I had never been prouder of my wife. At twenty-eight years old, she had finally achieved her goal of becoming a teacher. She had graduated with a B.A. in education. After commencement, last night, a group of her friends invited her to a party they were having to celebrate their achievement and say goodbye before everyone left for home and a frantic job search over the summer.
We had been invited to these parties before, but we went to the first one and felt uncomfortable. We were married and almost a decade older. We were past the drink until you puke stage of our lives and had little in common with her younger classmates. Brooke would tell me the stories she heard about these parties, and they were wild. Lots of booze, and naked flesh. We aren't prudes by any stretch of the imagination. But it seemed wrong with the age difference.
I was about to politely decline the invitation, when Brooke, my wife, said, "Of course we'll be there. I wouldn't miss it for the world," Then she hugged her classmate Ella, and we headed off to a celebratory dinner with family.
In the car I asked "Why'd you agree to go to that party, I thought we both felt it was weird partying with a bunch of twenty-year-olds. Besides don't they get wild at these shindigs?"
"You're right, but this is the last time we'll all be together, Besides, after all these years of hard work and study, I deserve to let my hair down a bit."
"I guess you're right." I say grudgingly, I'm just not sure how I feel about going to some college party and watching barely legal kids get drunk and act like fools."
"What're you 80," she asks teasingly. "They're only a few years younger than you, and it wasn't that long ago we were going out, getting drunk and acting like fools. Hell if you hadn't been a drunken fool the night we meet, I wouldn't be Mrs. Robinson today."
"Okay...okay, I concede. You win, we'll go." I say laughing.
"Good because I bought a new swimsuit for this party and I want to wear it," Brooke tells me.
My brow furrows in thought. We just got invited to this party a few minutes ago and she already bought a bikini for it. I was going to ask but figured it was her night and no reason to risk a fight, so I decided to let it go. After dinner with our families, and a frustrating and conversation with her parents, and mine reiterating how little money teachers make and how hard they work and all the usual things, we said good night and drove home.
We woke up to the sound of a woodpecker slamming his head into a tree. "I gotta discourage woody out there from waking us up at the crack of dawn," I complain to Brooke.
"How about at the crack of Brooke she says as she slides her panties down her sexy legs and spreads her firm thighs apart, offering her womanhood to me."
I rolled over, positioning myself between her legs and smiled up at her. Without another word, I started to kiss and nip her inner thighs. I could smell her arousal growing as I ran my mouth over her sensitive supple skin. Her back arched in pleasure and she moaned as I switched between her thighs working my way slowly up to her creamy center.
"Baby just so you know, I downplayed how wild these parties get. At the last one, almost everyone was naked by the end, and some were having sex as the rest watched." Brooke said as she ran her fingers through my hair.
My dick twitched and went from half staff to full staff at the idea of watching some of the barely drinking age coeds running around naked, tits wet, and bouncing.
"I want to let go of today. How would you feel if I flashed my tits?"
I growled in pleasure and nipped her clit, something I know she loves.
"OHH FUCK!" she screamed, as my teeth pressed into her sensitive bud. "I think my baby likes that."
She moaned as my tongue began to flick her clit while I deeply inhaled the pungent earthy aroma of her sex. I was about to drive my tongue into the folds of her sweet spot when her phone rang. It was Pavlovian, she had to answer no matter what. I ignored the distraction and tried to focus on my favorite past time.
"Hey girl what's up?" She said brightly, pushing my head away from her, "Ohh shit that sucks! Of course, we can do that. We're on our way. We'll stop at the store, it's on our way. Be there ASAP. See you in a bit."
I reluctantly sat up and watched as she spoke with the person I hated most in the world. I had no idea who it was, or what they wanted, but whoever it was, they had it stopped me from fucking my beautiful wife.
She put her phone down and looked at me, "The caterer was in an accident, the food for the party is strewn all over the interstate. Ella remembered you're a chef and asked if you would be willing to man the grill. She already called Publix and ordered a bunch of stuff. She wants us to pick it up on the way."
I tried to hide my disappointment. It had been about two months since we fooled around. Between working full time, prepping for finals, and getting ready for her state certification tests, there was little time for us to act as a married couple. "No worries babe," I replied. "I guess we gotta get going then."
"The order won't be ready for about 45 minutes. We can shower and pack our stuff before we go."
I got up and looked down at my erect cock. Brooke Leaned forward and kissed it, I moaned in delight.
"IF you do a good job today, I'll give you a real special treat tonight," she said and swiped her tongue over the slit in the crown. My knees buckled and I grabbed the bed to stop myself from falling.
