I grinned to myself as I watched Ben watch Andrea. My wife had just bent over to pick up an empty cocktail glass from the low table near the patio chairs, and the short denim skirt she wore showed off a large expanse of tanned and toned thighs. With Ben's wife's Julie's good looks, the fact that he still eyed-up Andrea whenever he could was definitely a complement.
Julie herself held up her empty glass for Andrea as she walked by. Julie was shorter and more compact, lounging in the chair in her sleeveless tank top and jean shorts, a sliver of her bikini top visible whenever she moved her arms, the rest a shadow under the white top. Julie smiled up at Andrea showing off white, even teeth as she handed off her the glass, then back and Ben and me as we tossed the ball back and forth. Her eyes were a pale blue, framed by thick lashes, and they mostly followed the ball but would often stop and linger on us.
Ben caught her eye on him and posed with mock ferocity, beating his chest like an ape. He was wearing swim trunks and one of his outrageous Hawaiian shirts, unbuttoned to show a patch of chest hair that could hide third world nations. Julie laughed, and he bounded over to her like an ape and proceeded to tickle her.
Her arms and legs were flailing about under his onslaught, and I watched the appreciatively. Julie was curvy in all the right places, and just a touch softer then Andrea. She was gasping for breath when he stopped and landed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Hey Theo, any more to drink? This heat is a killer", he called to me while still watching her deep breaths.
"Yeah, let me see what's keeping my better half."
I ambled past them towards the kitchen, enjoying Julie's breathing myself. I slid open the glass doors and stepped inside onto the cool tiles. I padded on bare feet farther into the house, entering the dining room with the pass-thru to the kitchen. The whir of the blender greeted me.
"Hey hon, any more to drink?"
From under the counter-level I heard the heavy clink of a glass pitcher. "Just getting clean glasses, I'm mixing up a batch of strawberry daiquiris."
I entered the kitchen and then stopped to appreciate the view. Andrea was down on elbows and knees fishing extra glasses from deep in the bottom cabinet. Her short skirt was riding high, and with a dip of my head I could make out a bit of pale orange panties.
I walked close, reached down with both hands, and gave both butt cheeks a good squeeze. She rocked back on her haunches and straightened up, her curls whipping with the fast movement. Laughing, she reached up and swatted the front of my trunks. "Naughty Theo."
As usual, that didn't help matters and the front of the trunks tented out a bit. She held up her hand to be helped up, and as she did so she teasingly rubbed against me the entire way up.
"No fair, my lovely lady. No fair."
"All's fair in love and war", she quipped back.
In response I waggled my constrained dick against her hip. She grabbed a handful of the crushed ice and daiquiri mix from the open blender and shoved it down the front of my trunks. The cold ice slid past my member with a breathtaking chill and the netting pooled them around my balls. Her hand, frigid from the ice, encircled my member. She pumped three times, spreading both cold and warmth, before my stunned reaction set in and I jumped back.
"Whooaw!" I exclaimed as her chilled fingers slipped off my member. "Hey", was all I could get out next.
She threw me an impish look, which quickly became mock innocence.
"Yes?", she inquired, fluttering her eyelashes outrageously.
I broke into laughter which she quickly joined. I reached up one leg and pulled the wet netting away from my balls. A few chunks of ice tumbled onto the floor with a series of cracks.
"Hey, don't get those all over the floor. You're going to need to change anyhow, you're all wet."
I'm sure my face lit up wickedly as I ditched the trunks right there on the floor and jogged naked towards the bedroom, my manhood flying at half staff and shaking back and forth. I heard her crystal laugh again as I left the room.
I stopped briefly in the bathroom and wiped off what I could of the sticky mix, my hand on the wet washcloth mimicking Andrea's earlier motion. I finished, clean but once again hard, and headed into the bedroom. I rooted around for a minute looking for my other suit without any luck. Shrugging my shoulders I grabbed a pair of jean shorts, pulled them on, buttoned them, and stuffed my still hopeful dick inside before zipping them closed. I looked around the room one last time for the trunks, noticing a flicker of movement out the window.
Looking closer, Julie was bouncing on the diving board as if ready to dive, but not going in. She had stripped down to a brief blue bikini, and the motion of the board was jiggling her heavy chest in pleasing ways. But her eyes were what drew me, and she gave a little wave when she saw me looking before diving in.
