We'd spent the evening with wine glasses in hand, naked in the Jacuzzi, under the starlit sky. Joy and Jason were married, but they'd gone through a rough patch and during that time Joy had been with another. Jason eventually realized that he was alright with Joy's escapades; in fact he was infatuated with the thought of her and a lover taking each other in front of him; though he still had moments of jealousy and worse, self-loathing, for allowing his wife to fuck someone else without consequence. For her part, Joy had really thought that they were through and she had cared about the man she'd been with deeply, but when the chance to repair her marriage presented itself, she'd jumped at it, forsaking the thrill of newness for her long-term happiness and stability.
Since then, they'd gotten along well, though she often harbored thoughts of her former lover's body. Sometimes, when Jason mechanically performed their routine, she'd imagine her lover's cock instead of Jason's penetrating her. Secretly, and buried more deeply inside, she also reveled in the memory of the day that she'd fucked her lover and then Jason had come over to talk; her lover - his friend - running out the back door, stealing away to avoid the explosion they both thought would result. She'd somehow connected with Jason again that afternoon, for the first time in a long time, and they'd made love, Jason sliding his cock into her still-dripping pussy, and at one point, she realized that Jason's dick was coated with another's sperm as it plunged the depths of her pussy and suddenly she'd had the most explosive orgasm of her life. Since then, Jason had found out about the fling, and they'd talked through a hundred difficult and intimate things; even Jason's sudden, inexplicable prurient interest in her taking another lover, but she'd never told him about that day or what it did to her to think of him getting sloppy seconds.
So this night, maybe Joy or Jason, or both, had ideas about what could happen, but neither were being too forward. I'd come over to hang out, have a drink and dinner with friends. It turned out that of the four or five people that were invited, it was only me that night that made it. My wife was also invited; she was very close to both Joy and Jason, but she was out of town on a two day business trip. So eventually, after a glass or two of wine, we'd decided to hop in the pool, and when I pointed out that I didn't have a suit, Joy (only half-jokingly) suggested that I didn't need one. It was one of those moments that came on so quick that I didn't have time to judge my reaction, but the look on Jason's face conveyed that something was different tonight, that I could take Joy's playful comment seriously and we all might actually skinny dip. So I did, maybe because of the wine, or maybe because I wanted to see Joy naked and that overrode my normal inhibitions, but whatever the reason, I was right about Jason's reaction.
I said "I'm up for it." And Jason almost immediately said "Me, too."
There was an awkward moment where we all looked at each other, knowing that Joy's response was critical because if she had truly been joking then she probably wouldn't react well to her friend and her husband blatantly and unrepentantly accepting a suggestion she thought so obviously unacceptable. The awkward moment, though, lasted less than a minute, and she smiled mischievously and dared us to drop our pants.
"Ok. Go ahead, then. Let's see it boys."
At this point, I began to question whether I'd read the situation correctly; I suddenly imagined that Jason was really joking and I was about to drop my pants to the eternal amusement of my married friends, who would laugh with each other all night and forever afterwards, at my naiveté and presumptuousness; at my expectation that they were willing to share their naked bodies with me, and my obvious willingness to share mine with them.
But again, I had only a moment to question myself; I caught Jason's eye and realized he was unbuckling, and watching me to see whether to continue. So I kicked of my flip-flops and unbuttoned my shorts, trying to look nonchalant and willing myself not to look at Joy who was clearly looking at me and her husband stripping, amused. I pulled off my shorts, revealing my boxers, and then lifted my t-shirt over my head, as Jason was doing the same. I noted that we'd both chosen to leave the boxers till last. I purposely didn't concentrate on the moment of truth, dreading another pause where Jason and I look at each other, deciding whether to proceed, and instead just dropped my boxers and went toward the water immediately.
Joy cat-whistled and laughed heartily, blatantly checking out my package and then my ass as I turned toward the pool. I interrupted her, asking "Aren't you getting in?"
"Oh yeah. But I have to go get my bathing suit first!" She teased.
