One Sunday afternoon my wife got carried away or should
I say lead astray. My wife is about 5’8″, very dark
straight shoulder length hair. Nicely shaped B size
breasts with half dollar sized red aureoles, well
proportioned slender but soft build. Her complexion is
a reflection of her Pacific Island heritage.
My friend invited us over for an afternoon cookout. He
is living the American Dream, successful business, great
looking wife, kids, fabulous house, the works. I on the
other hand, work too much and never seem to get caught
up. However, I do have a fantastic, exciting wife. Most
people, including Mark would agree. I try not to boast,
but I do give my wife the praise she deserves whenever
the opportunity presents itself. The most recent occasion
happened in the clubhouse after a golf outing.
The guys were complaining about their wives not putting
out. In this group, and in general, I have always come
across as the mysterious silent type. During this
conversation I did not say anything. It came up that they
thought I was the kind that doesn’t show it but lives the
sex lives they thought they deserved. The spotlight was
on me. What was I supposed to do? Let Meg down?
I embellished a little, well a lot actually. They left
with the impression my wife kept me more than satisfied.
I had had a few drinks already but remember quoting her
request before I left for golfing that day, “Give it to
me before you go, from behind”. She has requested sex
like this, but not then or very often for that matter. It
was the alcohol talking, I just wanted these friends to
think I had something too. A smug calm settled in.
I know Mark is at the least curious about my wife’s
sexuality. Whenever we have been together, I’ve caught
him taking peeks of her. Trying to sneak a view down her
shirt and the like. He is very personable in general, but
seems to almost flirt with her in casual environments. We
were recently out to eat with Mark and his wife. Among
other things we talked about our recent holiday to St.
Martin.
Mark’s wife tends to be nosy and asked about topless
beaches. Meg replied that she did go topless at the beach
in a tone of false modesty. She even mentioned that we
bought a sun lamp so she can maintain her tan. Mark’s
wife is a bit of a prude, the conversation changed
subject as she pressed for other tidbits of gossip she
could spread later.
On the Sunday we visited, Mark’s wife and kids were gone
to her mother’s to visit with unexpected family visitors.
What a relief I thought. I have to admit, she looks
great. She is at the same time rather unpleasant, nosy,
insincere. If she could just keep her mouth shut.
Anyways, Mark seemed happy to see us. One-on-one he
really is a decent guy, generous and fun loving. He had
Gin and Tonics for everyone in no time. The three of us
were sitting around on deck chairs chatting, catching up
on things. You couldn’t ask for a more pleasant sunny
afternoon. We were all in shorts and T-shirts.
My wife’s legs were particularly attractive. They are
well proportioned to her body, appearing long and toned
and perfectly colored by the summer sun’s rays. She wore
her red shorts, my favorites. Thin, red, loose fitting
material that is just long enough to cover her cheeks in
the back by an inch or two. When she is sitting you can
see right up the legs. When she is playful (or careless)
she will give me a view of her panties.
Mark went into the house fetching the steaks and
trimmings that were about to be grilled. My wife got up
from her chair heading for the bathroom. When she was
close enough I grabbed her left leg pulling her to me. I
started caressing up and down her legs, then followed
them up into her shorts kneading her ass cheeks through
her white cotton panties.
She exclaimed about how naughty I was while making a
half-hearted attempt to continue on her way to the
bathroom. “Stop it, Mark might see,” she said in a voice
that gave away her rising level of excitement. She
slipped away when it sounded like Mark was actually
returning.
A few minutes later, while we were standing around the
grill, I noticed Meg’s nipples poking through her T-
shirt. I knew it was not for the cold. I mused to myself
over her state of excitement. I made eye contact with her
and then looked right to her nipples. She gave me a dirty
look and continued on as though nothing was up.
While we finished cooking and then ate, I took every
opportunity to cop a feel. I was starting to feel the
buzz of my two G&T’s. I think my wife was starting her
second. I know she was looser than usual.
