by Matthew Lee
They sank into the hot tub and Jennifer poured the drinks. Conversation flowed smoothly and Sara enjoyed her wine, soon feeling dizzy as the alcohol combined with the heat went straight to her head. She lifted from the water to cool off on the tub's edge and her swimsuit was virtually transparent. Mike almost choked on his whiskey. Dean and Jen said nothing, fearing if Sara knew she'd cover up. For long minutes the group quietly enjoyed Sara's unknowing display.
Under the swirling foam, Jennifer found her husband's cock and played with it. He expanded rapidly, eyes glued to Sara. Once Jen had him half-erect, Dean moved up to the ledge too. The water vacuumed his shorts around his genitalia. At first, Mike and Sara noticed nothing, then Sara glanced down and the obvious outline of Dean's thick and heavy cock made her gasp. Mike looked up at the sound and followed her line of sight and he saw it too. Dean was obviously half-hard and Sara had caused it. Sara took a long look, yearning clearly etched into her face, before sliding off the edge and back into the water.
Jennifer acted like she'd noticed nothing and moved around the tub refilling everyone's glasses. She poured Mike and Sara a full-measure and laughed on the inside. Her plot was unfolding beautifully.
Mike stared at the suds, upset by his wife's behavior. Sara looked down too but her mind raced. Her pussy ached with want. Dean looked so good and that combined with the bikini, the wine, and Mike's recent impotency had her craving cock like never before. She knew that wasn't fair but right now she didn't care. It's how she felt. The atmosphere was tense.
Jennifer was thrilled. She pretended to be oblivious to what was happening around her and said, “Drink up everyone. I want to have some fun!” and untied her top as she circled the tub. She stepped out of her bottoms and jumped naked into the cold swimming pool, her hoot echoing around the neighborhood. Dean laughed and said, “When in Rome,” and left the tub too. Down came his shorts and he joined Jennifer in the brisk pool. Mike chugged the last of his whiskey and remained in the tub, water to his chin. Sara, conflicted with loyalty to Mike and a desire to burn some energy and release some frustration, sat for a few minutes listening to Jen and Dean have fun. She made up her mind.
“You coming?” she asked Mike.
“No, I'm comfortable here.”
“Don't get mad, okay?”
“No worries, Honey. Have some fun. It's Friday night. We're all buzzed and we're all old friends. Go ahead. I may join you in a few minutes.”
Sara stepped to the control box where she turned off most of the backyard lights. Jennifer booed her, laughing and calling her a party-pooper.
“I'm shy damn it!” Sara laughed.
All three of them watched Sara untie her bikini in the darkness. The light from the house provided a warm glow and after a second for their eyes to adjust, Sara was seen easily. She dropped her swimsuit on the chaise and darted to the pool, with a splash joining Dean and Jen in the cool water. She'd neglected to turn off the light in the pool and as she approached she discovered all bodies were clearly revealed. Mike was still in the tub and could not see any off them. Sara took the opportunity to stare directly at Dean and Jennifer, both gorgeous and exciting. Jen's big tits bobbed around and Dean's buoyant cock bounced under water, aiming in all directions.
They swam together and Sara forgot all about Mike. The three of them laughed hard, splashing and goofing around, until the fact they were nude was lost on them. They were just friends having fun.
When Dean hugged Sara from behind and his fat cock slipped between her legs, the awareness of their nudity came roaring back. Dean expected Sara to shove him away but she did not. She got suddenly quiet but allowed him to hold her, seemingly mesmerized by the warm fleshy rod bouncing between her inner thighs. Jennifer reacted instantly, swimming close and hugging Sara and Dean together, forming a Sara sandwich, and then kissing Dean to the side of Sara's face.
“I need some hot bubbles,” she said, and left the pool to rejoin Mike.
Suddenly, Sara found herself alone with Dean.
Jen sat on the edge of the tub and struck up a conversation with Mike, pretending she did not notice his eyes roaming every square inch of her body. She welcomed it. With his useless penis, Mike was no threat. Her plan was to distract him while Dean made a move. Mike was obviously a tit-man so Jennifer casually leaned back and dribbled warm water on herself while they talked. Mike forgot all about Sara.
