“Sam, you look great too. The evening’s okay with you, for, you know, both me and for Mary?”
“Yeah, I’ve hoped something like this might work out and so has Mary so if we’re all adults and discreet, why not?”
By then, they were in the kitchen and she busied herself with the flowers while he found the wine opener and filled the glasses. While they fussed, she asked him, “Where are your swim trunks, we still use ’em here?”
“I came prepared, got ’em on beneath these slacks. I’m ready to get a swim in and cool off, make me a little less nervous too. How about you?”
“Honestly, I was nervous waiting but now that you’re here I’m fine and I think we ought to get going on the pool and the food and wine for starters if that’s okay. Why don’t you roll the serving table out by the pool and let’s take a dip then. It will be nice to have some shrimp and wine while we cool ourselves in the pool and talk, uh, talk first.”
“Okay, I’ve got it. Sounds like a pleasant evening all the way around. I told Mary I’d leave here around eleven thirty or so just so you know.” She was started out the door and answered that it was fine with a small hand wave.
He let her go first and enjoyed the flowing movement of the bottom of her hips as they moved each time she picked up or put down one of her bare feet. He knew he was going to have trouble getting his slacks over the bump his mind was beginning to form beneath his suit. He rolled the cart to a stop near the edge of the pool coping, sipped his wine and then served some shrimp on a plate for her and another for himself as she got ready for the pool by easily sliding her cover-up over her shoulders revealing her pink suit and tan skin.
“How long have we know one another, Helen?”
“Maybe eight years, why?”
“This is the first time I can tell you that you are gorgeous and not feel one bit guilty about the thoughts I’ve always had and am having right now.”
It was hard for her not to grin as she looked back at him, shot her right leg out and cocked her hip like a twenty five year old model before answering, “Well, big fella, I’d say you’re going to have a certain amount of trouble getting those slacks off.” She wasn’t being coy when she teased him with, “Want me to turn and look the other way?”
He was very relaxed as he answered, “Nope, I want you to guess at what dessert is going to be and you might as well start getting comfortable with it now!”
His drink sat on the pool edge after he knelt to put it there then peeled his shirt off his torso. He then turned to face her with his hands on his belt buckle and zipper. She was obviously holding her breath and he guessed she could hear the metal buckle as it opened and hear the zipper as it slid down and his fly opened. With no embarrassment at all, he grabbed the waistband on each side of his waist and slid the slacks off, showing her a nylon suit that wasn’t skin-tight but wasn’t loose either. He did something then she’d never seen anyone but Matt do before as he casually reached to his front and brushed his hand over his obvious bulge, moving it to the side of his suit, getting the half hardness comfortable then laughing at her focus.
“Helen, you can blink now,” was all he said as he dove over her head and touched the deep end of the pool.
She ducked under and cooled herself off with a quick lap ending back where they both began, arms hanging over the coping, wine glasses and shrimp right there. It seemed perfectly normal to both of them as they stood there shoulder deep in the water. The ice was broken and the old friends spent the next twenty minutes in pleasant conversation enjoying the pool’s temperatures and the cold firmness of the shrimp and sauce. When the plate emptied itself and the last shrimp tail was in the pile he reached over to her lips with his fingers and touched them, gently brushing a stray bit of red shrimp sauce from her lips onto his fingers. He never looked away from her eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and slowly sucked the sauce off his first finger, leaving the rest of the sauce on the long finger next to it.
She followed every single motion like her life depended on it, knowing it was a beginning, the real Act I of tonight’s play. Her look was direct and her own lips opened slightly as she felt him suck the sauce into his mouth. It was her feet that automatically moved towards him until her hip touched his. Without words, she reached for his hand and pulled it down to her own mouth and guided the next finger, the longest one, between her teeth where she closed her cool lips over it. At first, her eyes were open and then they closed as her lips sucked around his finger and she began to savor more than the sauce, the intimacy of sucking this man’s finger as romantic as any allegory you could imagine. His hip suddenly felt warm to her and her chest moaned a little moan over his finger, realizing they were about to have dessert.
