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Irene woke to the sunlight pouring through the window. Not having paid attention to where the sun might come from in the morning, she hadn't bothered to close the curtains. Pulling on her robe, she stepped to her bedroom door and found the hallway still virtually dark and the house quiet. She quietly pulled her door shut again, keeping the bright sun from spoiling the morning darkness in the rest of the house. The kitchen cappuccino maker was easily found in the kitchen, and a few minutes later she found herself walking the grounds of the villa enjoying a cup, the morning sun not yet even peeking over the wall. Cicada's entertained everywhere, going quiet as she stepped near, only to restart their seemingly ceaseless noise as she moved on. She pulled up a lounge chair on the deck surrounding the pool, just enjoying the sultry morning air, already hinting at the stifling heat that would surely come later.
Finished with her coffee, she stood and walked over to the pool, dipping a toe into the water, finding it refreshing, yet warm. Turning, she glanced around, again realizing that although seemingly out in the open, with high walls on three sides and the chain fence to the yard on the fourth, the entire deck and pool were private. Even stepping over to the chain link fence she still had to lean against it and look hard to the right to be able to see the house. Her mind made up, she turned back, stripped her robe and nightie off, dropping them on the lounge and stepped over to the pool.
Immediately her mind remembered her last skinny dipping, in the ocean not all that far from here. Ryan sliding in behind her, his arms going around her and holding her close, his hands fondling her breasts, his erect penis nestled into the crack of her bottom. She hadn't yet made love with him at that time, hadn't even acknowledged to herself that she would do so, but now, looking back in her mind, she knew she could have so easily raised up, allowing him to enter her from behind. She could have fucked him, or rather he could have so easily fucked her, right there in the ocean and probably no one would have been the wiser. The thought that if they ever got together like that again, she would want to do just that, passed through her mind.
Leaning back, she drifted, feeling the water caressing her naked body, realizing how much she really enjoyed it and how decadent her nakedness felt. When her hands bumped against the pool wall, she turned over, swam the few feet over to the stairs and climbed out, realizing that as she did, she didn't have a towel. However, just in the few minutes she'd been in the pool, the sun had risen enough that the lounge she'd been on previously was now slightly in the morning sun. Setting her robe and nightie aside, she turned the lounge to face it, stripped her hands over her body to shed the excess water, and lay down to drip dry. Once again, her mind shifted to Ryan and their short, but sexy, goodbye in California, admitting to herself that she was more than ready to see him again. Her mind slipped flawlessly to her recent discussion with Maria, how Maria would share Albert with her again, but that she wanted to be there, too. She'd never really considered a threesome with Oscar, although she knew he'd at one time confessed he found the idea hot, but she'd never gone so far as the thought of bringing another woman into her bed. Now she considered what that would mean, Maria bringing
her
into
their
bed. Albert had easily gotten her off with his tongue, and of course he'd fucked her to orgasm, and she'd ridden him to orgasm without problem either. Her mind shifted to the logistics; what would they do in a threesome? Would he fuck her or Maria first, and then do the other? Would he want her to sit on his face, to lick her pussy while Maria was riding him? Would she watch them together, and then would Maria watch her with Albert? Somehow, she had the feeling that Albert would want to do her first while Maria watched. The thought of Maria playing with her never even crossing her mind even though Maria had outright told her twice now that she had played with women before.
The sun began to feel quite warm on her body and, realizing she'd mostly dried, she stood and put on her robe to go back to the house, just picking up her nightie to carry it along, knowing she was just going to get dressed anyway. Walking barefoot across the lawn, she at first thought that Carmen and Maria must still be asleep, but she heard a giggle and a responding quiet voice as she approached the kitchen door.
As she stepped into view, she saw a naked Carmen playing with the cappuccino maker, heard her giggle, and saw her hand come down to swat Maria's hand away from her naked bottom where an equally naked Maria had just caressed her. When Carmen turned, her eyes rose to the door, alighting on Irene. "Oh! There you are, you are up! We saw your door closed and were trying to be quiet, so we didn't wake you." She stepped away from the coffee pot, stepping over to the counter to pick up two coffee cups. "Did you go swimming?" she asked, her eyes obviously dropping to the nightie in Irene's hand.
"I did. The water was really nice."
"We were just going out; you're welcome to come back out with us. You don't need to get dressed if you don't want, we'll be alone for the entire weekend so no need for clothes. Here," she said, stepping over to a cabinet and opening it up, "this is where the towels are. Make yourself another cup and come join us." She unabashedly picked up two towels and stepped toward the door, Maria carrying two cups of coffee as they headed out toward the pool. Irene watched them walk away, realizing that they both had sandals on, which was smart, and would have made it easier for her to have walked around earlier. She stepped over to her room, dropped her nightie off and hesitated just momentarily before shedding her robe. If Carmen and Maria were going to be so comfortably naked, there was no reason for her to be bashful. She slipped her sandals on and turned back, now as naked as they had been. A few minutes later, a fresh cup of coffee in hand, she picked up a towel and followed them out to the pool.
Carmen and Maria were both in the water, hanging onto the side of the pool, coffee's sitting beside them on the pool deck. Already feeling the morning heat, she set her coffee on the side of the pool by Carmen and Maria before walking to the steps, climbing in knee deep before diving forward and swimming underwater across the pool and back.
"So, Irene," Carmen said as Irene settled her bottom onto the steps near her, "Maria says you're a fan of Alberts too." Irene's eyes went immediately to Maria, not believing that she'd told her this, eliciting a peal of laughter from Carmen. "She also says you've got one of your own that's even better."
"I can't believe you told her that," Irene said accusingly to Maria.
"Why?" Maria said, putting her arm around Carmen as she did. "You're both my friends and you both like Albert's cock." Maria pulled Carmen back against her as she said this, her hand slipping under Carmen's arm, her hand visibly filling itself with Carmen's breast before pulling back slightly, her fingers tweaking her nipple. It wasn't just a momentary tweak, her hand remained on Carmen's breast.
"So, is it true?" Carmen giggled. Irene saw Carmen's arm reaching backward underwater to Maria's body as she spoke, "you've got a boyfriend with a cock bigger than Albert?" Irene's eyes opened a bit wider and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, not used to talking with anyone else about her love life or her lovers. "It is!" Carmen exclaimed, Irene's reluctance being the confirmation, "Oh my god you're a lucky girl!"
Despite the question about Ryan, Irene couldn't help but see that Maria also had her other arm forward and was touching Carmen, that both were handsy with the other. Mostly underwater as they were, all she could really see was that their hands were on each other's bodies, just as Ryan's had been on hers when they were in the ocean. Maria's one hand had continued playing with Carmen's nipple, but her other hand was below Carmen's breasts, on her belly -- or lower, she couldn't tell. She tried to ignore it, tried not to stare, but with her facing them it was hard not to tell their hands were on each other's bodies.