Getting fucked by [M]y wi[f]e’s coworker.

It was a hot May day in the Midwest, so my neighbor decided it was time for an impromptu pool party to help everyone cool off. My wife and I brought over the kids so her children would have people their own age to keep them company. My wife was in the mood to tan, and wasted no time shedding everything but her bikini and getting on the inflatable raft.

While I was grilling up lunch, my wife and the neighbor, Gemma, decided now was as good a point as any to start drinking. Mixed drinks for my wife, and beer for Gemma, it didn’t take long for the both of them to start feeling the effects of the booze. I was on-call, so there would be no party drinks for me. Around mid-afternoon, both of them had a decent buzz going on, but were running dangerously low on libations. As the only sober adult, I was preparing to go on a booze run when Bailey, a close friend of Gemma’s and a coworker of my wife’s, brought her daughter by to join the other children.

Bailey was wearing a cute white sundress with a sun-flower pattern that showed off her smooth legs. I usually didn’t pay much attention to Bailey, she had an exhausting personality, but I usually only saw her in her work attire, and the thin sundress was flattering to her figure. Bailey started talking with my wife and Gemma, and the ladies temporarily forgot about their sauce shortage. Bailey declined to hop in the pool, but did tell Gemma she didn’t mind tanning for a bit. She reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head quickly, leaving her standing in front of me, lightly bronzed, in a yellow bikini with white polka dots that was a size too small for her.

Her boobs, a c-cup I would guess, were held tight to her chest with no shortage of cleavage on display. The bottoms were the star though. The panties only covered about 40% of her cheeks, leaving an eyeful on display at the tops of her athletic legs. She was in better shape then I would have guessed, with a mostly flat stomach, and you could tell she worked to maintain her body.

I tried not to stare too much, and I reminded myself that I didn’t particularly care for her anyway. So I went and played with the kids while the ladies lounged about. It didn’t take long for Bailey’s skin to be coated in a glistening layer of sweat. She looked like she was half asleep (the ladies in the pool were about out too), but I couldn’t be sure because her sunglasses obscured her eyes. So I continued to play with the kids. Tossing them in the air to catch them, throwing a ball around with the pre-teens, just keeping myself occupied, but secretly hoping that Bailey was stealing a peak or two at me. I’d lost a decent amount of weight over the winter, and while I was still rocking a dad bod, the sleeveless T-shirt I was wearing showed off the new definition in my arms nicely.

After about 30 minutes, there was a loud crack from the area Bailey was tanning in. “Oh fuck!”, I heard her yelp as the leg to the plastic lounge chair snapped, and she tumbled to the ground. She had tried to roll over, and the dilapidated chair gave way. Unfortunately for her, that was the last lounger, the rest had died in an unfortunate spring storm that had slammed them against the fence earlier this year.

“Gemma, you need new furniture!” Bailey hollered towards the pool, stirring my wife and Gemma from their daze. “If you want, I have some lounge chairs that I don’t use anymore. I don’t remember if they’re in the storage unit or my garage, but there yours if you help me load them up.”

“Kurt (her husband) has the truck, and I’m too drunk anyway. ThrowAway, do you think you could help Bailey get the lounges? And maybe get the booze that you promised us?” Gemma asked, her eyes lighting up thinking about the ice cold beer I could be bringing her.

“I guess…” I started before Bailey cut me off “Well come on then, I want to finish tanning before it gets too late.” She didn’t even take the time to put her sundress back on, she went out the gate and made a B-line for my truck across the street as I followed behind her. I unlocked the truck so she could hop in the passenger seat. As I got in, I noticed she’d had a wardrobe malfunction while she was buckling up. Her nipple was about as wide as the thumbstick on a video game controller, but short, with perfectly round areola about two inches in diameter.
“Uh, Bailey” I pointed to her exposed nipple. “Whoops, don’t get too excited over there” she shot at me while she stuffed herself back into her bikini. She gave me directions to get to her storage unit, and that was basically the entirety of the talking on the way there. I tried to make small talk a few times, but she didn’t really contribute to the conversation, so after a few minutes I just let the conversation go idle.