It was less than thirty seconds but it was long enough for him to know and pull his hand and fingers back, slide it just beneath the surface of the pool and slip it from the top across her right breast. His fingers and palm moved the pink bikini cup aside and completely held the swell of her breast. Unconsciously, her own hand moved and slid beneath the legs of his trunks until her fingers found what they sought and she moaned, fingers wrapping around the rigid shaft after caressing both of his balls and pushing up against his bottom. Their kiss started somewhere in the middle of all this until they were nearly panting from lack of breath when they broke the hungry kiss. He squeezed her breast and rubbed her large nipple, causing her to shiver with her legs and her spine and grip his cock involuntarily with her short fingers.
She stepped away, not letting go, and said, “Sam, not here. Let’s go into the bedroom, okay?”
“Sure, only let me take your top off and caress your breasts with my lips first while we’re here. I’m so ready it has to be.”
“Agreed. Hurry up though because I want you sitting on the pool and I’m going to put this cock in my mouth first.”
Both his hands were on her breasts and the two stepped into shallower water where he could see them above the surface and suck them between his lips. Before he did, he reached for the cold bottle of white wine and dripped wine over each of them then suckled the left then the right nipple, hands moving and massaging them with each sound she made. She let him have five long minutes of kissing her tits and neck until she couldn’t stand it anymore and whispered in his ear. “My turn, Sam.” and slipped both her hands beneath his suit’s waistband and slid them off to reveal a cock about the same size as Matt’s but maybe thinner with a lot of loose uncircumcised skin near the end.
He scooted up to the pool coping, legs still in the water and watched as Helen moved between them, grasped the big and very full cock with her left hand and licked it. Once, twice, then kissed the seam beneath it and slid her hand up the shaft then down, following the obvious curve that made it dive two inches to the left from the base of the shaft to the head. This was new to Helen since Matt’s just got hard and straight and pointed nearly straight up and out. If they hadn’t been in the pool, you might have thought she was drooling as she looked, touched and finally slipped her lips over the head and began rhythmically to move towards and away from him, cupping his hanging balls in her own left hand. He put his hands on her shoulders at first, cupped her tits then finally leaned back and put them straight back on the pool deck as she shivered, whimpered and squeezed her legs together gurgling and yelling with her mouth still full as she came into her bikini bottoms.
It was as much as Sam could stand because he knew she could feel the surge from his balls up his shaft and the heat as teaspoon after teaspoon of slick white liquid bathed her palate and her tongue, sliding down her slippery and open throat.
They stayed just like that, each savoring the moment until his hands found her hair and his voice recovered. “Helen, I want you in the bed. I want you now.”
She said nothing just slid her bottoms off, kissed his cock one last time before sucking that finger of his again and stepping to the corner and climbing totally nude out of the pool, red bush and red hair regal in their movement. Her hand came out as she walked, inviting him and his nearly hard cock to follow her into the bedroom where she had wisely stripped the comforter and opened the sheets in her pre-seven o’clock frenzy of nervous activity.
She was not normally adventurous but when she entered the room this time it was with a new and naked man, the first whose cock she’d touched other than Matt’s in 22 years, she was and ran to the bed where she laid on her back and opened her legs, placed her palm on her red bush and rubbed her clit in a circular motion, watching Sam as his libido recovered and his cock resumed its curve and its hardness, seeing the length of her gash below her clit. When it was fully hard, she dimmed the lights, flipped over to her stomach and got on hands and knees with her open bottom there for him, certainly something aggressive she’d never had the courage to do at 23.
One second he was looking and the next second he was at her entrance, whispering over her back before the head slipped inside, “I don’t have a condom. What do you think?”
“Honey, just fuck me if you’re clean. I am and I’ve had my tubes tied. Don’t wait, do it now like you did in my mouth.”
