SWIMMING
It was a Saturday night in late August and we were hosting a pool party for some friends. It was after eleven and most of the people had left. There had been a game of volleyball in the pool. There was a lot of flirting and kissing between the couples, usually not with spouses. It was typical. A couple of folks had turned off the pool lights and gone skinny-dipping. Then someone turned on the underwater pool lights and everyone scurried apart. The pool lights were off now. My husband Ed was in the house somewhere. There were a few people in the shallow end of the pool. I was at the deep end sitting on a bench seat on the side of the pool. The water was cool and with a buzz from a few drinks, I was totally relaxed. I was wearing a two-piece swim suit that showed some cleavage in the front.
One of our long-time friends, Phil swam toward me through the water. Phil is a nice enough guy, but he can be irritating. His wife, Monica is a good friend. We put up with Phil and enjoy Monica's company. She was somewhere around. I'd seen her a few minutes ago cleaning up.
Phil was intoxicated and in an obnoxious mood. He started with a "Hey Jan, what's the best-looking woman at the party doing way down here. Are you sulking?"
I sighed and said "No, I just like the peace and quiet and the feeling of the cool water."
"Want me to make you feel better?" he asked in a suggestive sort of way.
Phil and Monica were a part of our regular group of four or five couples who spent a lot of time together. There was a lot of flirting and fooling around among the group. Different combinations of the men and women had paired off for some necking. We'd gotten naked in front of each other in the pool and playing strip poker or some other game. There was no sex though, oral or otherwise. There were not supposed to be any hand jobs or fingering, but I'm sure some of that had gone on. One of our friends, Roger had his fingers in my cunt one time a few years ago. I was lucky to have had the willpower to pull away from him. It really turned Ed on when I'd mention it though.
Phil came and sat beside me and after a minute leaned in and gave me a kiss. I didn't resist, but I didn't respond to it either. "You seem cold tonight." He said. "If I'm bothering you, I'll go away."
I was in a weird mood so I said, "No Phil, you're not bothering me. I'm just tired I guess."
With that he tried to kiss me again. After a few seconds, I felt the need to relax and so I kissed him back. We kept at it for a few minutes. He started to feel my legs above my knees, which was okay, but when he moved his hand up underneath to get near my ass, I said "Behave yourself."
Phil was persistent, he had always had a thing for my tits and he asked to see them. I said no, but when he kept asking, I finally pulled my top down and showed him my tits floating in the water. He said "You have the finest tits in the city. They are amazing."
I came back with, "You'd better not let Monica hear you say that." Monica has huge tits, the biggest of the group. My husband talks of putting his head in between them and batting them back and forth. I've told him he will get a concussion. My tits are also nice though.