I wasn’t paying attention to the conversation until I
realized we were talking about St. Martin. That trip
still gives me an erection. I explained to Mark about
Meg’s tan lines. On top there was only a light one,
whereas it was much more defined on the bottom. I told
him about the bikini I picked out for her before we left.
And about the one she already had.
Meg was blushing but took it all in. Even added that she
felt she could be herself there without people looking
down there nose of judgment at her. Dinner finished, my
wife was taking things from the deck into the kitchen.
Mark and I were still talking about St. Martin. I was
telling him about how Meg was so excitable there, I could
not believe it. I told him about how she could not wait
to take her top off. While walking on the path to the
beach, she would eagerly inquire, “Should I take my top
off now?”
I told him about having sex several times each day. I
didn’t tell him about some of the more adventurous sex
(for us anyway). Like when we did-it at night on the
rocky shoreline not far from the restaurant we just ate
at. Or our first anal experience, or the extended periods
of finger games I played with my wife’s body. Etc., etc.
I ran to the car to get our bag with swim gear in it.
Mark slid the glass door, opening the pool room to the
deck. While digging through the bag, I noticed my wife
had brought both bikinis along. I also noted Mark’s
nonchalant peering while I was riffling. Mark and I
slipped into our suits and then the pool for a couple of
quick laps. Just as we finished and were about to sit in
the poolside lounge chairs when my wife finally joined
us.
“That’s not fair, I didn’t even get wet and you guys are
done already,” pouted Meg.
“I’ll make you a deal, if you bring us each another
drink, I will let you swim all you want,” Mark stated.
Like he could care if anyone swam in his pool. But she
bit; off for a couple more G&T’s for Mark and & I.
From our reclined angle on the lounge chairs it was
possible to get fleeting glimpses of my wife’s panties
and ass. I was getting excited. I don’t think she knew. I
sure wasn’t going to say anything. I’m sure Mark noticed
too. Meg returned with the drinks and served us like a
waitress, then waited for her tip. I reached up and
playfully slapped her on the rear to which she squealed
and then exclaimed, “Is that how you treat your slave?”
“I’m going for a swim,” she finished and turned for the
bag.
I asked why she brought both bikinis along. “I couldn’t
make up my mind. Besides they don’t take up much space,”
Meg stated.
“I’ll say,” I quietly replied turning to my friend.
“Which will you wear?” I inquired.
“I don’t know if I am feeling like turquoise or silver”,
she responded. I couldn’t believe what came out of my
mouth next, “why don’t you try them each on for us, we’ll
decide for you.” I heard Mark swallow.
“OK, but no leering,” was Meg’s retort.
I couldn’t believe what I heard. If I’m not mistaken, I
proposed, and my wife accepted, an invitation to model
her bikinis for my friend and I. I took a big sip.
Mark and I made small talk while pretending not to watch
Meg take the bag into the changing room. The changing
room was directly across the pool from where we were
reclined, no obstructions. I hadn’t taken notice before,
but it is just a little booth like at stores for trying
on clothes. The door only covered from about knee high to
just about level with the top of my wife’s head.
Here I was, watching my wife change in front of not only
my eyes but my friend’s too. Our conversation droned on
while watching Meg raise her arms and remove her shirt.
From the movement of the top of her head we could tell
she next was fiddling with and removing her bra.
We watched as she bent down reaching into the bag for her
bikini top. It was going to be silver first. After she
had it on and adjusted she slid her shorts down her legs
and into our view. Then she pulled her panties down into
view. As she was stepping out of them, I was so glad I
had a liner in my swim trunks to hold my erecting penis
in check. I could not believe my wife was naked just a
few yards away behind a flimsy swinging door. I forgot
about Mark. I don’t even know if we were still talking.
Meg opened the door and walked towards us. Being
gentlemen, we pretended we hadn’t noticed that she was
even done changing. She was red with embarrassment. “Gray
works for you,” I blurted out.
“Now I know why you have been bragging so much,” Mark
stated.
That eased the tension a little. I asked her to turn
around so we could have a good look. She piped up, “You
are supposed to be helping me decide what to wear, this
is not a show.”