I went into our bathroom and jumped into a cold shower to help ease my swelling. Soon I was able to squeeze myself into my swimsuit and matching swim-shirt. I pulled on my swim shoes and a hat. I packed sunscreen, goggles, and a few other accouterments into a daypack.
Then I headed down into the kitchen and packed the ingredients to make my special dry rubs. I had several blends I created and was planning on using them all. By the time I had all my cooking gear ready, Brooke was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She was wearing a thin sundress that buttoned up the front. She had only buttoned 4 buttons to keep her most interesting parts covered.
When she walked, she exposed an indecent amount of thigh. If I had been in front of her, I was sure I would be able to easily see her bikini bottoms. The bodice was pulled tight across her larger than average breasts. I did not doubt that if she bent over her tits would be fully displayed. I spent several seconds ogling her, feeling proud that she was my woman, and wanting others to see how sexy she was. At the same time, the green-eyed monster was fighting for control telling me she was mine and no one should see that much of her body.
"Is that appropriate?" I asked trying not to drool too much.
Brooke glanced at my pants and said, "You seem to like it. Besides, it's a pool party. I put this on because I didn't think a bikini was appropriate to wear into Publix. I'm wearing my swimsuit underneath, so I could easily strip when we get to the party."
My cock throbbed at the word strip, as my imagination pictured her getting naked in front of her classmates. She stood up and lightly kissed me, then took my hand and led me to our car.
After getting the food, and having every male and a few women in the immediate area of my wife get whiplash, we arrived at Ella's home. I had been here once before. When Brooke and Ella first meet freshman year she invited us to her 19th birthday party. It was awkward, and not just because the place she called home was worth more than most people earn in a lifetime. The age difference, at least to me, was huge. Even Brooke who was younger than me felt out of place with kids barely out of high school. We hadn't socialized much with this group since.
I pulled up the long winding driveway and a domestic directed me around the house to the grill area. Ella came running over, her over-sized fake tits barely moving despite wearing a bikini top that looked more like a spider web than clothing. The only part of her breasts that it hid was her nipples. The pale pink of her areolas was proudly displayed.
I shook my head as she hugged Brooke and gushed "OMG. U r a lifesaver." I groaned inwardly remembering why I didn't like to be around her. She talked like she was texting. I had no idea how someone could talk like a tweet but she did. "I need u 2 help with the booze." She grabbed Brooke by the hand and lead her away without saying a word to me.
I got the smoker going for the pulled pork, then began to unload the food and started the prep work. I would occasionally glance up to see Brooke and Ella doing things I couldn't figure out. I tossed the salad and put the pulled pork into the smoker figuring it would be done in about four hours. I began to mix up my dry rubs and apply them to various meats. I set out the plates, utensils, and buns. Except for the actual cooking, I had done everything I could. Soon guests started to arrive, and like most trust fund assholes they ignored the help until they needed something.
I watched as Brooke was surrounded by several of the buffer bros and they started to touch her arms and gently tug on her sundress. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I guessed they were trying to get her to take off the sundress so they could see her swimsuit. I was about to go over to her when I saw her laugh and start to undo the buttons. I stopped and watched as she slowly unbuttoned the dress until it hung free. She held it closed like a stripper teasing perverts, and I could tell the guys were cajoling her to take it off. She was smiling and whipped the dress open flashing the front of her suit to the guys. They all cheered making those outside that group look over, and the few who caught site of my wife's body also cheered.
She pulled the dress closed again and started to walk over to me. The guys were obviously discussing her body and the way she flashed them. They were not being subtle about it at all. A few gave me dark looks when she came up to me, but I ignored them.
"Do those guys know you're married?" I asked.
"I only know two of them. The others are their frat brothers. I think the guys I know do. I mean it wasn't a secret. I told people about you, but I can't swear who knows and who doesn't," she replied as she kissed my cheek. As her lips pulled away, she whispered "I wanted you to be the first one to see me in my new swimsuit, but they wouldn't let me leave until I showed them, so I gave them a quick flash. But, you get to take off my dress and see the whole thing. She stepped back and smiled at me.
I reached up and pulled apart the dress holding it open, to drink in the front of the swimsuit. I'm a chef, not a garment worker so I don't know the terminology to describe what she was wearing. It looked like one of those Japanese bondage ropes that you see in porn. There was a small triangle covering her mons and two even smaller over her areola. I stood there and stared for an eternity, until Brooke asked, "Do you like it?"
I nodded stupidly and she shrugged the dress off and I stood there as she turned around, letting me see that the straps running around her back were clear, making it appear she was naked from behind. My cock swelled and I licked my lips as I stared at her firm ass. I wasn't even sure if anything was covering her perfect rosebud.
