Hot Summer in Dallas

When the water pump went out on the Oldsmobile, I resigned myself to the fact that I'd be out several hundred dollars for the repair. Talking about it during a break at work on Friday morning brought an unexpected offer from Ken to fix my car on Saturday. All I'd have to do is go down to the parts store and buy the new water pump and related items. To Ken, fixing cars was entertainment. I gratefully accepted the offer.

Ken showed up at my house at 9 and we proceeded with the task. At 11:30, my wife, Linda, wandered out from the side of our house to the car and leaned under the hood to see what we were doing. She was showing the effects of the morning heat as sweat beaded all over her face and neck. She was wearing a short wrap khaki skirt and an unbuttoned sleeveless plaid shirt knotted just below her breasts revealing a bare midriff. The knot interrupted the view of bare skin from her neck down her glistening cleavage to the waistband of her skirt.

While I was positioned at the front of the car over the radiator, Ken was leaning in over the wheel opposite Linda and did a double take when she leaned in. Her sweat-drenched shirt clung like she was in a wet T-shirt contest. He quickly recovered and forced his eyes back towards the water pump. Glancing back to Linda, I noticed a slight smile on her face as she looked at Ken. Obviously, she had seen his reaction. Linda returned to the house saying she would take a break from the garden and was going to fix us some lunch.

After installing the water pump, we walked back into the house weary and drenched from the heat. The temperature was already in the upper nineties and the humidity felt the same. Passing through the front door, the cold blast of air conditioning was a welcome relief. Ken and I were only interested in cooling down, so we peeled off our shirts to let the cool air hit our skin. Linda entered the kitchen from the patio door and quickly scanned Ken openly admiring the view of a fit man wearing just shorts and sneakers.

"You guys are lucky. You can strip to practically nothing and nobody cares. We women would get accused of indecent exposure if we did the same thing." Linda's face and eyes expressed mock indignation as she grinned and glanced back and forth between Ken and me.

"Nobody here would call the cops," I challenged while looking over to Ken.

"Not me for sure, but I'm just a guest here," Ken chimed in with a tone suggesting complete innocence.

"Dream on you two," Linda said laughing, then turned and walked back to the refrigerator.

She retrieved a plate of sandwiches and beer for the three of us. The beer took priority. As we continued to devour the sandwiches and expedite our hydration efforts, the effects of the alcohol started to become obvious. Linda hit it off with Ken immediately and the two had continuous conversation throughout lunch. As they became more comfortable with each other, their conversation transformed into light hearted banter which took sexy overtones as each point-counterpoint seemed to be testing, no, daring the other to cross the line of impropriety.

Wearing no shirts, Ken and I gradually cooled off to the point we were no longer sweating and completely dry. Linda's shirt, however, was still wet, but had turned cold from the air conditioning. Each time she leaned against the back of her chair, she reacted from the cold dampness until she finally exclaimed she had to get out of the wet shirt.

"It seems to me that just a little while ago, you were complaining because we could take our shirts off; but you must not be that uncomfortable since you still have yours on," Ken goaded her.

"I have to agree, Lin," I added with a grin. "If you had taken your shirt off before lunch, you be as dry and comfortable as we are now." I was daring her while not believing anything would come of the dare. I figured she would just get up and go change in the bedroom.

"You guys just want to see my boobs. Men!" Linda retorted feigning disgust.

"Guilty as charged," chimed Ken, "But we're sitting here in just shorts and you are completely and uncomfortably dressed. Besides, the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was unconstitutional for men to bare their chest and women to be barred from doing the same."

I wasn't sure how far Linda wanted to go with this, so I offered her a way out without killing the mood. "Well, you have to take that shirt off – either here or in the bedroom. It's your choice whether you put something else on – either here or in the bedroom. The choice is completely yours."

Linda smiled while staring directly into my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts. Her mouth was slightly open and grinning as she attempted to determine whether this was a dare, or was I was trying to get her to show herself to Ken, or was I was hoping she would change in the bedroom. I returned the grin while returning her stare with a raised eyebrow in a questioning expression.

"I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet. Let's cool off in the pool." Linda finally suggested while heading towards the bedroom. "You guys are just going to have to wait for your fantasy."