Even under water, Sara felt herself get wet. She glanced at the hot tub once to make sure Mike could not see her and then pushed her ass back at Dean. His cock was hot and getting hard fast and it felt so good between her legs.
Her mind warned her to swim away but her pussy ordered her to stay. Dean tightened his grip and pumped his cock back and forth across her lips and clit. The bumps and veins rubbed her and Sara quietly gasped. Dean pulled his dick all the way back and dropped a hand down to her pussy from the front. He pushed forward again and as soon as he felt the tip of his cock, he directed it upwards. He felt Sara's slippery and scalding pussy envelope the head and a couple inches. Sara clamped her mouth shut to not cry out. Dean pushed again but Sara's tunnel was too narrow to easily accept him. He flexed his abs to drive a few more inches inside.
Sara's pussy expanded with exquisite slowness, accommodating Dean one agonizing half-inch at a time. With only half his cock in her he encountered a narrowing of her vagina and several moments later felt the head softly bump up against her cervix. Sara groaned.
This had to be the tightest cunt I've ever fucked, he thought.
He withdrew some and slowly pushed in again and Sara's head fell forward and her shoulders sagged.
Not since Randy had Sara felt anything like this. She held onto Dean's wrists as his long spear probed her cunt, a mix of pain and pleasure as he forced her tight pussy to take his shape.
This is exactly what I needed, she thought.
Dean was thunderstruck. Sara's pussy was pure magic, as if it was built solely to pleasure over-sized organs. She gushed fluids yet still he had to exert effort to withdraw and push back in, and when he did, fireworks exploded in his mind. His cock was trapped on every side, massaged and stimulated as her silky walls traveled along his thick inches. This girl was a treasure. This girl was made to take his cock. Dean groaned and Sara felt a rush of excitement that she pleased him. She rolled her pelvis around his meaty spike and he groaned again.
“Oh, God,” she murmured, hiding her voice from Mike and Jennifer. “You like that, Dean? Do I feel good, Baby?”
“You- you're incredible. It's Heaven. You have Heaven inside you.”
Sara beamed. She rolled her hips again, trying to give Dean as much pleasure as she possibly could. She loved what he said about her. She loved feeling his body react so powerfully to her. Happiness raced through her body and mind. Her pussy gushed fluid, thrilled to be so stuffed with meat. She worked her hips up and down the length of him, fucking him with small tight thrusts. The sensation drove both crazy and Dean softly bit her neck. He sent a surge of blood into his cock, expanding himself in every direction, and Sara exhaled sharply.
“You're like a horse,” she groaned. “Push it deep.”
Dean curled his stomach and sent his inches traveling deeper. Sara covered her mouth and a rush of pleasure left her dizzy.
Jennifer laughed loudly at something Mike said and the magical bubble burst. Sara came back to herself in a rush, keenly aware of Dean lodged inside and her husband so close. With a supreme effort of willpower, she lifted herself off Dean's raging erection and floated away. Her body and mind churned and tumbled and it was several moments before she could speak.
“Hot tub,” she croaked.
She left the pool and crossed to the tub. Her bikini lay forgotten on the lounge. Jennifer and Mike sat on the ledge, both nude now, and Sara felt relief that Mike had at least gotten undressed. His shriveled penis lay tucked into his lap and he tried to hide it.
Jen noticed Sara's engorged labia and knew her husband had been inside that pretty l
ittle pussy. He probably didn't have time to cum but she'd felt what he was like and she'd want more. Jennifer smirked and looked away. Sara slipped into the hot water next to Mike, avoiding their eyes.
Mike had no idea what his wife had just done but Jennifer knew. She acted oblivious, welcoming Sara back to the hot tub. Sara seemed stunned and disoriented, quietly floating next to Mike's leg. Her pussy ached with emptiness. She wanted to cry from frustration as much as she wanted to shout with excitement. Her emotions tripped over each other, each fighting to be heard. Jennifer and Mike debated some stupid story from the news and Sara barely heard them. She needed Dean back inside her so badly her back and shoulders ached. Her stomach hurt.
Their debate concluded, Jennifer left the tub to rejoin Dean.
“You took off your trunks,” Sara said to Mike.