We pulled up to her storage unit on the outskirts of town, Baily hopped out and punched in the pin to open the lock on her unit. When the door opened, my heart sank a little. It was packed, and I didn’t feel like digging through all of her junk for a couple of old chairs. Bailey started to dig in, moving things around to make a path through her storage unit. It didn’t take long for her to once again be covered in sweat, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the view of her firm ass jiggling as she hefting totes of Christmas decorations out of her way.

I moved forward to help her move a cabinet out of the way, where I was promptly rewarded by the site of her left titty completely free of it’s yellow enclosure. She had nice tits. It was still mostly winning its fight with time and gravity, with only a slight sag to full C-Cup. Bailey noticed my gaze and realized that she’d busted free again. “It’s just a tit dude!” She half-shouted as jerked her bikini back up.

“Yeah,” I replied, “but it’s a nice tit” She laughed as she punched me in the arm. She bent at the waist to pick up a box of old shoes, and my eyes glued themselves to her ass. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her ass, the bikini bottoms doing little to cover up her bronzed globes. “Dude!” she shouted, looking back at me from around her legs, “Are you going to help, or just keep staring at me? Have you never seen a woman in a bikini before?” she said chuckling. I jumped forward to help her move the last few things, completing our path to the back of the unit. That’s when I noticed her eyes were transfixed on me this time.

I had pitched an erection, despite my best efforts, funneled down the right leg of my swim shorts. I had hoped it wouldn’t be discovered, which I now know was a futile wish. I tried to pivot away in shame, but she reached out and grabbed me by the cock before I could. She looked over my shoulder, and, apparently satisfied we couldn’t be made out from outside, she untied the front of my trunks.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart beginning to race.

“If you’re going to perv on me the whole time we’re here, I’m going to get to see what you’re working with.” She replied. Finished with the knot, she deftly dipped her hand into my trunks and fished out my rapidly inflating member. The head of my now erect cock pressed softly into her belly. By this point, my heart was beating erratically. My dick is just under average length, but I’m thicker than normal, or so most girls who’ve seen it tell me. It looked pretty large in Bailey’s small hands. As she stared at my hard prick, resting against her, she started to make small tugging motions. My dick was so hard I felt like it would rupture. Her strokes became more deliberate as she bit her bottom lip in concentration.
I decided that if she gets to touch me, I was going to push the boundaries and touch her, so my hand shot out and rubbed her tit through the fabric of her bikini. I wanted more though, so I brought my other hand up and slipped both under the cups of her top, filling my palms with her bare chest, and pushing the bikini up and over her tits. I expected some protest, but she just kept tugging my raging cock.

I rolled her nipples between my finger and thumb and pinched lightly. “Harder” she quietly moaned. I pinched a little firmer. “HARDER” she said sternly as she squeezed my dick. So I pinched, squeezing her nipples sharply. She let out a moan, spit into her hand, and started tugging my meat with fervor. It felt great, so I pinched her nipples again, just as hard. “Fuck” she let out with a breathy moan. Feeling emboldened, I dropped one hand down her stomach and slipped my hand under the waistband of her tight bikini bottoms. Inside was the smoothest pussy I have ever felt, on fire and already soaking wet. I reached my free hand around to her ass and roughly grabbed a handful as I rubbed my finger along her slit.
I don’t know why, but smacked her ass sharply as I dipped my head to take her nipple in my mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck” she squealed out as I curled a finger inside her soaked hole.