"Brooke we need you for a game." A male voice called.
I just stood there and stared and my practically naked wife, my cock throbbing at the thought of all the people who were going to see her like this. She turned around and kissed me on the lips. "Can I go play and have fun with my friends?" she said in a fun and sexy tone.
I nodded dumbly, she kissed me again and flounced off. I watched her ass as she returned to her friends. Soon she was lost to my view as she was surrounded by a group. Suddenly they all jumped in the water and I heard her call out "Marco..." and everyone responded "Polo" I shook my head at how immature these kids were. I hadn't played Marco Polo since middle school.
I watched them for a bit but was too far away to make out any details. I could tell she caught several people. Each time they wrestled a bit and when they separated Brooke was still it. I went to the smoker and added more wood when I heard a cacophony of male voices ring out from the pool. I looked over in alarm and saw Ella standing on the pool deck, her swimsuit bottoms in her hand, as she slowly spun around letting everyone get a good look. After several minutes, she dropped her bottoms on the side of the pool and put a blindfold over her eyes.
She jumped into the water and called out "Marco..."
I wondered why Ella was flaunting her nakedness like that, and I decided to pay more attention. I watched as Ella kept trying to catch someone and then she went underwater and a guy yelled "OHH FUCK! She got me." Ella popped up and handed him something dark-colored and the blindfold. The guy jumped out of the pool and I saw he was naked.
Now, I never thought of myself as small. I mean the average male member in the US is five and a half inches, I was almost seven myself, so I was not insecure about my size. This guy was fuckin' huge. He had to be over 6" long flaccid. This time the girls in the pool were catcalling as he posed and made himself twitch for them.
I guessed that instead of traditional Marco Polo rules, this was some kind of strip game. It had to strip the person, not just catch them. Now I understood why it took Brooke so long to catch someone. Then I figured out that when you became it, you had to let everyone get a good look at you. 'That explains Ella's little show,' I thought. I looked around the pool and saw Brooke standing the closest to this guy staring straight up at his dick. I couldn't be sure but I thought she was licking her lips as she stared at his cock.
Suddenly there was a huge splash next to Brooke as the guy jumped in the pool. As soon as he surfaced he yelled "Marco..." and lunged for my wife. I grabbed a chair to go sit by the pool and get a closer view of the game, and any naked coeds shaking their moneymakers.
As soon as I picked up the chair, a member of the household staff came up to me. "Sir, Miss Ella asked us to let you know she would like to serve the meal by one pm."
I looked at my watch and cursed under my breath. If they wanted the food to be ready by one, then I had to start cooking now. I reluctantly glanced over at the pool when and saw a buxom natural redhead climb out. Her fire bush on full display for the world to see.
Reluctantly, I turned to the grill and got it going. I pulled the food out of the coolers and began to cook. As I watched over the sizzling meats, I tried to keep track of who was it, but my pride in my cooking made me miss most of the game.
As I began to turn the meats to let them finish cooking, Brooke walked up to me, I could see she had a few drinks and was feeling good. I also noticed that her bikini was askew exposing her right nipple and part of her labia. She had a strange dreamy smile on her face and looked both guilty and happy. I was about to tell her to cover up, but before I could she started speaking.
"Honey, I need to tell you something...,"
"I saw what was going on. I'm okay if you showed yourself off," I told her.
She put her hand on my arm. "At first we just had to expose their genitals to make someone it, The person then had to get out of the pool and let us look at them for a minute. But as the game went on, instead of just pulling down the bathing suit, the rules changed."
"Changed how?" I asked nervously.
"Well if you caught a girl, you had to slip a finger, or tongue into her pussy. If you caught a guy, you had to get his penis in your mouth."
"Did you become 'IT' after the rules changed?" Not sure if I wanted her to answer, or what answer I wanted, all I knew was my dick was throbbing at the thought of one or more of these guys fingering my wife, or her taking one of the guys in her mouth.
"Well no, not really," she replied.
"What does 'not really'part of the mean?" I asked annoyed and more than a little aroused.
"Gary kept trying to catch me, and he was it several times. Every time he kept following me, and when he caught me, he tried to make me it but he never got inside me. He did feel my pussy, more than once. Some of the other guys got their hands inside my bottoms but not in me." she said with pride. "More than one tried to distract me by slipping their hand inside my top and playing with my tits. I hope you're not mad. It was just harmless fun."
I looked at my wife and felt a rush of love for her. I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me, crushing her partially exposed tits into my chest. I kissed her hard and drove my tongue into her mouth. As we kissed, I reached down and squeezed her ass. "As long as your having fun. I trust you. If things get too crazy, just shout my name and I'll come to your rescue." I told her.
