Gordon led Alexis by the hand to the living room. He could tell that she was nervous for sure, but excited too. They had never done or seriously considered anything like this before, so Gordon was gentle as he led her.
By the time Jack was rubbing sunscreen on her shoulders, and Gordon was, at the same time, slipping her soft, white tits out of her bikini top, he had subtly, yet persistently, coaxed her into this situation. She, just as gently, resisted, but then he began to win out. Of course a glass of wine or two helped his argument, and just as one fat, soft, bountiful boob bobbed beautifully out of her bikini and into the sun, Gordon figured he had finally convinced her that it would be fun to have fun with Jack and him at the same time.
"We can go at your pace," he had whispered softly in her ear. "We won't do anything you don't like and we can stop any time. I promise."
"What if I'm too scared to stop?"
He knew she would be nervous. In his head, he had run this scenario a hundred times. He figured she had probably run it zero times, so he was way better prepared. "I tell you what," now he was whispering, but moving his face away from her ear, "if you put both hands over your eyes and leave them there, I'll know you want to stop." He did not want her to put her hands over her eyes.
"And Jack's OK with this? Isn't it weird?"
"Oh, I'm OK," Jack was drunk enough to just barely slur his words.
Gordon looked at Jack and nodded almost imperceptibly, and Jack moved with the sunscreen lotion to stand near Alexis' shoulders while squirting a generous amount of the thick, white cream in his hand. Gordon was still moving slightly away from Alexis, but still sat on the chaise with her, so he could reach the front of her bikini and pull it up over her boobs one at a time. They shined white, like a sacred prize against the tan on the rest of her body. Jack was rubbing her shoulders as her tits came into view.
"Wow," he said calmly. "Those are really nice Lex." He rubbed her shoulders and stared, mesmerized by her bountiful chest.
She tipped her head up at him and smiled nervously. "Th-th-thanks."
Gordon saw some resolve come over her. She looked him in the eye and leaned forward to kiss him. He knew that he had somehow convinced her and she was up for an adventure. As they kissed, he reached up and untied the bikini straps that went behind her neck and then did the same to those behind her back. When she backed away from him, she still clutched the bikini to her, even though it wasn't covering her at all anymore, but she leaned back with her eyes closed and allowed Jack to massage her shoulders.
He rubbed the thick lotion over her shoulders and timidly down over her tits waiting for her to stop him. After a few minutes with her offering no resistance, his confidence grew and he began kneading them gently, lifting them, letting them fall, pushing them together and apart, the smile on his face a testament to how much he was enjoying it.
"Well. OK. That's actually really nice," she said softly, and her hands clutching the bikini slowly relaxed and fell to her sides.
"Good. I think it's fucking awesome. You are the best wife in the world," Gordon said huskily. He bent to kiss her belly, and slipped his fingers under the band of her bottoms. She tensed slightly and put her hands on his, and he knew that it was too soon, so he moved his hands up her belly to start playing with her lotion slicked boobs along with Jack. She relaxed.
The sun seemed to get hotter as they worked on Alexis' boobs. Somewhere over a few yards, a dog barked and a weed eater buzzed. Gordon heard all this as white noise. All he could focus on was his wife and the smell of the coconut in the lotion. He was as hard as a 17 year old on prom night and could feel his dick throbbing against his bathing suit, trying to get out.
Slowly he moved his hands down her stomach and over the fabric of her bottoms and then down her legs to her feet, rubbing the lotion he had accumulated from the generous amount Jack was using on her tits. He watched Jack work with her chest the whole time. At her feet, he stood up and moved to the back of the chaise, staring at them as he moved. He lifted the back up and then moved the support so that as he let it down, the chaise lay completely flat. Alexis' boobs lay perfectly round on her chest, gravity helping them with its need for symmetry.
She was flushed and red now, where she used to be ivory white. Gordon could see her breathing in catches as Jack rubbed and tenderly tweaked her nipples, which were tight and erect. Gordon moved near one of her hands and guided it under the hem of his bathing suit, which was baggy enough for her to easily reach up to his hard cock and begin stroking it. He moaned. She moaned more softly.
