This is my first submission, after having been a longtime reader. It was inspired by DonnerBBQ's "Kim Frolics at the Pool Party," which I must give a hat tip to. The theme is a wife that pushes boundaries with husband as she plays with friends, and gaslights him as she insists everything is minor.
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My wife Samantha had been on the same team at work for years, and they were as close as I'd ever known anyone's work colleagues to be. They'd routinely have parties at each other's houses every month or two, and we'd hosted a good number in the summer in our pool. There were six of them on the team, with her as the only woman, and she really acted like "one of the guys" every time I saw her around them.
She'd loved her job, for the people she worked with if nothing else, but was also frustrated that there was no path for promotion in the small company. When a recruiter hit her up, offering her a sizable pay increase at another company, it was a tough decision.
We were doing ok on money, but not great. The pay increase would make things a lot simpler for us, and even give us the ability to go on vacations, so I pushed her toward accepting. It was the right thing for her professionally as well, and I knew the only thing holding her back from simply accepting was the bond she had with her coworkers.
She finally acceded to my arguments, acknowledging that she indeed couldn't put both our future and her career on hold for friends, but was heartbroken.
She'd come home with her face raw from tears the day she told them and went straight to bed. It wasn't until morning that I was able to get much out of her. Everyone understood, but were of course upset. She'd been told that she had a standing offer to return, but we both knew that it was a sentimental offer, and once they replaced her, that door would close.
Samantha calmed down over the next few days, and soon a farewell party was put into motion. She'd offered our place again to host it, so that they could use our pool. It was late summer, and our pool was plenty warm. We also had an attached in-ground hot tub would keep people warm if they needed a break.
She'd planned it for the Saturday after her last day, and enlisted me to help setup a lot of it. I went out and got burgers for all of us, and plenty of beer and hard liquor, following the list Samantha had given me.
On her final day, she came home late and a bit drunk, explaining they'd taken her out. She seemed happier than I was fearing though, and was incredibly horny. She all but attacked me in bed, demanding I go down on her.
I wasn't sure what got her into the mood, but I wasn't about to argue. She'd completely soaked through her panties, and it took almost no effort to make her cum. After she came the first time, she still seemed insatiable. She swallowed my cock whole, with an enthusiasm I'd rarely seen, before lying on her back, legs spread and demanding I fuck her hard.
I certainly didn't need to be asked twice, and began ramming her hard as she rubbed herself. I held up the pace for several minutes, as she screamed loudly in pleasure. I was getting pretty close, when she finally came hard. Samantha was all but screaming, and I was happy the neighbors weren't close. Her own orgasm pushed me beyond the point of no return, and I quickly pulled out, as my cock exploded over her tummy, some even reaching her breasts.
Samantha never seemed to want me to cum inside her, insisting she didn't like the mess. I didn't mind, as I actually enjoyed the sight of her spattered with my cum. She never seemed to mind where I came on her, and was perfectly fine with swallowing as well. I always wondered if she got something out of it.
The next day we ended up sleeping in. Her coworkers weren't due to arrive until around 3pm, and there wasn't too much to prep.
Around noon, to my dismay, I got an emergency call from work. I worked with computers, and even on the weekend was effectively on-call. Thankfully it was something I could handle at home, but I feared that the rest of the day might have additional problems, and I'd have to keep an eye on it all.
Samantha had already started drinking by the time I'd settled things down at work. I knew she'd had a bit of a hangover, and I guess with the plan to drink later, she figured the hair of the dog might as well be put to work.
We'd setup two picnic tables by the bbq on the grass, along with some party games. We'd put out a corn hole set, and had a basketball hoop for the pool that I was sure was going to be popular.
Around three, they began to arrive, and we set up in the back yard with plenty of snacks and beer. The tone was a tad somber, and I was hoping once the beer started to take hold, things would pick up a bit.
Mel was the fifth and final guest to arrive. Samantha had gone to the door to greet him while I stayed out with her other now former coworkers. When she came out to the back, she was holding a Victoria's Secret bag, and laughing. I truly didn't know what to make of it, but heard Mel say "Hey, you had one rule, that it had to be a one piece. That IS a one piece!"
Giggly, she yelled back "You went to a lingerie store to get it!"
Mel was still grinning and shrugged, "Again, you agreed to this. We're not going to get to see you much anymore, and it's all in good fun."
The rest of the table was laughing, and I had the clear impression I was out of the loop on something. When Samantha got to the table, she smiled at me and said "These assholes insisted they get to pick out my swimsuit today, and guilt tripped me into agreeing. I told them it had to be a one piece and he went to a damn lingerie shop"
Phil, laughing, said "Hey, they sell plenty of normal wear there. Plus, you promised, Samantha!"
