31 comments/ 102705 views/ 22 favorites She Smiles When She Swallows By: Hsedo 11:06 My wife has the most beautiful behind in the world. I guess you could call it an apple bottom, although that is by no means enough to describe just how perfect her sweet ass really is. Those twin firm orbs, that smooth velvety skin. Oh my. I wish you could see it right now, she's only wearing this tiny little thong bikini bottom that slides right up her little crack. My god, I'm in love. Really, I am. In love. I'm so totally in love with my wife, I wouldn't know what to do if she wasn't there every morning to wink those gorgeous eyes at me and just say "Hi there," the way she does, like she'd been waiting for me to wake up. It's a great feeling, and perhaps you've felt it some time as well. Isabelle is her name, I call her Belle. She's trying on her new bikini at the moment, it's a really hot little thing, all a light yellow lycra or whatever they make bikinis out of, and it's clinging to all the right places and hiding only what absolutely needs to be hidden. Did I mention it was a thong? Yeah, I guess I did. She's trying it on because we're having a little pool party later this afternoon, just a few friends and some friends of their's, you know - to get a nice blend of those who know each other and those who don't. Seems, it's those parties that turn out the best. People can hang with their buddies when they feel like it and go mingling with some new faces when they feel like doing that. It gets people in the right, festive mood. Belle has been strutting in front of our full-length mirror in our bedroom for a while now, I haven't said anything. I know she's dying to hear my opinion on her skimpy little outfit and she's trying really hard to act cool about it. The outfit. This outfit that would be so incredibly slutty if it was a different kind of party, but it's not. It really is a pool party and at those, a girl's supposed to wear a bikini. I have to give myself some credit for this. Bear with me. Two years ago, a newlywed couple moved in to a big new house in a nice neighborhood, bought with money earned, grinding the corporate wheel for some years. Some people say too few years and some say too many, who cares - right? The money was there and no one was going to miss it for ten to twelve years. That was the deal. Let's not get in to details. Never mind. The money was there, the wife was looking hot and an opportunity to buy a house with a little bit of land presented itself. The tale is old and it was looking pretty good for the young and beautiful couple. And then, the man had a thought. "What if we got a pool," he said. "A pool, whaddya mean," the wife said. She was from a southern state and still had some of that charming, sweet tone to her voice. "Like a swimmin' pool?" "Yea. A swimming pool, wouldn't that be nice? We could cool off in these hot summer days and even have like little pool parties. What do you think?" The little wife thought about it and soon beamed with delight. The man was just as excited, he knew his wife had a lot of girlfriends that he would just love to invite to a pool party. The couple was of course Belle and me and don't get me wrong, I really do love my wife. It's just that she has a lot of really hot girlfriends. I wouldn't trade my honey in for any of them but they are hot and I would love, Love to see them in their bikinis. If you're a girl, then I guess you think I'm a bastard or worse. If you're a guy, then you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I was going to tell you how this with the pool party was all my idea and how smart I was, suggesting it to my wife. Oh, yeah, sorry, we had some people over to build the pool, I was going to tell you that as well. Guess I'm not so good at telling these stories eh? We even had a jacuzzi built in connection with the pool. Anyway.. I said, once the pool was built, "why don't we have a little pardy, whaddya say? We could invite sum'yo friends" I often try to use a bit of her old southern accent when I want her to go my way. She shed it herself after a while up here but seems to respond to it when I try it. She said, "A party, yeah that would be nice I guess. I know Nicole and Sammy would love it." Jackpot. Nicole and Sammy are two of her best friends, and my god are they hot! Nicole has implants, not that it's what I prefer but her's seem to be really nice, round and smooth and her nipples often poke through her tops like little stone beads. She has a body, kinda like those you see in comic books when the artist is trying to draw the sexiest woman you could imagine. You might find it a bit unreal when you see the drawings but when you see Nicole, you understand she must be the model. But I love my wife, don't be fooled. Sammy is more of a natural beauty I guess, her boobs aren't exactly small but not exactly big either, just a little bit smaller than my wife's and she has that popping personality and these sparkling, flirty blue eyes that seem to suck you in, closer and closer as you look into them. I'm telling you, they're one sure way to drown a happy man. Well, anyway, what can I say, I'm a happily married man. Married to a girl who happens to have some really nice friends, that's all. Come to think of it, she did surprise me the other day though. We were talking about who were coming to the party, I was listening to how she and her friends had been out picking out bikinis at the mall, one bikini being smaller than the other and how at one time, one of Nicole's (the comic book girl) nipples had popped out of her top while in perfect view of this shy little store clerk, who apparently turned bright red but couldn't stop staring. Well who could blame him, I thought. So, Belle was telling me about their shopping trip and the only interest I had, was anything had to do with either of the girls boobs. My wife actually loves boobs although she is by no means interested in sex with another girl, so she has told me, and would often tell me any story that had to do with seeing somebody with big breasts or a "breast-related story". I don't really know why she likes breasts so much but I don't complain. Personally, I'm more into the woman's ass than her boobs, but .. well.. no, boobs are nice too. Really nice. The thing that surprised me, well should I say hit me in the face like bucket of ice water, was that all of a sudden she told me about these guys she and her two friends had met after trying on their swim suits. They had gone to a nice little café and 'cause of it was almost full, they had had to share a table with these young studs. That's the way I thought of them anyway, young studs. Belle said that both Nicole and Sammy seemed to think they were nice guys, even hot looking, so why not invite them to the party? I said, "Well, did You think they were nice as well?" Getting a little jealous, I guess. