ROB
"Nice cock," my neighbor Patty said.
You might want to go back to the beginning for context -- but the short version is, we'd come over to Cal and Patty's for dinner, all gotten a bit more friendly with one another in the pool than we'd expected to, and then Rob and I had fucked our own wives in view of one another. Alix and I went home and changed into dry clothing, and now here we were back on Cal and Patty's patio. Or I was, anyway: Alix had gone inside to use the bathroom shortly after Cal had gone in to get more beer.
"Thanks," I said. "Not that you actually saw it, of course."
"I sure felt it when you were standing behind me. Naughty man, letting your cock slide between your neighbor's wife's legs."
"It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been grinding against me."
She made no secret of glancing down at my crotch; and I saw no point trying to hide the fact that I was getting hard again. "I have a feeling I will get to see it soon enough."
"I don't know," I said. "Do you think we'll end up going that far? I mean watching each other fuck is one thing..."
"That's quite a tiny top Alix is wearing," Patty said.
Not sure exactly where she was going with this, I just nodded in agreement.
"It just barely covers what needs covering, and she's one good sneeze away from a wardrobe malfunction."
"You're not too far from one yourself," I pointed out. Appreciatively. Patty has rather large breasts, and after our swimming pool adventure she'd changed into a top that came down only as far as a top legally needed to. And she hadn't bothered with a bra.
"Really?" she said, as if realizing it for the first time. She lifted her top high enough to expose the bottom of her breasts, and then let it drop back into place. "Good thing I took my allergy pill this morning. My point is, Cal and Alix have been gone for a while, haven't they?"
"Not that long," I said, but now I certainly did know what she was getting at.
"She could have come out of the bathroom, run into him, he says Have a beer with me before we go back out. And they do, and he notices her tiny little top is a little crooked, and since she has a glass in her hand, he offers to adjust it for her. But what he really does it pull it down just a little bit, just enough for her hard nipples to pop out. And she says You men are all alike. You've been looking at them all day." Patty smiled, running her hand teasingly across the bottom of her shirt again "But you understand that, right, Rob?"
"Sure," I admitted.
"So maybe he says What's different is that now we're alone. And he reaches over to touch her nipple. Does she let him?"
"I think she does," I said.
"Does that bother you? Cal touching your wife like that?"
"If you'd asked me yesterday, I'd have said yes. But as long as it's okay with Alix..."
Patty pulled her shirt above her breasts. "It's okay with me," she said. Without hesitation, I lightly cupped each of her breasts, then stoked them, pressing down harder each time I passed over a nipple. "Mmm," she said. "I was wishing you'd do that when we were in the pool."
"I'm not surprised, the way you were grinding back against my cock."
"You liked that?"
"I'm sure you could tell how much I liked it," rubbing her breasts harder, wondering whether she'd let me suck one of her nipples.
"Oh, I did. And I loved how your cock was poking into me just right. You know, if Cal and Alix hadn't come over, maybe I would have pushed my panties to the side..."
"And let my hard cock slide inside you?" I asked. But before she could respond, she pulled away and let her shirt drop back down over her breasts. Alix and Cal were coming out of the house.
Alix came over to me and immediately noticed the bulge in my shorts. "Let me help you hide that," she said, climbing onto my lap. She didn't tuck her short skirt underneath her as she sat, so it just was her panties pressed down against my shorts. "You're nice and hard," she said softly. "What were you two doing out here?"
"Just talking," I said.
She wriggled her body against my hard cock. "Yeah," she said, "us too."
Saturday Evening
ALIX
Tom and Susan were the last couple to arrive. We were all lying poolside by that point, enjoying the last bit of evening sun, except for Cal who was getting the grill started.
He and the other guys watched as Susan stripped off her shorts, revealing a bikini bottom pretty damn close to a string. When she pulled the t-shirt over her head, her bikini top was so brief, I thought at first she wasn't wearing one.
But let's backtrack a few days, to Monday evening. It was a rainy evening, not as hot as the weekend had been, though drier and hotter weather was expected back before the end of the week.
When Patty called me after work, well, I wasn't sure what to expect: was she freaked out after what had happened the previous day? Part of me was happy it was raining -- because the way we all left it the night before, I had a feeling Cal and Patty were going to invite us over again on Monday, and I wasn't sure where things were going to go from there. Or where I wanted them to.
