Pool Party

by K T Morrison

  “Don’t be a baby, Darren.”

  “You’re a fucking bitch.”

  “Oh, come on. We had fun last night.”

  “It was a lie, you—”

  “None of it was a lie, Darren. Take my hand. Today is the beginning of something. Not the end. Sit with me and watch your wife.”

  Darren waved her hand away, but he struggled to his feet. Skyler smirked as she withdrew the offered hand, watching him slowly stand, then sat herself down in the Louis chair. When he was watching and her eyes were on his, she let her legs fall open wide. She lifted a knee then draped a leg over the arm of the chair. She exposed her mean and twisted little vagina with a silver spike run through it. She smiled at him, one elbow draping on the other chair arm now.

  She said, “Come and sit with me, Darren,” then she patted the cushion right between her legs.

  He stood defiant for a moment, looked back over his shoulder and saw his wife still enthralled by this other man who had taken dominance over her life. They were going to show him something, and while common sense and a lifetime of happiness together told him now was the time to get out, just walk down that hall and step over the glass, slam the door behind him, get in his car, never come back, there was something telling him to stay. It was that same thing telling him to go: a lifetime together with the woman he loved. The first time he saw Lynn he was smitten. Back then she was young, she was innocent, and he had to show her so many things. She was a fast learner. At everything. This, today, was part of her. And if it was part of her he loved it, too.

  “Okay,” he said quietly.

  “Good,” Skyler said, smoothing her hand on the velvety cushion in the V of her open legs.

  He chewed the inside of his lip with the points of his canines and reversed himself to sit between her legs.

  “That’s it,” she whispered in his ear, “that’s a good boy now, Darren,” and she circled her arms around and hugged him. It was a strangely warm embrace. One that swelled his heart despite the painful spike that was already lanced through it.

  Then she whispered, “We’re going to watch him fuck her.”

  “Okay,” he croaked. Between his legs he felt himself beginning to stiffen. It was unexplainable.

  Madison, naked but for the leather boots and cape, squatted down in the heels behind Lynn and put her arms around her. Darren watched as her little hands squeezed and coddled Lynn’s breasts. Lovelace gripped his cock in the middle and he ran the underside of his glans in circles over Lynn’s held out tongue.

  “Okay, bitch, up and at em,” Madison groaned, her embrace turning to a squeeze and hoisting Lynn to stand. Lynn was a fitness beast these days and if she wanted to she could throw Madison down on the ground. She might be a lot younger but Lynn had fight in her. This was obviously something she was not resisting.

  Lovelace was right saying that she was being given something. She was receiving these gifts though to Darren the display was horrid. Madison stood as tall as Lynn wearing her heels, her arms bear-hugged around her like she was performing the Heimlich, and Lynn sagged weakly in her grip.

  Lovelace pivoted at the hip, slapped and then smoothed the bedding next to him, indicating to Madison where he wanted Lynn. Madison took a step and heaved Lynn forward onto the bed and she collapsed over it. Madison was climbing on her, getting over her on all fours, grabbing her shoulder and twisting her around roughly so she lay on her back.

  Lynn kept her legs together but Madison’s claws dug into the inside of her thighs and wrenched them open. She slipped down over top of his wife, wriggling herself so that her knees slipped off the edge of the mattress and Darren knew she was about to go down on his wife. He watched as this mean young girl ran her tongue between his wife’s legs. Lynn’s body flinched and jumped but she didn’t writhe away. She moaned.

  While he watched this display, Lovelace sitting on a hip, elbow draped over one raised knee, watching as well as Madison eagerly licked and jabbed her tongue into Lynn’s vagina, Skyler’s hands slipped down Darren’s bare body. He tucked his chin down, watched her elegant and silver-ringed fingers as they found the pull of his zipper and tugged it down. Her hand searched under the fabric, found his intense hardness, parted his fly and pulled it out.

  She whispered in his ear, “Darren likes what he sees.”