"Thanks, babe, your the best." She kissed my cheek and started to walk away. She turned and walking backward she shouted to me, "I'll send you a drink." Then she turned around and ran back to her friends jumping into the arms of the guy with the big dick. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he caught her by the ass and laughed. He then jumped into the pool still holding my wife. They surfaced, still locked together and laughing, as someone yelled chicken fights.
I began to pull the cooked food allowing it to rest. I kept glancing over my shoulder as they began the chicken fights. Something about the fights was bothering me, but I couldn't put my finger on it, unlike Gary, whoever that was, and my wife's pussy. I chuckled at that thought and suddenly realized what was bothering me.
Unlike a normal chicken fight, the guys were standing facing away from each other, with the girls facing each other. So, the guy's faces were buried in the girl's crotches. Even from a distance, I could tell more than one guy was giving his rider a tongue lashing, like the one I was stopped from giving my wife this morning.
I tried to locate her in the pool but there were several fights I could see and more that I couldn't. I wasn't sure where she was. As I was scanning the crowd a servant walked over to me and handed me a beer.
"For future reference, I serve guests, not hired help. Don't expect another one unless that snooty bitch does more than let me cop a feel." He said and stormed off.
It took a second for me to realize that he was talking about my wife and that he thought I was part of the catering staff working today, not a guest. Fuck! I wasn't a guest I realized. Even the hostess didn't greet me or thank me for my help. She'd ignored me all day. Not a single guest except my wife had spoken to me, all day. I was hired help and wasn't even being paid. That pissed me off.
Only my professionalism stopped me from burning or dropping the food. That and my love for my wife, I didn't want to mess up the first chance she's had to go wild in over a year by leaving in a huff. Once the food was ready, I marched over to the pool to announce that the food was ready.
Before I got halfway there the same asshole servant grabbed my arm. "You are to stay in the outdoor kitchen."
I glared at him. "I was on my way to tell Ella and her OTHER guests that lunch is ready," I told him.
"I will let MISS Ella know. YOU stay in the outdoor kitchen," He said glaring at me.
Our eyes locked and I was seething with rage, but for the sake of Brooke, I swallowed my pride and anger and didn't knock him on his ass. I stormed back to the grill and began loading a plate with my wife's favorite foods.
"Madame lunch is ready." I heard him tell Ella. I watched as everyone got out of the pool and grabbed towels to dry off. I searched for Brooke and saw her getting out of the pool. She was bottomless and smiling. I could tell her legs were unsteady, as she wrapped her towel around her waist and walked over to me.
"Hey, hun. It all looks so yummy," she said kissing my cheek and giving me her brightest smile.
I smiled back, my anger retreating at seeing her beautiful face. "You may want to put on some sunscreen. Your face is turning red." I told her.
Her head dropped guilty and she whispered: "It wasn't the sun..."
"What?" I asked not sure I heard her correctly.
"It wasn't the sun," she said tentatively meeting my eyes but looking more guilty than before. "While we were having chicken fights, Ella almost fell off Mike. Somehow she saved herself but ended up facing backward. Then she knocked Cindy off Jerry. Ella claimed it was her lucky position and she was right. No one could beat her."
I hated that my dick was getting hard listening to my wife tell me about how wild her friends were getting and scared to hear how involved she was with the lewdness.
"Soon it was Gary and me vs Ella and Mike. I decided to fight fire with fire. I told Gary that I wanted to ride him like Ella. He agreed. As Ella and I struggled, Gary's nose was rubbing my clit. You know how sensitive I am down there, especially when I'm horny, and since we didn't finish this morning, I'm horny as fuck. At one point I almost fell off, and the strap for my bottoms broke and it fell off. Gary did what any guy would do and ate my pussy until I came."
I looked at her, not sure how to respond. She just admitted that one of her classmates ate her pussy to orgasm in front of several people.
"I did tell him to stop several times. But I had my thighs tight against his head so he couldn't hear me. He did apologize afterward, and I wanted to get here first and tell you. I hope you're not too mad. It was my fault. If I hadn't asked him to carry me that way..."
I took a deep breath and looked at her. I saw how happy she looked and realized she never really got to be a teenager. She was working full time and going to school since she was 14. I was only the second guy she dated, and we got married after knowing each other for five months. We were both virgins on our wedding night, now six years later and the wildest thing we've ever done was road head on the way back from our honeymoon.
I decided that whatever happened today was fine, as long as she went home with me. I was going to let her do whatever she wanted, with whoever she wanted. I kissed her and whispered, "If you're having fun, I'm happy. Enjoy yourself."
