The humid air hit me like a wall as I stepped out of the cab, the scent of summer—fresh-cut grass and chlorine—filling my lungs. Two weeks away on a business trip, and I was finally home. Three days early, to be exact. A wicked grin spread across my face. Kelley was going to be so surprised. I pictured her face lighting up, her arms wrapping around me, the soft press of her lips. The thought alone was enough to stir the familiar longing in my chest.
As I pulled my suitcase from the trunk, I noticed a familiar car in the driveway—Julie’s. Good. That meant Kelley had company. With any luck, they’d be lounging by the pool, and I’d get a sneak peek at my beautiful wife and her equally gorgeous friend before I announced my presence.
I parked the car on the street and made my way inside. A wave of cool air from the A/C hit me, instantly fogging up my sunglasses. “Kelley?” I called out, but only silence answered. They had to be outside. It was a perfect summer afternoon, just after two. I walked into the kitchen, noticing the telltale signs of a good time: a blender, a bottle of tequila, and some margarita mix on the counter. Giddy and sun-kissed, I thought. I smiled to myself, already anticipating the sight that awaited me.
Creeping toward the sliding glass door that led to the pool deck, I stopped dead in my tracks. My breath hitched. Lying on deck chairs, their bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sunblock, were my lovely wife and her stunning friend, both topless. They were positioned near the sliding door that led to our bedroom, and I quickly ducked inside, easing toward the window. My heart hammered in my chest. Through the vertical blinds, I peered out, my gaze taking in the magnificent sight.
Two sets of breasts, no more than five feet from my view. Kelley’s, a perfect 36C, with her light blond hair and pale nipples. Julie’s, equally breathtaking, with her dark hair and deep, dark areolas. The contrast was intoxicating. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My cock, a lazy serpent a moment ago, began to stir, growing heavy and thick as I took in the two women. My mind raced, imagining what lay beneath Julie’s bikini bottoms. Was she trimmed? Shaved? My fantasies spun into a hot, dizzying blur, and my hand instinctively dropped to my trousers, stroking my hardening cock.
A few minutes passed in a haze of lust. Suddenly, I recoiled from the blinds, my body freezing. Both women had bolted upright, their eyes fixed on the fence gate. I heard Kelley’s voice: “One minute, please!” My heart pounded against my ribs. They quickly pulled on their bikini tops just as the pool service man—a boy of about twenty, dressed in flip-flops and swim trunks—entered their view. I wondered how long he had been watching them, enjoying the same view I had.
I watched, a little jealous, as Kelley and Julie picked up their margarita pitcher and headed toward the house. I was trying to figure out what I would say when they found me, when I heard them giggling in the kitchen.
“Did you see his face?” Julie whispered, a laugh bubbling up. “I thought he was going to explode after you yelled at him.”
“He’s so cute,” Kelley replied, her voice soft and playful. “I wonder how long he was watching us?”
“Must’ve been for a while. Did you notice the bulge in his shorts?”
“Julie!” Kelley exclaimed, her voice full of mock outrage. “You’re a married woman!”
“And a tipsy, extremely horny one, just like you!” Julie shot back. “Let’s have some fun. Tease him a little.”
The blender whirred to life, drowning out the rest of their conversation. My pulse quickened. They were teasing the pool boy. A wave of both jealousy and excitement washed over me. I quickly retreated to the bedroom and cracked open the sliding door an inch, just enough to hear what was going on. I was sporting a throbbing hard-on, consumed by a thrilling mix of anticipation and a fierce, possessive desire to watch my wife flirt.
They returned to their chairs, a fresh pitcher of margaritas in hand, mischief dancing in their eyes. They whispered and giggled as they settled in, their chairs now angled toward me. I could smell the sweet coconut scent of their suntan oil. With another shared look, both women untied their bikini tops and flung them aside. My stomach flipped. Their nipples, now hard and erect, were on full display. Kelley’s, thick and stubby, and Julie’s, a good half-inch in length. My shaft throbbed, a bead of precum staining my pants as I continued to stroke my cock. The pool boy, oblivious to my presence, was struggling to focus on his work, stealing glances at the two vixens as they rubbed oil onto their chests and arms.
I watched him, almost laughing aloud as he slipped, nearly falling into the pool. Julie then picked up the oil and called him over, gesturing for him to come closer. He walked over, his eyes wide and nervous, his shorts straining against a definite bulge.
