by Mia Moore
“Oh my God! Can you believe that? She asks me here for lunch and we catch them fucking like rabbits at the pool.” Her hands covered her gaping mouth.
“Why would they do that? Talk about blatant invitation! Were we supposed to join in?” My dick was still throbbing, pressing hard into my shorts. It wasn’t like I would have minded watching a little more but really, the least they should have done was warn us. Maybe we weren’t like them—not swinger types.
Chloe shook her head. “No. I can’t believe that. Grace did everything she could to hide the fact that they were going to that club. But why would she...” her voice trailed off into a question mark.
She reached in her bag for the scrap of paper. She peered at it with narrow eyes before holding it out to me. “See? It says here twelve o’clock. She KNEW we’d be here yet they go ahead and make a show of fucking when we’re supposed to arrive!”
I took the paper from her and studied it. Yes it looked like twelve but the one in front of the two was a series of faint scratches. My eyes lifted and looked into hers. “Chloe. Are you sure she said twelve? This looks like maybe her pen was skipping and she was trying to get it to work by scratching it over the paper.”
She plucked the page from my hand and her eyes were narrow peering at it. “I’m sure she said twelve.” But her voice was anything but sure.
“Why don’t you try calling her? Say that we’re running late or something and verify the time.” Some of the strain in my pants eased off. That had to be it—a mix up in the time. From what Chloe said about Grace, there was no way that little scene back there had been intentional.
Chloe reached into her bag once more. She hit a button on the cell phone and held it to her ear.
I watched cars zip by us as we sat parked on the street. My stomach rumbled. I’d finished the pizza early that morning and had been looking forward to lunch. Chloe only had yogurt and fruit. She must be starving as well.
“Hi Grace. It’s Chloe.” Her eyes rolled for a second and she bit her lower lip. “We’re running a little late today. We’re on our way and will be at your place shortly.”
Her head drew back and eyes popped open wide. “Are you sure? I’m positive you said twelve.”
Again there was silence for a few moments.
“If you’re sure. We can always go home and come for two if that makes it easier for you?” She turned to look at me and smile. “Okay. We’ll see you soon.”
She clicked the phone off and grinned. “She said to come on over. I know she had said twelve. But maybe she got it mixed up. That would explain what we just saw at the pool. At any rate, let’s wait ten minutes to give them some time to get dressed at least.”
“We could go get a doughnut. You must be hungry too.” I started the car and eased it out onto the street. A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of my cheek. God it was a hot one today. I adjusted the air conditioning turning it full blast onto my face. But it wasn’t just the heat of the day. I couldn’t get the scene of Grace and her husband out of my head.
How would I ever face them and talk about everyday stuff after that? I chuckled. Yeah, how about those Mets?
I looked across at Chloe. She was being awful quiet, probably thinking the same thing as me.
She sighed and a smile flashed on her lips. “I’d like to ask her about last night. Especially now...after seeing them...you know.”
There was a drive through coffee and doughnut shop on the next block. I put the signal light on and then turned to grin at her. “After seeing them doing the horizontal mambo? She really is a natural redhead.”
Her hand flew out and swatted me on the arm. “You looked!”
I laughed. “Of course I looked! Did you think I wouldn’t? Don’t tell me you didn’t.” Actually, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
“It’d be hard to miss. Jason’s got a good body too. He must work out.” She smiled and her eyes met mine.
“Well he was exercising one muscle. That’s for sure”
***
Twenty minutes later, we were once again at Grace and Jason’s door. This time it was answered right away.
Grace’s gaze flickered between Chloe and me, a bright wide smile on her lips. “Come in. Sorry about the mix up in the times, but you’re here now.” Her voice was cheerful and confident.
I watched Chloe step forward and her arms circle her friend’s shoulder as she leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “No. My mistake. What a great day for being around a pool.” She stepped to the side, extending her arm out to me. “Ethan, this is Grace. Grace, Ethan.”