Our bodies were a tangle of arms and hands intertwined in each others sex. Her strokes almost came to a complete stop as I snaked a second finger into her tight pussy, I smacked her ass hard again as I railed at her pussy. It only took a few minutes for her whole body to start to tense. All at once, she buried her face into my t-shirt, clutched my lower back, and almost had her knees give way underneath her, while even more juices flowed from her pussy.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she moved my hands out of her bottoms, and, before I could disappointed, reached down herself. When her hand emerged a moment later, it was coated with her orgasm. She started stroking my cock, lubing me with herself. She stared into my eyes as she could feel me on the precipice of my own orgasm, and before I knew it, I was coating her stomach in rope after rope of home made baby goo. After my cock quit convulsing she squatted down and licked the last bit of jizz from the head of my tool. “Mmmm”, she cooed as she brushed past me and headed back to the truck.

“You need to take me home so I can change bikinis. It probably wouldn’t look good if I returned to the party covered in your spunk”.

We pulled into her driveway a short while later. The ride there was just as awkwardly silent as the ride to the storage unit, except maybe more so, because this time my cum was crusted to her stomach. Without saying a word, and hopped out of the truck and punched in the code for her garage door. I didn’t know what else to do, so I followed her into the house.

She barely made it through the door from the garage to her kitchen when she started stripping. I couldn’t help but be drawn to the contrast between her tanned outer cheeks, and the pastey flesh, usually hid by her swimwear. I also noticed a lack of tan lines on her boobs. I stopped just inside the kitchen, unsure what to do. Guilt at having just cheated on my wife with her coworker starting to well inside me. A moment later, Bailey returned to the kitchen. Only, I heard her before I saw her. “Chose one.” she said as she entered the room. I looked up confused, and was met with a completely nude woman, holding a bikini in each hand, one, a basic black bikini, the other had iridescent mermaid scales over a base green bikini.

I was hard again instantly, powerless to do anything but stare, words unable to escape my suddenly parched mouth. Noticing the bulge in my shorts, Bailey dropped the bikinis and turned around, leaning over the kitchen island, presenting me with firm runners ass, and the folds of her waxed-smooth pussy nestled in the fork of her legs. My shorts and flipflops were off in a nanosecond as I gripped my rigid member and all but ran towards her exposed cunt. My hands grabbed her waist and shoulder as I bent her further over the counter. I ran the head of my engorged prick across the lips of her pussy.

She was so wet she was practically dripping. I angled my cock towards her entrance, and Bailey shoved her ass back, enveloping me to the hilt in one move. Before I could even start thrusting, she’d pullled her ass forward, almost all the way off my cock and then threw it back.

I realized I was the one being fucked, not the other way around, and slapped her ass off my pelvis again and again and again. My hands found their way to her hips, and I became mesmerized watching her firm ass slap into me time and time again. Bailey had a string of small moans escaping her mouth every time she bottomed my rigid cock into her velvet pussy.

Had I not already came less than an hour ago, there’s no way I would have lasted long. Feeling the need to have some sort of control, I coated my fingers in the copious amount of fluid that now collected at the base of my cock. I pressed my now-lubed thumb against the puckered hole of the woman in front of me. Feeling no recoil, I pressed the pad in. Her pace increased, so I took that as more of an invitation and pushed deeper, watching my thumb slowly vanish in front of me. SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP she impaled herself onto my harder and harder, filling the kitchen with the sounds of our bodies. “GHAAAAAAAAA! FUUUuuuCCCCCCCkkkkkk!” Her legs began to shake, and I had to grab her waist and pin her against the counter to keep her from crashing to the floor.

After a moment, she regained her composure. She pushed me back, and out of her sopping wet pussy, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the living room, where she roughly shoved me onto the couch. “You’re gonna pay for that” she said with a wicked smile as straddled me, and quickly engulfed my cock in her hungry pussy. There was no build up. She began riding me like her life depended on it. I started to roughly pinch her nipples, and her gyrations turned into her bouncing hard on my dick. The harder she bounced, the harder I pinched, occasionally delivering a sharp slap to her sexy ass. After only a few minutes, her nails curled into my t-shirt and she slumped forward, never stopping though. I grabbed two handfuls of marvelous ass and continued working her up and down my pole. She gasped into my ear as her body went stiff, and my cock was flooded with the juices seeping out of her. I continued pumping into her, nearing my own orgasm. “You can’t cum in me” she moaned. “Ugh, I’m so close” I replied.

