April
April watched her husband, Winston, walk into the house, still dripping wet from the hot tub. "Just bring the bottle," her friend, Missy, had said when Winston offered to get drinks for everyone. The stars were overhead in the beautiful June night sky, and it was cool enough to want to stay in the warm water of the tub connected to the pool in the private backyard of April and Winston.
April saw two feet with pink toenails poked above the water as Missy giggled. That settled it, April thought. The toes that were pressing against the thin fabric of her swimsuit, that had slowly moved up the inside of her thigh as the group of friends sipped their drinks, that she'd felt first tentatively push against her clit and then begin moving in slow circles, belonged to Greg.
April didn't know if it was the secret of what he was doing under the bubbles of the hot tub, the fact that she hadn't been touched by another man in the 12 years she'd been married to Winston, or some inexplicable talent at using his toes to masturbate a woman, but April could feel her pussy throbbing and her nipples stiff against the fabric of her swimsuit.
She also didn't know if her best friend of 15 years, sitting across from April and fixated on her toes poking out of the water, knew what Greg was doing. Greg, for his part, wasn't looking at April, focused instead on his wife of just over a year.
Greg was Missy's second husband, and a vast improvement over her first both in looks and personality. Well built, successful and polite, but also demanding in the assertive way of someone who'd earned his success. April put him at five foot ten, probably 200 lbs, but not because of a beer gut. His arms and shoulders were thick with muscle, his legs strong, his ass...
"You still with us, Showers?" Missy asked April, using the nickname that had come after a rain soaked run across campus their freshman year in college.
"Hmmm," April replied, opening her eyes and realizing that her lips were parted and her breath starting to quicken. "Never better, the bubbles just feel so good, you know?"
"You're not kidding. We have got to get us one of these, Greg," Missy told her husband, turning to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I'll make it worth it to you."
The toes moved away from April as Greg turned to his wife. Still in the honeymoon period, April thought, missing the sensation of her clit being rubbed. That thought shocked her back to reality.
The weed they'd smoked before getting in the tub had been a mellow blend, and they'd all melted into the water over the last hour, barely touching their drinks. Was that why she had let it happen, April questioned herself now, a bit annoyed, and then, more shockingly, what would she do if he started again?
Winston
Winston was taking his time in the kitchen, gathering two pitchers of juice, plastic glasses, ice, vodka and peach schnapps. They'd bought the supplies fresh, ready for the visit of April's friend from back home. They'd seen them last at Missy and Greg's wedding in Vegas last year. Greg had business the previous week downtown, and had extended the stay and flown April out with him for a quick weekend visit.
With his hard on finally going away, Winston finished up his preparation in the kitchen. He hadn't been touched by another woman in the 12 years he'd been married to April, and the feeling of what he instantly knew was Missy's hand first on his knee, then up his thigh and finally resting on the bulge in his swim trunks, hand squeezing him gently under the bubbles while she talked with his wife, had given him wood like he hadn't had since high school.
He wasn't sure why he hadn't stopped Missy sooner, but then, who really said no to a beautiful, curvy brunette sliding her hand up your leg, even if your wife and her husband were right there. Especially when you'd smoked probably a little too much weed, and it was all so gentle and relaxing.
Winston had been attracted to Missy since he'd first met her a few weeks after starting to date April. She was shorter than his wife, with fuller breasts with a larger, perky ass that always looked great in the tight jeans she wore. Her hair, long and thick with natural curls, framed a face with dark eyes, full lips and lashes that when she looked at you and blinked always seemed to scream I want you to fuck me right now.
He'd seen her naked once in college, when April and Winston had been at Missy and her first fiancee's apartment, after a long night of drinking that had led to a game of strip poker. Missy had been the first to lose her top, and it had taken all of Winston's resolve not to spend the next three hands before the game ended staring at those large, beautiful breasts and dark nipples.
He'd been distracted enough to lose those next three hands, and found himself pulling down his boxers, briefly flashing his thick cock to Missy before becoming hidden behind the table. As he sat down, April had grabbed his free cock, stroking it under the table. Missy turned to her then fiancee and whispered something to him, and they hastily excused themselves to their room.
April went down on Winston at their friends kitchen table the moment they left, and when Winston heard the sounds of Missy screaming to be fucked harder from the bedroom, Winston had cum hard, filling April's mouth. She'd swallowed his seed, then they got dressed and went to the couch to lay in each others arms and fall asleep.
Greg
Greg pulled his foot away from April as Missy kissed him, his heart beating a little faster. Had Missy realized what he was doing? The bubbly foam on top of the hot tub couldn't be seen through, but Greg was under no illusion that meant Missy was unaware. He wasn't even sure how it had gotten so far. The weed had mellowed him, for sure, but it wasn't particularly strong, nor were any of them close to drunk.