With my hand extended I stepped into the foyer, but she brushed by my hand and hugged me, planting a kiss on my cheek. She was about an inch taller than Chloe, with a thinner athletic build. Her bare back above the sun dress was taut under my fingertips resting lightly there. “Nice to finally meet you. Chloe talks about you all the time.”
Behind her was a dark haired guy, in his mid to late thirties, about my height. Of course that was Jason. I’d seen his ass and now I was getting an eyeful of dark eyes, wrinkled in the corners as a broad smile lit his face. There was a shadow of beard on his deeply tanned cheeks.
He stepped forward and grasped my hand with a firm grip. “I’m Jason. Nice to meet you.” He grinned at Chloe and like Grace, gave her a big hug. “Hi Chloe. At last we meet.”
“Absolutely! So nice to finally meet.” Chloe’s head dipped and her eyebrows drew together. “How’s your aunt?”
Jason’s eyes flashed wide and his head drew back. “My aunt?”
Grace’s gaze met his before her arm went around Chloe pulling her along to the kitchen. “Oh she’s fine. At least she was when we left her last night. Jason’s cousins really appreciated the break and it was nice for us to get to spend some time with her.” She smiled at Chloe and continued. “What would you like to drink? Beer have wine, beer, gin, coolers...”
Jason managed to regain his composure and smiled over at me. “Yes...well. What’s your poison Ethan?” His arm swept to the side, inviting me to proceed him on the way into the kitchen.
“A beer would be great. We brought some too.” I handed the six pack to him.
He pushed past Grace who now stood next to the island counter with Chloe. As he opened the fridge, Chloe spoke. “I’ll have white wine, please.”
The kitchen was bright and seemed more airy and big because of the wide patio doors leading to the backyard. The deep blue of the pool, surrounded by the soft beige of the concrete dominated the yard, although there were colorful beds of pink flowers set at the edge of the manicured lawn.
“You’ve got a nice home, Jason.” I took the can of beer he extended.
“Thanks. We’ve done a lot of work on it. New cabinets and the pool’s only a couple years old.” He took a couple of plastic goblets from the cupboard and poured wine.
“Why don’t we take our drinks outside?” Grace turned to Chloe. “Or maybe you’d like to change into your bathing suit first? It’s so hot out, I think I’m going to put my bathing suit on.”
Chloe glanced at me for a moment and smiled. Bathing suit or birthday suit like we’d seen earlier?
“That’s a good idea.” She picked up the canvass bag and grinned at Grace. “Oh God, a dip in the pool would be great.”
Grace led the way down the hall while Chloe chattered about her new bathing suit and the store where she’d bought it.
Jason grabbed a can of beer for himself, popped the tab and took a hearty swig. “How ‘bout you Ethan? You need to get changed too?”
“Naw. I brought an extra pair of shorts. I usually swim in these.’ I glanced down at his shorts, clam diggers like mine, that he didn’t look in any rush to change out of. He nodded his head to the side, indicating the back yard.
I slid the heavy glass door open and stepped out into a furnace, the heat hitting me in a wave. His soft footsteps sounded behind me as we walked over to the pool and each took a lounge chair.
“Wow. That’s
some fence you got there. It must be ten feet high. Why you could do practically anything back here and no one would know.” It was a cheap shot that I couldn’t resist— it was hard to keep the chuckle from rising in my chest.
His eyes darted to the side and he was quiet for a moment. “Yeah. It’s great. Sometimes we skinny dip.” He smiled before taking a long swallow of beer. “Grace helped me build it. She may look delicate but she can swing a hammer with the best of them.”
“Oh really? That, I’d like to see. You guys skinny dip?” I grinned at him noticing the dart of his eyes again. He wasn’t getting off that easy, especially with me knowing they’d gone to a swinger’s club and had been fucking their brains out when we’d arrived. I still wasn’t entirely convinced that the mix up in times wasn’t planned.
“Yeah. Sometimes. Don’t tell me you and Chloe have never done that. It’s great—the way the water feels and—” At the sound of the patio door shutting we both turned.