As quick as lighting, there was a coolness on my dick as pussy left me, only to be replaced a fraction of a second later with her ravenous mouth. I looked down, and my eye caught the stone on her wedding ring gleaming from the sunlight entering the window. I don’t know why I found it hot, but I did. Another man’s wife was eagerly devouring my cock, and it was a turn on. Between the mind blowing sex we’d been having, and this woman attempting to suck my soul from my body, I felt my balls tense for the second time that day, and began releasing spurt after spurt of spunk into Bailey’s mouth. After a second her mouth overflowed, and my spunk dribbled down her chin, and still I came more. She started pumping my cock, and removed her overflowing mouth, allowing the last few spurts to coat her ample chest.

After she’d licked every drop from my cock, she stood up and started to walk away. “Which bikini do you like better?”

“The mermaid one, I guess” I said as I tried to get my breathing to return to normal levels. She picked her clothes up off the floor and headed to her room. I heard the shower running and decided to put my swim trunks back on.

She came back wearing the brightly colored bikini. If I thought the first bikini was tight, it had nothing on this. Her ass basically swallowed the back of her bottoms, and the top seemed to just barely cover her nipples, leaving exposed boob below and to the sides. “Quit staring and help me find those chairs so we can get back” she said as she headed back to the garage. We found them in the basement a few moments later. We raided her fridge and stole her husbands 20 pack of bottles, and her tequila to take back with us.

“What are we going to tell them if they ask why you changed your suit?” I asked nervously.

“They were pretty drunk, but if they do notice, we’ll just tell them I got dirty while we were moving things around, so I changed.

She was right though. My wife and Gemma’s only question when we returned was why the hell we took so long getting the booze. Bailey went back to tanning, and I jumped in the pool, hoping the chlorine would wash away the smell of another woman’s pussy before my wife noticed. She was pretty much passed out by 9 o’clock though. I helped her home and into bed before returning to help clean up the party.

Bailey had hung around the rest of the day too. She’d been teasing me when she thought no one would notice, squeezing her tits together, pulling her small bottoms to the side letting me see her waxed cunt. When I returned to clean up, Bailey was the only one left in the yard. We silently cleaned the last of the mess up. As I was gathering the trash bags, bailey untied the sides of her bottoms and let them fall to the ground. She whipped her top over her head and jumped in the pool completely naked. I stared, transfixed, as I watched her swim a few laps before emerging. Water cascading off her body.

She slowly walked towards me, brown eyes appeared to smolder. When she was inches from me, our lips locked. It’s struck me as weird this was our first kiss. We’d made one another cum on two different occasions today already, but this was the first thing that seemed intimate. I dropped my shorts and peeled off my shirt. I reached around and hoisted Bailey up by her ass. I lowered us to the ground, and buried myself in her pussy again.

It wasn’t the most comfortable place to fuck, but I didn’t care. I thrust into her, watching her tits sway with our movements. I pinned Bailey’s hands above her head as I pumped my dick in and out of her pussy. She lightly nibbled on my neck as I wrapped my hand around her throat. “Fucking choke me” she whimpered. I squeezed a litter harder as her eyes rolled back and her pussy got unbelievably tight, like it was trying to force my cock out of her. It was too much. I was gonna cum. As I started to pull out, Bailey’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled me back to her. I bottomed out as I started cumming in her. Not as big an orgasm as the two previous, but it was still decent sized.

Feeling spent, I collapsed, and rolled off Bailey. Silently, she stood. Gathered her bikini, and walked naked to her car.

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