“No, silly,” Julie said with a playful smile. “We think you’ve been working too hard. You need to take a break, soak up some sun, and have a frozen drink.”
He stammered a protest, but she insisted, and he finally sat in the chair she had pulled up next to hers. My wife poured lotion onto his tanned stomach while Julie oiled his calves. I felt a surreal sense of wonder as I watched them, each woman obviously enjoying the game. Kelley, her 36C tits swaying just inches from his face, began to work her hands from his chest and arms, her fingers inching closer to the waistband of his trunks. At the same time, Julie’s hands crept up his thighs, her dark nipples slick with oil, brushing against his legs as she massaged his body.
The pool boy was in heaven, lying back with a margarita in hand, his arousal no longer hidden by his thin trunks. Julie’s hands were now under the fabric, and I watched, my mind reeling, as her fingers massaged his balls and cock. Kelley pushed her tits into his face, almost daring him to suck them. My breath caught in my throat. Surely they wouldn’t go any further?
“Okay, all done,” Kelley announced, pulling back. Julie sat up, releasing her hand from his crotch. A small sigh of relief escaped my lips as Kelley picked up the pitcher and said it was time for another round. They walked into the house, and I snickered as the poor boy watched two topless beauties walk away. He began to stroke his cock, his eyes glued to their swaying asses as they disappeared inside.
“Jesus, Kelley, his cock is as thick as my arm!” I heard Julie exclaim. “I’ve got to see it!”
“I’m so turned on,” Kelley replied, her voice thick with desire. “I’m soaking wet! One more pitcher of these and I don’t know what I might do!”
My mind raced, the sound of the blender muffling their voices. I watched as they walked back to their chairs, their breasts bouncing with each step. Kelley sat on the edge of his chair, and Julie took her spot at the end, refilling his drink. Julie began rubbing his thighs again, while my wife stood behind him, leaning over his face and massaging his chest and stomach once more.
The boy was no longer bashful. He began sucking on Kelley’s nipple while pinching the other. Julie must have grabbed his cock with her slick hands, her eyes widening as she mouthed something to Kelley. I watched, fascinated, as her hands moved back and forth over his crotch. “Damn, Kelley, you have got to get a feel of this,” Julie insisted. My legs began to shake. Kelley rolled down his shorts, revealing a thick, brown cock. “Oh, shit,” Kelley exclaimed. My jaw dropped.
Both women giggled nervously, then began stroking him, one hand on top of the other, the oil glistening on his shaft. Kelley squirted a fresh glob of oil onto him as both girls worked him, and he began alternating between her tits. I thought they were just going to jack him off, but I was wrong. My wife reached down, removed her bottoms, and straddled the chair, exposing her wet slit to the pool boy. She leaned forward, sucking the tip of his cock into her mouth while Julie continued to jack him off. My mind screamed. They were going to fuck him.
I was in a state of numb petrification as my wife began licking his massive cock. He, in turn, began to lick her cunt, his hips bucking. Julie, her own pussy wet and ready, straddled the chair, lowering herself onto his throbbing dick. I watched, my own cock aching, as her pussy slowly engulfed him. As the head made its way in, she looked up at Kelley and mouthed “Oh, fuck.”
Kelley, her own orgasm building, began grinding her ass onto the boy’s face as she watched Julie take him. Kelley’s hips began a frenzied motion, her loud moans confirming she was about to come. As she finished, Julie began to get pounded, her head thrown back, her moans echoing in the afternoon air. My balls ached and heaved. I watched as my wife got behind Julie and began licking his shaft, allowing him access to Julie’s pussy. My own orgasm exploded onto the blinds as I watched my wife grab his cock and begin sucking him like a slut in heat. Rivers of my own cum streamed from my cock as I watched her suck him clean.
He thanked the girls, pulled his trunks on over his still-wet cock, and began to leave. “We’re having a little get-together tonight,” Julie said, stopping him. “If you’re not doing anything, you should come by.”
He asked if he could bring a roommate, and Julie’s “hell yes” sent them both into fits of giggles. As I pulled my pants back up, I wondered how I would be able to watch tonight’s party—and if I even wanted to. The throbbing hardness of my cock gave me my answer. I knew I had to find a motel, come up with a plan, and get a better view.