The breath caught in my throat watching Chloe and Grace walking across the patio to us. They might as well have been naked for all the covering either of their suits provided. Chloe practically spilled out the small triangles of red cloth covering her boobs and the only sign of a bathing suit on her hips were spaghetti straps puckering the soft roll of her flesh and the triangle on her pubes.
Behind her Grace wasn’t much more concealed. Her body was lithe; breasts stood higher but they weren’t as full and bouncy as Chloe’s. Her eyes seemed to be focused on Chloe’s ass, and there was a small smile on her lips.
“Can you bring us a couple more beers, Grace?” Jason’s voice broke the trance that both Grace and I seemed to be under.
“Sure.”
When she turned, my gaze dropped to the cheeks of her ass, fully exposed with only a string separating firm luscious orbs. There was just the slightest hint of a jiggle in her flesh as she stepped through the door and then out of sight.
I glanced at Jason, only to see him openly grinning back at me. For a moment my neck became warm. He’d caught me ogling his wife’s ass and he seemed pleased by that?
He turned his head before standing up, “Chloe. Here, take my chair. I’ll get another one.” He smiled at her, and walked quickly to the edge of the patio, grabbing two more chairs and pulling them to a spot across from Chloe and I.
“Thanks Jason.” Chloe eased down onto the vinyl surface and took a sip of wine, looking totally comfortable in the scant bikini.
From the smile that curled the corners of her lips, you’d think that this was an everyday thing, going nearly nude in front of a guy who was practically a stranger. Maybe it was all the talk and the wild sex we’d had since this whole swinger thing had come up on Friday but it made me proud to see her so comfortable.
I took another long haul of the can, draining it, feeling the warm numbing sensation float into my muscles. The sky was a clear blue, the temperature hot while the water beside us looked refreshing. Add to that, a wife who was flaming hot, and her girlfriend checking her ass out, obviously interested was making my head spin… Jason’s cool demeanor watching everything going on added to it.
There was a tingling sensation in my dick. This could be an interesting afternoon.
Chapter 11
Chloe
When Grace led me into her bedroom to change into my bathing suit, I was surprised. I’d have thought she’d change there, while I changed in another room.
She must have noticed something in my expression because she said, “Hey, it’s just us girls; no different than if we were at the gym. Beside, Ethan may need to use the bathroom or another room to change.” She laughed and lifted the sun dress over her head.
I watched her pluck a hanger from the closet and slide the dress onto it. I gazed down and tugged the edge of my shirt up to peel it off. Holy shit, somehow being in her bedroom while we stripped was waaaay more suggestive and naughty than any time I’d changed at the gym. I could feel my heart beat faster and my cheeks become warm.
When the drawer in her dresser hissed, sliding out on its track and ending with a small thud, I glanced over. Her hand rifled through the clothes as she stood there, completely naked.
“There it is.” She smiled at me and lifted a royal blue string bikini from the drawer.
Once more I looked down, hiding the flush of my cheeks and unsnapping the waist band of my shorts with trembling fingers. I slid the fabric off and reached for my bag. When I took the red bathing suit out, she laughed.
“Look at us, all dressed up for the 4th of July! You in red and me in blue!”
I managed to flash a small smile. “Yeah, all we need is white.” I slipped out of my panties and shoved them and my bra into the bag.
“Well you won’t find it on me. I always sunbathe in the nude.” She stepped closer and her hand tapped the cheek of my ass and rested on my skin softly. “Here’s the white.”
I gulped and felt my cheeks really burning now. She stood so close, making no attempt to cover herself while her fingertips tingled on my skin. The sweet scent of her perfume drifted into my nose and the heat of her body emanated close to mine. There was a tug low in my stomach as I stood there.
“Sorry Chloe. Am I embarrassing you?” Her hand grazed my upper arm softly and I turned my face up to look her in the eyes.
I shook my head. “Embarrass? No. It’s true. What’s to be embarrassed about?” The words tumbled out of my mouth as I struggled to regain my composure. She was making it very difficult standing so close to me with not a stitch on. I pulled away and lifted my feet to slide them into the loops of the bikini. As turned on as I was being naked in her bedroom with her, this was new territory. It was one thing to fantasize but this was actually happening.