  His body did, and that he didn’t understand. He was this woman’s husband. He should be jumping up right now, marching into his walk-in closet, striding over the torn away clothing, pulling off the head cover on his Callaway driver and stomping back in here and clearing house. He could picture himself doing it, holding the grip tight, swinging wildly, watching these three sons of bitches put their hands up in defense. But he wouldn’t stop. He would keep swinging until they were dead, or they had fled the house. That idea got his heart pumping with excitement, but his legs stayed where they were. He was content to remain and watch like a dirty voyeur.

  There was something he was gaining from this. He didn’t know what it was, but now Skyler’s hands circled his hardness and lightly stroked him. All thoughts of defiance, all thoughts of murder washed away with two strokes, and all he wanted right now was to see Lovelace put his big penis inside his wife and do to her what he witnessed he did to these two beautiful girls. He wanted his wife to receive pleasure the way he had seen them receive it last night.

  A moan escaped him, and it embarrassed him greatly. He turned his head a quarter, worried that Skyler had heard him.

  She whispered, “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I know how hot this is.” Then she formed a ring over the flange of his cock head and flicked it up and down. He groaned again, his consciousness blinking white then black, a pleasure so incredible he could never have anticipated it.

  Lovelace was tapping the side of Madison’s haunch and she looked to him. Without saying a word, she halted the work her tongue was at, lifting up and leaving his wife sopping wet. She said to Lynn, “Up, dog. Up, up, get on all fours, bitch.”

  Lynn rolled to her stomach, drew her knees up and got on her hands. She looked meekly toward Darren, then quickly averted her eyes. That tiny instant of eye contact was like a defibrillator on his heart. It burst him, just for a moment, reminded him of how much he loved her.

  Madison, still on her knees behind Lynn, hauled back and slapped her hard across the ass making her thighs shake. Lynn yelped. Then Madison was backing away, making space for the judge. He stood at the side of the bed and Madison got to her knees in front of him. The judge disregarded her, his eyes going over Lynn’s backside and exposed sex. He put a hand on her rump, then ran it between her cheeks, using the back of his knuckles to drag up and down over her sex. Meanwhile, between his legs, Madison bobbed, her mouth making wet suction sounds around his big cock.

  Darren’s heart began to beat faster and faster, Skyler’s hand doing quicker things to him now, too. “Oh, God, oh, no,” he whimpered knowing Lynn’s penetration by another man was imminent. Knowing that in just one little moment he was going to watch Lovelace fuck his wife.

  “Oh, shit, should I stop it?” he said, as though Skyler would give him good advice.

  She gripped him and squeezed him tight and he felt pre-come surge over her knuckles. She said, “Let it happen. You know you want it.”

  “I do?”

  “You do,” she affirmed. Then she used the slipperiness that propelled from him to stroke him quickly up and down in hard pumps.

  “How can ... I want this?”

  “Because you know what it’s like ... watched us last night. You know she’s going to love it.”

  “She will, won’t she?” he softly cried.

  She reminded him, “Let it happen, Darren.”

  Then Madison gripped the judge’s cock, holding it up at an angle, the thing protruding past his hipbone. She sucked on his balls for a moment then fell to her rump, laughing, putting her hands behind her to support herself while she watched.

  Lovelace’s expression was like a man of
focus, a professional athlete caught in a pensive moment before an important play. He licked his lips, his hand gently stroked himself two or three times and he put his knees up on the bed.

  Darren marveled at the size of that thing, knew his wife was going to take it. His heart was misfiring, he was sure of it. Bouncing around in his chest like an overloaded washing machine.

  Lovelace lay it over her rump, and Darren saw how deep it would go.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “ah, fuck.”

  Skyler softly shushed in his ear, her fingers slipping along the underside of his erection, into his pants and squeezing his scrotum. He groaned again and more pre-come flowed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lovelace spanked her lightly, then told her, “Lynn, turn a bit, please. Let your husband see your face.” Darren saw Lynn work her mouth around, embarrassed, worried that her husband would see her or that she might see him, but also knowing she wouldn’t deny her master. She went walking on her hands and knees, rotating twenty degrees so that she almost faced Darren, but she couldn’t look at him.

  “Lynn,” Darren called, trying to get her attention.

  Skyler shook him, said, “Don’t.”

  “I love you,” he whispered anyway.