Jason and I protested loudly and she responded, "Just kidding. Fair's fair and besides, I've been wanting to skinny dip ever since we got the pool. The idea of gliding through the cool water and watching the stars sounds so relaxing."
Jason yelled "Quit stalling and get naked!" and Joy, to my complete delight, complied. She made a small show of it, which turned me on immensely, because it wasn't like her to be so forward around me, and I imagined that it was because she was really feeling (and approving) the sexually charged atmosphere.
There were no lights on outside the house but some warm yellow glow spilled through the sliding glass doors, almost completely silhouetting Joy. I was straining to see, and luckily the moonlight was helping. It was a casual evening at home, so she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She raised her shirt first, exposing a black bra, no pattern or lace, but nicely designed and it pushed her breasts together forming very inviting cleavage. She then threw the shirt to the side and began unbuttoning her jeans, looking first at Jason, then at me, staring into our eyes. She seductively pushed the jeans down her legs, bending as she did so, so that I caught sight of very skimpy, black thong panties right before she bent down to her ankles, and her bra-covered breasts hung before me. I didn't want to appear to be ogling her, despite the fact that she'd just done it to me, and that fact that she was putting on a show precisely because she expected me to ogle her, and so I fought with myself to keep eye contact and only let my gaze stray to her body surreptitiously. She stood for a moment in her bra and panties, looking from Jason to me again and back to Jason, this time I think wanting his approval before continuing.
I lost the battle to avoid staring a few seconds later when she unsnapped her bra, letting her medium-sized boobs free for me to view for the first time, and they were marvelous. Perky, with perfectly shaped and perfectly sized nipples – hard, I noticed, as I stared intently through the semi-darkness. I also noticed Jason watching me, but at this point I figured he was enjoying his wife exposing herself and so I didn't feel self-conscious or worried. Joy let the bra fall to the patio floor and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties, then stopped and said, "You know, I feel like you guys should be tipping me." We all let out nervous laughs. Jason responded, "Come 'ere – I've got a tip for you." His joke helped ease the tension and this time we all laughed again, but less self-consciously.
Then Joy seemed to gather her resolve, and pushed the sides of her panties down one more time, revealing her pubes, dark and short, carefully shaven into a thin strip. I was deprived of the sight too quickly as she pushed her panties all the way to her ankles, but in its place, I saw her boobs again, this time hanging free. I suddenly realized I was rock hard. Instantly self-conscious, I was distracted by the thought that Joy and Jason might see my hardness. Being waste-deep in the water I decided Joy couldn't see, but Jason was also in the water and only a few feet to my right, and I wondered, nervousness welling up inside, whether he would be totally offended by my blatant erection in response to his wife's nakedness. Once again, though, the moment resolved itself as Joy came quickly to the pool, seemingly overcome by a sudden feeling of modesty and hurrying to get under the water.
The next hour or so we swam, and talked and splashed, and it wasn't too long before we were all completely at ease again, our nudity forgotten, at least on the surface of things. My hard-on subsided, though the feeling that it could awake at any moment remained. Eventually Joy ran from the pool to the Jacuzzi, and I soaked in the sight of her slightly jiggling breasts, and then her nicely shaped ass, as she emerged from the pool, cool droplets of water sliding down her body. Jason and I watched her step into the Jacuzzi and submerge herself, and then we both came out of the pool to join her. I endured another momentary embarrassment, walking toward her with my cock hanging free, but soon I had regained the cover of the water. Joy and Jason sat close together on one side, touching under the water, though I couldn't tell just how much they were doing.
Finally, someone suggested more wine, and we played rock, paper, scissors to determine who would get the wine and glasses. They laughed as I lost and had to run into the house, naked, to retrieve the items, because I had to pass through the well-lit sliding glass doors.
After awhile and more wine, Joy said, "My skin's turning prune-y. I think I'm going to get out." And I felt a surge of disappointment. My skin was waterlogged as well, but getting out probably meant one last glorious look at my naked friend and then the evening of tantalizing possibilities would be over.