Then she turned around. I was so proud of my wife. This
is the new suit. It is a gray with silvery flecks in the
material. The waistband and the borders of the top have
black edging. This suit is not as high cut as the other
one. The strips of material that go around the sides of
her waist are very thin holding the front and rear
triangles of material together. The back covers most of
her cheeks leaving the lower edges and sides bare. The
top is traditional triangles with over-the-shoulder and
around-the-back straps.
She fills the suit perfectly. Her soft smooth skin just
barely bulges at the edges of the suit giving the
impression that she is just running over a bit. I wanted
to touch her and reached out instinctively, but she
recoiled, “No touching! OK, now for turquoise,” she said.
She was enjoying this very much.
Again the peep show. We watched intently. This time she
strode over with confidence. We did not pretend not to
notice and were staring, even leering. This one is a
bright green or turquoise with flowers. Made of a
stretchy almost elastic type material. It is high cut on
the sides and has a nice snug fit. We were sitting
partially reclined and her waist was just about eye
level.
With her standing right in front of us, we could see the
material over her mound was pulled tight enough to
outline the lips below that triangle of cloth below her
belly. She looked fantastic. This time she came in very
close so we could get a very nice view. She turned and
strutted back and fourth while readjusting her bottoms.
Inserting her fingers in each side of her rear covering
to make sure the edging was riding in just the right
place.
She did not pull the elastic all the way out to cover her
skin. But more-or-less forming a straight line from the
point where the rear fabric attaches at her hips down to
where the edge disappears between her legs. She adjusted
the hip bands up then down looking to place them just on
top of her tan line.
“Wow, how exciting,” I said.
“I like the green,” Mark affirmed.
I caught Mark’s attention and pointed to my wife then the
pool. We lunged toward her, each grabbing an arm and leg.
Meg kicked and screamed demanding that we let her down.
One, Two, Three, and away she went, splashing into the
pool. While she was kicking and twisting her suit became
bunched up in front, we both could clearly see her tan
line and a strip of hair on each side of her bikini. This
was getting good.
Mark and I jumped in too. A game of splashing ensued. At
one point I grabbed Meg from behind locking her arms
behind her. I purposefully was rubbing my member on her
ass as she struggled. We played some basketball. When
going for loose balls both Mark and I each ended up
jumping onto Meg a couple of times. I took opportunities
to grab her under the water whenever I could. After a
while Meg tired of the splashing. She started to
relaxingly make her way around the pool while floating
behind a kickboard.
Mark and I put on diving masks and fins. After throwing a
quarter, we would race to see who could get it first. As
you know the clarity underwater in a pool is perfect
with this kind of mask. As we swam anywhere near Meg, we
both strained to take in the view from below. Her body
from below her breasts was hanging in the water behind
the board.
I made no secret about my ogling of Meg. Nor did Mark. We
would turn completely to the side as we swam by. Her legs
and ass were so inviting as the muscles were being
alternatively contracted and stretched. The quarter
always seemed to end up just in front of where Meg was
heading. On the last throw I motioned to Mark to watch
me. We dove in, swam to where Meg was gently kicking. I
reached up and ran my hand up her thigh and onto her ass.
I gently squeezed it. We surfaced just behind my wife.
“You naughty boys,” she lazily stated.
She now had her feet on the bottom leaning forward on the
board just floating as if in a tired daze. Mark and I
were crouched down floating so our masks were just under
the surface watching her from behind. I reached forward
and took hold of her hips, then gently stroked my hands
up to the sides of her breasts and down to her knees. I
was more-or-less straddling her legs. She just passively
let me continue without any resistance.
On my next pass up I ran my hands slowly up the back of
her thighs over her ass all the way up her back onto her
shoulders. Mark was floating just to the right of us
watching everything. I kneaded her shoulders and neck for
a minute or so. By now we had floated our way to the edge
of the pool. The kickboard was firmly resting against the
side of the pool.
Meg was totally lost in her massage, even letting out
groans of release. I continued massaging as I slowly
worked my way down her back. I paused when I reached her
bikini bottoms, then continued down kneading her ass
muscles for almost a minute. I continued lower to her
thighs.