Samantha was clearly enjoying the attention and beamed the whole time. The guys were quickly pushing her to go change, "So we can hop in the pool."
I don't think any of us were under the illusion that what they were pushing her for was to see her in whatever swimsuit it was.
I needed to change myself, so I followed Samantha to our bedroom. I watched as she pulled the new swimsuit out of the bag. It was a bright blue that I knew would look amazing on her pale skin, and with her red hair.
She was giggling at it all, and I was a bit skeptical of how revealing it'd be. With her coworkers, she'd always behaved more like "one of the guys," and wouldn't really dress revealingly. Her normal swimsuit was a pretty sexy bikini, but she'd wear a rather conservative one-piece speedo every time they'd come over to use the pool.
We both started changing, and I watched as she pulled it on. I could tell her back was going to be exposed, as she first did a tie behind her neck. I was looking at her directly from her front, but it seemed to actually cover her pretty well. It was a solid piece of fabric, running up her torso. It had a low cut, and showed off some cleavage, but not even as much as her normal bikini. I felt a bit of a relief.
Samantha was still openly laughing at it, and as she turned around to show me, I found out why.
The bottom was a thong cut, with her back fully exposed. I was a big fan of Samantha in thongs, and was lusting after the sight of her pale ass, framed in the thin blue fabric piece of the thong.
Samantha was concentrating more on the side though, which I'd initially overlooked until she lifted her arm, giggling still. The fabric barely covered the sides of her breasts, and looked like they could fall out. Her breasts were on the larger side, and I couldn't deny she looked amazing in this swimsuit.
I joined Samantha in laughing, assuming it was all just a joke, commenting "Can't blame them for trying"
Samantha shrugged at me, and said "I did promise" with a big grin on her face.
We were both far from prudes. We'd gone skinny dipping in our pool with friends a number of times, and had even once swapped with another couple.
My concern was more about her flying right past a boundary that she'd been intent on maintaining for so long.
"You sure?" I asked, concerned.
Samantha was still grinning, and nodded. "We've gone skinny dipping, and this isn't nearly as revealing as that. They're not my coworkers anymore, just friends, babe. Like Mel said, it's all harmlesss fun!"
She had a point I guess, and I shrugged. If she wanted to tease them a bit, I'd be ok with it.
I was a bit nervous as we walked back out to cheers from all five of them.
Mel called for her to do a spin, and still very giggly, Samantha did.
She did look amazing, and I felt a good amount of pride at all five of them ogling my wife.
Tony was quick to offer to help her put on sunscreen, and Jon happily offered his help as well. I was a bit surprised when she said yes.
We all watched as both of them liberally applied the lotion to her back. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt as I watched, but I knew I'd lose any fight about it with Samantha and only make things awkward.
I was pretty sure they were getting some gropes in of the sides of her breasts as they worked, and Samantha would giggle each time their hands moved near them. When they started rubbing the lotion into her ass, I was about to object, when Samantha finally did for me.
"Hey! Get your hands off my ass!" She called out, playfully.
Tony laughed, and said "Just worried about it burning, Samantha"
She giggled, and said "I think I can reach that myself." and pulled away from them.
Everyone was drinking heavily, and we chatted a bit more. I mostly got along well with them all, but still was an outsider.
I was talking with Phil, when I suddenly heard what I thought was the shutter of a digital camera. Spinning around, I saw Mel holding one, and he had clearly just taken a picture of Samantha, sitting at the table.
"Hey! No pictures!" I called out. Mel quickly apologized, as a couple of the guys groaned, and Samantha overrode me. "Babe, it's the farewell party, we have to have some pictures."
I looked at her, and in a softer, concerned tone, said "I guess, but that swimsuit is pretty revealing"
Samantha giggled, and said "These guys won't share them. I don't mind."
The guys all reiterated that of course they wouldn't, and Mel was quick to move around with more pictures now. Each of the guys wanted a photo with her, and she obliged, giggling all along. I was sure Mel was trying to get a picture of her ass, but if he had, he was sly about it.
When everyone had gotten their pictures, we moved into the pool. Samantha did a few laps the length of the pool, as we all watched her ass gliding through the water.
She was giggling when she stopped, clearly having been putting on a show for them.
She started throwing the basketball into the hoop, and it quickly turned into forming teams. Predictably, everyone wanted to be on Samantha's team, but Mel and Jon won out.