She kissed me, as I handed her the plate I made for her, then she squeezed my hand and walked away, sitting at the large picnic table. Soon the rest of the guests were making their way down the serving line. As their plates were loaded, they went to the picnic table and began to eat. I was too busy serving and answering questions and to be honest ogling Ella and her friends in their barely-there bikinis.
Once the other guests were eating and laughing, I began to stack my plate with food. As I was heading over to join the crowd, the plate was jerked from my hand.
"Hired help is not allowed to eat with the guests. Your lunch is in the staff kitchen. I believe it's tuna salad on rye today." The same domestic dickhead told me in a huff.
I was fed up with being treated like a servant and was about to go off on this wannabe Mr. Belvedere when Brooke and Ella dashed over to me.
"What's the problem, James?" Ella asked.
"This hireling," the word was dripping with venomous disdain, "keeps violating the terms of his contract."
"This award-winning chef is both a guest and a friend. He's Brooke's husband and did me a favor after the caterer canceled. I think you owe him an apology."
The look on James's face was priceless. I snatched my food from him, and smugly told him "Now hireling, go get me a beer!"
He angrily spun on his heel and walked away. Brooke went back to the table to finish her meal. Ella grabbed my hand. I hope you join in the festivities now that you saved my ass."
I looked at her in surprise. "You're talking English not twitter. What happened?"
She laughed heartily. "I started doing it as a joke, and it pissed off my folks. So I kept doing it when they were being assholes. Now it just slips out sometimes."
I laughed with her, and we headed over to the group. Ella began to make introductions. I'm horrible with names, I only learned the sexy firebush was Cindy, and the guy I thought of as big cock was more commonly known as Gary. Once I had shaken everyone's hand and hugged more than one almost naked girl, I went to sit next to Brooke. I was a bit irked that she was sitting on Gary's lap and there were no seats anywhere near her, or anywhere else for that matter.
I stepped closer to her and realized her towel had fallen off, and her bare ass was centered over that billy club he had in his pants. I stood close to her, precariously balancing my plate in one hand and trying to cut my food and eat with the other. It wasn't working that well. I was concentrating on not turning my lunch into lawn food, so it took some time for me to realize that Brooke was grinding her naked ass on Gary's cock.
I couldn't tell if he was inside her or not. She wasn't bouncing, just grinding herself on it. Everyone was talking and laughing about their shared experiences at college, telling inside jokes, and reminiscing about their professors and classmates. So even though I was with the group I still wasn't part of it.
Brooke wasn't saying much and not reacting to the jokes and stories. I wasn't even sure that she knew I was standing only a few feet away from her. I ate and watched. I could tell she was getting close to coming. Her breasts were heaving and her face was getting flushed. Several others noticed too and were watching her. Gary was sitting there with a goofy smile on his face, occasionally sipping his beer. Otherwise, he wasn't moving.
Suddenly her arms shot out and she grabbed the sides of the table, the head hung down and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body quivered in pleasure, and from my vantage point, I could see rivulets of girl cum running down Gary's leg. I damn near came in my pants watching my wife cum in front of all her friends.
When her orgasm ended, she collapsed back into Gary's lap and his arm circled her waist, his hand resting on her breast. He looked over at me and winked as his hand squeezed her tit. I smiled and nodded at him, not sure if I wanted to know whether or not his cock was in my wife's pussy.
I finished eating and had James bring me several more beers. I was feeling buzzed. Everyone was still enjoying their conversation, but the beers were getting to me and I felt sleepy. I went over to one of the lounge chairs by the pool and lay down. Within minutes I was asleep.
When I woke up it was noticeably later in the day, it was cooler, and the shadows had grown longer. Everyone was back in the pool playing volleyball. There were two piles of wet clothes, one on each side of the net. I continued to feign sleep so I could see what was going on. As I watched, Brooke served the ball, and Ella tried to return it but sent it flying out of bounds. Brooke's team cheered, as Ella cursed. She climbed out of the pool and started dancing, as I watched she did a sexy bump and grind and slide her bottoms off. She added them to the pile on the other team's side of the net and jumped back in.
Brooke served again, this time to a guy who easily hit it over the net. Cindy set it and another guy spiked it. No one on Ella's team was even close enough to try to return it. The guy who spiked it pointed to Ella who flipped him the bird. Ella climbed out again and did another bump and grind this time removing her top and adding it to the same pile.
Once she was naked, she jumped back in and Brooke served again. Cindy launched herself and returned the ball to Brooke so hard, that Brooke just dove out of the way. The ball landed inbound, barely. Everyone laughed and cheered as Brooke nervously glanced at me. I let out a few snores and awkwardly rubbed my nose to make her believe I was still asleep.