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not really the jealous type, I even think it's kinda flattering when other men stare at my wife when she's wearing something sexy, but I want to be there for it, you know? I don't want to hear about it afterwards. But my darling wife said she thought one of the guys was alright, she guessed, but the other one was almost obnoxious, talking about himself like he was the greatest man to ever have walked upon the face of the earth. Her words, not mine. Just a couple of average Joes, I gathered. So this stilled my jealous mind a bit and, oh can I tell you, the sex that night blew my mind. This was two days ago. Belle has the most wonderful way of giving me blowjobs, licking up and down my shaft before she starts sucking and nibbling on my head and then finally taking at least four inches into her beautiful mouth, sucking and licking, up and down. She almost sucks me until I get off and then jerks me off at the very end. I've of course always wanted her to suck me all the way but she thinks it's kinda gross, and who am I to complain? 11:12 I'm really looking forward to the party tonight. Sure, my original thought was to have an all-girl pool party with me as the only guy, fighting my way through schools of thongs and perky nipples, but I think I always knew that was only going to be a dirty dream, not one that was likely to come through. As it is, it seems a lot more people are coming than I anticipated and definitely a lot more guys than I thought, it'll probably be about fifty-fifty, as it turns out. Maybe bringing the total to forty or so. But it shouldn't be a problem, we've bought enough beer, wine, booze and bubbles to fill the damn pool up to the rim, and even hired some caterers to keep the barbeque manned so I don't have to stand there all evening. It should be a nice party. But right now, I got another thing on my mind. Belle is still standing there, wiggling and stretching, showing off her slender curves to me in the light yellow bikini. The soft light from the dimmed ceiling lights is making it all so much more erotic, her nipples hard, casting little shadows down her full breasts. A little turned on, I'm guessing. When she turns towards me, the small patch of cloth that covers her mound wrinkles slightly between her lips. It's beautiful, so beautiful. Then she turns her back to me again and seems to find something on her knee that needs her close attention and bends forward to investigate. Not in an obvious way, but still. The string that runs between her cheeks rides in further and below, I can see her pink slit. No, I can't actually see it but I know it's there and the suit leaves little to my imagination. I can see she's starting to get a little frustrated that she's not getting much of a reaction from me. I'm only half-looking at her, got a magazine that I'm flipping through to look like I'm getting bored. However, if she could see under my pants, she would know for sure I really appreciate what I see. I'm stiff as a log of wood. I think it's hilarious to tease her this way. A little mean I guess, apparently she was sort of an ugly duckling as a little girl but the way she has blossomed since then, she shouldn't have any lack of confidence when it comes to her looks. But sure, I know she still craves a little ego boost every once in a while. Usually, I'm happy to oblige but today I'm feeling mischievous. Maybe I'm a little bit more jealous than I thought about the "young studs" from the café. I don't know why but I don't seem to be able to shake it completely. And I don't know why I think of them as young, I don't remember Belle saying anything about their ages. Besides, I'm not that old myself. It's all very confusing. She's giving up now. I wonder if she'll go for a last try and take off her top, see if that gets my attention. I would love it if she did, get a look at those perfect breasts as they're bouncing with her steps. But no, she didn't. Guess she didn't think I deserved it. She just walked into the bathroom again to change back into her ordinary clothes that she left in there. 1:42 The doorbell rang, the sound of digital bells still chiming downstairs. I know my wife is down there and I didn't even bother to make sure she opened the door for who ever it was. I'm going through my e-mail, responding to those I should and deleting the spam. Today it's mostly generic Viagra, and I don't need any. I've got my generic Viagra downstairs, putting the final touches to the house for the party. Only about an hour before guests should start dropping in now. Thinking a little bit about it, I can't imagine who could be at the door. All our friends are coming to the party, is somebody early? I hear Belle talking with somebody, she's sounding surprised. It wakes my curiosity and I go downstairs to check it out for myself. I walk down the stairs and my wife is on her way up, giving me a puzzled look as she sees me. She says, "It's the IRS, they wanted to come in and see our house." This doesn't compute in my head at first and all I can say is, "IRS?" like I haven't heard of them before. She says, "Yea, I let'em in. He's got a camera and, what's going on Mark?" The thought of a fucking IRS guy in my house - taking pictures - finally gets my blood pumping and I fly down the steps, taking them three at a time. This little weasel-looking guy is walking around, not with an ordinary camera but with a goddamn camcorder, shooting my house like it was some kind of tourist attraction! I say, "Hey!" and the guy jumps in his cheap-looking wool suit, turning his head at the sound. "What the fuck are you doing here, you got a warrant, huh?" And he says, "I don't need one, your wife let me in, I'm just getting some records for future reference," trying to sound in charge but I see sweat beads popping at his temples. "My wife may have let you in," I say, walking up to him. "But now I'm letting you out, got it?" I grab the camcorder from his hands and get a firm grip on his arm through the wool fabric. I can tell he's not the iron pumping type, which is fortunate, I'm only averagely built myself. I shove him towards the door. He says, "Hey, be careful with that, it's government property," talking about the video camera, a digital, expensive-looking one. I open the door, still holding on to both his arm and the camera, and throw him out. I say, "Gedda fuck outta here," letting some of my old Brooklyn accent shine through. I'm from Brooklyn originally. "I'll send you the friggin camera!" I slam the door shut. I told him I'll send him the camera, and I will. But first, I have to figure out how to erase the tape or whatever these digital cameras use to store the video. I don't want the IRS to know exactly what my house looks like. If he really was IRS, I forgot to check his ID. I'd tell you why I thought he might not have been with the IRS but it's a long story and I don't think you want to hear it. It's not that interesting anyway. I haven't told my wife either. Belle is standing there, still that puzzled look on her pretty face, asking me what that was all about now. I tell her it was nothing, just the nosy government, is all. "But next time, don't let some stranger with a fucking video camera in the house without telling me first, ok?" "Ok, sorry," she says, and I can tell I've hurt her feelings. When my wife gets her feelings hurt, she doesn't get all sad or edgy like some people. No, she gets pissed. Not in the way that she throws dinner plates around or anything, but you can be sure that she's going to get back at you at some time or another. She walks up the stairs and all I can do is watch her butt cheeks roll in her jeans with the steps. It's too bad this had to happen today, with the pool party and all, but it couldn't be helped. And maybe the party will lighten her mood