I woke up on Saturday horny and stymied, due to what I'd overheard the previous night. Amelié had masturbated, fully naked, in bed next to my wife. I didn't think my wife had joined her. I knew, of course, that I hadn't been able to get myself off, for fear of ruining the good thing I had going. Over a week into my prank, my gullible wife Julia still somehow believed A) that I was under doctor's orders to cum every day, B) that I was physically incapable of making myself cum, and C) that her best friend Amelié was here to help without ulterior motives.
I also woke up on Saturday curious but anxious, due to a change of pace in our household. It was the weekend. For the past few days, I'd been home alone with Amelié, a sitting duck for her relentless teasing until my wife got home in the evenings. Now, Julia was off work and would be home all weekend. Would the teasing continue? Or would it pause until Amelié could get me alone again? Or would the girls gang up on me and the teasing would be worse than ever? Being around to observe me and Amelié all day, would Julia discover the truth about my prank? Or would more time together mean more playtime together?
The girls slept in until almost noon, leaving me to worry and speculate and fantasize about what today might bring. When the girls finally descended the stairs into our open concept living room, where I'd been sleeping on the pull-out couch to maintain my purported physical incapacity, it was clear by their apparel that they had a plan for the day.
Julia led the way in a neon green bikini. The cut was relatively conservative, like most of my cute little wife's clothes were. However, there was no hiding her spectacular ass on her trim, 120 pound body. Julia knew that and would wear this bikini when she wanted to show off for me. Her shoulder-length brown hair was down and naturally wavy.
Amelié followed close behind in a jet black bikini. The cut was not conservative. The bottoms consisted of such a narrow string of fabric that from behind, you could only tell the color when it sprung forth from between her butt cheeks and circled her waist, meeting at a tiny hand-tied bow on each hip. I could see now why she insisted on shaving completely. The top offered a little more coverage, but it was held together with a similar small bow in the front, and when Amelié turned to face me, I could see her 34C boobs were desperate to burst free. It was astounding that such compelling curves fit on her 5'4" frame. Her curly brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
I was fully staring at Amelié as I heard and responded to Julia's question: "Think you're strong enough for a little adventure? We wanna go tan by the neighborhood pool."
"Yeah... yeah I wanna come," I stumbled.
"I'll bet you do," Amelié intoned.
"I mean, I could use some... fresh air," I defended.
I still had not taken my eyes off Amelié's body (Julia had given me permission - a command, in fact - to let Amelié tease me, afterall). I was taken by surprise then, when my red swim trunks landed on my head, obscuring my vision.
"Vaminos!" my Hispanic wife instructed. "We're burning daylight!"
Julia had delivered my smallest swim attire, in my boldest color. There would be no hiding my erection today. Neither of the girls turned away to afford me any privacy as I stood, removed my pajama pants, pulled on my red trunks, and struggled to tuck in my semi-hard cock.
***
The neighborhood pool was only a ten minute walk from our house. My eyes did not leave the two asses in front of me, for the whole trip. It made me smile to see Julia and Amelié giggle and gab, like the lifelong friends they were. It also made me smile to see their asses jiggle and flab as they walked.
When we arrived at the pool, we found it surprisingly unpopulated for a sunny Saturday. There were two college girls standing waist deep in the water and sipping out of Stanley cups, and there was one woman laying on one of the better shaded plastic loungers. With plenty of chairs to choose from, the girls set themselves up on a couple sunny ones facing the pool. While Julia laid out towels for herself and her friend, Amelié made a big show of helping me gently settle into a chair under an umbrella.
The girls then got straight to work on applying sunscreen. I watched unabashedly through my dark sunglasses, as my wife and our friend lathered their smooth bodies. My cock twitched as they took turns massaging sunscreen into each other's backs. The way their hands glided over the great expanses of exposed skin ensured that all eight spectating eyes were fixed on them. Amelié was particularly thorough in spreading the sunscreen under Julia's bikini strings, insisting on supplementing the coverage Julia had already applied to her front.