  Then Lynn’s eyes opened, wet with sadness, she said, “I love you, too,” but that turned into a painful gasp as Lovelace entered her from behind. She arched her back, inhaled deeply, her chest filling up, her breasts thrusting forward, hanging between her outstretched arms. Her nipples had gone to rosy diamonds. Lovelace ran his hands in a circle on her back, he withdrew and plunged again. Lynn gasped once more. “Fuck,” she breathed, “oh, my fucking God ... aw, fuck ...”

  Lovelace said, “That’s it, Lynn. Tell him. Tell him how you like it.”

  He withdrew and plunged. She moaned and cried, sucked her lips in her mouth. When they plopped out she blurted, “Oh, God, Darren, I fucking love it. Mm, I love it so much.”

  “That’s it, tell him,” Lovelace said, and he began stroking in and out.

  “Oh, fuck, Darren, mm, I’m so sorry, ah-I love it ... I hate it ... I hate myself, but I love it.”

  “That’s my girl,” Lovelace said, and he slapped a big hand on her thigh. “Tell him how you beg for it.”

  “I beg ... I beg for it, Darren. I beg for it because I want it so bad.”

  Lovelace said, “Darren, she does beg for it.”

  “I love you,” he whimpered, no idea what to say during this worst and somehow most exciting moment in his entire life.

  Skyler stroked him, matching the judge’s pace as he plunged his manhood in and out his wife. She whispered, “She loves it, Darren. She loves it every way he gives it. Look at her take it. Look at her face.”

  Darren watched as that troubled expression left his beautiful wife’s face, watched as it was pushed away from her, her brows lifting, mimicking pain but he knew that it was absolutely pleasure that was twisting her this way. Her mouth fell open, she panted and groaned with her lover’s thrusts. He watched her mouth work around, open and close, saw her tongue going up and down, her chest heaving, her breath scoring in and out, the shake of her breasts when Lovelace went too deep and rocked her hips.

  Skyler said, “Your wife is one dirty bitch, Darren. Did you know that?”

  “No,” he whimpered. How could she be like that? How could his wife be this dirty woman and he didn’t even know? His eyes were welling with tears again though he wasn’t exactly sad. He felt an enormous disparity, a chasm between the most important person in his entire life. The person with whom he had created the greatest children in the world. And here she was, her rump turned up for a mean and aggressive and powerful man. Taking it, and wanting it, thrusting back now, meeting his drive, wanting him even deeper.

  “I didn’t know,” he said.

  Skyler’s hand flicked up and down, still matching the judge. She said, “She loves my tongue, too, Darren.”

  “Oh, no,” he cried.

  “Yes, she does, Darren. I’ve tasted her. I made your wife come with my mouth, made her squirm all over the judge’s bed.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” he sighed, his head dropping forward as more pre-come spewed from him. Skyler’s hand on him made wet slick sounds now. He looked at her grip around his meager erection, her pretty hand, one that had probably fingered his wife without him ever knowing it until now.

  Madison was climbing on the bed, getting on her knees, a big open smile on her face. She got next to Lynn and drew back a hand and slapped her ass. Lynn cried out.

  “Take it dog,” Madison growled. “Take that cock.”

  Skyler whispered, “Madison ate her out, too. A couple times. The judge even made them scissor once. Holy shit, Darren, that made Lynn come so hard, you should have seen it,” she whispered against his ear.

  He wanted to tell her to stop, but he wanted to know everything. These insinuations of his wife’s base behavior were so fucking exciting. He never in a million years could have anticipated this. Yesterday he was forlorn, hurling himself in despair around the house at his wife’s infidelity. Now twenty-four hours later he was watching it and he was fucking aroused by it.

  Madison began spanking her again, slapping her ass when the judge withdrew, landing it before he plunged again. Working in sexual syncopation. Now Madison got on all fours next to Lynn, they went shoulder to shoulder, Madison facing Darren like his wife did. She mocked Lynn. Imitating her, making high desperate cries as she did, though no one touched her, pretended to get fucked, her tits shaking and swinging, laughing while she tried to match Lynn’s voice, taunting her with her the mockery. She did it until the laughter became too much and she couldn’t continue.

