My wife pulled the towel tighter around her full breasts. It was a small towel, and barely covered her bum. It hugged her hips tightly. She was looking around on the ground for something. "Over the fence," I said, nodding towards the flower bed on the other side of the swimming pool. That's where I'd tossed her bikini earlier, after Nick and Buzz had taken it off of her. I couldn't remember how long ago that had been. During that time I'd been watching my wife make love to them, Buzz on the patio stones beside the pool and Nick, our host, in the water.
She didn't look at me or reply. I was sitting in a deck chair near the door that led into the house. She tried to shift the bottom of the towel down a little more, then pulled her wet hair back into a pony tail and squeezed out some more water. Nick had gone into the house to answer the doorbell. Apparently more guests had arrived. Buzz was struggling back into his swim shorts, his thighs bulging with the effort.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head, then walked over to my wife. He bent down awkwardly to give her a small kiss on her cheek. "Thanks," he said. "That was fun. Maybe we can do it again sometime." Then he kissed her on the other cheek. "Gotta go." My wife watched him leave around the side of the house. She tucked a loose strand of wet hair behind one ear.
Then Nick emerged from the patio door, followed by three men. They looked to be in their forties, like Nick and us. I was still feeling the effect of the drinks I'd had earlier, and combined with the heat and sun, I was having a hard time concentrating. I couldn't really distinguish them from one another. I only noticed that one had grey hair. I also saw that one of them was wearing a plaid shirt, while the other two were wearing solid-color polo shirts. Otherwise they looked interchangeable.
Nick and his three guests walked passed me and over to my wife. Nick introduced them but I couldn't hear all their names. They seemed pleasant, well-mannered and relaxed, as though it were perfectly natural to be invited to a friend's house and then be introduced to a woman dressed only in a small towel. My wife managed a polite smile, but continued to fidget with the lower edge of the towel. The upper edge had slid down slightly and the tops of her large breasts bulged out. Another inch lower and her nipples would be visible, I thought. I wondered how long it would be before the towel popped away from her and fell to the ground.
Nick turned back to me and said, "And that's Jack, an old friend of mine." The three men looked over at me. Nick chuckled. "I think maybe Jack's had a little too much sun today." Nick took his guests over to the bar beside the pool and proceeded to mix some drinks. After he'd served his friends, he brought a drink to me - "This'll make you feel better," he said - then took the other to Carol.
"While our friends are relaxing, why don't you go inside and change," he said to her. "I've put a few things out on my bed for you to try. I think you'll like them." He smiled at her. Carol sipped her drink and looked over to the bar. Then she stood up on the tips of her toes and kissed Nick on the mouth. She headed into the house. The three men at the bar watched her carefully. The towel was wrapped tightly around her bum, which wobbled with every step. Despite her efforts to cover herself, the bottom of her bum peeked out below the towel's edge. The setting sun cast a rosy light on her thighs and calves. She stepped through the doorway and disappeared.
I took a drink. It was cold and sweet. Watching my wife with Buzz and Nick had, as usual, left me both aroused and jealous. It was a heady mixture. I tried to understand why it was such a powerful combination, but I couldn't focus my thoughts. I knew I was going to watch my wife again this evening with Nick and his friends, but for the first time since we'd started our adventures with him, I wasn't sure I wanted to. I took another drink and watched the men talking at the bar. What was I trying to accomplish?
After a few minutes, my wife walked back out onto the patio. My misgivings quickly vanished, and I felt the blood start to pump into my cock. She was wearing a black cocktail dress and high heels. The dress was short and snug, with thin straps over her shoulders. It clung to her busty, hour-glass figure. She'd dried her hair and put on some make-up. As she walked past me, her breasts and bum trembled beneath the thin material. I wondered what she was wearing, if anything, underneath. Her heels clicked on the patio stones. They emphasized the curve in her calves and made her hips swivel.
The men at the bar looked over as she approached. The grey-haired man smiled at her and bowed slightly, then handed her a drink. The four men lifted their glasses. My wife looked down and smiled in an embarrassed way, then looked up and lifted her glass, too. They all took a drink.
They started to talk about something but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Carol stood close to Nick. After a few moments, he reached over and put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. I couldn't tell whether Carol was taking part in the conversation or not. After a while, Nick moved his hand down Carol's back, stroking her lightly. Once he ran his hand all the way down to her bum and gave her a gentle squeeze. She nudged her hips against his hand.
It was starting to get dark. Nick walked behind the bar for a moment and knelt down. Some quiet music started to play and then lights came on in the flower bed around the garden and in the pool. Nick bent down and whispered something in Carol's ear and then he kissed her lightly on the neck. He and his three friends sat down in some deck chairs set up beside the bar.
My wife emptied her glass and then began to slowly walk around the pool. With every step, her ample breasts and round bum quivered beneath the black material of her dress. Her legs looked firm. After she was about half way around, she put her hands on her hips and started to sway in an exaggerated way. She smiled, but for just a moment. Nick and his friends clapped their hands and then laughed. When she had completed one round, Nick indicated with his hand that she should go back the other way. She set off in the other direction, this time lifting her hands up behind her head as she walked. One of the men made a wolf whistle and the others laughed again.