enough so she forgets about the whole deal anyway. I put the camera in the bookshelf thinking I'll get to it later, and go to take a shower, wanting to get ready for the party now. 2:45 I'm standing in the kitchen, my wife is with me. I've made us each one of her favourite cocktails, one I don't know what it's called but I know how to make it. She's sipping on her's now, tasting it. She's wearing the light yellow bikini from before but she's got on this semi see-through skirt over her hips that makes it a little more of an actual outfit I guess. And she's got a long double necklace that hangs down to the tops of her swelling breasts, drawing attention and making it a little ok to let your eyes wander to her inviting cleavage. I know a lot of guys are going to do just that today, I get a little excited at the thought. She smiles when she swallows. "Mmm, this is a really good one. You've outdone yourself, honey." And I'm thinking she's already gotten over the IRS-incident. To make sure, and because it hits me, I say, "I love you, baby." "Love you too," she says. I'm warm all over. It doesn't have to be poetic when it's the right person saying it. I give her a little peck and she responds so I give her a little more of a kiss, a real one this time. Her mouth tastes wonderful. Some lemony sourness from the cocktail on her tongue and strawberry sweetness from her lip gloss. I slide my free hand up her back, pulling her closer to me, I can feel her tight body against mine. I've got on khaki shorts and a linen shirt so it's not skin-to-skin when we embrace but I can still sense her nipples stiffening. I'm sure she can feel my stiffening as well. I let my hand fall on her firm cheeks and I squeeze the left one as lovingly as I can. She giggles and her stunningly beautiful eyes sparkle at me. "Down boy," she says. "We'll have guests coming anytime now." She pulls away, taking a mouthful of the cocktail, and swallows it all down with an "ahhh!" sound and another little giggle. 2:56 At a little before three in this hot July afternoon, our guests start to arrive and soon the party is gaining momentum. Everybody has a drink in their hand and they all seem thirsty. I do the meet-and-greet as well as I can but people seem to just float in, my closer friends making sure to give me a hug and hello, though. The pool area is the natural hot spot as the sun is beating down on us without mercy. Most girls have on their bikinis, one smaller and more revealing than the other, and some of the guys are walking around without shirts on. I'm just thinking it's strange that no one has actually gone into the pool yet, when I hear a high-pitched scream and a splash. It's Margaret, a mutual friend of Belle's and mine, that has been pushed into the pool by two guys. Knowing Margaret, she probably didn't have anything to object, she's a fun loving girl, a bit plump, but with a personality that seems to make everybody around her as happy as she is. Sometimes I wonder what drug she's on and why she isn't sharing. The girly screams and hysterical laughter soon has the pool filled with people. 4:15 I'm sitting in one of our white plastic lounge chairs looking out over the pool area, talking with my buddy Simon. We've got ourselves a couple of beers from the icebox and we're enjoying the view. He's a good-looking guy I guess, short blonde hair and goes to the gym on a regular basis. He never had any trouble getting laid and today he came alone. I know he's hoping to hook up. "There are some nice looking women here man," he says with a grin as his eyes are jumping between thongs and bikini tops that have gone almost transparent in the pool, now barely hiding what they're supposed to. This stunning girl in a pink bikini is stepping out of the water in front of us. Her long black hair, clinging to her neck and chest before she bends over, giving us a splendid view down her top. Then she jerks her head back up, sending her hair flying through the air and whipping down on her back with a wet, sharp sound. She has hair long enough that it may even have hit her ass. For a moment our eyes meet and she smiles at me, perfect teeth and dark blue eyes. I know I've never met her before. "There sure is," I agree. "Got anyone special in mind already?" Simon's grin widens. "Well, not yet, I think. Besides, you already hogged the hottest one." "That's right," I tell him. "And don't forget it." All in good spirit though, I know he wouldn't think of trying to turn his charms on my wife. He knows I'd kill him. "Tell me," he says, sounding like he's been thinking about something for a while. "Has she gotten a boob-job or is she, you know, all natural?" "Who, Belle?" "Yeah." "Hell no, all natural." "Wow," he says and nods his head. "Damn." "I know," I say, feeling more than a little proud. Between the sun and the drinks, I'm starting to feel really good now. I have seen so many tight asses and perky breasts that it's a good thing I'm wearing this loose fitting shirt, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to stand up. Now the shirt will cover up the beginning tent in my shorts. She Smiles When She Swallows And I'm really going to need that cover, cause Nicole and Sammy just arrived, they're looking sexier than ever. I think the party is finally about to start. 4:22 "Hi there Mark!" both girls say in almost perfect unison when they see me from maybe thirty feet away. They wave their hands at me and their faces seem to brighten even further. They head towards me and I see two guys following them close behind. I hadn't noticed them first but I assume they're Sammy's and Nicole's dates for the party. "Hey girls!" I get two big, firm hugs that do nothing to settle my tent-situation as I feel the girls's breasts pressing against me. I don't think they noticed though, because they both just keep smiling at me. They're wearing the proper attire for the event; almost nothing. "Whatcha think?" Sammy says and she and Nicole spin around quickly, giving me a view. What a view. Sammy has a cute little white bikini with red flowers and Nicole's is a bright red one. They're both very small, although they probably don't technically qualify as thongs. Sammy's natural breasts wiggle a little when she finishes her rotation and she giggles, a little tipsy already maybe. Nicole's nipples are as hard as I've ever seen them. What has she been up to? "What can I say girls, I really like what I see." Trying to act a little cooler than I actually feel. "Oh, thanks Mark!" Nicole says, beaming. "You know, with all the hot girls you have here, we're gonna need to hear a lot of compliments today to keep our confidence up." "Girls? What other girls?" "Oh Mark, that was just the right answer! I have to give you a kiss for that one." Sammy grabs my head between her hands and gives me a hard kiss, right on the lips, with a loud smacking sound to finish it. I thought I would notice some alcohol on her breath but all I could smell was sweet cherries. "Mark," Nicole says, sounding a bit more formal now but still sweet. "This is Ethan, and Joseph," gesturing towards their dates. I silently wonder what they think about Sammy giving me that kiss right in front of them, but they don't seem to care much. We shake hands and they have good grips. Confident. Ethan is a tall guy with curly brown hair, slightly bigger than me both in