I concentrated on one leg at a time. Working my way from
her knee up to where her skin ended and her bikini began.
I then worked the other leg lifting it from the bottom
pulling it to me. This caused her legs to be spread
pretty wide. I massaged up to her bikini line again. This
time I continued up kneading the flesh that was just
outside the elastic band of her bikini. I continued
massaging each cheek while working the material toward
her crack. By now Mark could clearly see tan lines on
both sides of her cheeks as her bikini was more or less
transformed into a thong. I was fully erect and enjoying
my wife’s show. She had to know, but put up no
resistance.
Again I worked my way up her back. When I reached the
strap that held her bikini top in the back, I began to
play with the straps as though I was struggling and it
was in the way. I whispered, “Let’s get this out of the
way.” She told me not to release it. But I did anyway.
Then pushed the straps forward and off her shoulders. The
top was still being held in place by her leaning on the
board. She did not say anything.
While working on her shoulders and back I moved in
closer, straddling her thighs with my pelvis occasionally
making contact with her ass. I noticed she would push her
bottom up to meet my pelvis when I was about to reach
forward for her shoulders. After a while she whispered
that she was getting cold and uncomfortable. Mark offered
to turn the fireplace on, and suggested we could warm-up
in front of it.
We worked our way to the steps of the pool, Mark was in
front. Meg was holding her top in place with her crossed
arms. I helped Meg up the pool steps by placing my left
hand low on her bottom, lifting as we climbed. I slipped
my middle finger between her legs rubbing forward and
back. She said nothing. I grabbed the towel offered by
Mark and proceeded wiping my wife dry while she continued
holding her top in place.
Meanwhile Mark turned the gas on and lit the fire. He
also threw a thick blanket down on the carpeted floor
just in front of the radiating heat. I motioned for Meg
to lay down on the blanket so I could finish her massage.
She laid face down, stretching her arms forward and
across. I took up straddling her legs while Mark was
sitting near where her arms were resting.
I used the towel to finish drying her, being careful not
to miss anyplace. I then laid the towel to the side and
began kneading her upper arms and shoulders again. I
asked Mark for some oil. He quickly returned with a
bottle of scented massage oil of some sort. I dribbled
some down her back and across her shoulders and proceeded
to rub it in.
The light from the flames made a most erotic sight as it
reflected off her oil shined skin. I worked my way down
her back to the top of her bottoms again. I jumped over
and started at the bottom of her thighs. Oil and massage,
working my way up each leg. Once her legs were done, I
poured oil in the palm of my hand and worked it under the
side of her bikini working it into her white flesh. I was
massaging her ass cheek under her bikini bottom from the
side.
I bundled the material in the center pushing it into her
crack. I slide her legs apart a little so the material
was not so bunched up where it ran down toward her front.
When Her cheeks were fully massaged I focused my
attention on the area still covered running from the base
of her spine along her crack and to the front of her
crotch. I put more oil in my hand and while lifting the
material away from ass I let the oil drip directly into
her ass crack.
The oil ran from the highpoint of her ass crack down into
the folds of skin leading to her vagina and up toward the
base of her back. I then used my forefinger to gently
trace the trail of her crack from her spine to where it
disappeared between her legs. Then gently, but with a
little more downward pressure, I traced it back up again.
On each pass I exerted a little more down force. My
finger sunk further into her crack with each pass. I
could feel some of her hairs around her anus and forward
from there.
While retracing upward I could now feel the rearmost
folds of her vagina and the formation of her anus. On the
way back down I was rubbing right on the bottom of her
crack. Slowly I could feel as her pelvis bone dropped
away giving way for her anus. She cringed as my finger
ran over her opening. I rubbed back and forth on the
opening of her vagina. She was lifting and lowering her
bottom to meet my fingers movement.
