by Bridy McAvoy
Peter walked over to Phil and pumped his hand.
“Congratulations, mayor.”
Phil smiled at him.
“Thanks. Did you enjoy the party last night?”
“Oh, yeah, that was some party. Carol only woke me up two hours ago.”
Phil chuckled.
“Dead to the world all morning, then.”
“Yep.”
“Carol, can you come over here for a moment?”
Phil’s request brought Carol hurrying over to their corner of the deck as Phil handed Peter a drink.
“Carol, tell your husband what you were doing this morning.”
Carol went bright red and swallowed hard. Peter cocked an eyebrow at his wife. Finally, she spoke.
“I had something to take care of for Amy. The ladder crew at the fire station who cut off those handcuffs came off duty at ten this morning. Phil told me to thank them. All eight of them, personally.”
Not for the first time Peter’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“You…”
He tried again.
“You thanked them how?”
“How do you think, honey?”
“You mean all eight of them…”
His voice trailed away in shock. Suddenly he was aware of someone else slipping her arm through his on the other side. Rebecca broke the silence.
“No, silly, I helped her, we did four each, didn’t we, Carol?”
Carol looked down at her feet for a couple of seconds and then glared defiantly at her husband.
“I told you there was a price to pay for your little stunt with Amy and the handcuffs last night. Be glad none of them were gay or you’d have been there with me instead of Rebecca, who came of her own accord.”
Rebecca giggled.
“We both came honey, several times if I remember, and then they brought us lunch. Mind you, they insisted on signing their handiwork first.”
Without another word, Rebecca and Carol both turned their backs on the two men and swiftly raised the back of their skirts to their waists. Both naked asses were covered in black marker pen squiggles, obviously the signatures of the men. Across the top was a more legible phrase.
Thanks from Ladder 37.
Peter gasped while Phil merely laughed.
“Maybe I should have sent you along after all, Peter. You might have enjoyed the experience. Actually, it was Amy’s idea so you can blame her. Good job there was only one crew in the station at the time she needed her handcuffs removed. The other three engines were out and I don’t think even this insatiable pair would have managed all of them.”
Phil grinned at Peter’s look of horror and topped off his glass from the open whiskey bottle.
“Anyway, debts are all paid so let’s enjoy the party. I’m famished.”
With that, Phil took hold of Rebecca by the arm and led her over to the buffet table, leaving Peter alone with his wife for a moment. Peter could see the tears in her eyes as she searched his face for any hint of forgiveness for her morning’s further transgression of their marriage vows.
Overcoming his shock, and not wanting to see her upset, he quickly stepped close to her and wrapped her in his arms.
“It’s okay, honey, that one was my fault. I just wish you’d told me about it, that’s all, rather than just sneak off. Really, it’s okay.”
“Thanks, sweetie.”
She clung to him for several seconds before the ever busy Lizzie hustled up to them.
“Come on, you lovebirds. Everyone wants to eat and we’re not starting without you.”
She led the now smiling hand-in-hand couple over to the patio table which seemed incapable of supporting the surfeit of food.
Chapter 53
The buffet food Lizzie had prepared was, as always, extremely delicious but Peter was having a hard time concentrating on savoring it. They were all eating standing up except for Susie who had sunk onto one of the low sun chairs. The shift she was wearing was a lot shorter on her than it was on the others because of her height. As a result it was naturally displaying a lot of leg. Her perfectly turned thigh had been on view standing, now sitting down with her legs stretched out on the built-in footrest, the hem had ridden up even further. Peter constantly found his eyes dragged back to the enchanting sight, time after time.
Glancing round, he saw Phil was having exactly the same problem, although his position standing near her feet looking down at the tall blonde gave him an even better vantage point. Seemingly unintentional, Susie slowly raised one knee, lifting the hem higher still. Phil almost choked on the snack he was eating as the tiny piece of fabric that was all that covered his neighbor’s modesty was also lifted by her action. Peter grinned.
“What?”
Susie looked annoyed but Peter could see the sparkle in her eyes, his blonde exhibitionist neighbor was doing everything deliberately.
“Well…?”
Lizzie pushed past Peter and wagged her finger under her oldest friend’s nose.
“You harlot! You know exactly what you’re doing and I don’t want to see any of this food go to waste. I’ve spent the morning slaving over it, so don’t ruin it!”
“Ooh… Stroppy today, are we? I think we’ll have to do something about that.”
Susie put her plate carefully on the ground next to the chair and bounded to her feet, not so coincidentally giving both men a clear view of her pussy as she moved.
Lizzie took a half step back at Susie’s sudden movement but gamely squared off with her.
“Tramp!”
Susie laughed.
“I’ve got it, so I’ll flaunt it, honey. Are you game?”
“Game for what?”
“Flaunting it.”
Lizzie’s hands rose and cupped her impressive breasts.
“I have more to flaunt than you do.”
“But I have more class.”
“What?”
Peter was worried this was getting out of hand, the argument going from something light-hearted to something much more real and potentially nasty. Phil, however, seemed unconcerned and both Rebecca and his own wife were watching with faint smiles playing over their lips.