“That shade of red is definitely your color—kind of a hot orangey red.” Her head dipped to the side as she stood holding her bikini, her eyes on the small bit of fabric covering my mons. Once more I felt a tingle in the spot between my legs. What the hell was she doing just standing there checking my bikini out but making no move to put her own on? I lifted my head and our eyes met. There was a small smile on her face, and for just a fraction of a second her gaze flitted to my chest. If a guy did what she was doing, there’d be no doubt in my mind as to what was on his mind. But this was Grace.
But then again, she went to that swinger club, so who knew?
“I wish I had boobs like yours. You must be a double ‘D’. “ Her hands cupped the undersides of her breasts, lifting them a little. “Look. A full ‘C’ but still a ‘C’.”
Oh my God. There was no mistaking the hot flash of lust that pulsed in my pussy gazing at her boobs. They may not be as big as mine but the nipple was firm, surrounded by a circle of pebbled dark aerole. Fuck. I could imagine kissing them, drawing the nubs into my mouth. I looked away for a moment hiding the flush in my cheeks. What the hell was happening to me? Knowing she was a swinger was affecting me more that I expected.
I gulped and forced a smile to my lips, looking into her eyes. “Don’t be silly. You’ve got great boobs. What is it that guys say sometimes? More than a handful’s a waste.”
She smiled and flashed another quick glance at my chest. “Still....” She took the bikini bottom and bending forward stepped into the legs.
My heart raced in my chest as I put my bikini on. Had that been a come on? Some sort of swinger test or something?
I sighed and felt my stomach fall. What a hypocrite I was. Ever since we’d found out about Jason and her, Ethan and I had been turned on as hell. Now here I was getting changed, naked for a while and she’d commented on my breasts. I slipped the shorts and top into my bag. And what a weak spineless comment ‘more than a handfuls is a waste.’ Hell! She’d even touched my butt!
I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders, turning to look into her eyes. “Grace, I’d give anything to be as toned as you are. There’s not an inch of fat on you and your boobs in that bikini are awesome. Hell if I were a guy, I’d have a hard time, “I gr
inned and rolled my eyes, “Yeah a hard time, that’s a good one...well, you know what I mean.”
Fuck trying to concentrate on her eyes while she stood so close, with only the tiniest of bikinis covering her boobs and pussy was making me stammer, trying to hide the fact that I was attracted to her. But it was more than that...my gut was screaming that she felt it too! It was a game of Mexican stand-off but if she wanted more, shouldn’t SHE make the first move? She was the swinger after all.
She smiled and patted my cheek. “You’re so sweet. I know what you mean. I guess every woman would like bigger boobs, or to be taller or have a smaller ass or—”
“Okay. I got it.” My hands rose to grip her shoulders. We looked at each other for a moment silently and my gaze flickered to her lips. “You’re perfect Grace.” I smiled and a chuckle bubbled from my throat, dissipating the tension between us. “Look at us. If someone didn’t know better, I’d swear they thought we had some sort of girl crush going on.”
She grinned and her head fell back to gaze up at the ceiling for a beat. “Yeah. Crazy huh? We’d better get out there. They’ll be wondering what’s taking us so long.” She stepped to the side, leading the way across the room and through the doorway.
I sighed and followed behind her. Oh God, the sight of her firm ass cheeks, the crease underneath taunting like a smile with each step was mesmerizing. Somehow, I felt like I’d dropped the ball, expecting her to give some hint, some move, encouraging something more, especially when she’d arranged for us to be naked together in her bedroom!
In the kitchen, she stopped and picked up the wine glasses, smiling as she turned to hand me one. “It’s funny, but I never thought you’d own a bikini, let alone show up here in one. I would have taken you for the sensible tankini or speedo.”
I took a long sip of wine, eyeing her over the rim. It was either a challenge or a subtle put down that I was too conservative. Or was everything she said or did filtered through the lens of her being a swinger? “You’re right. Usually I wear a speedo one piece but today...I just felt sexy. Maybe I got hormones running rampant. I don’t know.”
