Ch. 5: Jealousy Motivates
I went back to the living room and at first I didn't see anyone. But Paula was standing alone at the kitchen window looking out toward the pool. Apparently everyone else was already outside, including Sharon.
Without turning Paula said, "Come look at this. I told them there are too many bugs out there for me and I want to stay inside."
As I approached I could see Paula's expression was a mixture of thrill and anticipation. She enthusiastically hugged me across the shoulders as if we were comrades. "When she realizes you're not going out there I bet she comes back in here with us."
"Who?" I asked, watching our friends getting into the water with their margaritas held high.
Paula dropped her arm from my shoulders and turned to me with disgust, "Sharon, asshole. I'm sure as hell not talking about your wife. She doesn't give a shit if you go out there or not."
Paula turned back to the window and her face lit up, "Here it comes. Just watch this. Here it comes!"
Ozzie, Robert, and Ellen were in the water but Sharon was still standing on the deck. She slapped at her legs as if mosquitoes were biting her. She said something to the three in the water and then turned toward the house.
"I knew it!" Paula jumped up and down in the middle of the kitchen floor. "I knew it."
Suddenly Paula was all business. She led me out of the kitchen by the elbow. "You're going to kiss my ass for this. Now go in the guest room next door and make a little noise after Sharon comes in."
She shoved me into the dark guest room where I could see the swimming pool lights through the curtains of the back window. I reached for the light switch but Paula slammed her hand over mine.
"Do not turn the light on." she pointed toward the swimming pool, "They'll be able to see."
As Paula walked away she said over her shoulder, "You probably have about 45 minutes. I'll let you know if someone decides to come inside." She was already in the hallway when I thought I heard her say "Oooh, you are going to fuck her so good!"
I have to admit that I was still confused. I couldn't get my mind to comprehend that Paula might have arranged this whole thing. But I did manage to follow her directions and coughed loud enough for Sharon to notice. She hustled in and asked accusingly, "Are you two in this bedroom?"
The darkness caused her to almost run right into me. I caught her and tried to affectionately pull her to me but Sharon was surprised and confused, "Where is Paula?"
"She's watching to make sure the others don't bother us for a while." I still had my arms loosely around her but she was resistant.
"Oh. I thought you and Paula ..."
Sharon relaxed slightly in my arms and we looked into each other's eyes. She felt warm and soft and I was still worked up from our dancing.
"I am dying to see your tits," I choked out.
So I'm not the smoothest talker in the world. Sharon pulled away from me and walked toward the window.
"Everyone's right outside," she said as if I were crazy. She peeked between the curtains then stood perfectly still for a long moment. While still facing the pool she gritted her teeth and growled, "Your bitch wife is sitting on my asshole husband's lap."
I slipped and almost fell down trying to get to the window. Sharon moved away in disgust as I shouldered past her. There was my beautiful but not so innocent wife sitting on Robert's lap with one of her feet balanced high in the air and a margarita glass in her hand. They were on the top step of the pool and Robert's two hands were dangerously close to my wife's breast and pussy. She actually looked like she was grinding her butt against his crotch. Ozzie was right there laughing with them and even he was closer to my wife than I thought was proper.
I had a hard time absorbing what I was seeing. I turned toward Sharon, pointing over my shoulder in disbelief. But on making eye contact with Sharon I froze. She grinned and slowly rotated her shoulders. It took me a second to realize that her top was off. Her naked tits swayed left and right, slightly lagging behind the movement of her torso.
Sharon had great tits and she knew it. They were about the size of two big grapefruit halves, which I consider to be large, especially compared with what I was used to. Her nipples were small and dark and made me think of brown Hershey's kisses.
"You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen." I croaked. I could tell from her expression, she knew I meant it.
This was one occasion when I took my time enjoying the sight. I gently approached Sharon and she continued her erotic dance until her nipples were grazing against my bare chest. I lifted my knee and firmly pressed it against her pubic bone, moving her back toward the bed.
"Wait," she whispered. "I want to see you."
I stepped away and slowly dropped my bathing trunks. Sharon's eyes grew wide and she smiled at my rigid cock. I knelt in front of her and she never took her eyes off my dick. Sharon was still wearing the bottom half of her two-piece bathing suit and I intended to remedy that. She started breathing rapidly, anticipating what I might do. I wrapped my arms around her quivering buttocks and pressed my cheek against her pubic area. I could feel the heat from her protruding pussy mound. I kissed her right on her moist center. She flinched and giggled.
I calmly lowered her swimsuit bottoms to the floor and she stepped out of them. I could detect the faint aroma of Sharon's pussy. She had sparse, light-colored pubic hair. Her mound had a definite outward curve which was accentuated by her blood-engorged pussy lips. I placed my mouth right on her slit and ran my tongue up the length of her vagina. With a sigh she relaxed into me, tilting her head back.
My hormones were soaring with the knowledge that we'd had sex before and were getting ready to have sex again. I wanted this hot vixen on the bed and I wanted it right then. As I began to stand up I extended one arm between her legs. I was able to lift Sharon with my forearm at her groin and my other arm supporting her torso.
"Shit. Shit." Sharon yelped with her legs flying in different directions while straining to look toward the floor as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Despite her surprise she clearly trusted me to carry her. I easily hauled her across the room and set her down somewhat crooked on the bed. Red-faced and smiling, she looked into my eyes, breathing heavily with excitement.
I crawled onto the bed next to Sharon with my dick bouncing up-and-down as if it was looking for the target. I was not used to exercising restraint. But I remembered from our time in the car that Sharon liked things slow and gentle. And I remembered how much I liked it too. Still on my knees I straddled Sharon's legs then bent forward to kiss her breasts.
She closed her eyes and moaned, her entire body writhing below me. With just my fingertips I touched her scalp, face, eyelids, neck, breasts, ribs, hips thighs, and her vagina, at which point she tensed beneath me. Likewise, Sharon was busy running her hands lightly over my torso. Throughout this teasing process I tried to keep my penis from touching Sharon. It surprised me when I felt both of her hands lightly close around my cock.
"Dave," she whispered huskily as her fingers continued to drive me crazy.
"Yeah?"
"I can't have sex with you tonight."
Oh no, not again. We went through this last time. Sharon did not use birth control and she could not have sex during her ovulation days. My body sagged with disappointment.
She hurriedly added, "But as you know we can get damn close." With that Sharon gave me a couple of nice, firm strokes. "Let me have an orgasm first, and then I promise I'll give you a blow job or anything you want. Is that okay?"
I tried to keep my discouraged feelings out of my voice, "That will be wonderful."
Sharon didn't waste any time. I was still hovering above her on my hands and knees. By arching up she was able to press her mound against the shaft of my cock. She used a gentle grip on my dick and slow undulations to stroke herself. I gave a guttural cryβit was tough being so close to the target but so far away.
I was very aroused but I took a moment to simply admire Sharon's skill in bed. My body trembled above her as I watched and learned. She alternated between closing her eyes in ecstasy and looking meaningfully into my eyes with passion. Her face was flushed and her relaxed full lips had turned a darker color. The movement of her breasts was tantalizing and I would occasionally extend my head down for tender nipple kisses, causing her to moan with appreciation.
But what held my fascination was the movement of those hips. Sharon was an obvious expert at stimulating herself using the shaft of a dick, without actual insertion. And she rolled her pelvis up down left and right while her butt was bridged in the air. The sound of our labored breathing excited me as I looked down at her flexing stomach and slightly protruding hip bones. This kind of acrobatic teasing was all new to me.