"Remember" I say to V as she steps out of the shower, clean after a long night of wild sex with Ty, Shonda, and I, "Jordan is going to be here in a half hour for brunch. I think he's ready to close the deal. I really need your help to convince him that it's the right choice."
V dries off and drops her towel before responding, turning fully to face me. Her perfect tits impossibly perky, her massive labia dangling free, her beautiful tattoos a stark contrast to even her deeply bronzed skin, her tiny white bikini line. "Maybe you need to convince me to play the good wife. You know how hard it is for me."
I glance at my watch, smile, and scoop V up, depositing her on the bed. I drop down between her legs and begin to devour her, torturing her sensitive labia and her clit. Her juices are flowing, and she's pushing my head into her, nearing orgasm, when the doorbell rings shrilly.
"Shit." I say, pulling up. V looks horrified, knowing she won't get to finish. "To be continued" I say, kissing her on the lips before running off to get the door.
"Jordan, good to see you. Come in." I greet Jordan with a firm handshake and invite him inside. He offers the bottle of wine that he's holding "I hope you don't mind a little wine before brunch?" Moments later, V enters, her face still flushed with her near orgasm, looking absolutely stunning. She's wearing an impossibly tight white dress, and there's no way there's anything underneath. You can see every perfect bit of her perfect body, with her rock-hard nipples commanding the most immediate attention, followed closely by her bronze thighs, of which far too much was visible.
Jordan greets V enthusiastically, with a hug and a kiss on each cheek. She whisks off to the kitchen, returning with three glasses and a corkscrew. I open it, she pours three glasses, and we begin to drink and talk. It's a drinking brunch. Don't judge.
That bottle, and one from our cabinet later, we are each fucking blitzed, and brunch was long forgotten. "What about a swim, you two? It is such a nice day, and it was such fun last time."
V smiles broadly and agrees.
Jordan went into the bathroom to change, having brought his suit this time. He came out in boxer brief style shorts, his bulge quite noticeable. I changed next, into my red bikini style suit. We headed out back and jumped in the pool while V changed. I didn't warn her about dressing appropriately, but maybe I should have.
Minutes later, V saunters / stumbles out in her minuscule, slutty white string bikini. Her massive bikini bulge was front and center, and I could swear I saw a small wet spot forming already. And.. her perfect, bronzed tits were proudly on display. She doesn't have a top to this suit. Fuck me.
Jordan's eyes didn't leave my wife's tits on her walk to the pool. Mine didn't either. Both of our bathing suits got uncomfortably tight as we watched her drunkenly nail a backflip. We joined her in the pool to cool off, and after a while, Jordan and I climbed out and took to our chairs. Moments later, V climbed out, her bronze tits sparking as droplets of water streamed off of them. Her perfect, taut stomach. Her massive labia, threatening to burst out of the now utterly sheer micro bikini bottoms. Every contour of her beautiful pussy was clearly on display, and neither Jordan nor my eyes strayed as she stumbled toward us, obviously far past drunk.
Arriving next to Jordan, she turned away from him and bent down at the waist, leaving him a perfect view of her spectacular ass, queen of spades tattoo and all.
"Beer?" V asked innocently, catching Jordan eyeing her nearly nude rear as she turned.
"I'm so sorry I. I mean. I didn't mean to. Fuck. You're too hot." An awkward moment passed, and we all laughed to ease the tension. Beers were passed around, and V spread out on the lounge chair between us, tits proudly on display.
After another pair of beers each, I discreetly flip on the Klipsch sound system that we have out back, and put on some dance music. V's eyes lit up and she stumbled to her feet, nearly losing her balance. She began to dance, not nearly so good as when she's sober, but V dancing is a sight to behold no matter how much liquor is in her. We both cheer her on, and she begins to move closer to Jordan.
"Could I interest you in a dance, sir?" she purrs, her nearly nude body inches from him.
"Y y yes please." He stutters, not even asking for my permission.
