would show interest. I responded to the ad and received a prompt reply with the address and party information and a request for information about us. The hosts were having a poolside cookout and offered a complete bar. They did also mention that their pool and hot tub were heated and that swimwear was optional. They would send an attendee list with ages and stats closer to the date. I was excited by the prospects and showed my wife their response. She was very non-committal and I feared a group encounter was farther than she wanted to go. I assured her that no means no and she didn't have to do anything she didn't want or actually anything at all. She gave me a quick "whatever you want to do", as my phone chirped, signaling an email. It was an update from the hosts that they had left out an important fact about their parties - everyone wears a wristband. They followed with the details. Red - Not interested in any encounters with anyone but my partner. Yellow - May or may not become involved in some play. Blue - I will only play with males. Pink - I will only play with females. Purple - I will play with either sex. Green - I would like multiple partners at the same time. I pondered the options, having not really reasoned the situation out. It had struck me as a friendly pool party with plenty of flirting, without fully ever thinking about what we were looking for. Many of these people will be experienced in the lifestyle and we will be fresh meat, newbies. So what is the best option for a color? Obviously, red is safest, but probably also marks you as a leper. I could do pink, my wife could do blue, not sure either one of us is quite ready for purple or green. Or, just leave all options open and go with yellow and see what happens. I showed her the list and was surprised when she said she would have to think about her choice. Another email arrived later in the week with some details about the participants. It appeared there would be 5 couples, if no one got cold feet. We were younger than 3 of the couples, who were all early 60's and apparently regular friends. And, like I had expected, there was an early 40's couple. I noticed that all the men were significantly shorter than me, ranging from 5'7" to 5'10", while I stand 6'2", 210#. The women were generally petite, with my wife at 5'5" and 135# with 36DD the largest in the group. The day of the party dawned warm and bright. It was forecast to be mid-80's with a slight breeze. We showered and dressed in light clothes. My wife packed what she referred to as a beach bag, with her swimwear and cover up and I tossed in a pair of swim trunks (no, not Speedo's), I guess for modesties' sake, since we swam naked in our own pool. The short drive to the party did not include the giddiness that I had anticipated and the conversation about the gathering usually ended with "I don't want to talk about it." At this point, not sure what we are bringing to this party. We park on the street and proceed to the entrance, ringing the bell. It was time for the reveal, the donning of a wristband. Our host and hostess greeted us in sarongs, she was topless, with nice, firm 32C's, thus the tone was already being set. We were obviously the first couple to arrive and that gave us a little time for a meet and greet with them. They showed us to a table that contained the wristbands and assured us that there would be no judging, regardless of our choice of colors, with the remark that we could change colors at any point of the party. Assuming my wife would be selecting red, I boldly went first and grabbed a yellow one. She followed, matching our hosts by slipping a green one onto her wrist. I lost all the color in my face as the blood left my head and apparently immediately pooled in my penis. I was hard as a steel rod in mere seconds. This was not lost on our hostess and she stepped forward to stroke me through my shorts as my wife stood snickering. I'm not really sure about the next few minutes, but we ended up on the pool deck with drinks in our hands before the doorbell rang to signal the arrival of the next couple. It was the younger couple, dressed much as we were, in a sexier way. She wore a thin, white t-shirt with a plunging neckline to accentuate her 34B's with large nipples. He wore a pair of shorts that clearly showed he had a significant package. I was relieved to see that he wore a pink band, while she had decided to go with purple. At least it allowed me comfort to not be the only one who had forsook green. They grabbed a beverage and joined us at a poolside table. Now, while I adore the size of my wife's tits, I do think that unrestrained breasts are incredibly attractive. The last two couples arrived, apparently together, and, after a brief introduction and a drink from the bar, they stripped and hit the hot tub. The guys in purple and the women wearing green. My wife finished her beverage and excused herself to the bathroom. Our hosts joined our table, pulling up extra chairs, facing the house. Several minutes passed and then a round of applause erupted from our hosts and the hot tub. My wife had returned in a brand new neon green tankini, revealing a significant amount of side boob. At this point, the hosts rose, dropped their sarongs and invited us into the pool to cool off. My wife followed them as the younger couple and I sized each other up. But hey, there are already six naked people here, so I dropped my clothes on the chair and stepped in to the cheers of everyone. I was greeted by the hostess, who again stroked my raging hard on. Now, as I said earlier I do not always rise to the occasion, but I should have cum a couple of times already and her ministrations had me ready in no time. She walked me to the edge of the pool, then lifted herself using the ledge and impaled herself on my pole. I glanced and noticed a small neon green fabric on the pool deck, watching our host shove his dick