height and in width, looks athletic but not like a jock. Joseph is about the same but with black hair cut short. "Belle said it was alright to bring dates, right?" "Yeah, 'course," I say. And to the guys, "you're both very welcome." "Thanks man," Ethan says, but somehow I feel he couldn't care less about whether he was welcome or not. Not that he was obviously rude to me, no, just that slight lack of eye contact when he said it. Joseph turns out to be a little more of a nice guy and says, "Thanks, seems like a nice party, and call me Joe, willya." "Sure thing, Joe." "Hey, there's the booze," Ethan says to Joe, like I wasn't there. He spotted the table with all the bottles on it. My bottles. I paid for them. The host. "Go, join the party," Sammy says with a motherly generous tone and the guys leave, giving their dates a little kiss on their mouths. Seems, Ethan is Nicole's date and Joe is Sammy's. "You guys've met Simon, right?" I say when they're gone. "Yeah sure, hi Simon" They shake hands. "Nice to meet you again. Both of you." "Nice to meet you too, again," Sammy says with a smile. Nicole is looking into my eyes with a look in her's, I haven't seen before. Where did that come from? "Where you guys been, anyway?" I say. "I almost thought you're gonna be a no-show." "Oh no, we've been here a while," Nicole says. "We just met up with Belle in the kitchen and had a little girly-talk, you know." "Oh, sure," like I knew what girls talked about. That's something I've been thinking about actually. What do girls talk about? I mean really, it can't be all lingerie and lip gloss, right? I bet some of it is, but girls can talk forever and ever and ever and there has to be other topics. If you have an idea, let me know, ok? I'd appreciate it. "Did Belle tell you about Ethan and Joe?" Nicole asks me. "Tell me? Oh right, yeah she did." Now I get it. "They're the guys from the café, right?" "Right." They weren't young studs as I had thought, just guys. Guys my age, thirty maybe. The guy Belle said she thought was obnoxious must've been Ethan, no question. And he is Nicole's date. "I didn't know you guys were dating already." "Yeah, it's why we're a little late, we were on our first dates before we came here." "Oh, ok." "So what do you think?" Nicole asks me. "'Bout what?" "About Ethan and Joe, come on Mark, tell us, we want a guy's opinion." "A guy's opinion? About another guy?" "Not whether you thought they were hot or not, you know, just your honest opinion." "Ok, my honest opinion?" "Yeah." "Ok, I thought Joe seemed like a nice enough guy, but I'm not so sure about Ethan." "What about him?" Nicole asks, maybe a little defensive about her date. "No, I just didn't get that good-a-feeling about him, is all. Seemed a little, I don't know, full of himself." "Oh," Nicole says, "That's ok," and she looks at Sammy who seems to find what I said funny. "Apparently," Sammy says between giggles, "Nicole was a little full of himself earlier too." And Nicole actually blushes at that. I've never seen her blush before, she has the body of a comic book girl as I said, and she has that same cool way about her that you'd expect from such a girl. Always in complete control. "Sam!" she says, acting angry but smiling. "Nicole," I say and shake my head with feigned disappointment. "On the first date and all," seeing if I can get her to blush more. "Yeah, I know. I guess I'm a little slut, huh?" And I think she blushes a bit more, but she also gives me more of that strange look she gave me before. I can't really explain it because I don't know what it means. It looks mysterious and also kinda naughty, but not like she's flirting with me, more like she knows something I don't, yet. "Well," I say, trying to stay cool. "What's wrong with being a slut, right?" "That's right, Mark," Nicole says. "Besides, after having met Belle, I think I'm not the only slut at this party. I really didn't think she'd wear that bikini today." "No?" "No, or that you'd let her. You really aren't the jealous type, are you, Mark?" "No, I guess I'm not. But to be fair, she's not the only one wearing a thong here, right?" "No, I have to give you that. But she is the only one who's also married, wearing that thong." And I hadn't thought of that but she is right, as far as I know most the other girls are single. The ones wearing thongs really did look like they were looking for, well ..action. "Well, I guess we'd better join our dates before they wander off on us," Nicole says. They both give me and Simon hugs and Nicole even gives me a little kiss on the cheek first, then clinging to me a little longer and closer than she has to. I can feel her large, firm breasts against me again, her nipples seem to stiffen and her lower stomach presses against my crotch. No way I can hide my excitement now and my dick pushes against her, but she doesn't pull back. "Keep enjoying yourself," she says with a twinkle in her eyes as she leaves. 5:10 "Hi honey!" my wife says. She's got a glass of bubbly in her left hand but she snakes her other arm around my neck. It slides up the back of my head, her fingers playing with my hair and pulling me in, giving me a full, wet kiss. She has her lips relaxed and only slightly parted, putting her mouth on mine just a hint off centre and then works into the kiss, no tongue yet but her lips against mine, wet, tasting champagne, grabbing hold and slowly sucking in my lower lip. She suckles tenderly on it for just a second or two and then lets her tongue flick against the inside of my upper lip, sending bubbles up my spine doing so. Our tongues meet for a short while and she seems to want more when she breaks the kiss. "Hi to you," I say. "Hummm," she says with a pleased smile on those wet lips. "Having a good time?" "The best, it was a lovely idea, having this pool party, honey" I can hear she's feeling the alcohol, I don't know how much she's been drinking, but it's probably more than usual. More than usual at what, five in the afternoon, anyway. But she isn't drunk, just tipsy and feeling good. I'm probably more intoxicated than she is but I guess I'm also more used to it, Belle normally doesn't drink much, couple glasses of wine, a cocktail maybe. "I haven't seen you in a while," I say to her. "You're not off showing that body of your's to any strange men, are you?" remembering what Nicole said about her bikini being a little slutty. She gets a devil's spark in her eyes and says, "Would you care if I did?" "No, 'course not," I say, trying my best to counter her tease. She just keeps smiling her little smile at me. "Good," she says. A mild wave of jealousy rushes through my body, finding it's way to my balls somehow, stirring them. "I've just been hanging with Nicole and Sammy, you know." "Right, girl talk." "Exactly," she giggles. In the pool, some people are rigging up the volleyball net in the shallow end, that guy Ethan is tugging on a rope to get it taut. I don't see Nicole around him. "Oh, volleyball!" Belle says. "Looks like it." 5:25 It's Ethan and Joe against Simon and Eric, Ethan is serving and he heaves himself out of the water, smashing the volleyball like a pro over the net. Simon throws himself at it, managing to keep the ball in play and Eric lays it up for him to smash but he doesn't get the timing right so the ball just bounces of Simon's hands in a long arc and Joe is on