Brooke climbed out of the pool letting me see she was nude. She sat on the side of the pool and everyone gathered around her as she spread her legs wide open and began to rub her pussy. She was moaning and approaching orgasm when Cindy yelled: "Times up!"
"New rule," Ella yelled. Everyone looked at her. "From now on, whoever wins a point gets to personally strip the loser. If the loser is naked, the winner gets to dare the loser to do something. Any objections?" Everyone looked around, but no one said anything. Brooke was about to jump back in the pool I sat up stretched and yawned. She spun around and used her arms to hide her naked body.
I looked at her and pretended to be confused. "Brooke, are...are you...na...NAKED?" I asked. Everyone in the pool sucked in their breath and spun around. They formed groups and I could hear murmuring from them. I smiled inwardly and considered how I should play this.
She came over to me and sat on the lounge chair. She grabbed a nearby towel and put it over herself like a blanket. "Well after lunch you were asleep. We started to play we found we were having trouble keeping score. We decided that each time a team lost a point someone would lose a piece of clothing the first team naked loses. After the first game, we decided that the person that fucked up would be the one to lose a piece of clothing, and if no one fucked up, then the person who hit the ball choose someone to lose some clothing. The second game lasted too long. We were losing. I was the only one with something on. My team decided I wouldn't get near the ball, so the rules were modified so that if the person that failed to return the ball was nude they had to masturbate for one minute. Soon we lost. This game is the tiebreaker. There is only one piece of clothing left on each team. We can win this baby, especially if you cheer us on. You know how competitive I am."
I look at her and say "So you're completely naked in front of your classmates and just let them watch you masturbate, but you cover yourself when you sit with your husband. Are you ashamed of your body?" I asked her loudly and watched as her friends turned to look at us.
She looked at me strangely, and realization dawned in her eyes. I knew how competitive she was and she would always rise to a challenge. My accusation cut her to the quick. She smiled at me and pulled the towel off her body. She stood up and bent over to kiss me, I knew she was doing this to show her ass and pussy to her classmates. When she broke the kiss, I whispered I watched you grind on Gary. I saw you cum all over his cock. I know you want to fuck him." she looked at me in surprise, as I said louder, "go kick their asses baby." and swatted her hard on the ass leaving a handprint.
The girls were smiling at me, and the guys were glancing at each other, trying to figure out if I was ignorant or apathetic to what was going on. I got up and went to sit by the side of the pool and watched the game. Now that I was there watching, everyone put on there game face and play intensified compared to the little I saw earlier. Several girls and at least one guy had to get out and masturbate, no one was willing to risk more for fear when it was their turn they would be subject to worse. Soon it was down to one to one.
The volley had lasted for several minutes when Brooke went up for the spike. Cindy jumped up to block. The ball rolled down the net and landed in the water. Cindy only had her top left. If she stripped her team lost, otherwise Cindy would get to challenge my wife. The two teams were argued about who lost the point. I was the only one who had a vantage point to see who lost, so my devious mind came up with a plan.
Loudly I said "I know what happened." everyone turned to look at me. I smiled serenely. "
"How can we trust you?" Ella asked. "You won't go against your wife."
"Well, here's how I see it. My wife's been ignoring me all day to act like a slut with all of you." I said this with a smile on my face. "The way I see it, if both teams agree to let me be the judge, either I get to see Cindy naked, up close and personal, and I do have a thing for redheads," I leered at her. "OR..." I paused and everyone unconsciously took a step closer to me. "Cindy can, without fear of reprisal, get my wife to do anything she wants her too. The way I see it, once Cindy loses her team loses so she won't have to risk being humiliated by anyone. Both options have their appeal."
Both teams huddled up and discussed my offer. My wife's team agreed, but Cindy was refusing. I wasn't sure why she was holding out. But soon she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation and said: "Fine, whatever."
"Cindy, Brooke please join me," I said standing up. And walking over the lounge chair I had snoozed on. I watched as they walked toward me their wet tits jiggling with every step they took. It was enough to make me consider putting a pool in my house.
"So before I rule, I want to know...Cindy what will you make my wife do if she loses the point?"
"That's not fair!" Brooke hissed at me. "If it's something you like, you'll choose her."
"I think after your little tryst with Gary during lunch, you shouldn't be telling me what's fair," I reply. Brooke opens and closes her mouth several times but doesn't say anything.
Cindy thinks for a moment and says, "Probably just make her masturbate to orgasm."
I nod my head and say "I was hoping for something more imaginative, that would make her nervous. Oh well, Brooke check your texts."