"Oh man, you don't even know how hot I think this is. You really are amazing," Gordon told her. She just moaned softly in response.
He knew that every advance in this kind of play was going to have risk. He didn't want to push her too far too fast, but he knew he wanted this experiment to go the distance. He leaned awkwardly over her to take her other hand and put it on Jack's leg, right above his knee. She just held it there without moving, while she still stroked Gordon. He willed her to get more into it and start playing with Jack, mainly because he just wanted her to lose control. In his fantasy world, she would be overcome with passion and wouldn't care who she was with, whose cock she tugged or sucked. He had gotten her to that uninhibited, intensely sensual point before, at least he thought he had, but they were alone then. Now they had Jack here, and he wanted to help her find her uncontrollable passion and ride it like a wild horse. He wanted to direct this play just enough to let her know that it was OK to let go and do whatever felt good, and then they could all adlib the rest.
He had hoped that putting her hand inches from Jack's cock would give her the sign to move the last few inches herself and start handling the first strange dick she'd had in her hand in 15 years. Despite his practically popping a blood vessel in his head trying to mind-control her to take the next step with Jack, her hand remained where he had put it. He thought it was good that she had at least not moved it away.
He leaned over again and reached the tube of lotion. It popped open with a snap when he pried his thumb against the cap. He took her hand, the stationary one, and turned it palm up. She let him. He squirted a large dollop of lotion in the center of her upturned hand and then let go of it. And waited. He figured there were two ways to go: she could start rubbing the lotion on her own boobs, or she could get bold and repay Jack for the nice work he was doing on her, which had turned into him rubbing her thoroughly from shoulders to bellybutton by now.
After the briefest pause, her hand moved back towards Jack and slid up under his bathing suit. Jack stiffened and stopped moving his hands on her for a moment. Gordon wanted to tell her she was a good girl, but thought it best to just say nothing. He could see her hand moving under Jack's bathing suit. He could tell she was rubbing from balls to tip and then wringing the tip a bit before moving back down again. She had warmed up to this pretty quickly. The sight of her like this nearly made him shoot a load of another type of cream into her hand, so he moved away from her so she couldn't reach him anymore.
Jack moaned quietly. His hands were on her tits, but he wasn't moving them over her now. He just squeezed her as she rubbed him. Gordon moved to her waist and again put his fingers under her the elastic of her bikini. Without pause, he just started pulling her bottoms down towards her feet. She didn't resist or stop him this time. In fact, she lifted her hips to make it easier to remove them. He got them untangled from one of her feet, but didn't bother with the other before he moved her legs apart and practically dove at her pussy with his mouth, rocking the chaise as he did.
He rubbed her firmly with his fat tongue, going right up the slit to her engorged clit. She might have been nervous, but her body betrayed her: her pussy was moist and soft and engorged before he even touched it with his tongue. She instantly pushed her hips up to meet his mouth as he moved his tongue up and down on her.
They moved like this for a few minutes, Alexis moaning as she gyrated her hips on Gordon's busy tongue, Jack again kneading and rubbing her red tits and moving his hips into her slick hand. It was hot from the sun and hot from the passion and excitement of what they were doing.
Suddenly Alexis squeezed her legs together and pushed Gordon away with her free hand. When he looked up, he expected to see her with her hands over her eyes, but they weren't. He breathed a mental sigh of relief. She had released Jack and breathed raggedly.
"I need a little break," she panted. "I...um...I...I was about to cum!" she finally blurted.
She turned over onto her stomach. Gordon and Jack looked at each other. Gordon nodded towards her feet, grabbed the lotion and moved down beside them. Jack did the same. Gordon squirted some lotion in his hand and then began rubbing her foot and firmly squeezing it. Alexis instantly moaned earnestly. Jack copied him on the other foot. Alexis moaned even louder.
