It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday and I had worked several hours to clean up our swimming pool after a spring thunderstorm. First I had to brush the pool sides and bottom, sweeping the twigs, leaves and other junk to the deep end so I could vacuum it out. Then I took the filter apart to clean each cartridge with a high pressure hose. Once I had the water looking good I set about cleaning up the deck around the pool. A leaf blower made that fairly easy, but I had to do it carefully so I wouldn't blow more junk into the water. The last step was to reverse the leaf blower and use it like a vacuum cleaner to suck all the trash into an attached canvas bag.
Dumping the bag and putting my tools away only took a minute and then I was able to take advantage of all my hard work. I stripped naked and dove into the water. My wife, Pamela, and I live in the middle of seven-plus wooded acres so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing anything they shouldn't. Our house and pool are not visible from the road or from other houses, and skinny dipping is normal for us. In some years the calendar is well into July or August before we have visitors and one of my swimsuits gets wet. I absolutely love it.
I was tired and hot from my work, so I just sat in the shallow end and waited until I cooled off a little. Then I hopped out of the water and set about arranging the deck furniture. That only took a few minutes and then I dove in again. I like to train my body for all the snorkeling I do when we go to the ocean, so I spent several minutes holding my breath and swimming laps underwater.
I would have enjoyed the pool more if my wife had been there to skinny dip with me, but she was putting in some extra time at work to beat a looming deadline. That's what I thought, anyway. When I came up for air I looked over and saw her sitting at the table -- and she wasn't alone. Stephanie, one of my wife's co-workers, was sitting next to her. They were both watching my every move.
"Hi, Mark," Stephanie said with a beaming grin.
"Hello, Stephanie."
"How's the water?" my wife deadpanned.
"Perfect," I replied as I took stock of the situation. My wife had obviously been home long enough to change clothes, since she wasn't wearing what she had on when she left that morning. She had changed into a green t-shirt dress that she often used as a swimsuit cover. Stephanie was wearing what she usually wore when she came to visit us: a t-shirt and a pair of knee-length basketball shorts. I looked around the deck area for something with which to cover myself, but there was nothing. My work clothes were not where I had left them and all the towels were still in the storage closet. "Sorry about this, but I didn't hear you drive in."
"You were using the leaf blower when we got here," Pamela told me. "It was noisy so we just stayed in the kitchen. And then you got naked!"
"We watched your show from inside," Stephanie laughed. "I told Pam I thought you looked pretty good, so she suggested we come out here for a better view."
"So, how about giving us a closer look?" said my wife, obviously delighted by my embarrassment. "We want the Full Monty."
"How nice," I grumbled.
I stayed in the water and talked with them for a while, keeping close to the wall of the pool so all they could see of me was my head and shoulders. I practically begged for a towel or any sort of clothing, but it was all in vain. Pamela and Stephanie knew I had to get out of the pool eventually and they were waiting patiently for the show. I was embarrassed but also excited that both my sexy wife and her attractive co-worker wanted to see me completely exposed.
They had me and they knew it, so I stroked my cock a few times to make sure it was big. Giving them what they wanted, I made no effort to hurry or cover myself as I climbed the steps out of the pool, giving them a good look at my bare ass. Then I turned and walked straight towards them, ten steps that seemed like a hundred.
"Very nice, Mark," Stephanie said in a slow drawl. "I'd say you've been working out, huh?"
"Uh, yeah," I mumbled before I turned to address my wife. "Okay, show's over. Can I have my clothes back now?"
"What do you think, Stephanie?" said Pamela. "Should we give them back to him?"
I felt like a mannequin on display in a store window. Stephanie looked me up and down, taking her time. I remembered how I had looked at her a few months earlier when I saw her in a pair of very short running shorts, and I wondered if she thought I had stared too long. Her gaze lingered on my growing cock for a long moment before she spoke.
"Nah, I don't think so," she finally said. "I like things just the way they are."
"You're clothes are kind of dirty anyway, Mark," Pamela told me. "So why don't you pull up a chair?"
I weighed my options. Pamela or Stephanie had obviously taken my clothes and trying anything physical to get them back was just going to cause me even more embarrassment, especially if I lost. They were both very fit women who would not give up easily. I decided to sit on one of the deck chairs, pulling myself close to the table to hide as much as possible. I also decided not to beg because that might egg them on even more. I have read too many stories where someone promises to "do anything" and things usually just get worse. It was better to let the situation play itself out and hope for the best.
Meanwhile, Pamela and Stephanie were watching me, probably trying to stay one step ahead of me.
"It's locked, Mark," Pamela said when she saw me eying the door to the house. "They're all locked."
"Okay, I don't mind staying out here a while," I said. I reached for the pile of mail I had collected earlier and opened up a magazine. After a while, my two tormenters apparently lost interest and began to talk about work. Evidently, letting me get dressed was not very high on their priority list.
"Is it hot out here?" Stephanie asked after a few minutes. "Or is it just me?"
"It's not just you," Pamela replied. "This is the warmest it's been all spring."
"Why don't you go for a swim?" I offered. "The water's nice and cool, and it's no fun being the only one who's naked."
"That's too bad," said Pamela. "You'll just have to get used to it."
I was going to have to get over being naked around the two of them, at least for a little while. I was ashamed and humiliated by my situation, but also flattered and aroused. Obviously there was no way they could have anticipated these circumstances. They might have had a few minutes to make a plan before they came outside, but they had improvised fairly well. Given their advantage of numbers, and clothes, I had to accept the idea of them being in charge.
I couldn't concentrate on the magazine so I got up and jumped back into the pool. When I came up for air I saw Pamela and Stephanie peeling off their clothes. My hopes for a skin show were dashed when I saw they were wearing swimsuits, but they were nice ones. Pamela was wearing a red and brown bikini that I had seen many times. I liked it because her nipples always stood out under the thin fabric of the top. Stephanie had once boasted of not owning any kind of swimsuit other than thong bikinis, and she didn't disappoint me. Her blue string bikini top and thong bottom left very little to the imagination. Only the cool water kept me from getting an immediate erection as they joined me in the pool. We raced a few laps, played keep-away with a rubber ball, and wrestled over control of an inflatable float. I tried to "accidently" pull off their bikini tops a couple of times, but I was met by icy stares and a level of resistance that told me it wasn't going to happen. I did manage to cop a feel of Stephanie's ass a couple of times, but I felt her hands on my butt and my cock even more.
After a while I went under water so I could come up under the float and try to dump Stephanie. I managed to turn her over but she clung to the float and resisted my efforts to take it from her. We wrestled and laughed for a minute or two with neither of us gaining an advantage. Meanwhile, Pamela had gotten out of the pool and retrieved a towel from the storage closet. Stephanie gave up on wrestling over the pool float and let me have it so she could follow Pamela out of the pool. I figured our pool play was over for a little while, so I climbed onto the float and lay on my back, no longer concerned that my cock and balls were fully exposed.
It wasn't until I stopped moving, and thus squeaking my skin against the vinyl float, that I heard voices and realized that Pamela and Stephanie were not the only ones on the deck. They had been joined by two brunettes. I didn't recognize the women, but Pamela and Stephanie apparently did. The four of them were lined up beside to pool so they could all get a good look at me. I must have missed the sound of their car coming up our long driveway when I was horsing around with Stephanie. I rolled over into the water and used the float to shield my nakedness.
"It's too late, Mark," Stephanie announced. "They already took pictures."