Susie reached down, grasping the hem of her shift and, with one easy pulling motion, removed the garment over her head. Peter was already aware that apart from the stockings and heels she had been naked underneath—there was no way any form of underwear could have remained concealed.
As ever the tall blonde’s nude body was statuesque and her flawless skin precisely that, flawless. Suddenly Susie started to giggle, a moment later Lizzie was joining in and, within seconds, the two of them were laughing almost hysterically.
“What’s so funny?”
The two women turned to look at Peter, their laughter intensifying. Carol moved up beside him, and whispered in his ear.
“It’s your face, sweetie. You looked so worried.”
She was grinning, too.
“Well, I’m glad you all found it funny.”
Peter moved away and stood at the deck rail looking out over the garden. A minute or so later, Carol followed and laid a hand on his shoulder.
“It wasn’t intentional, you know, honey. Just sorta happened.”
Peter lifted his hand and laid it on top of hers.
“I know.”
“Then turn round and give your wife a kiss.”
He turned round to face her and leaned back against the railing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her face in close to his. Their lips met, at first for a chaste kiss, but then Carol allowed her mouth to open and her tongue to flick out and tease her husband’s lips. He couldn’t help responding and the kiss quickly grew more intense. His arms wrapped around her back and one of hers stayed in place cradling his neck. The other wormed down between them and quickly found his hardening erection. She broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, staring into his eyes.
“Is this for me, honey, or the blonde bimbo over there?”
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“Not really.”
She gave him a squeeze, her hand wrapping around the bulge through his trousers.
“Grasp hold of the rail, honey, you might want to brace your weight.”
The sparkle in her eyes told him she had something planned, so he did as he was told. She moved her body away from him, although her hand still maintained contact with his now rock hard cock.
She smiled at him one more time and then gracefully bent at the waist, bringing her head down to the level of his crotch. Her fingers fumbled for a moment with the zip and then she’d released him from the confines of his clothing and she began to massage his erection with both hands.
“Very nice, honey. Very nice, indeed.”
Her tongue lashed out to flick across the very tip of his penis and he gasped as the pleasurable shock sent waves through his nervous system. He looked down and then past her, realizing the others were no longer chatting, all eyes riveted on Carol’s actions. He quickly saw Carol’s body position was deliberately calculated too, bending at the waist rather than squatting meant her hemline had ridden impossibly high. There was no doubt, particularly from Phil’s direct stare, that her pussy was exposed between her parted legs. He gasped again as she engulfed the top couple of inches of his prick with her warm wet mouth.
She applied suction, and swirled her tongue around the end, while all the time one of her hands was jacking up and down his rod, the other braced against his thigh. The sensation was electrifying, far exceeding previous oral encounters with his wife. Peter closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to savor every last moment of her actions.
Peter heard Carol grunt and opened his eyes. To his surprise he found himself staring straight into Phil’s face, the two of them separated only by the length of Carol’s back. Carol shuddered and moved again, her grunt slightly more audible this time. With a start, Peter realized whilst he had been savoring the blow job Carol was giving him, their neighbor had snuck up behind Carol and impaled her exposed pussy on his own rod.
Phil thrust again and Peter sensed Carol was thrusting back at him too, while still trying to maintain the oral contact with her husband. The mayor reached forward and placed one of his hands in the small of Carol’s back, preventing her from straightening up. He began to thrust more violently into Carol. Realizing Phil was holding Carol in place allowing Peter to continue to savor his wife’s mouth, Peter reached down himself and placed one hand on the back of Carol’s head.
Before long the two men had established a mutual rhythm. When Phil pulled back Peter allowed Carol’s head to rise, allowing her a split second to gulp in air. Then, when Phil buried himself deep in Carol’s pussy, Peter pushed Carol’s head down, forcing her to engulf his penis in her mouth. Each time he felt it hit the back of her mouth and he could hear her gagging.
He was not making love to his wife, he realized, he and the mayor were fucking her, pure and simple, using her body to satisfy their mutual lusts. Peter came first, gouts of sperm shooting from his cock, bursting down her throat and coating the inside of her mouth. Finally he withdrew, allowing her to make intelligible sounds once more. She didn’t, the noises coming from her could only be described as grunts and moans, a continuous stream of them as she worked her way up to an orgasm riding on Phil’s cock.
Phil came not long after and Peter could see his wife’s body go rigid as the spurts of cum drenched her vaginal passageway. He grasped her shoulders preventing her from collapsing to the deck at his feet and, finally, Phil was spent as well, pulling out and away from her, leaving a still bent double Carol, gasping and shuddering in the aftermath of her own orgasm.
Chapter 54
Rebecca watched Peter help Carol straighten up. Before the chemise dropped back into place, she could clearly see the ribbons of semen dripping down the inside of Carol’s thigh. Carol coughed, her face bright red from the unexpectedly harsh treatment her husband had given her orally. A large glob of semen dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin as she gulped in air. Peter tucked himself back into his trousers just as Phil had done moments earlier.