“Yeah,” Mike replied, watching Jen jump into the pool. “Jen convinced me. Funny how I felt strange because I was the only one still clothed. How's Dean?”
Sara thanked God the lights were still off and Mike could not see her face.
“Fine.”
Mike slipped down into the water next to his wife.
“Is this weird, Sara? All of us being naked? Dean and Jen seem so comfortable. My brain says no big deal, we're all adults, but I still feel weird. How do you feel?”
“Pretty much the same as you. At first I wanted to die from shame but I relaxed. Now I'm almost totally okay with it. Still a pinch of awkwardness but not too bad. I'm kind of making myself do it just to get outside my comfort-zone”
“It's easier for you, Honey; you're prettier than Jennifer and have a better body. Dean is so much bigger than me. I feel embarrassed. It's a guy thing. Plus, I haven't been able to take care of you this week, if you know what I mean, so I guess I'm also a little intimidated. He's such a nice guy. Both of them are so sweet and fun. We're lucky. They're awesome friends.”
Sara agreed. “Let's both try to relax with it. He might have you beat on size but you're probably smarter than him. It's kind of sexy if you think about it; two naked men walking around our home. I know you like seeing Jen naked. Let's have a few more drinks and learn to accept it.”
Mike swallowed the remaining whiskey. “Okay,” he said, bravely.
Together they rose from the tub and Sara took his trunks away. She tossed them on the lounge next to her bikini and held his hand as they joined Dean and Jen in the pool. The water was bracing after the heat of the tub.
Jennifer kept the drinks flowing, filling Mike and Sara's glasses to the top, and soon all four of them paraded around nude, moving easily from pool to tub and back again. Sara compared Mike to Dean whenever she saw them together and felt her pussy clench a little each time. Sara marveled at Dean and Jennifer's calm demeanor and determined to be more like them. They both seemed so perfectly comfortable in their own skins.
At that moment Mike and Dean sat next to each other on the edge of the pool. Sara wedged herself between them as obnoxiously as she could but they just ignored the drunk girl and kept talking. Sara laid her head on Mike's chest. From here she saw both men's penises only a foot or so away.
I love cock, she thought. I love the way they look and how they feel. I love making them hard. I love making them cum. I may be a little drunk.
A minute later she lowered her mouth to Mike's lap. He sat stunned as his penis entered her warm mouth.
Dean smiled broadly. “Now were talking,” he said.
Mike had no idea what to do. He knew Sara would regret this once she slept off the booze, but in this moment her mouth felt fantastic. Dean and Jen thought it was cute and before Mike could worry if they considered it low-class, Jen leaned over and pushed on the back of Sara's head.
“Get all of it, girl. You know what you want.”
She kept Sara down and talked to Mike. “Come on, Mike, fuck that pretty mouth. Make her swallow you.”
Incredibly self-conscious and out of his element, Mike's penis did nothing. Even without the drug Jennifer fed him there was no way for him to get hard in this situation. He fretted and tried his best but nothing happened. Jennifer was inwardly gleeful. Jen let Mike struggle a few minutes before urging him again.
“Get hard, Mike. Don't worry about us watching. We're all friends here. Give this pretty girl what she wants.”
Mike was dying on the inside. Sara pulled her mouth away and kissed him before diving back down. Sara sucked for a few more minutes making plaintive mewling sounds of frustration. The memory of Dean inside still haunted her pussy. She still felt him inside her, filling, stuffing, stretching, touching everywhere at once. She desperately wanted him back. Mike willed his penis to get hard but nothing happened. Anxious and shamed, Mike tried to get his wife to stop.
“Honey, I'm too shy. Let's get back in the hot tub for now.”
Sara ignored him, instead whimpering her desperate need. She had every inch of Mike in her mouth with plenty of room to spare. Her nose in his pubic hair and her tongue reaching under and swirling his testicles, she wondered what she was doing wrong. Why wasn't he hard? His small penis flipped around her mouth, soft as foam.
At last Jennifer removed her hand from the back of Sara's head. She moved around next to Dean and lowered her mouth to his lap. Mike watched as Jen vacuumed Dean's cock into her mouth and Dean began to thicken almost instantly. Jen pushed Dean deeper and sucked harder. In mere moments Dean had doubled in length and girth. Veins stood out along the top and sides, shiny with Jen's saliva. She pulled her mouth away and showed her husband's large cock to Sara and Mike.