into my wife as the younger couple each had one of her nipples. I felt my partner tighten down on me and we came together. My wife squirmed and squeezed an orgasm out of our host and before she knew what was happening was being pummeled by the younger stud. I was all of a sudden confronted by a pair of 34B's and with both women playing with my cock and balls, was back in action sooner than I believed possible. My new friend backed me into the pool, placed her hands on the pool deck and rode me in a combination of doggy and reverse cowgirl. Having not cum herself, she finished quickly, but didn't slow down, continuing to milk my cock with the walls of her pussy. She felt me swell and slow and orgasmed again as I deposited my creamy load into her. I am spent for the moment. I rise from the pool and am joined by the others, naked and dripping at the bar. But wait, there are only 5 of us. Where is my wife! I hear a squeal from the hot tub and see that she has introduced herself to that group, fucking one of those men and sucking the other. I see her reaction as she takes several spurts in her mouth and then tenses as her attention shifts to the thick penis in her cunt, tightening her muscles and climaxing with her partner. She is lifted to the edge of the hot tub and as one of the women attacks the cream pie, the other offers her slit to her mouth. One of the men steps up and slips himself into the woman snacking on my wife. They establish a rhythm, cumming almost simultaneously, as I rise, pour her a drink and deliver it to her. She gulps the sweet drink voraciously, partly dehydrated from the activity and partly to neutralize the tastes in her mouth. At this point, I bend and tongue wrestle with her. I realize I am only one of two people here who have not had sex with her, but I am content to wait until later. I retrieve my beverage and settle into what can only be described as a double wide lounge chair. I am joined shortly by the two women from the hot tub as I smell the flavors beginning to waft from the grill. The women take turns attempting to slurp my dick back to life. Not working. My wife suddenly appears, somehow manages to straddle the lounge, smothers my face with her boobs, rides my dick half a dozen times and leaves. The women now mount me face to face, one on my prick and the other with her pucker on my nose and her sloppy slit on my mouth and begin to make out with each other while I am (unfortunately?) left to fuck and suck. I soon pump another load into the pulsing pussy above and am shortly rewarded by a squirter rewarding my oral efforts. OK, I surrender, my afternoon is OVER! It has been a great time and I plan to tell you about the evening festivities as I remember them. Mature Afternoon Pool Party: The Evening To the literary purists - As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. ***** Synopsis - 5 mature couples have gathered for a pool party. We are mid 50's, with one couple in their 40's and the other 3 in their early 60's. Sexual activity has occurred all afternoon and we now are taking a break for food, camaraderie and to determine if any of us are able to continue. On to Act II... The grill smelled wonderful, a mix of sausage, burgers, chicken and some skewers of shrimp and vegetables. As the food was removed from the grill and the naked guests made their selections, I wondered where the rest of the evening might hold. I grabbed some shrimp and sausage and went to an empty seat next to the only woman I had not had my dick in today. Early 60's, about 115#, with slightly sagging breasts. I asked her if she would be so kind as to season my sausage for me. She reached to my plate, grasped the warm sausage and inserted it into her pussy before removing it, turning it around and inserting the other half. She replaced it neatly on my bun as I thanked her for such a unique condiment, immediately taking a bite and rolling my eyes in appreciation, while knowing the next Polish sausage inserted into her would probably be mine. I could see my wife at another table in an animated conversation with the group seated there. She definitely had her flirt on. It was only moments before she dipped a shrimp in some butter and "accidently" dripped some on her breast. And it took less time for one of her posse to use his tongue to clean it up for her. Of course, we all know where this leads, more spilling, more licking, until ultimately she is laying on the table and all the couples have gathered to use her as the dessert bar. There is whipped cream, chocolate sauce and fruit scattered in places that would lead you to believe this has happened before. I simply sat back and watched as the other couples devoured the sweet decadence. The sun had set and after people had refreshed their drinks, the gathering began to move inside. I looked around quickly for the younger woman, only to watch as she was whisked away by the 3 older men. My wife had become engaged in a conversation with the younger man and the hostess and before I knew what had happened, I was approached by the remaining two older women that I had met earlier on the lounge chair. One of them had obviously learned a new trick from my wife's earlier escapades and managed to land some condensation from her glass on her chest. She asked me if I would help her with that and as I reached for a napkin, she grabbed me by the back of the head and drove my face into her cleavage. I licked away, leaving far more moisture than the initial spillage. Each of our little groups now went their separate ways. My group ended up in the mother suite, which I found apropos, given the age of our little ménage-a-trois. I was attacked by my cougars and as expected, was inserting my Polish sausage into a greasy little passageway. There is the song with the lyrics "older women make beautiful lovers" and she was no exception. She was at the age where she knew a thing or two about a thing or