Linda quickly changed into the skimpy string bikini she always wore for sunbathing. It exposed the most skin for tanning while minimizing lines. The cups of her bra were mere triangles of cloth that barely covered her brown areolas while doing little to mask her protruding nipples. It was obvious that Linda was aware both Ken and I were admiring the view and she liked the attention.

As we walked out the patio towards the pool, Ken emptied his pockets saying his shorts would have to perform the job as a swimsuit. Linda didn't miss the opportunity to taunt Ken.

"Well, if you jump into the pool with those shorts, they will take several hours to dry afterwards. Who says you have to wear them in the pool?" Linda beamed at being able to turn the tables. "After all, we have a high privacy fence and plenty of tall bushes and trees."

"There's one small problem," Ken offered slowly. "I'm not wearing any underwear," he continued a little nervously.

"Oh, so it was going to be okay for me to take my shirt off when I wasn't wearing a bra, and it's altogether different for you!" she continued to taunt. "You men are all hypocrites with double standards!" she exclaimed while pointing at both Ken and me.

"You got me, Linda," Ken sighed conceding the point. "You win. So the dilemma is this – If I keep my shorts on and dive into the pool, I'll have to take my shorts off for several hours to hang them out to dry. If I take my shorts off now to keep them dry, I'll be skinny dipping in your pool. Will I be the only one skinny dipping in your pool?" Ken continued without waiting for an answer. "As I see it, either way, I'm going to be sitting around naked for a couple of hours if I want to dive into your pool. My only alternative is to head home now and not swim," Ken concluded.

"Ken," I interrupted, "Would you rather go swimming in our pool or go home?"

"I'd rather go swimming," Ken replied flatly.

"Well, then let's all go skinny dipping!" Linda announced, then proceeded to pull the two ties of her bikini top letting it fall to the patio deck. She quickly tugged the strings at the sides of her hips and pulled the small patch of cloth from between her legs and dropped it on top of the bikini bra.

Ken and I stood motionless in complete astonishment at the suddenness of Linda's announcement and action. Ken gawked like a school boy at Linda's beautiful curves, his eyes darting up and down from her breasts to her neatly trimmed pubic patch. I was suddenly hit by the realization that my wife was completely naked in front of another man.

Linda noticed immediately that we weren't moving and broke the spell, "Hey you two, off with the duds or this party's over!"

We both unzipped and dropped our shorts with Linda focused on the sight of Ken's cock beginning to show signs of arousal. Linda grinned, ran towards the pool and jumped into the shallow end. Ken followed her while I was delayed momentarily by removing my underwear.

After the initial splashing around, we all broke out into light laughter and exchanged comments about what we had just done. Ken and I both expressed our shock and surprise that Linda would suddenly be the one who was naked first and forcing us to strip. Linda, on the other hand, mocked us by saying we were all talk, but when it came right down to it, we didn't have the guts to lead. Ken rebutted the idea by saying that he had only met her a few hours earlier and was more concerned about doing something that might be considered offensive to either me or her. Linda accepted the rebuttal and offered that Ken was certainly a gentleman. We spent the next 30 minutes splashing around and talking while getting accustomed to our nakedness in front of each other.

It was no surprise to me that Ken and Linda spent a lot of time looking at each other's bodies. Each time Ken climbed out of the pool and sauntered to the diving board, Linda didn't hide the fact she liked what she saw. Ken knew she was looking and took his time contemplating his dive while giving Linda ample opportunity to stare at his cock. Ken was in good shape as a result of a daily workout regimen. It was obvious he was strong, but he didn't have the large muscle bulges of a body builder or heavy weight lifter. His cock was beautiful – even from a man's perspective. While neither huge nor small, it was the shape that was so noticeable. His flaccid cock hung down about 4 inches in front of the sack holding his balls, and thickened in perfect symmetry from the base at the top down to the bulbous head pointing towards the diving board. What I noticed immediately was that the size of the crown on his cock was as big in its soft state as mine is when I'm hard.

After Ken dove off the board, he continued underwater directly towards Linda and surfaced directly in front of Linda 'accidentally' grazing her breasts with his forehead and face. As he stood up in the shallow water, his cock revealed the effects of the contact. Both Linda and I looked into the water to see Ken's cock straightening out from his body.

