Susie padded down the shag-carpeted stairs in bare feet and a spaghetti-strapped silk slip whose hem played at the very tops of her thighs. She could already feel the warm sun coming in through the patio door and the full length windows facing the pool deck and yard.
The heat accelerated the glow between her thighs and across her derriere. She poured herself a cup of coffee and as she lifted it to her lips she felt her rigid nipple graze her forearm. Mmm, it was going to be a good morning. She wandered across the salon to the ceiling-to-floor one-way window that overlooked the pool and sipped slowly at her au lait. When she saw Sean come out of the pool house, she couldn’t resist letting a little burble of au lait escape past her lips, down her chin, and onto her petulantly waiting breasts. The warmth heightened all of her other sensual sensations, so she decided to sit down and cross her legs to try to contain the moisture welling from her labia. As she sat, the hem of her slip draped behind the seat, and she felt her bare cheeks sink onto the plush cushion as the cushion, in turn, nuzzled the lower end of her vulva.
Susie sat down her coffee on the smoke glass table beside her and ran her fingers across the firm, shapely flesh beneath her slip: the flat abs, the perfect maidenly breasts with upturned nipples, the freshly waxed flesh between her thighs. She picked up her current copy of Playgirl and thumbed through it as she ran her fingers up her thighs, from her knees to her now sopping vagina. As she looked at the models inside, she looked up to compare them with Sean outside — and continued to thrum her vulva inside and out, up and down. Sean was wearing the outfit she’d left for him in the pool house. Her mini-skirt half-slip was slung low on his hips but still barely covered his muscular ass cheeks. As he pushed and pulled the pool brush his pecks and deltoids popped, as did his gluts. He was beginning to sweat already, in the early morning glow of summer, and the slip glued itself to his moist gluts, which Susie watched as they worked in rhythm with his sweeping. Then Sean stopped to empty the first skimmer basket, kneeling on all fours with his back to her.
There it was! The pink satin sock that Susie had left for him to wear was holding his package tightly as it dangled between his legs.
Between his tiny, tight ass cheeks his anus puckered and beckoned.
Susie reached over to the table for the vibrator she planned to bury in that hole later and plunged it into her pussy. It slid easily into her drenched vagina, and she flicked the power to maximum as Sean stood and dove into the pool. As he hit the surface, his slip was skimmed right off his butt, legs, and feet. When he resurfaced, he swam to the edge and hoisted himself out, revealing the pink sock still in place but plastered transparently to his now-swelling cock.
Susie shuddered with her first orgasm and clenched her legs so tight they were nearly braided.
Meanwhile, outside, Sean was shaking and wringing the water out of his hair as he stood facing her, and his cock continued to grow and threatened to escape the silk sock. It was time for Susie to administer some hands-on employee management. She slid the patio door back and strode across the deck with the vibrator in hand, as Sean smiled widely at her. She walked all the way up to him, waving the dildo like a teacher’s wand, until she was up against him, his growing hard-on pressed against her belly button and its jewelry, her nipple rings against his rib cage.
“Here, Sean. Suck it.”
Without hesitation, he parted his lips as she slid the massive vibe into his mouth and down his throat. His lips clung to the shaft tightly as it slid past them on its way in and out. He could feel it jostling his tonsils as he breathed through his nose. It certainly did taste good.
“Just keep it right there.”
She flicked the vibe on, which raised the challenge of keeping it in place, and also finished the job of popping the sock off of his maxed out hard-on. As it did, Susie slid down to catch the sock in one hand and the cock in the other, before flicking her tongue around the head and across the pee hole. With the sock over two of her fingers, she slid it into his puckered asshole as she slid her mouth and throat over his throbbing shaft. The gobs she felt caroming across her mouth and down her throat didn’t stop for several seconds. Even with his airway blocked, Sean’s orgasmic moans could be heard in the neighbor’s backyard.
Norma clambered up on the picnic table she had placed as an observation stand next to the fence, rested her elbows and her massive tanned breasts on the fence top, and smiled widely.
“Hey, Susie, can you spare your pool boy later?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Susie replied jauntily, “No, but I’ll share him right now.”
With that as her cue, Norma hoisted herself to the top of the fence, threw one leg and then the other over, and sat there with her legs spread wide. Sean observed that she was a very natural woman, with all of her hair everywhere — and, surprisingly to him, that sight instantly restored his flagging phallus. Norma smiled widely at that sight and said, “Hey, I’m Wanda. I bet you could do a pull-up and eat me right here, huh?” Sean had already taken a step toward doing so when he thought to look to Susie for permission. She smiled, winked, and slapped his ass so hard it could have been heard in Norma’s yard if she was still there. “Go ahead, you big lug.
I’ll be right behind you.” She winked and waved the vibe at him with a smile.
Sean didn’t really have to scale the fence to place his mouth on Norma’s furry mound and flick his tongue through the grove to her clit. But he did, just to flex those leg and ass muscles for his own fitness and for Susie’s titillation. Titillated she was, especially as she sucked the last of her cum and Sean’s saliva off the dildo, flipped its switch to low, and drove it steadily into his swell-stretched asshole. Meanwhile, Sean had placed his hand in Norma’s armpits and lifted her thighs onto his shoulders as he continued to eat her pussy with fervor. Her own fervor was such that, with her eyes closed and her fingers clutching his hair, she didn’t notice as he walked across the deck and down the stairs into the pool.
Not until her ass cheeks hit the refreshing chill of the water and he replaced his mouth on her pussy with three fingers in it and his tongue on her clit with his dexterous thumb. Within minutes, she was moaning, “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Sean brought her back to her feet in the shallow end and spread his legs until he was face to face with her for a deep, long French kiss while clenching her ass cheeks. He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to say, “I think we’re forgetting our hostess. Let’s make this special for her. Come on.” Norma followed Sean’s gaze to see Susie lying on her back on the diving board, feet dangling and pussy perched at the very end. Then she watched Sean swim off toward Susie … and followed him. When they were both treading water below her, Sean said, “Okay, I’ll stand on the bottom long enough for you to stand on my shoulders and grab the board. Then you pull yourself up and eat her out.”
“Talk about Mission Impossible. What are you going to be doing? “Sean bent backward and reached between his ass cheeks. “I’m going to turn this bad boy up to 11 and watch.”