Philip and I had moved into this house three years ago, just two weeks after our whirlwind marriage. It had been one of those situations that you sometimes read about, but never quite believe. Introduced by friends at a party, we took one look at each other and just knew that we were going to be together. Within six months we were married, had enjoyed a highly erotic Caribbean honeymoon and moved into this brand new house in a new development on the edge of town, and life for us had been fantastic ever since. Now, at age 24 we both had excellent jobs, good friends and supportive families that were never too intrusive, in fact, life couldnât have been better
Three weeks after we moved in we had new neighbors, Peter and Marie. They were about 10 years older than us, but we hit it off immediately. As soon as we saw them arrive with all their furniture and possessions, we were outside offering our help. We both felt it was important that in such a new development, creating a community spirit was essential, and what better way to make a start on that than to offer help to a new neighbor. That was the beginning of what turned into an amazingly close friendship, considering the differences in our ages.
Philip and Peter worked marvelously together to establish both the gardens, with some rather inept help from Marie and myself before we were banished to the âkeep the cool drinks comingâ brigade! But we didnât mind, we helped each other with the insides of the houses and swapped shopping tips and recipes almost constantly. She became almost like a sister to me, although we couldnât have been further apart in looks, Marie was a fairly tall, blonde, long legged female with fairly large breasts ... whereas I was barely 5ft 2, had dark hair, a bronzed skin that took the sun easily and looked good, and had small to medium breasts.
I often saw Philip staring at Marieâs breasts and almost licking his lips, and I used to tease him about it. At first it used to embarrass him a little, but once he realized that I wasnât the least bit jealous of Marie or her breasts, it became almost a game between us. A game that intensified even more after we got the Pool put in the back yard. Weâd been invited over to some friends one really hot summer evening and fell in love with their pool after weâd spent most of the evening soaking in it, and as soon as we got home we talked about having one ourselves. Of course we talked about our plans with Peter and Marie and they expressed their desire to help us organize it and set it up ... as long as they could have a dip now and again, as they couldnât possible afford to get one themselves at this stage. We all laughed at that, because there was no way that we were going to bar them from the pool, in fact we suggested that at the same time we were setting up the pool we should place a gate in the fence between the properties so they had ready access to it. They were quite stunned .. and highly delighted .. at that gesture of friendship.
It must have been a pretty slack season for pools because ours was in, filled and working within a month, and Philip and Peter had organized a Patio and some shaded loungers and some tables. I remember the first night after it was all completed, it was amazingly hot and weâd decided that we should christen it first with a gathering of just the four of us, scheduling a proper pool party with friends for a few days later. Philip and I came home from work and prepared a light salad meal and some drinks, and at the agreed time stood at the new gate adjoining our properties with a tall glass of champagne in each hand calling out to Peter and Marie.
As they came out of their house and walked towards us, I heard Philipâs sharp intake of breath, and I couldnât blame him in the least, Marie looked absolutely stunning! wearing, or almost wearing, a pale blue bikini that barely covered her ripe breasts or her incredibly tight and firm backside, and for a fleeting moment there was just a touch of envy in me as I looked at her. But that disappeared completely when Peter walked up and gave a very loud wolf whistle and told me I looked absolutely stunning in my somewhat more modest bikini ... actually it wasnât any more modest, it was just that I didnât have quite as much filling it out ... then winked very theatrically at Philip and warned him that heâd better watch out or he might get run over in the stampede of males towards me when we held the pool party. To say that made me feel good was an understatement, and I secretly thanked Peter for it, actually noticing for the first time what a handsome and well proportioned man he was.
Well we had plenty of laughs and plenty of fun that evening. Jumping in and out of the pool and swimming around and playing catch as catch can, and splashing each other, all the sorts of things that silly teenagers do, and at times I guess we all felt a little like a child with a new toy. But later, when Peter and Marie had returned home and Philip and I were alone in our room the sexual energy that had been hovering around all evening really exploded, and we had the most amazingly frantic sex weâd ever had. Philip had always been full on, and could never be accused of being gentle or sensual in his love making, but that night it was even more so.
He was like a rampaging bull, his big cock pistoning into my tight pussy liked heâd never been there before! It was like that first time heâd ever seen me naked, when his passion had exploded in an orgy of love making the like of which Iâd never experienced before. Mind you I was almost a virgin at that time, having only one real sexual experience previously that was more of a âgod Iâve got in and Iâve cumâ situation.
The first time with Philip gave me a realization of what sex was really meant to be like, powerful and totally satisfying for both of us, and on this night it was reinforced with a vengeance! He pounded his cock into me as I came and came and came and screamed and screamed, and he came not once, not twice, but three times, a fact that astonished him as much as me. Afterwards, as we lay, totally sated in each otherâs arms, I teasingly asked if heâd liked Marieâs bikini. It was like Iâd pushed a magic button, because his cock leapt into hardness all over again! âMmm, donât think you need to answer that questionâ I gurgled as I reached down and stroked his cock, making him groan.
Then heâd turned and was grinning down at me, âOh, and what about you?, I saw you perving at Peter, all evening, especially when he started to get that bulge in his bathersâ he said.
I felt myself blush, really blush, âI didnât!â I stammered, âI mean I might have looked at him once or twice, but really, I mean ... And anyway he didnât have ...â
He threw his head back and laughed, âOh, didnât he? So how do you account for tonight? youâve never been this hot and horny before, you just couldnât get enough sex. I mean, look at you now, even after all that your nipples are still rock hard, your pussy still soaking wetâ he said, and reached down and stroked his hands over me, and I groaned, damn he was absolutely right, I was still horny, but it couldnât be Peter, I mean nothing had happened.
âI donât knowâ I groaned, âI guess it was the whole evening, the water, the heat, all of us playing and touching, the fact we werenât wearing much, but I wasnât perving at Peter, I wasnât!â and I beat a sudden tattoo on his chest with my clenched fist.
He laughed even louder, âWell I think Iâd better listen to what Peter said when he arrived and keep my eyes on you at the Pool partyâ
I sat up and crossed my hands under my firm, breasts, âOh, and I donât suppose I have to watch over you as you drool over all our friendsâ I said poutingly.