When they finished with each other, the girls had me stand, so they could give me the same treatment. Julia got on her knees in front of me, oblivious to the visual she was giving the other patrons of the pool, as she worked the sunscreen into my legs. Amelié was similarly kneeled behind me, and took the opportunity to run her hands under my tiny red speedo and feel my firm butt cheeks while Julia was distracted.
By the time our show had finished, the two college girls had made their way over to us, still in the pool, but at the corner nearest our chairs.
"Hi!" the blonde called out to us with a huge smile. "I'm Sabrina!"
I looked over this first college girl. Maybe I was unduly influenced by her name, but it occurred to me that she looked a lot like Sabrina Carpenter. Her cheeks were flushed red, either from the heat of the day or from makeup. She wore a simple, bubblegum pink bikini, over what looked like relatively small but respectable handfuls of boobs.
Sabrina elbowed her friend. "And you can call me Red," said the redhead. She didn't seem quite as enthusiastic about talking to us, but she wasn't completely cold.
"Is that your name?" Julia asked brightly.
"You can call me Red," she repeated, noncommittally.
I looked over this second college girl. I think I still had Sabrina Carpenter on the brain because I convinced myself her redheaded friend looked like Chappell Roan, but with much larger breasts. Her curly red hair was pulled up in a tight bun. She wore a pastel purple bikini that somehow managed to cover a lot of her, I was guessing, DD tits.
Now caught up in this mindset, I looked toward the other woman, still lounging in the shade. While the two girls we were talking to looked like they were about ten years younger than us, she looked like she was maybe ten years older than us. My brain searched for another singer to complete this trio, but from a distance, she didn't really resemble anyone I could think of. She had similar proportions to Nicky Minaj, so I settled for that and turned back to Red.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Sabrina and Red!" Julia continued cheerfully as always. "Do you live in the neighborhood?"
"Our parents do," Sabrina answered. "We're home from college at the moment." She looked at Red to pick up the story, but Red just looked back blankly. "We've been friends our whole lives, and now we're roommates in the dorms. And yes, Red is always this aloof and antisocial."
"Ugh, whatever, Sabrina the Teenage Bitch!" Red jabbed, but I could tell she lacked genuine venom.
"How old are you, actually?" Amelié asked.
"She just turned 19. I'll turn 19 in July," Sabrina answered.
I saw something glint in Amelié's eye at that answer.
In contrast to Sabrina and Red, Julia and Amelié did take turns in introducing us. Amelié quickly volunteered our three names. Julia described the parallel in their stories that she and Amelié were also lifelong friends who became college roommates. Julia also mentioned that, at our slightly later stage of life, these two best friends unfortunately lived far apart from each other now. Amelié then made some vague comments full of innuendo about how the two of them were briefly sharing a bed again. The four young women got along famously for almost half an hour.
"Ah, no, my drink's empty," Sabrina complained. "Jimmy, do you think you could get me a refill from Red's backpack?" Amelié and I both noticed how Red elbowed Sabrina. "It's fi- it's fine!" Sabrina insisted. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, "Could you help me please? You can't miss it. Just bring over the canister that's in her backpack."
I got up and walked over to the girls' things on the other side of the pool. Opening the backpack, I was shocked at what I found. There was a canister, yes. But there was also a strap-on dildo, a bottle of lube, and some edibles, mixed in with standard overnight items like a toothbrush. I grabbed the canister and carried it over to the girls without a fuss.
"What are you drinking by the way?" Amelié asked.
Red grinned, conspiratorially. "Margaritas," she answered.
"Oh my!" Julia exclaimed. "I had no idea! I assumed you had water in those cups. I have the same color Stanley by the way!"
"We should've thought to bring drinks!" Amelié lamented.
"I can run and get some!" Julia volunteered, always eager to please her friends. "Jimmy doesn't need to make the extra trip, and you can stay and hang out with our new friends. I'll only be a minute!" Julia jumped up and scurried to the gate.
Once Julia was out of earshot, Amelié leaned in. "I have to ask... are you two a couple, or what? I can't get a good read."
Sabrina giggled. "Yeah, we give off confusing vibes, I know. So, we're not a couple. We're just really good friends. Red is a gold-star lesbian. She has literally never been with a man before. And I'm 100% straight."