the other side blocking, sending the ball back into the water on Simon's and Eric's side, and they both throw themselves at it. But they're too late. Ethan and Joe high-five each other and Simon and Eric just shake their heads, they're losing big time. This was the second set they lost, and by rather big numbers, first 11-5 and now 11-6. I'm watching the game with Belle at my side, she's crawled up against me in the lounge chair and she's slowly stroking my leg, watching the game with more interest than I thought she'd have. She's not really the sporty type. "That's it for me," Eric says and heads towards the edge of the pool. "Ah, come on man," Ethan says. "One more set? You win, we call it a tie." "Nah, I've had enough." Leaving Simon alone on his side of the net. "Hey Mark, hop in, help me out here," Simon calls to me but I'm not in the mood to get my ass whipped by Ethan and Joe. "Think I'll pass!" I shout back at him. I rather sit here in the evening sun anyway, my arm around my wife's slender waist. "How about you, Isabelle, you up for some volleyball?" "Me?" Belle says. "Yeah!" "You sure you want a girl on your team? I'm not very good." "Hey, doesn't matter, couldn't go any worse now anyway. Besides, I'm sure you're great at this. All you need is a feel for the ball." What did he just say? "Do you mind honey?" Belle says, looking at me, I can see the excitement in her eyes. "No no, go ahead, have fun." She gives me a quick kiss on the mouth and hops out of the chair. Halfway to the pool she stops, turns around and starts fiddling with her skirt, realizing she's not supposed to wear it in the water. She doesn't get the mechanism open so instead, she just pulls the skirt down her legs, wiggling her hips as she goes. She's got her back towards the pool and I can see the three guys in there staring at her ass, it's pointed right at them and she's completely bent over. Her thong must be riding up her crack real nice now, her pussy lips almost spilling out on the sides, maybe the pink outer rim of her asshole is even on display for a short second. Nicole was right, the bikini is a bit slutty. Ethan and Joe look at each other when she rises again, ending the show, they're nodding and grinning in amused understanding. She steps out of the skirt and kicks it over to me, and then she takes off her necklace as well and throws it in my lap. "Ok guys, let's play some volleyball!" she says, jumping into the pool. Her golden blond hair doesn't get wet at first so she dips her head in front of her, much like the girl with the black hair did before, and jerks her head back. I see her breasts bouncing in her tiny, tiny bikini. Simon, Joe and Ethan are looking too. "It's still a tie if we win this one, right?" she says. "Right," Ethan says. 5:29 "You wanna serve?" Simon asks Belle and holds out the ball for her to grab. "No, I think I'll leave that to you this time. Don't wanna make a fool of myself the first thing I do." "If you say so." Simon strikes the ball and it goes flying over the net. It's well placed and Joe lunges back and just barely reaches it. Belle stands with her knees bent and is leaning forward a bit to be ready for the return. The ball wobbles towards Ethan who isn't focused, at least not on the game. He probably has a nice view down Belles cleavage when she's standing like that. He hits the ball but it goes into the net and drops to the water with a soft splat. "Yeah! One - nothing!" Belle shouts and jumps up and down in the pool with her arms raised. She is so happy that she gives Simon a hug instead of the usual high-five. Simon looks a little surprised but he grins and looks up at me, I give him the thumbs up for scoring the point. It was a good serve. "Let's go! You're not gonna be so lucky next time," Joe says. And they're not. They lose the next point and the one after that and I'm thinking it was just a fluke, that first point. When they're down by six to two, Belle is starting to hang a bit with her head. "Time out!" Simon calls and both teams start whispering to each other, I can't hear what any of them are saying. They break up again and Simon slaps Belle's ass under water when she turns, Belle gives up a little scream and looks at Simon like he's been a bad boy. "Game on!" Simon calls. Now the ball seems to be going Simon's and Belle's way, Simon hits a few spikes and Joe and Ethan fumbles more and more, nervous maybe. After each point they score, Belle throws her arms around Simon's neck, the high-five tradition long gone. Simon gets used to the new ritual and holds her longer and tighter for every point, his hands drifting lower and lower. One time he even gives her thonged ass a friendly squeeze and she doesn't seem to mind much, her spirits sky-high from alcohol and adrenaline. They actually manage to win the game in the end by eleven to ten, Ethan and Joe never got their form back after the time out, and Belle screams and laughs and jumps with joy, giving Simon another dancing, hopping hug and even ducks under the net to give Ethan and Joe an embrace. Ethan must have been inspired by Simon before, cause he seizes the opportunity and grabs her right ass cheek, copping a full feel. She doesn't seem to mind this time either, probably thinking she's giving the guy his consolation prize. It upsets me a little bit at first but then I think, hey, it's still gonna be me who's going to bed with her tonight so I let her enjoy herself. "You guys want a re-match?" Belle asks. She has obviously found her competitive side. "Well," Ethan says. "How about if we play a game of basketball instead?" He'd spotted that we have hoops laying at the far side of the pool, you just have to rig them up, doesn't take more than five minutes. "You up for it?" "Yeah, ok." Belle looks at Simon who nods in agreement. "Why don't you guys rig'em up and I go have a sip on my drink when you do?" "You're not gonna help?" Simon asks her, but with a grin on his face. "No, that's men's work," and she walks up the steps of the pool. The steps start at surface level and go down to the bottom, making it easy to get in and out, and she sways her hips from one side to the other as she climbs them, the guys stealing glimpses as she does. Before she comes over to me, she stops by the drink table and grabs two glasses, fills them with ice, pours vodka over and tops off with tonic. She hands me one of the glasses and sits down on my lap again. Her ass is cold from the water and I can feel my pants soaking but I don't mind. It's still warm out even if the sun is about to disappear behind the treetops. When she's this close, I can see something I didn't when she was in the pool, fifteen feet away; her light yellow bikini is slightly transparent and her stiff nipples are visible through the material. It's not obvious, it's not completely transparent like if it'd been a white suit, but it definitely didn't look like that way when it was dry. I check to see if the bottom is as revealing but to my relief, it must be made out of slightly thicker fabric, I don't see anything inappropriate down there. "What are you looking at, honey," she says. She's already halfway through her drink, must be thirsty after the game. "Oh, nothing. Hey, you were great out there, I didn't know you were so good at volleyball." "Thanks," she smiles and gives me a kiss. "It was really fun." "Yeah, looked