two. Still being sexually active at her age meant she knew what she wanted and how to get it. She rode me until she came, collapsing, exhausted, on my chest. Now we reach the good news/bad news part of this little story. Bad news first, I hadn't cum yet. Good news is that I am still hard and having already cum 3 times today, may stay that way for a while. Better news, our third party has rolled me onto her and guided my missile into her silo. I hardly missed a stroke in the transition. She had ridden me earlier in the day, but my attention had been split between the two women at the time. Now I had control of the coupling and found that not only were her small nipples sensitive, but that she absolutely loved having them played with. So I nibbled, bit, pinched, rolled, twisted, using most every move I had in my repertoire. Just as she was bucking to an orgasm under me, someone squeezed my balls and my right nipple at the same time. My earlier partner had recovered some and was trying to be involved. Needless to say, I started to empty my balls and as they retracted and shrunk for my orgasm, the hand left my sac and I felt a finger, then two enter my ass. Best news, my explosion went from satisfying to epic. The three of us lie exhausted. I'm not sure if the spirit is still willing, but I know for a fact the flesh is weak. My mind wanders to my wife in the other room and my imagination sees her raw from the pounding she has received and recovering while her cream pie is being devoured by our hostess. I decide to check on her, treading lightly down the hall and nudging their door open. Much as I imagined, I see our hostess cleaning up her sloppy cunt. The twist is that her male companion has recovered and is vigorously stroking between her tits and is endowed enough that she is licking his tip on his upstroke. Occasionally he stops and she slurps on the helmet of his cock sloppily, providing added lubrication for his attack on her chest. She begins to toss and squirm as her next orgasm arrives. Her partner continues to slide between her breasts and as she finishes her orgasm and lets out a sigh of satisfaction, he rudely stuffs his cock into her open mouth and gags her as he spurts multiple streams of sperm into her, as she gulps to avoid choking. I encircle my arms around our hostess, helping her to her feet and lead her to another room. We lie down together, me kissing her to extract a taste of the essence of my wife's most recent conquest. I caress her back and ass, massaging deeply. I slowly kiss my way down her body, spending extra time to nip at her breasts and suck on her nipples. I nibble across her flat stomach, then down one leg and up the other, paying special attention to her inner thighs. I have arrived at my ultimate destination and attack her slit and clit with determination. She rocks as my tongue works its magic on her love button and I lap up her juices as they flow. She moves into the 69 position, sucking my limp penis into her mouth. I know that is a "no go" and increase my flicking of her clit. Her orgasm begins to wash over her and I hold her tightly until it subsides. There is now movement in the hallway. It's 2 of the older men. They are apparently familiar with the situation and go right to our hostess, roll her onto all fours and one begins to slide into her ass as the other offers his cock to her mouth. I watch as they establish a rhythm and when she clenches in her orgasm she spurs the release from them both. I wander out, in part to find my wife and also to see if I can catch my second (or is it third) wind. I find a small group gathered at the bar and join them. No sign of my wife. It appears the party is winding down. The men are not much use anymore and the women appear to be walking very gingerly. Sucks to get old. As we continue to mingle at the bar, I realize we are only missing our host and my wife. Nothing to do at this point but wait. Eventually, we hear a door creak open and our missing participants join us. My wife has a shiny trail down her leg and her pubic hair is matted. Her face is flushed. In the interim, most of the couples have retrieved their clothes and are in various stages of dressing. I have donned my shorts and have no idea where my wife's clothes are as she changed in one of the bathrooms. I offer her my shirt, which she accepts and slides over her head. It is just long enough to leave the bottom of her ass cheeks exposed. I'll need to remember that for another day. We are all one big happy family at this point. Our hosts offer lodging if anyone wants to spend the night. Most everyone is exhausted and wants to get back to their own homes. My wife excuses herself to retrieve her clothes, but returns still wearing my shirt, carrying her bag. I like the look on her, but it leaves me shirtless. Not my most attractive look, but hey, they have all seen me naked. We all say our goodbyes and start the trek home. On the way my wife is now animated the way I thought the trip to the party should have been. As we pull into the garage, she attacks me, French kissing and groping my cock and balls. I do get aroused by her attention and we head into the house, where she promptly pulls my shirt off over her head. She makes short work of the button and zipper on my shorts and we are quickly both naked. She grabs me by the balls and leads me to the edge of our bed where she bends forward and wiggles her ass at me. She again begins to chatter and soon she is relating what she wants done to her. I plunge my cock into her as she tells me how wonderful a lover I am. I plow away until she goes silent and collapses on the bed. A couple strokes later and I pull out and paint her back with the very last sperm I have left. She has now become an inanimate object while I clean her up and tuck her beneath the sheets. My phone chirps, another email has arrived. Our hosts have invited us back for another weekend!