My finger then traced its up and over Meg’s perineum
again and found her rear opening. My finger circled this
opening about an inch from the center and slowly spiraled
its way toward the opening itself. Meg arched her back
spreading her legs even more to provide my finger clearer
access to this sensitive spot. I ran my finger up and
while putting greater downward pressure I slide my finger
over the hole again, back and fourth. Each time adding a
little more pressure, each time her anus opened a little
more. Back and fourth.
I then switched to my pinkie finger. Now her rectum was
accepting my small finger as it slid over the opening. I
stopped and inserted it just a little and withdrew again.
My wife was getting twitchy and I knew I had to advance
on her clitoris. I motioned for her to roll over onto her
back. She started to roll, then hesitated, then continued
while holding her top to her breasts.
Once over she laid her arms to her sides and closed her
eyes. I dribbled oil on her stomach and began massaging
it in. Working my way up. I jumped over her bikini top
and did her shoulders, then working my way down I lowered
her top exposing her breasts to Mark. I kneaded them with
oil and pulled and rolled the nipples in my fingers, Meg
moaned in time with my manipulations.
Working my way down I reached her bikini bottom and
worked my way under the elastic band. My hand felt the
hair covering her mound as I worked my way down to her
lips and clitoris. Meg was almost in a trance. I wanted
to see how she would respond if I attempted to remove her
bottoms. So I pulled downward a little on each hip strap.
She unhesitantly lifted her hips allowing me to remove
the last bit of clothing from her excited body. I poured
oil onto her pubic hair massaging it downward into and
over the lips of her pussy. I worked it into and around
her clitoris. She began to writhe in conjunction with my
manipulations. My wife started ordering my fingers to
follow her instructions.
“Faster! Higher! Now in fast and out slowly rub over my
clit, two fingers, three. Touch my bottom, play with it.”
She had grabbed her left nipple with her right hand and
was pulling and squeezing.
She then tired of giving orders and grabbed the three
fingers of my hand with her left and was rubbing herself
as she saw fit. She increased the speed, then slow and
back and forth, in and out. Her climax was building. I
was massaging her anus and inserting one finger at a time
a little further each time.
Her hips were off the floor continuously pumping up and
down. She barked out “Squeeze my tits!” She had one
already. The only person with a free hand was Mark. He
sprang up onto his knees almost over Meg’s face and
grabbed her right breast. “Pinch the nipple, pull on it.”
Mark’s hands responded. “That’s it, just like that.”
She took her right hand from her tit and moved it to her
clitoris. Mark grabbed right on giving this breast equal
treatment. My wife let go of my hand telling me to keep
working my fingers in and out of her vagina while her
left hand continued to manipulate her clitoris. My other
hand was down massaging and fingering her ass. Mark had
both hands full of Meg’s tits.
He was on his knees just over Meg’s head reaching down to
her chest. We were all working for her impending climax.
What caused her to do it, I do not know. She moved her
right hand up and through the leg of Mark’s swim trunks
and grabbed onto his erection. She just started pumping
him right there. Within seconds he too was obviously
close to coming.
Meg had her pussy up as high off the blanket as she could
stretch. Her back was fully arched. I had three fingers
working into and out of her pussy and the middle finger
of my other hand was buried in her ass wiggling it back
and forth inside of her. Mark was pinching and pulling on
her nipples while Meg was pumping him off.
They came together. Meg began squealing and tensed up
except for her hand moving back and forth up Marks suit.
Mark was grunting as he pumped his pelvis back and forth
just over Meg’s head. They were locked in these positions
as the waves of pleasure washed over Meg and Mark.
I saw Mark’s suit become wet in front and then his semen
started to run down Meg’s arm. After what seemed like an
hour Meg slowly lowered her body back to the blanket and
removed her hand from Mark’s trunks. She got up, grabbed
her bikini and darted to the bathroom.
“Wow, I don’t believe what just happened,” Mark uttered.
Not to miss an opportunity, “I never know what to expect
from her. But it is always good.”
After this incident, we really didn’t spend much time
with Mark and his wife again. Meg always found an excuse
that conflicted with any plans to spend time together. We
never really discussed it either. I would rib her about
what she’d done on occasion. She would just get a little
embarrassed and say it had been my fault.