like it." "Now we're gonna play basketball." "I heard, good luck." "Thanks." She sits, sipping on her drink, looking at the guys rigging the basketball hoops. "Oh, and honey, did you see Simon grabbing my ass before?" "Yeah, I did." "You angry?" "Did you mind him doing it?" "No, not really." "Then I'm not angry. At you or him. I trust the both of you." "Good." She keeps sipping on her drink, not much left now. "Ethan grabbed me too." "I saw that too." She looks into my eyes, waiting. "Did you like it?" I ask. And she keeps looking into my eyes, searching for a hidden clue to my thoughts. "A little maybe," she says with her softest voice. "Yeah? I didn't think you liked him very much, that he's obnoxious." "Well, he is, don't you think?" I shrug, wanting to hear her opinion without her knowing mine. "No, I don't like him very much, it's just.." "Just what?" I ask. "It's just that I feel so good, you know. With the sun and the drinks and all. And wearing this bikini, I almost feel a little, I don't know, slutty?" "Yeah?" And I know, that word is Nicole's, not Belle's. "Kinda anyway, and I'm not used to guys other than you grabbing my bare ass." "You sure you're ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine it's just that, well you know, when Ethan grabbed my ass.." I'm not used to her talking about her ass like this, in broad daylight, and it's getting me a little excited. "What?" "Well, he got himself a really good grip you know." "What you mean?" "I mean he felt more than my ass. His fingers were kinda long and dug in to me a bit." "In to you?" I'm not sure what she meant by that but my dick seems to have an idea. "Yeah, they kinda made their way, further down. Down to my ..pussy almost." "Almost?" "No. Not almost, I guess. I don't know if he knew what he was touching, I think it was more of an accident anyway, but he had his fingers right on my, you know, lips for a second. When he squeezed, he almost pulled me open." My dick had the right idea all along. "And you're ok, right?" But the question is more for myself than for her, I think. "Yeah, I told you. But are you? I really think it was an accident honey." A strange guy, one I don't even like that much, has had his fingers on my wife's pussy, what am I supposed to feel about that? Jealousy? Yeah, I feel it, a lot of it. Anger? Must be the alcohol, but no, no anger. Did she deserve it? In that thong of her's? Maybe. Was it really an accident? Well, how long can his fucking fingers be, doesn't he have any control over them? Maybe I am a little angry after all. She Smiles When She Swallows "Hey," I shrug. "If it was an accident.." "I'm sure it was. Thank you honey, I wasn't sure if I was gonna tell you about it at first. You're so cool." And she smiles a loving smile at me. "Hey, you know you can always tell me these things, right? It's you and me baby." "You're the best." And she gives me a peck on my lips. "I think they're waiting for me." I see the guys are done rigging the hoops. 5:55 Again, it's Simon and Belle against Joe and Ethan, Belle gets to start with the ball cause she's a girl I guess, and she throws it to Simon before Joe gets too close to her. Since they obviously can't bounce the ball in the water, the rules are a bit different from real basketball. The rules are, when you're holding the ball, you're not allowed to walk with it, you have to pass it or shoot. Also, you're not allowed to hold a player that doesn't have the ball, doing so results in a penalty shot. Simon grabs the ball out of the air and Belle hurries towards the other side. Simon passes to Belle but Joe intercepts. Instead of passing the ball, Joe starts moving into a free space when Simon calls, "Hey, you're not allowed to run with the ball!" And they get a free shot from a really good position. Simon takes it and it's good. It bounces off the back board and on the rim and on the rim again and then it falls through the net. One - nothing to Belle and Simon. The hugging ritual starts where it left off from the volleyball game but Simon doesn't try to grab Belle's ass this time. It's Ethan's ball and he passes it to Joe and then moves up close to the hoop. Joe throws it to him and Belle jumps out of the water, trying for an intercept. Her breasts look like they're about to pop out of the top but somehow they stay in place. She misses the ball and Ethan scores an easy one. Now Simon has the ball. He passes it to Belle, who almost fumbles it, but manages to grab hold of it between her arms. She's a little off balance though, and before she can pass the ball back to Simon, Ethan is right behind her. He grabs at the ball from behind and Belle bends forward, trying to get it out of his reach. Their bodies connect tightly as Ethan grabs Belle around her waist with his left arm and reaches for the ball with the other. He pulls her back against him, hard, and she gasps, looking back at him with a stunned look in her eyes. She holds on to the ball and Simon comes to the rescue, grabbing it from her hands. He takes a shot but misses, he hits the edge of the back board and the ball bounces up on the ground. Joe goes to get it back. "I'm not too rough with you, am I?" Ethan says to Belle with a grin. "I think I can handle it." "I'm sure you can." I don't have time to try to figure out what innuendos I missed, cause now Sammy and Nicole are coming this way. "There you are!" Nicole says when she sees me. They both have a drink in their hands, and Sammy's almost escapes her glass when she plants her round, firm, pale cheeks on the lounge chair next to me. "Oops," she says. "Good thing we're outside." Nicole remains standing, nowhere for her to sit down except the ground. I start to get up and say, "here, take my seat," but she says, "no no, that's ok." "You sure?" "Yeah, sure. Well actually, maybe I can sit on your lap, that way we can all sit down? That be ok with you?" Hell yea, that be ok! "Sure, I guess," I say. The game hasn't started again yet and Nicole shouts to Belle who's standing there waiting for Joe to return with the ball, "hey, Belle! How's it going, you guys beating the crap out of our dates, huh?" "Oh, hi Coley! Yeah, we're gonna beat the crap outta them, you know it!" "Good. Say, it ok with you if I borrow your husbands lap for a while?" "His what?" "His lap, to sit on!" "Oh, yeah, go ahead! What's mine is your's, you know!" Nicole turns towards me again. "I guess we're in the clear then, right?" And she points her fanny towards my legs, her bikini rides up on her cheeks, a strip of skin that is a little paler then the rest of her peeks out from under the bikini, the part of her that hasn't seen the sun in a while. She seems careful not to put all her weight on me at once so she arches her back a little, accentuating her unworldly curves as she does. And then she's in my lap. She sits down close to my crotch, but there's still some room left before there would be any embarrassing contact. "I'm not too heavy, am I?" "Heavy as a feather," I say. I almost wish she was heavier so she'd press against me harder. Her ass feels great and I put my left hand lightly on her waist, feeling like that's ok for me to do. She just looks back at me and smiles a sexy smile. "That looks like fun," Sammy says. "What does?" I ask. "The game." "Oh, then why don't you ask if you can join them." "Nah, it'd make it three