Brooke glanced at my crotch. "You like it. Besides, it's a pool party." She said that last bit like I was a moron. "I put this on over my bikini because I didn't think it was appropriate to go shopping in a swimsuit. This'll be easy to strip off when we get there."
My cock throbbed at the word strip, as my imagination pictured her naked in front of her classmates. For some reason, that image was a huge turn-on. She stood up and lightly kissed me, then took my hand and led me to our car.
There was a chill in the air, so when I started the car, I turned on the heat. The radio announced that it was "64°, mostly sunny, with a high of 81°, with a forty percent chance of thunderstorms later in the afternoon. I knew that meant the pool water would be chilly. I wasn't sure I wanted to risk hypothermia and doubted I would get in the water.
We were treated to a gorgeous sunrise and no traffic. When we got to Publix, they were still unlocking the doors. The senior citizens that waited with us kept giving Brooke the side-eye. As we entered, two guys had a hard time getting a cart from the corral. I swear they had to give themselves whiplash as Brooke walked past them.
We got the food, and I added a few things I needed. We loaded it all in my car and drove to Ella's mansion. When I say mansion, I mean a twenty-bedroom, thirty-five bathroom, fifteen-thousand square foot three-story home. It sat on fifteen acres with a four horse stable, two tennis courts, an Olympic-size pool, and of course, the outdoor kitchen. That kitchen had better quality appliances than the three-star Michelin restaurants I trained in. Some of the equipment had never been used.
Their pool house was bigger than any four houses I had ever been in, combined. I drove up the long winding driveway until a domestic stopped me. "I'm Randy. I have the food for Ella's party."
"Park next to the carriage house. I will have the food brought to you."
"Thank you." I parked, and we got out of my truck. I slung my daypack over my shoulder, grabbed our beach chairs and two of Brookes bags. She took her other two, and we walked the quarter-mile to the outdoor kitchen. When we arrived, I put everything down on the picnic table and looked around to re-familiarize myself with the layout.
As Brooke and I set up the prep area, Ella ran over. Her oversized fake tits barely moved even though her bikini top looked more like a spider web than clothing. The only part of her breasts I couldn't see was the nipples. Her pale pink areolas stood out against her pale white skin.
I shook my head as she hugged Brooke and gushed, "OMG. U r a lifesaver." I groaned at her butchering of the American language. "I need ur help with the booz." She grabbed Brooke's hand and led her away.
"Well hello, Ella. So nice to see you. No, I don't mind working for free, so you don't look bad in front of your groupies. It's not like it's my job or anything, or that this is my first day off in three weeks," I muttered to myself as they flounced away hand in hand.
First, I got the smoker going for the chicken thighs and then started to make the dry rub for them. Once that was done, I poured the marinade for the steaks into a large baking dish. As I finished the little I could do, the house staff brought me the food. I got the steaks marinating, put the dry rub on the chicken thighs. I chopped vegetables for the salad and carved a watermelon into a shark, the school mascot. Once it was carved, I used a melon baller to scoop out the interior flesh for the fruit salad. I kept working as other guests arrived and were greeted by Ella and Brooke. They were typical trust fund assholes, who ignored 'the help' until they needed something.
Six or eight guys arrived all at once with the redhead from last night. I thought I recognized a few of the guys too. Distance made it hard to be sure. The new arrivals surrounded Brooke and they tugged on her sundress. I couldn't hear the conversation, but it wasn't hard to guess. They wanted her to strip to her bathing suit.
I was about to walk over and shoo the ruffians away when she laughed and unbuttoned it. She held it closed and then flashed like a guy in an overcoat. They all cheered, which made everyone else look over. The few who caught sight of my wife's body joined in the cheer. She wormed her way out of the group of guys who watched her walk toward me.
The guys high-fived and talked about her body and how she flashed them. 'That must be one hell of a suit,' I told myself as I saw a few of the guys shoot me dirty looks. "Do those guys know you're married," I asked when she was within earshot.
"I only know Gary, Brad, and Dave. I think they know. It's not like I introduced myself as Brooke the married lady. I told people, but I can't swear who knows and who doesn't." She kissed my cheek then whispered, "I wanted you to see my bikini first, but the Alpha Eta Pi boys wouldn't let me leave until I showed them, so I gave them a quick flash. But you get to take off my dress and see the whole thing. She stepped back and smiled.
I reached up and pulled open the dress. I drank in the front of the swimsuit. I'm a chef, not a fashionista, so I don't know the terminology to describe what she wore. It looked like one of those Japanese bondage harnesses. There was a small triangle that covered her mons and two smaller ones that covered her areola. I stared at her dumbfounded, until Brooke asked, "Do you like it?" I nodded as she shrugged the dress off and turned around so I could see the straps on her back were clear. It looked like she was naked when you saw her from the back. My cock swelled and I licked my lips as I stared at her firm ass. I wasn't even sure if anything was covering her perfect rosebud.
"Brooke, we need you for a game." A male voice called. I stood there and stared at my almost naked wife. My dick throbbed at the thought of all the people who would see her like this. She kissed my lips. "Can I go have fun?" Her tone left 'daddy' unspoken. She sounded like a little girl asking for permission to play with her friends. I nodded, she kissed me again and flounced off. I watched her ass as she returned to the pool. I lost sight of her when the frat boys swarmed her. After a few minutes, everyone but Brooke jumped in the water. Brooke jumped in soon after and yelled out "Marco."
Everyone responded, "Polo." I shook my head at how immature they were. I hadn't played Marco Polo since middle school. I tried to follow the action, but I was busy with prep. I wanted to get everything ready so all I would need to do is cook. Once it was all set I planned to join the festivities.
When I looked up it seemed that Brooke had caught someone. But she was still 'it', She caught a few more and each time there was a struggle. My phone alarm sounded, so I tore my eyes away from them and went to the smoker to add more wood. When I shut the door, I heard a cacophony of male voices ring out. I looked over and saw Ella on the pool deck, her swimsuit bottoms in her hand. She slowly turned as everyone in the pool cheered and whistled for the bottomless hostess. Once they all got an eyeful, she pulled her bottoms on, then placed the blindfold over her eyes, jumped in, and called "Marco."
I wondered why Ella flaunted herself like that, so I paid more attention. I watched Ella as she tried to catch someone. She submerged when she got close to Red. Red scurried away. After this was repeated a few times, with different people, a guy yelled, "FUCK! She got me." Ella popped up, tossed a black... something... onto the pool deck, and handed him the blindfold. I realized Beard was the one getting out of the pool. When he stood up, I saw he was naked. 'The black thing must be his bathing suit.' I smirked when I realized this was a strip version of Marco Polo.
Now, I never thought of myself as small. I was seven and a quarter long and almost an inch thick. I never felt insecure about my size, until I saw Beard naked. Even with shrinkage from the chilly water, he was fuckin' huge. He had to be over six inches long, flaccid. This time the girls in the pool were catcalling as he struck several classic bodybuilder poses.
That's when it clicked. Whoever was 'it' had to strip someone to make them 'it'. The new 'it' had to flaunt themselves before they tried to catch someone. That explained Ella's show, and why Brooke was 'it' for so long.
I looked at the pool and saw Brooke's long wavy honey brown locks. She was the closest to Beard and stared at his dick. I couldn't be sure, but I thought she licked her lips in desire.
He pulled on the blindfold and jumped toward Brooke. Brooke backed away from him as he hurtled toward the water. He made a huge splash that blocked my view. As soon as he surfaced, he yelled "Marco." and lunged for Brook. I grabbed my beach chair and headed for the pool deck to get a front-row seat to the action.