She smiled to herself. The way the two men had worked together had come as a surprise. Glancing over, she saw Susie had slipped her shift back on and once again the three neighbors were dressed alike, although Carol was somewhat disheveled. Lizzie had disappeared into the house the moment the sex scene had run its course in front of them.
Peter helped Carol over to the table where she grabbed the first glass she could find and downed its contents, still panting for breath. Rebecca winked at Susie and the two women smiled at Carol in mock sympathy. The brunette knew that, given the chance, she’d have happily been the meat in that particular sandwich instead of Carol and was equally sure Susie felt the same way.
At that moment, Lizzie reappeared. She had changed out of her dress and now wore an identical shift to the three other women, only, being somewhat bustier, she filled out the front rather better.
Phil whistled his approval and his wife grinned at him impishly.
“Eat some food first, honey. I told the girls I didn’t want to see any left-overs.”
Phil grinned and walked over to grab another plateful. A couple of seconds later, Peter made his way over to the table as well, although he stood very close to his wife, who put her arm around him.
Their obvious love for each other brought a lump to Rebecca’s throat as she remembered her own happy marriage before the events of the last couple of years had conspired to break it up. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and then moved to the bar to help herself to another long drink. She didn’t notice Susie approach until the blonde whispered in her ear.
“You alright, hon, you look a little upset?”
“I’m fine. Thinking back is all.”
“Not a good idea at one of Phil’s little get-togethers.”
“Yeah, I had noticed.”
Susie put her arm around the brunette’s shoulders and gave her a quick hug.
“Any more in that bottle or did you empty it?”
“Enough.”
Rebecca filled Susie’s glass and the two single women watched as the two couples stood near each other, concentrating on the buffet rather than the men concentrating on the spread of scantily clad women surrounding them.
“I think this looks too much like domestic tranquility, don’t you?”
Susie’s comment made Rebecca giggle and she cocked an eyebrow in unspoken question.
“Come on. Let’s raise the temperature here back up to where it was a few minutes ago. Too tranquil.”
Rebecca allowed Susie to take her by the hand and lead her over to the hot tub.
“Come on,” the blonde whispered and, without slackening pace, stepped down into the water, still very much fully dressed—well, as fully dressed as they all were.
Rebecca had little option. Susie was pulling strongly on her hand. If she didn’t step in herself she could easily be pulled off balance and land in the hot tub in a single big splash. Gritting her teeth, she followed suit and stepped down into the warm water.
The feel of the water against her stocking-clad legs was slightly strange, definitely different from the feel she was used to on naked legs.
Susie stepped into the deeper part of the tub, allowing the water to swirl up above her knees. Rebecca gamely followed, the water much higher on her legs since she was so much shorter than her blonde neighbor. The two turned, facing the group on the deck, none of whom had noticed the movement of the two women toward the tub. Finally, Lizzie glanced round and caught sight of them. A moment later, all four of the others were staring at the two women in the pool. Rebecca felt as if she was back on stage but the audience was more select this time, and definitely friendlier, even if probably still as lustful as the night before.
“What are you two doing?”
“Taking a dip, Lizzie, I hope you don’t mind.”
Rebecca giggled at Susie’s flippant response, recognizing
there was enough alcohol in her veins to improve her mood without impairing physical abilities.
“Aren’t you a little overdressed for that?”
“Not really. I think it’s just right.”
“I see.”
Lizzie’s raised eyebrow seemed especially funny to Rebecca so she was a little off-guard when Susie sat down, pulling her down with her.
The lightweight chemise billowed up around her as she suddenly found herself immersed up to her neck in the water. Glancing down, Rebecca could see the opaque parts of the fabric had gone totally transparent on contact with the water. She could clearly see every detail of her own body through it. Looking across at her blonde neighbor she noticed exactly the same thing had happened to her as well.
“Comfortable?”
Rebecca looked up to see Lizzie had moved across the deck to stand next to the tub.
“Why don’t you join us?”
“Seeing as it’s my tub, I would like to thank you for the invitation, and I will.”
Lizzie’s words could have been misinterpreted but Rebecca was watching the other woman grin as she said it so knew there was no sting attached. She glanced back at the deck and saw Carol whisper something to Phil before disappearing into the house at his nod.
The water moved and sloshed as Lizzie stepped into the tub and sank down on the other side of Rebecca from Susie. Exactly as hers and Susie’s had, the fabric of the shift went transparent, revealing Lizzie’s large and clearly erect nipples.
The three women sat and luxuriated in the feel of the warm water for several minutes when a noise from the door to the house brought Rebecca’s attention back to the present. She glanced down to see both Susie and Lizzie rubbing one of her thighs and then up to see Carol emerge from the house and stroll nonchalantly across the deck toward the tub.
Carol wasn’t hurrying; she was providing every chance for all present to notice her. The reason for her absence was obvious. She had been in the mud room and showered, probably without bothering to get undressed either. Her chemise had gone completely transparent, just as the other three’s had. Unlike them, though, she was out in the open, strolling unconcernedly past the staring eyes of the two men and straight toward the tub. Carol had a dreamy half-smile on her lips and lowered herself into the tub before leaning forward and planting a sloppy kiss on Lizzie’s lips.