Brooke grabs her phone from her day pack and shows it to Cindy. Fuck we lost Cindy tells her team. Brooke jumps into the pool and wraps her arms around Gary and kisses him like a soldier who had just returned from war. Cindy sits down and I call out. "Wait. Everyone stops and looks at me. I believe Cindy owes us a piece of clothing.
Everyone starts catcalling Cindy and chants of "take it off" grow in both volume and speed until she stands up and begins to sway her hips and run her hands over her tits. After several minutes she shimmied out of her bottoms revealing that beautiful firebush to my naked eyes.
We all began to cheer and clap for her when a blast of lightning struck a tree only a few yards away. The girls screamed in terror and the guys froze in fear. "Get out of the pool," I screamed as I scooped up Cindy in my arms and started running for the pool house. I deposited her inside and ran back to help get everyone else inside. To their credit, the guys were pulling the last of the girls out of the pool and the girls already out were heading to the pool house, not stopping to grab anything. I went back to the pool house and held the door open as everyone ran in. As Gary ran in, I looked toward the pool and didn't see anyone else so I pulled the door closed and saw that everyone but Gary and I were naked.
Since I still had my phone, I looked up the weather and saw a major thunderstorm with tornado warnings was rolling in. Between the clouds and the sun going down the temperature dropped fast, and everyone in the poolhouse was wet and naked and getting chilly.
Ella started handing out towels so people could dry off as I built a fire in the fireplace to take the chill out of the air. Once the fire was going, and everyone was wrapped in a towel, Ella opened the wet bar and started pouring drinks. I took the drinks and started passing them around and soon the shock wore off and people were talking. We were all sitting on the floor close to the fire sipping our drinks.
"So what should we do now," Cindy asked.
"We could play truth or dare," Ella suggested.
"Everyone except Gary is already naked, so not much of a point to it," Brooke said.
A few more ideas were suggested but nothing appealed to the group. Getting fed up with their failure to reach a consensus, Brooke looked at Ella and said loudly "truth or dare?"
Ella shrugged her shoulders "truth."
Of everyone here, who haven't you fucked?
Ella looked around the room at each person and then back at Brooke. "You, and your husband."
My eyebrows achieved escape velocity with that answer, as Brooke laughed and said, "you slut."
Ella smiled and replied, "Takes one to know one." She looked at Cindy "truth or dare?"
"Fuck it, dare me, bitch."
Give every one of our guy friends here a lap dance. They can do whatever they want as long as their dick is covered.
Cindy tossed her towel aside and moved over to her first victim. Ella turned on some hard rock music and Cindy moved like a pro, one song per guy as the guys fingered her and played with her tits. She sat down without dancing for me. "Wait a minute, what about me?"
Cindy looked at me and said, "The dare specified friends. I've never met you before today, and we've barely spoken to each other. Not that I dislike you, but we're not friends."
Everyone laughed at me and I was somewhat pissed. I had been letting these assholes look at grope and finger my wife all day, and the first bitch that should rub herself against me bails on a shitty technicality. I let it go so no one would think I was a whiny punk. 'I will get you my pretty, and your little firebush too,' I thought to myself.
Cindy looked at Brooke "Truth or dare?"
Brooke looked over at me nervously. "Tru...truth" she said timidly.
"At lunch," everyone including me knew what the question was. I wasn't sure I wanted to know for sure, but I leaned forward and my cock started to swell, "when you were sitting on Gary's lap, were you guys dry humping or fucking?"
Brooke looked at me and I gave her a slight nod. "Well there was nothing dry about it, but there wasn't any penetration," she said I was shocked when a feeling of disappointment washed over me. I couldn't believe I wanted to watch my wife get fucked by another guy in front of her friends.
The game continued and somehow no one ever asked me anything. Fairly quickly the towels had been discarded, either through a dare or because this close to the fire, it was pretty warm. The storm outside had died down significantly and most of the group left. Cindy, Ella, and Brooke were the only females left. For guys there was me of course, Gary sitting next to Brooke a guy I thought of as dude whose turn it was...
"Dude, truth or dare?" he said looking at the guy I thought of as bro.
"Dare me, Bro."
"Dude get a stick from the fire and burn off some of that jungle from around your vine."
"Not cool bro," he said but he got a thin but long branch and stuck it in the fire and used the flame to burn down the mass of pubic hair around his member. Despite the copious amounts of booze bro had thrown down, he didn't burn himself and the impromptu manscaping did reduce his wild jungle to a forest. However, the smell was horrible.
"truth or dare bro?" he asked Ella
"dare."