His hand reached below her chest to rub her titties as he moved his feet slightly and the big head of his cock found the folds of her swollen and wet opening and split them. At first there was resistance as the wide, mushroom head spread them then it was past and her body had opened and he was deep inside her. He stopped as his cock hit her cervix and just moved in little circles matching his hands with his cock’s motion until she groaned and pushed back which started them off. For her, the romance was over and the fucking began, nothing but one hungry female animal pushing back into another animal who was tapping her in the deepest recesses of her own body, way down inside her. He pushed and she pushed and pulled stroke after stroke until they were both sweating. A steady stream of sounds escaped her lips and he began to pant as she quivered and shivered three times, squeezing his cock with her hips and internal muscles each time she came.
With her third orgasm she could wait no longer and screamed into the rumpled sheets, “Sam, let me have it, let me have your cum now!”
To her great surprise, Sam knew something Matt didn’t and he put it into action as he rolled his eyes up, grabbed her butt with one hand and then slipped the other one around her pussy lips to wet it enough for the lubricity to slide a finger against the tight ring of her anus before pressing it wetly aside and sliding up to his knuckle. She squealed, he spasmed and shot spurt after spurt of his own juices deep against her most intimate membranes while rubbing his cock inside her from her own ass which sent her over the edge yet again, this time ending in an absolute dead faint where her knees collapsed and her body fell flat onto the sheets momentarily, taking him with her.
She lay there, awake again two seconds later, whispering, “God, what a fuck you are, Sam.”
He managed to keep his cock inside her and lay carefully on her until she was recovered. “You’re welcome and equally as good. Now, honey, let me lay on my back and you can lay on top of me and let me rub you, okay?”
“Umhh, sounds good.”
He rolled and then she flipped, tits down, onto his stomach where his hands roamed her back, her butt, her upper thighs and she purred with delight before he asked her what time it was.
“What?” a mildly offended Helen said in response.
“What time is it? I want to know how long I have to suck your tits, put my head between your legs and taste your juices, push your pussy lips aside and smell your essence, feel your clit on my tongue and against my teeth, slid my cock in your ass and then sit in that straight chair over there with you facing me and watch my cock push your pussy lips aside and swallow me again, that’s why.”
“Oh God, I’m cumming again and it’s only 9:30! We’ll have to have water and tea to replace all these fluids.”
And, they did, did it all, even in the big master bathroom where she helped him pee and then cleaned it off before lubricating her own finger and bringing him to a double sensation just like he had done for her. Somewhere along the way, she got out their digital camera and took seventy or eighty shots of them fucking and sucking in every conceivable way with occasional rest and cuddle periods where they explored legs, arms and earlobes, enjoying dessert better than ever before.
When eleven thirty came and they had done it all, he held her tits and had his knee against her pussy when he slowly told her, “Helen, I’ve never fucked like this. You are more than anyone could ever, ever hope for and I want you to know that you are the best, other than Mary, of course!”
She giggled and pulled his balls as she answered him, “Thank you, Sam. The same is true for you. Think Mary and Matt are having this much fun?”
“No doubt. If Matt is as imaginative as you are and has a big cock, they’ll do fine. She has a really long pussy opening and you can get lost in there when you get going. She’s great but so are you. Any time you want a pool party, just set it up and I’ll be here!”
She hugged him then pushed him when she saw the clock. “Okay, pumpkin, much as I can’t believe I’m saying this, it’s time to get dressed and go. It’ll take you a half-hour to get home. Say hi to Mary for me and thank her for the evening.”
When he’d risen he leaned down and kissed her before dressing, which she watched and relished. With a wink and a wave he blew her a kiss and left, humming and pretending to be too sore to walk which made her laugh and wonder if she ought to leave the bed the way it looked and smelled or clean it up before Matt came home which could be anytime.
She decided to leave it as it was and laid there with the sheet just covering her hips, waiting, replaying movements and feelings over and over, trying to remember them in sequence and frequently getting lost in the musk of the overwhelming release the sex had been with a new man and what had always before been a forbidden fantasy.