against two, I think I'll pass." But she was right, it looks like they're having a lot of fun in the water. Shouting and screaming and laughing, the ball flying through the air, sometimes it turns in to an all-out wrestling game when someone holds on to the ball for too long, usually it's Belle. It goes on like that for some time, and it seems like it's pretty even teams. After a while, Simon says he's pulled a muscle and that he's gonna have to quit. He heads towards the house to change out of his wet swim trunks. Belle looks disappointed at first, but then Sammy says, "Hey, I can play with you instead of Simon!" "Yeah, hop in Sam! Help me out here," Belle says. "What, you afraid to take us both on, huh?" Ethan says. "No no, I don't need any help, I'd just like the company, that's all," she teases. To my great disappointment, Sammy joining Belle leaves the other lounge chair free. Nicole sees it too. "Guess I should leave your lap alone now, then." She starts to get up. "Well, I didn't exactly mind." "Oh?" she asks with her eyebrow raised and a spark in her eyes, like I said something racy. I don't know what to say so don't say anything. "Well, maybe I'll just sit right here then." And she sits back down in my lap, a little higher even this time, now really close to my crotch. The game starts up again, and there seems to be even more wrestling now, hands are grabbing everywhere. I can see Joe grabbing Sammy's breasts a couple of times, but I guess that's ok, they are after all dating. Sometimes I think I see Ethan grabbing Belles breasts as well, but I can't be sure, he usually has his back to me at those times. Maybe it's just my imagination. I even think he's got his hand up between her legs from behind at some times, always when they're submerged and I can't actually see anything. Nicole turns in my lap, grinding her bottom against my thighs, brushing against my erection. It's not fully hard but almost. "Looks like they're having fun don't it?" She looks deep in my eyes and I see how beautiful her's is. Usually, I'm preoccupied with her fantastic body but now that we're so close it just hits me that she's got these incredibly sensual brown, almost black eyes, and those thin, dark, curved eyebrows that seem to flirt constantly. "Yeah." I'm mr. Eloquent. "Aren't you jealous with Belle out there, with those guys?" I shrug. "No, not really." "Really? Not even a little?" "I told her to go, have fun." "Mark, you're some guy, you know that?" "Thanks." "But you know, there's some heavy grabbing going on out there, you know what mean?" "I guess. But she already told me about it, I trust her." "She told you? What? What did she say?" wiggling her ass, adjusting herself. Brushing against me again. "She.. no I probably shouldn't tell you" "Oh come on Mark, she's gonna tell me later anyway, we tell each other everything." "Fine, ok. She gave Ethan a hug after the last game and, accidentally he kinda copped a feel of her." "What do you mean, 'a feel'? A feel of what?" "Well her, you know, her ..lips." "Her lips? What's wrong with.. ah, her lips. Not the ones she kisses you with in the morning, right?" "Only if I'm lucky," I say and she smiles a little at that. "He felt up her pussy, is that what you're saying?" "Ah, yeah." "Oh." And she turns back to the game. I wonder how she feels about it, Ethan is after all her date. The game continues in front of us, it's not really basketball anymore, more like a grabbing contest with a ball. But still, I can't see Ethan actually touching Belle where he shouldn't. My mind races though. After maybe a minute Nicole scoots back a little, putting her left ass cheek on the head of my dick. It gives me a full-on erection and I know she can feel it grow as she sits there. I feel a little embarrassed but she doesn't react to it. Finally, I see it. Belle has the ball, Joe is blocking the pass to Sammy and Ethan is moving up behind her. He grabs her like before, with his left arm around her waist and they struggle for a second or two, the ball still out of reach for Ethan. Then he lets his left hand slide up her belly. She bends forward and I don't see anything for moment as she submerges her upper body in the water. But then she suddenly raises herself again and there it is, Ethan's hand with a firm grip around her right boob. It looks like he's even got her nipple pinched between his thumb and index finger. Her tiny bikini is still on but I'm sure he's getting an excellent feel anyway. "Still not jealous, are you?" Nicole says. I don't say anything for a while and then, "Well, maybe a little." "Well, you seem to be ok though." And she wiggles her ass a bit, rubbing my dick. She smiles at me. "You're getting a little turned on, aren't you?" "Well, maybe a little," I repeat myself. "Hmm. I'm just curious, is it cause of what's going on in the water or cause of me?" And she looks deep into my eyes once again. "Think I have to take the fifth on that one," not wanting to give her a straight answer. "Ok." She nods her head. "So, aren't you wondering what's going on under the water? You know, all the things we can't see?" She teases me with her eyes, and I can swear she's not sitting still in my lap although her movements are subtle, because my dick is twitching like it's being gently massaged. "I have to say, I have been thinking about it." "Me too," she says. "Look, why don't you go make us some fresh drinks, and then we'll have a little chat, ok?" "Sure." She gets off of me and releases my dick, it feels both good and a little sad at the same time. Will I ever get that close to her again? I take our empty glasses and walk over to the drink table. I get there and see there are no clean glasses left so I fill our used ones with ice and make the drinks. I make them strong, thinking I'll need it. I get back and hand her her drink, she's been standing up all along, probably to work some stiffness out. "Here," I say, handing her the drink. "Sorry I had to use our old glasses but there were no clean ones left." "Oh, that's ok," she says, "a dirty glass for a dirty girl," with just a hint of a grin at the side of her mouth. I sit down again and wonder what she's going to do, is she going to sit on my lap again or in the other chair? I know what I'm hoping for. She watches the game standing for a second, and then seems to notice I've taken a seat and there she goes. She sits back on my lap. This time, I've got my dick pointing towards my stomach so she won't have to sit on it. It's gone a little soft getting the drinks, but when she sits down again it quickly regains it's vigour. She takes a good, big mouthful of the drink and swallows. "Mmm," she smiles. "Strong." "Yeah." She leans back against me, her voice low now, almost whispering. People are walking around and she wants to keep this between me and her. "So, you wanna hear what I think is going on under water?" "Sure." "Well, for one thing, I think there's a lot more wrestling than there need to be, don't you? I mean it is basketball they're playing after all." "You're right." "Between Joe and Sammy, that's perfectly understandable, and they're not even hiding it very much, right? But from what I know about Ethan, he's not one to pass up a chance of copping a little feel either." "No?" "No. You can take my word for it. And you don't think that accidental grab you told me about was