You know what, I can keep backtracking and backtracking, and this whole story will play out like Memento, but instead let's go right back to the beginning. Which is actually my sister's story. If you don't want to start reading from The New Swimsuit Chapter 1, here's the recap:
My younger sister Kari and I have always been flat. There was a time, when I was in my late teens and she was in her early teens, when she was angry at me over it: her reasoning was, I represented proof that she wouldn't suddenly "bloom" when she hit 16 or 17.
She was always a lot more sensitive about her tiny breasts than I was, and when she honeymooned in Hawaii earlier this year, she became convinced her new husband was more interested in looking at the women on the beach who filled out their bikini tops better. Even after he convinced her he loved the way she looked, she got it in her had to prove she looked like a boy by lying out on the beach, on her back, wearing only a pair of men's swim trunks.
Not
a topless beach, I should add.
When she told me about this, I was instantly intrigued: I didn't feel the need to do the same thing to prove a point, like she did, but it sounded like a irresistible method of "safe" exhibitionism. Did I dare lie out in public exposed like that, letting people walk by not realizing they were seeing an almost-naked woman?
After a few "practice runs," going out topless into our backyard at night (which also led to some great outdoor fucking), I got up the nerve to try it in a secluded area of a park halfway across the state. Strangers walked past us, and not one of them had any idea we weren't just two guys getting some sun. Until, of all people, our neighbors Patty and Cal saw us. Or more importantly, me. Almost all of me.
This was easily the most embarrassing moment of my life; but a few hours later we were at Patty and Cal's pool, Patty and I were swimming topless (in our panties, no less), and after a bit of horseplay which I thought for a while might get way out of hand, we ended up fucking our own spouses in full view of one another.
I figured that was the end of it, as Rob and I went home to change into dry clothing for dinner; but a little while after we ate, I was coming out of the bathroom and Cal was in the den, scooping fresh ice into a bucket of beer cans.
"Hey, Alix," he called to me as I walked past.
"Hey yourself," I said, still feeling his one hand on my thigh and the other on my bare ribcage as he picked me up and tossed me into the water an hour earlier. I'd gone in headfirst and -- though I'm sure he hadn't noticed -- my wet panties had slid halfway down my ass.
"I wanted to compliment you on your outfit," he said.
I admit, when I'd changed, I'd chosen a show-off outfit: a shirt skirt and on top, a red bandeau that covered what needed to be covered and not much more. A lot of women don't like these tight, stretchy tops because they tend to flatten; but I had nothing really to flatten, did I?
I thanked him and he said "You know, though, I think that top would look better just a little lower down."
"I'm sure it would," I said with a laugh. The top didn't come more than an inch or so above my nipples.
"Come over here then," he said. "I'll fix it for you."
"I don't think that's a very good idea."
"I promise, I won't touch you anywhere improper."
I admit, I was curious to see what he had in mind; so I walked over to him.
He hooked a finger under each side of the bandeau and slowly pulled it down. My pink aureoles suddenly came into view and, when I didn't stop him, my nipples. Even though he'd seen me topless this afternoon and evening, I felt a little self-conscious being here alone with him, with my nipples hard and erect. "Remember, no touching," I reminded him, not certain whether I'd have held him to his promise.
But he was true to his word: he picked up an ice cube and very gently brushed it against each nipple. They grew harder, almost painfully so. "They look a
lot
better now," Cal said with a smile.
I needed to run outside and make my husband fuck me, right there on the patio. But no, I needed to cum right now. I glanced over at the door to make sure neither of our spouses was coming in. "Suck," I told Cal; and not waiting for further discussion, he leaned over and wrapped his lips over one of my engorged nipples. I was already so close to cumming that the moment his tongue touched the tip of my nipple, my whole body jerked. I pushed a hand over my mouth just on time to keep from screaming out loud, and I'm pretty sure I even squirted a little, something I'd only ever done a few times before. Hard to say, because my panties were already damp.
I went outside, lifted by skirt before climbing onto Rob's lap, and did so much squirming about while we waited for dinner to be ready, I might as well have been giving him a lap dance.
When I finally got up, not all of the dampness on the front of his shorts was mine.
But there was no more overt sexual behavior that evening: no after-dinner skinnydipping, no inappropriate touching of the wrong spouse, certainly no watching one another fuck... I did notice Cal slipping his hand up Patty's flimsy shirt a couple of times, and Rob's hand did wander under my skirt and brush against my panties a few times, but that was it.
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Anyway, so now it was Monday evening and Patty asked me if I wanted to drive over to the mall with her. It was a quiet trip until halfway there when she said "Last night. That was something, huh?"
"Yeah."