It had started when his foot had innocently touched April's leg. The hot tub was pretty cozy with four adults in it, and as the group shifted around to talk to one another, a foot or leg would occasionally bump against someone else's in the little half circle of seats. April was directly across from him in the jacuzzi, with Missy beside him and Winston just on the other side of the step that led down from the patio. Greg had lifted his leg to stretch, and had made contact with the outside of April's leg as she shifted at the same time.
April looked directly at him and smiled at the unexpected touch, but neither said a word about it, and Greg pulled his foot away. A few minutes later, April slid slightly away from her husband to put her hand in the pool. She looked right at Greg with her green eyes, pink lips and strawberry blonde pixie cut. The tops of her small breasts just broke through the bubbles, creamy white and freckled in the soft glow of twilight.
"Are you melting," Winston asked from next to his wife, "I can turn down the heat."
"No, don't, it feels great, just wanted to stretch and feel the pool."
"Weed always did make you loose," Missy joked. "It just makes me horny."
"Everything makes you horny," Greg and April replied almost simultaneously, and the four friends erupted in laughter. The kind of fully belly, uncontrollable hysterics that comes when it's been a while since you've had some weed.
When the four got control of themselves a minute or so later, night had fully fallen, and Greg realized that his foot was now resting inside of April's legs. She stared out into the pool, hand making small waves, bringing cool water into the hot tub.
Greg pushed his foot forward, his toes now just inches from her pussy, and he saw April close her eyes and bite her lip. With the way they were seated, he was sure he was the only one who could see it. He let his foot slide another few inches, his toes feeling the thin fabric of her bathing suit.
Missy and Winston were reliving the story of the first time they and April had scored some weed. April smiled and let out a small laugh, turning towards her husband and friend while at the same time pushing into Greg's foot and repositioning where his toes were pushing into him, wiggling herself on him. Greg began to move his toes in rhythm with her, not quite sure what he was doing or why.
Missy
"Everything makes you horny," Greg and April had both replied and the group had broken into hysterics. And it was true. Missy had an insatiable appatite for sex. It had been the biggest reason for her divorce. Jon had lost interest after they'd had their son a decade earlier, unable to see her as both a mother and a slut who needed to get fucked hard, fast and dirty at least three times a week. They divorced when Jon Jr. was just five years old.
Missy spent a few years dating and fucking around to her hearts content, working her way through a few dozen Tinder hook-ups, then got involved in the lifestyle community for a while, going to hotel sex parties and wild women retreats at tropical island adults only resorts before meeting Greg in the old fasioned way. He bought her a drink at a hotel bar, having no idea she was there to meet a dozen horny men for what would have been her very first gang bang, and convinced her up to his room all alone.
He'd gone down on her for an hour, edging her but never allowing the orgasm to come until he finally, blissfully slid his cock into her and took her right over the edge. Two days later they had their first actual date, and six months later they were engaged. Missy had never had a lover like him.
She'd offered to tell him about her wild days before she'd accepted his proposal, and even what she had been planning on doing at the hotel the night they met. He'd accepted, and listened without judging, and told her that he loved that she wasn't ashamed about wanting what she wanted. When he innevitably asked the question about whether she wanted group sex to be a regular part of their life, she'd replied, 'not as long as you promise to keep fucking me the way you do.'
It was a promise he kept, and one that Missy realized she was on the verge of breaking. Why was her hand now on Winston's cock, squeezing it? Sure, this had been totally normal in the group hot tubs at those tropical resorts, but she was in the private jacuzzi of her best friend! Fuck this weed had really made her horny.
She could feel Winston growing in her hand as she slowly stroked him through his swim trunks, and was happy to find a nice thick cock. She'd seen it only once, and then just for a moment during strip poker so many years ago, and had marveled at it's flaccid size compared to her ex's. She'd had bigger since then, much bigger, but Winston felt like just the size she preferred.
"Anyone need another drink?" Winston asked suddenly. Missy removed her hand when he did, thankful for the opportunity to take a step back.
"Absolutely," Greg replied.
"Sure," April added.
"Why don't you just bring the bottle?" Missy chimed in as Winston climbed out of the tub, careful to keep the bulge in his shorts turned away from the group.
April
"If we were in our own tub, I wouldn't have to wear this swimsuit either," Missy told her husband after they broke their kiss.
April knew that Missy had turned into quite the little nudist in the years following her divorce. Feeling guilty about the foot job she'd been getting, and wanting to give her husband a little thrill in return, she blurted out, "Well you don't have to wear one here either. Winston and I only do when we have company, and it's not like you can see anything under the bubbles anyhow."