just that, accidental, do you?" "The thought crossed my mind. I mean, no matter how big your hands are, you have some control of them, right?" "Right, but his hands aren't that big, not as big as you' think anyway. And look now, Ethan's closing in on Belle before she's even got the ball." "Maybe he thinks she'll get it soon. I'd probably do the same if I were him." "Yeah, but it's like he's always making sure he's close to her. Look, now Sammy's throwing it to her, let's see what happens now." "They're struggling for the ball. That's all I can see anyway." "Exactly, all you can see. But they're mostly under water, there! Did you see?" "No, what?" "His hand, reaching under her, why did he do that, the ball's not down there, is it?" "But it was under water, how could you see where his hand was?" "Because I know how he thinks. I know his moves." "Cause you slept with him, right?" I say and she becomes silent, turning her face to me. It's like she's licking me with her eyes. "That's right, because I fucked him. I said I was a dirty girl, didn't I?" "You're not dirty." "No?" "Well, I like that in a girl anyway," I say, and she smiles at me again, now giving me a blowjob with her eyes. How does she do that? She scoots higher, placing her barely covered cheeks right over my crotch. If we'd been naked now her pussy would be grinding against the base of my penis. It's a fact. I have my drink in my right hand but the left one is resting on her hip. I let it slide a little higher, slipping past the bikini fabric, touching skin. I caress the side of her lower back with my thumb, just where her waist is the smallest, trying to do it as absentmindedly as I can. She rolls slightly with her head and humms, like she's liking it. "What are they doing now," I ask her. "Mmm, well you see how it looks like he's got her in an arm lock?" "Yeah?" "But what is his left hand doing? You can't see it, but I think he's slid it up to her breasts." "You think?" "Yeah, I think. I think he's got his hands on your wife's breasts, maybe even under the bikini top, why would they otherwise be taking so long? I think he's squeezing her nipples, making them hard and sensitive. And you know what," she says whispering, her voice barely audible, right up against my ear now, her lips brushing at my earlobe. "His cock must be pressing against her ass, the way they're locked into each other like that. I bet he's got a hard-on like a fucking rock right now. You want me to tell you about his cock or has Belle already told you about it? Cause I told her about it before, you know." I look at them as they come out of the clinch and when Belle stands up straight, she's flushed and her nipples are definitely hard, just like Nicole said they'd be. But then again, it could be from the cold water, right? I fill my mouth with the drink and swallow it down. Damn, it really was a strong one. 6:28 The game is finally finished, Belle and Sammy come up to us, dripping wet. "So, here you're sitting, all cozy, huh?" "What's your's is mine, you said, right?" Nicole says. "Yeah, 'course. He's got a nice lap, doesn't he?" "Really nice. Besides, you stole my date so it wasn't more than fair that I'd steal your's, don't you think?" "Hmm, I guess you're right. But how about some girl-talk now, if you can tear yourself away from my husband, Coley?" "Hey, I'm always up for some girl-talk, let's go." And Nicole gets up from my lap and they leave me alone. I can see Simon coming out of the house now, so I won't have to be alone for too long though. 6:30 "Your muscle ok now?" I say to Simon as he comes up to me. "Oh, yeah, sure. I'll probably be a little stiff by tomorrow though." "The girls did pretty well without you, you know." "Yeah? Well forget about that now, I just saw something we have to check out man." "What's that?" "You remember that black-haired beauty coming out of the pool earlier? With the pink bikini?" "Yeah?" "Well she's at the rear lawn, behind those bushes you've got there?" "So? What she doing all the way back there?" Simon grins at me, he's up to no good, I can tell. "She's not alone," he says. "She's not, what you mean? What are they doing?" "Well, when I was changing I looked out the window and she was lying there, lapping up the last few rays of sunlight I guess, with some guy beside her. It looked innocent at first, he's just touching her back a little with his hand, but after a while they're starting to get a little more in to it, you know?" "I thought you were gone a long time. So then what?" "Then I thought I'd find you. You wanna go have a look or what?" "Hell yeah, let's go. It's my lawn they're lying on after all." I get up and we walk towards the house. I'm still turned on from watching the game with Nicole in my lap. We get inside. "I was in the bathroom down the hall," Simon says and points down towards where our smallest bathroom is. It's still big enough for the two of us to stand in but it's a bit of a walk to get to it. It's a big house, and nobody has probably found it so it shouldn't be occupied. He gets in first and I close the door behind us, thinking that it probably would have looked pretty weird if somebody had seen us. Two guys going into a bathroom together? I don't bother flipping the lock, thinking that would be even more suspicious. "They're still there," Simon whispers. "And keep it quiet, the window is cracked open a little, they're gonna hear us." I walk up to the window and look out. They're maybe ten feet from the house wall, making our window a perfect vantage point. The sun is casting an almost horizontal light on them, making them look like they were posing for a magazine shoot. Being behind the house and with the dense shrubs and bushes, they must be feeling completely alone. The guy, I think his name is Freddie or something, I only shook hands with him earlier, is sliding his hand up and down her golden-skinned back. I can hear her moaning a little through the cracked open window when his hand slips down over her ass, lingering there for a while, caressing her naked cheeks. She's got a thong and the bikini top has been undone, the thin strings at her sides coming out from under her. I would really like her to turn around and sit up and let the top slide off her breasts but she doesn't. From what I saw before, they are a magnificent couple. He keeps kneading her ass cheeks, a little harder now. She's starting to writhe under his hands, her moans gaining in volume. He asks her something I can't hear and she nods her head. From a bag by their feet he produces a bottle. He puts a little of a clear liquid in his hands and puts the bottle down before he rubs his hands together, spreading the oil and warming it. He puts his hands on her back again. "Mmm, that feels good," I hear her say and her back is soon glistening from the oil and the reddish light from the setting sun. He keeps rubbing her, pouring more of the oil directly on her skin. He works it in carefully over her back before he starts to move further and further down in small circles. "This is so fucking hot," Simon whispers at my side. His hands reach her thong and I'm thinking maybe she won't want to get it all oily and I fear he's gonna move back up again. But he doesn't stop and she doesn't complain, I can see her upper body rising and sinking with her breathing, she must be very aroused right now.