"I dare you to make this room smell better, bro." we all started to laugh.
Ella stood up and went onto the bathroom and came out with a can of air freshener. She sprayed it around the room until the smell of burnt pubic hair was gone. Putting the can down, she looked around the room.
Ella looks at the group and focuses on my wife, "Truth or dare?"
Brooke looks up at me and with great trepidation says, "dare...,"
"I dare...you...to...kiss...your favorite EXPOSED cock in this room." She says looking at me, the only one with any clothes on.
My cock went from laying in a hammock with a drink, to a boot camp recruit seeing a general in a millisecond. I gasped in pain, and I think I lost consciousness momentarily as every molecule of blood in my body flooded into my cock.
Brooke looked at me and looking a little uncertain, but with a determination in her eye. There was no way she was going to back down when challenged. I shrugged my shoulders and she shifted so she was laying on the floor, her head in Gary's lap.
His head rolled back and he moaned as she started do move her head like a pigeon walking down the street. Her legs were pointed at me, and slightly separated and I could see she was more than a little wet. I reached down and shifted my cock to a slightly less painful position.
Brooke lifted her head and looked at Cindy, "Truth or dare," as she at up I saw drool on her chin, and Gary's cock was glistening in the firelight.
"Dare," Cindy says challenging my wife.
"I dare you to strip my husband," Brooke says.
'Finally, I thought. I get to join in the fun.'
Cindy stood up and walked over to me, and pulled off my shirt, then helped me to my feet and pulled my shorts down. It was the single more unerotic undressing by a naked female I had ever experienced. I had gotten more erotic vibes when I stripped for a medical exam.
Without a word, Cindy returned to her place and looked at Brooke, "Truth or Dare?"
Brooke looked at my engorged cock and licked her lips, "DARE!"
Cindy smiles evilly, "Sit on your husband's lap, but don't let his wee-wee..."
At those words, my dick swelled a bit, but I felt humiliated. 'Why the fuck was Cindy such a bitch to me,' I wondered.
"...touch you. Then take Gary's cock in your left hand, Dudes in your right and Bros in your mouth. Try to make them cum, they switch positions every 30 seconds until one of them shoots his load.
Everyone grew quiet, this was beyond the pale, I was about to tell Brooke absolutely not when Cindy gave me a look, and something in her eyes made me keep quiet.
Brooke stood up and perched her naked ass on my knees well away from my incredibly painfully erect cock. Her skin felt burning hot to my bare flesh and I moaned in pleasure.
As she sat there we were surrounded by naked men and Brooke grabbed the two cocks and took the third in her mouth and began to entice cum from their balls.
I thought I was erect before, but now holy shit. I watched my cock visibly grow several inches as I heard the guys moan in pleasure from my wife servicing them.
I couldn't believe what was going on. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. It was insane, how hot this was making me.
I'm guessing that dude and bro had felt the same way because the guys had only changed positions three times so they were all back to where they started when I heard Bro, "Fuck I'm cumming, and he blasted his load on Brooke's chest.
The sight must have been too much for dude who was in her mouth because I saw him tense up and Brooke pulled him out of her mouth and let him spray his seed on her chest. My dick was so fucking hard it was vibrating
"I need to get fucked and now," Brooke announced to the room.
Before I could suggest we go home and do just that, Gary dropped to his knees and pushed her, and my legs apart and shoved his cock into her. Brooke screamed in orgasm as I heard how wet she was as he began drilling her.
Brooke leaned back against me and looking down her nude form I could see a load of cum on each tit, coating her nipples. I let my eyes slide down her body and my eyes fixated on the union of Gary and Brooke. I watched as he pummeled her with his large cock making her body lurch and tits shimmy with each thrust.
I had no idea what to do so I just sat there and watched as this well endowed young stud fucked my wife hard and fast and listened to her moans and gasps with each thrust. I watched her leg muscles grow tight and her hips started to thrust meeting him.
My head was about to explode, both heads, actually., as I just watched him fuck my wife's pussy I could see beads of sweat forming on both bodies as I just sat there watching.
Brooke shuddered in orgasm, and I saw Gary's face muscles tighten as he fought off his impending explosion. "I'm...going...to...cum...," he gasped, as he thrust into her one final time and grabbed her hips forcing their genitals to mash together and he howled in pleasure as his balls launched his spore into my wife's waiting womb.
Brooke just lay there on my body as Gary grew soft and plopped out of her letting his overflow leak out and run down her legs.
"That was the best fuck ever," Brooke murmured just loud enough for everyone to hear, which was all it took for me to finally explode all over her back.hat was just the first of our many adventures. Maybe one day I'll share some of them with you.
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