“See? Don't be shy. If Dean is hard than you can get hard too. No need to feel awkward.”
She knew what she did would have the opposite effect on Mike but this moment was too cruel to pass up. Mike looked down at Dean's partial erection with dismay. Sara eyed that fat cock with open want. Jen was thrilled. Sara was drunk; would she do something unforgivable?
Sara raised bleary eyes to her husband. Mike saw rampant desire there but it took him a heartbeat to realize her desire was not for him. With a stomach suddenly full of ice water, Mike understood what his wife was thinking.
“Sara?” he murmured. “Don't...”
Sara turned her attention back to Dean's cock. That beautiful monster had been buried in her pussy only an hour ago and she still felt him in there. Surely one little kiss wouldn't hurt anyone?
Mike watched, alarmed, as his wife's head seemed to move slowly towards Dean's lap. Sara's mouth opened as her eyes closed. Jen waved Dean's cock side to side like she tried to get a cat's attention and it worked. Out slipped Sara's tongue as her head formed a gentle arc down to Dean's cock. Her mouth landed on the shaft and she moved it smoothly up the hard inches until her mouth enveloped the head and her lips traveled back down.
Just two feet in front of his face Mike watched another man's cock enter his wife's loving mouth. Her full lips seemed to glide over the veins and ridges of that wide shaft with adoring caresses. Sara moaned with deep satisfaction. Here was what she wanted; not just a hard penis, but a long and thick one, pulsing with life and vitality. She moaned again and pushed Dean to the back of her throat.
God! I love this cock! What a fucking MAN.
Mike stared aghast. Sara eagerly, enthusiastically, wantonly, sucked a dick right in front of him. His wife's tongue snaked out and dragged along the length, worming into the hole at the tip. Her head bobbed and her cheeks sucked in so hard Mike was sure Dean felt the vacuum in his nuts.
Mike muttered, “Sara... what?” and Jen almost laughed out loud. Mike's pain was exquisite. His face was a tortured mask of agony. This could not be undone. This could not be unseen. Mike would have these images burned into his mind forever. Even if he forgave Sara totally, blamed her actions on the large amount of wine she'd consumed and nothing more, still he would always know what it looks like when another man fucks his wife's mouth. Jennifer felt like dancing.
Might this be enough to ruin them? She wondered. That would be almost t
oo easy. I'm not finished having fun with these two yet.
Genuinely disappointed this may spell the end of her plot, Jennifer tried to think of a way to extend her charade. She watched Sara gleefully worship the dick in her mouth as her mind raced. Movement drew her eye and she glanced at Mike's lap. His penis had risen an inch off the deck! Jennifer met Mike's tormented eyes. He was wrapped in a smothering blanket of anguish and confusion. He was as shocked and bewildered by his partial erection as Jennifer and when he spotted Jen looking at it, he cringed and tried to explain.
“I, I don't know why,” he began. “She's drunk. She has to be. She'd never...”
He looked down. His penis was half-staff and growing. Jennifer could not believe he'd somehow overcome all the doses she'd given him but here was proof. Deep down, buried on some subconscious level, Mike actually loved what he saw. Jen knew it even if Mike did not. She'd known men like him before.
Mike is a cuckold, she realized. This changes everything.
Like a sorority sister on a Saturday night, Jennifer leaned over and added her mouth to Sara's. Together they adored Dean's now rampant and throbbing cock. Mike grew slow but steady until a spongy, not quite fully erect penis pointed across the pool. His gaze was welded to Dean and the two sexy women that serviced him.
The girls attacked Dean.
He leaned back on both elbows and let the women have their way with this penis which enthralled them. He found Mike's face particularly pleasant as Mike's profound pain was evident. As Dean moved closer to orgasm he backed Jen off more and more until only Sara sucked his cock with cum-starved abandon.
Mike saw how much pre-cum Dean leaked and his mouth went dry. Long silvery strands dripped and draped, like spider webs, connecting Sara's lips and tongue and chin to Dean's dick. More dribbled from his slit and coated his balls and dripped to the pool deck below. Mike was sick and disgusted yet riveted.