Linda moved away and headed up the ladder. Stepping onto the deck of the pool and turning towards the diving board, she displayed hardened nipples indicating she also was affected by the contact and the sight of Ken's stiffening cock. She returned Ken's favor by also lingering on the board to let him have a longer look at her.

Linda was revelling in the sexual excitement that was mounting. Damn, she was so incredibly sexy standing up there totally nude with her body completely bronzed except for the tiny triangular white patches accentuating each nipple and her pubic tuft. At 5'4" and 125 pounds, Linda had just enough extra padding to add the fullness to every curve without loss of firmness. Her succulent breasts rose and fell as she stood contemplating her next move.

Her eyes were fixated on Ken's torso as Ken stood in waist deep water facing Linda. Linda began her dive and underwater swim towards Ken. When I looked over at Ken, his cock was standing straight out from his body and his feet were planted while he waited for Linda to arrive. As Linda arrived at Ken's knees, she arched her back to begin her ascent up Ken's body to the surface. Facing upwards as she broke the surface, her face pushed his cock to one side. I suddenly became aware the sexual electricity had just cranked up another notch.

Both Ken and Linda laughed nervously, then Linda lowered her shoulders into the water and propelled herself towards me. As she rose in front of me, she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed her breasts into my chest. My cock was already half hard from observing the latest exchange between my wife and coworker. Linda reached up and pulled my head down to hers for a passionate wet kiss which brought my cock to fullness against her stomach. When our kiss broke, we explored each other's eyes silently asking what happens next. Linda's face was flushed and her nipples were hard as rocks indicating she was extremely horny and needing relief.

My mind began to race wondering how far I wanted this to go. Our playful banter and skinny dipping was turning into something much more serious. If Ken was going to be leaving soon, then Linda and I would be fucking as soon as the door closed. On the other hand, if Ken stayed, should I cool this situation by suggesting everyone move out of the pool to the patio for a beer and donning our clothes again? My heart was pounding with nervous excitement and conflicting emotions. The sexual excitement was heady and intoxicating, but I was sober enough to comprehend the precipice we were approaching.

"Are you approaching a point of no-return?" I asked quietly.

"I haven't been so horny since we were dating. I know that I shouldn't want, but..." she murmured while holding me close. "You know I love you, don't you?" she asked. I knew then that she was asking my permission.

"Can you handle both of us, 'cause my need at the moment is also demanding relief?" I countered.

Linda kissed me again and turned towards Ken who was politely maintaining his distance to give us privacy for our quiet conversation. She swam past Ken to the ladder and climbed out of the pool saying she needed something to drink. Both Ken and I followed her to the deck and sat down as Linda handed each of us a beer. I wasn't sure what her final decision was, or that she had actually made a decision. I didn't have to wait long to get my answer.

Ken and I had taken diagonally opposite sides of the rectangular table. I expected Linda to sit down beside me and directly opposite of Ken. Instead, she chose to sit down beside Ken directly opposite of me. We sat there drinking our beers while air-drying in the shade provided by the roof of the deck. Conversation was a bit strained as we searched for any topic other than what we were all thinking about. I decided to give Linda the freedom to make her own move. I got up saying I needed to go inside for a few minutes implying the bathroom and went indoors leaving the two of them alone. I deliberately left the patio door open to enable me to hear their conversation while I stood just out of their line of sight.

I could hear that they were talking, but could not make out their actual words. Then things went quiet and I slowly leaned to peak out the door. Linda was leaning over to Ken with her head tilted up and they were locked in passionate embrace with tongues dueling in each other's mouth. Linda's left hand was below the table in Ken's lap while Ken explored Linda's breasts. I bent my knees to lower my view to below the table top and saw Linda's hand caressing and pulling on Ken's fully hardened cock. His engorged cockhead was now sitting atop a thick staff and reaching towards his belly button. Linda's hand went up then down to his balls and back to his mushroom topped love muscle. I could see the veins in his cock bulging while the color of his cock darkened with more blood filling each vessel.