  She looked past Darren’s shoulder and winked at Skyler. Then she was watching Lynn’s face, softly cooing, “Take it, bitch, just take it, you love it,” and then smoothing the hair away from Lynn’s face, holding it exposed so Darren could watch her expression while another man fucked her.

  Now his heart was hammering, and as much as he couldn’t take this he was enamored with it, too. His heart swelled with a weird and new love for his wife. Madison planted a big wet kiss on Lynn’s cheek then shoved her head away. Watched her for a moment idly, analyzing Lynn’s expression though her eyes were closed.

  She gasped quicker and quicker, squeaking and yelping, her breasts slapping together, swinging around in circles as Lovelace fucked her even harder. Then Madison looked to Lovelace, said, “She’s ready,” lay on her back, her long blonde hair spilling over the foot of the bed. Her breasts shook and went in circles from the motion of the bed. She fingered herself.

  The judge took Madison’s advice, and he drove himself deep. Held himself there. Lynn cried out, the shaking and bouncing stopping. She moaned and arched her back again, her eyes fluttered and Darren saw that her pupils saw nothing. Her eyes were gone. The judge went up on one knee, planted his foot in the bed. He leaned forward, his huge cock fully and impossibly deep inside Darren’s wife. His big hands reached forward, and they wrapped around Lynn’s neck. Her face went red in just a few heartbeats. A thick vein bulging in her neck below her ear, a wriggly one going up her temple and into her hairline. She blurted and coughed, bit her own lips, drool flopping over her chin. Then it began.

  Lovelace compressed Lynn incredibly around her neck, the veins and blades of muscle bulged in his forearms. He fucked her at a quadruple pace. The headboard slapping and banging, Madison laughing now at the powerful pistoning and the judge gripping her so tight, and fingering herself as rapidly as Lynn was being fucked.

  Lynn’s breasts bounced and slapped again, drool swung from her chin. She made a low freight train sound. The judge relaxed, and she breathed in, and then he squeezed again, began fucking her even harder. Every bit of his wife’s hard body jiggled and bounced, her face as red as a tomato.

  While her hand buzzed furiously between her own legs, Madison reached with the other and grabbed one of Lynn’s shaking breasts. She clamped a nipple be
tween thumb and first knuckle and Lynn cried out; the girl doing it very hard. Then she shook and snapped it, and Lynn choked through gritted teeth. Madison slapped at her chest, slapping her breasts as she was fucked hard, watching Lynn’s expression the entire time. Then she hissed to Lovelace, “Coming, she’s coming!” and she slapped faster.

  The judge let Lynn’s neck go, and she roared an intake of breath that sounded like a fog horn. He threw himself into her hard, pushing that thing he had as deep into her as it would go, hands gripping her shoulders now, forcing himself all the way inside and bracing her against it. While she roared and snorted, Darren saw that she swiveled her hips. And when she exhaled finally, it came out in a bright and joyous scream. Then her head was thrashing, her body bucking against her lover, a huge orgasm taking her over. She threw her hair around, yelled and gasped, and shouted profanities.

  Madison laughed, clapping her hands now, still laying on her back. “Yay,” she cheered.

  The judge drove Lynn forward again until she was flat on her stomach, and he continued to fuck her from behind. He ran his thumb through her hair to pull it away from her face so he could see her. Lynn was expressionless, eyes rolled up, and her mouth hanging open. Then he withdrew himself, Darren seeing that thing shining wet from his wife’s insides. He took one of her knees and rolled her over with Madison’s help, Madison pushing her shoulder.

  Lynn toppled over onto her back lifelessly. Breasts swayed back and forth came to a stop, her eyes fluttered, and her chest heaved for breath. The judge got between her legs, Madison pulling one knee far and wide, then leaning over her thigh and spitting on Lynn’s patulous pussy. She smoothed her saliva through Lynn’s folds with the pads of her fingers, smiling for the judge.

  He tapped at her, taking his big tool and plopping the swollen glans up and down on her clitoral hood. It made Lynn moan, and she began to come back to reality. Twisting in the bed, her hands working around now, fingers moving. Lovelace plunged himself into her again, she arched her back and Darren saw her face, upside down, go wide with shock.