I cursed softly and good-naturedly. The bedroom wasn't visible from the patio area, and the nearest neighbors were half a mile away, so I hadn't worried that that blinds weren't closed. I wondered how long she has been there, if she had seen me walking around in the buff, or perhaps even the whole show with me cleaning up. In any case, there wasn't much I could do about it, and truth be told it was more then a little exciting.
I walked back through the house, chaffing more then slightly inside my jeans. Andrea was back on the floor, this time with a dishtowel wiping the spot I dropped my trunks.
"Need any help?", I asked contritely.
"Nah, I'm almost done", she replied. "Remind me not to stuff sticky things in your pants."
"I'll remind you of no such thing. I like when you get my cock all sticky."
She raised her head to glance at me, and took in the outline of my dick bulging against the shorts.
"I guess you do, I guess you do at that.", she said knowingly. With a mischievous note in her voice, she followed up with "Hey, where are Ben and Julie?"
"The pool I think, I can't see them from here."
"Ah, good", she breathed as she reached up and unzipped the shorts. "Time to make you all sticky again."
My dick sprung out of its confinement, bobbing briefly in front of her face before she reached out and steadied it. She kissed the tip, the side, down to the base, and then worked her way back to the tip. She rolled her tongue around it once, twice, three times, and then engulfed it in her mouth.
I leaned heavier against the countertop and closed my eyes. Damn that felt good. One finger and thumb encircled the base, and her head bobbed up and down on it, her curls swinging back and forth.
My reverie was broken by Ben's voice. "Hey Theo, drinks ready yet?"
He was leaning in the patio door, trying not to drip inside. I wrenched my attention to him since Andrea showed no intention of stopping.
"Alm-almost ready. I'll bring them out in a nonce.", I managed to get out.
"Okay-dokay.". And mercifully he left.
I glanced down at Andrea, noting with very real relief that the pass-thru would have blocked everything from sight.
Andrea stopped and pulled her head back off my manhood. "You know, when you thought you could be caught you seemed really into it."
I didn't have a quick answer, and with a wicked gleam in her eye she called out loudly towards the patio. "Hey Jules, can you help me carry the daiquiris?"
With that, she lowered her head and again began to suck at my member. Lower down I saw her hand snake under the edge of her skirt and start to rub herself.
With alarm I looked at the blender, not two feet from me, but it was gone. I looked around and saw the daiquiris and fresh glasses on a wicker tray on the dining room table, about ten feet from me.
The patio door slid open, and Julie walked in. She had a towel wrapped around her, and her dark hair hung wetly over her shoulders. I could feel my balls tightening.
"Hey Theo, where's Andi?"
With a feigned nonchalance I replied, "She'll be back in a second. The daiquiris are right there." Even to me it sounded a bit rushed.
There must have been something in my voice, as she tilted her head quizzically as she padded forward to the edge of the dining room table.
"Everything okay?"
"Ah, yeah."
She started closer to the pass-thru, stopping at my frantic hand gesture. To cover it up I turned it into a point at the table. "We'll be right out in a minute, the drinks are there."
I could barely think with Andrea's ministrations on my dick. She kept changing up the rhythm, slowing down as she felt me get near orgasm. I saw Julie glance down and realized my hips were bucking slightly, trying to regain the old tempo. I froze, but Julie turned and walked back towards the tray. She glanced through the entertainment room towards the door to the patio then turned back and winked broadly at me.
Man, I was caught. My thoughts spun, but the only thing that I could focus on was just how good my wife's mouth felt. I opened my mouth to say something -- I'm not sure what -- but Julie spoke again.
"Okay, I'll just take the drinks outside", she said, but she did anything but. With another glance towards the patio door, she reached up and peeled down the top of the towel and bikini on the left side. She flashed her heavy breast, the large aureole a pale red against her skin. Even from this distance I could make out her erect nipple, straining forward. She gave her breast a jiggle at me, then tugged up her towel and turned to leave with the tray.
The dam burst, and I flooded Andrea's mouth with my jism. Her throat contracted as she swallowed after each spurt, pulling it from me as frantically as I tried to supply it. Finally I shuttered to a halt, pulled my half-mast staff from her mouth, and dropped down on the floor next to her. She braced herself against me as I moved, and I could smell her own musky scent. Her hand still worked under her skirt.