Ken's hand moved from Linda's breasts sliding down her stomach to her pubic patch. His fingers circled her lower stomach then moved to her hips and thighs. Linda parted her legs to give him the access he was seeking. My heart was pounding and I was almost sure they could hear it if they stopped to listen. Ken's hand pressed down between Linda's legs with his fingers searching for her hardened clitoris. Once there, Linda spread her legs further inviting Ken to keep going while she continued to stroke his cock. Their lips smacked when they broke their kiss as they adjusted their positions to accommodate their burning desires. I had begun stroking my own cock and spreading the leaking pre-cum around my engorged dick.

"Ooohh God," Linda moaned as she looked down at Ken's pulsating cock in her hand. Her eyes were locked on the object of her passion and she slowly lowered her head down Ken's chest towards the purple crown pointed straight up at her. With eyes closed, she pressed her flushed cheek against his cock feeling its heat against her face. Her closed lips traveled lightly over the entire length of his rod sensing every detail of his manhood and inhaling the scent of Ken's sex. As she started gently kissing, licking and tasting the head of his cock, Ken softly stroked the back of her head. I could see his hips rise slightly to get more of his tingling maleness into her mouth. Linda's tongue reached down the underside of his cock to stroke and to tease that exquisite spot where the bulging semen tube met and joined his straining cockhead.

Linda lifted her head a few inches off Ken's cock and looked at it while slowly stroking it. I could see the large beads of precum forming on the top of his dick and Linda began spreading those beads around the mushroom helmet with her finger. I knew what Ken was feeling as I was doing the same for myself. Then Linda dropped down again to use her tongue to perform that task while tasting Ken's sweet sex fluid. Her tongue swirled his hot cockhead repeatedly, and then she stopped and sat up abruptly. Never taking her eyes off Ken's throbbing thickness, Linda changed her position to straddle the bench facing Ken and grabbed Ken's leg and lifted it towards her to pull him sideways straddling the bench. She then leaned down to resume her ministrations to his cock and took half of his cock into her mouth and held it while concentrating her tongue again on the one spot that would make any man lose his load. Ken was obviously approaching eruption as he began to moan loudly.

"Oh Jeez, Linda, I'm getting soooo close," he panted while pushing her head down on his meat. "Oooohh, don't stop, that feels soo incredible. Auugh."

Linda moved her hand from his balls and took hold of his cock with both hands. Her mouth and head began moving faster as she sucked furiously. Ken's hips were thrusting continuously fucking Linda's mouth in his impassioned drive to complete his quest. I knew it would be only moments before he shot his load into my wife's hungry mouth.

"Aaaawww, I'm coming," Ken wailed as his legs stiffened out under Linda. Linda's grip and mouth tightened on his cock as the first spurt shot up through his cock to the back of her throat. Linda swallowed hard while Ken continued to shoot rope after rope of his salty white cream into her mouth. Her mouth opened and her tongue swirled Ken's erupting cockhead while cum dripped out of her mouth running down Ken's cock. She immediately dropped back down engulfing his now oozing pole licking and swallowing and cleaning. When Ken began to soften, she sat up smiling and licked her lips.

I decided it was time for me to return to the deck, although my cock was still rock hard from watching the incredible sensual touching, kissing and sucking. Walking out and approaching Linda from behind, I slid my hands under her arms and around to cup her breasts. Linda looked up over her shoulder to me still flushed and obviously still highly aroused. I pulled her causing her to lean back without moving where she was seated on the bench. Her legs remained in the same position straddling the bench and touching Ken's legs. Smiling, I looked at Ken and leaned down to kiss her full on the mouth while I held her firmly. Linda opened her mouth instinctively and our tongues embraced. While she had swallowed Ken's load, her mouth still had a faint salty taste.

Before our kiss broke, Linda suddenly inhaled deeply and twitched. Ken had leaned forward and was licking Linda's swollen pussy lips. As he continued to probe her vulva seeking her clit, I gently lowered her the rest of the way down on the bench. I moved down along side Linda cradling her head with my left arm, then resumed kissing her and kneading her warm breasts. I was always amazed at the silkiness of her skin and always enjoyed exploring her entire body with my hands. Ken slipped his hands under the cheeks of Linda's ass to get a better angle for eating her pussy. Linda raised both her legs and placed her feet over Ken's shoulders and spread her knees opening herself completely to his mouth.