Chapter 11. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and kids got into the Lifestyle and ultimately became a Hotwife. Pool Day.

Eggs.  Coffee.  Sunscreen.  By mid-morning we had everything we needed to be ready for the day ahead.  Our friends had a beautiful pool in their back yard so we decided to spend the day there basking in the gorgeous weather.  I had packed a sky-blue LA Boutine string bikini, although I suppose packing the top was a bit unnecessary as it didn’t stay on longer than it took to walk outside.  The warmth of the sun was a welcomed feeling against my skin.  I slipped my triangle top off and laid it on the lawn chair next to the wife’s top that she had also removed.  We stood in front of our husbands in our thong-clad bodies, allowing them to admire us a bit before stepping into the cool water together.   

I could feel my nipples tighten as the water splashed higher on my body.  I could also feel the heady glances from both husbands as droplets beaded up and rolled down my curves.  We spent the better part of the early afternoon enjoying mixed drinks, listening to good music, and chatting in flirty ways that led to hands grazing bodies under the water.  There was a small floatie in the water that was just big enough to hold one person.  I decided to sit on it and lay back a bit so that I was slightly reclined with my knees still dangling in the water.  

As the afternoon rolled on, our conversation shifted from playful and flirty to edgy and tempting.  I watched as the wife began to tease her husband with her hand on the outside of his swim trunks.  He lowered his head to take a breast in his mouth while his free hand pinched her other nipple.  In seeing this, my husband grabbed my ankle from under the water and pulled me on the floatie toward him.  I spread my knees for him and he stood between my legs as I wrapped them around his hips.  He placed his drink on the edge of the pool and traced up my thighs to the sides of my thong bikini bottoms.  Slowly, his hands pulled the ties until they were completely undone, and he tugged my string bottoms out from under me so that I lay there before him fully exposed on the raft.

I glanced to our friends to see that the husband had removed his swim trunks.  He had picked up his wife and was holding her by the ass as her legs wrapped around his waist.  The husband moved her thong to the side with his hand and was beginning to slide a finger in her.  My mind flashed back to our night in Vegas when he had done the same to me.  I instantly began to feel myself pulse for the touch of a man.  As if reading my mind, my husband’s hands were on me, gripping my hips to raise me up a bit.  He sank down in the water to his chest and pulled me to him.  The warmth of his mouth was in stark contrast to the coolness of the water.  I arched my hips to him so his tongue could delve deeper inside me.  I brought my hands up and twisted my tight nipples in pleasure as his mouth continued to suck my clit.  

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be overtaken by the rush of senses – I felt the heat from my husband’s mouth as he parted my lips with his tongue.  I heard the moans of pleasure as the wife climaxed from her husband’s touch.  I tasted myself on my husband’s mouth as he came up to kiss me deeply.  His fingers slipped in me as we kissed.  I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and scratched my nails down his back.  His skilled hand knew exactly what I needed and brought me to orgasm quickly.  I moaned in his mouth as I came, feeling waves of pleasure wash over me.

I opened my eyes as he pulled back, seeing him pull down his trunks, fully aroused.  I slid off the raft as the couple made their way to us.  The wife had untied her bottoms, which were now sitting on the pool deck next to mine.  She moved to the raft and pulled herself onto it, her wet body glowing in the sun.  I was mesmerized by the way the water droplets clung to her dewy skin.  Without reservation, I pulled the raft toward me the way my husband had done to me, and I positioned myself between her legs.  She reached out for my breasts and squeezed them as I ran my hands up and down her smooth thighs.  My fingers made small circles around her inner thighs as the waterline flirted with the opening of her pussy as her lips began to spread.  The sight was intoxicating.  It was in this moment that I finally realized the power a woman’s body can hold over someone.  

Instinctively, I lowered myself in the water to her.  She raised her hips to meet me.  Our husbands watched in lust and awe as I opened my mouth to her.  My tongue initially flirted softly with her outer lips, slowly tasting the length of her wetness.  I sucked on her clit the way I love when it’s done to me and I could feel the muscles in her legs tense up in response.  My fingers softly pressed into her legs, keeping them spread as my tongue became braver in exploration of her lips.  

Just then, I felt a hand on my lower back.  A familiar touch, yet not my husband’s.  It was her husband who had come behind me, watching me with her.  He gently massaged around my low back, my waist, my hips.  His hands were strong and confident on me.  As my mouth continued to pleasure his wife, he slipped a hand lower on my body, and found my own womanhood to explore.  I felt his fingers touch along the outside of my pussy just under the water.  He teased and played with my opening, but didn’t penetrate me right away.  I arched my back toward him to encourage his fingers.  He obliged.  Holding one arm around my stomach for support, his other hand swiftly delved into my wetness.  I moaned into his wife’s pussy as he began to finger me deep and hard.  

I looked up at my husband who had made his way behind the wife to see me with them.  As she lay on the floatie, my husband massaged her shoulders and breasts as he watched me go down on her.  Knowing that he was enjoying this sight brought me the greatest sense of pleasure and excitement.  I found myself closing my eyes and relinquishing my body to the hands behind me and the pussy before me.  The husband’s fingers twisted and curled inside me, causing my body to shake as I neared orgasm.  My mouth could hardly focus on her, so I slipped a finger inside her to mirror what her husband was doing to me.  

My body was overtaken by pleasure.  I could hear her moan but it was stifled by my husband’s mouth as he leaned over her to kiss her while squeezing her breasts.  Her lips were swollen and wet against my fingers.  Her body tensed on the floatie.  I could taste her cum as my fingers and mouth continued their tandem work.  Her husband tightened his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him as he slid another finger inside me.  I felt my own lips begin to pulse on his fingers and my muscles tightened around him.  I came hard for him.  Releasing myself, I allowed his hands to fully support me in the water as I relished the orgasm that came deep and fast.  I could feel his hard cock pressed against my hip as he finished me and I wanted it in my mouth.  

The men made their way to the edge of the water and perched on the top step where their legs were just out of the water when they sat.  She and I followed eagerly in anticipation.  We found ourselves yet again paired with the opposite husband.  She would make my husband cum again, and I, hers – the thought thrilled me.  

My hands touched the husband’s knees and traced up his powerful thighs, spreading his legs along the way.  His cock was rigid and thick as I held it in my firm grip.  Slowly, I began to stroke the length of him while my other hand felt along his tight abs and chest.  I lowered my mouth to tease his tip each time my hand slid down.  Scratching my nails down his stomach, I opened my throat and took all of him.  He moaned and grabbed my hair as I felt him pass the barrier at the back of my mouth into my throat.  He pulsed in me.  I could taste his precum.  It was sweet.  And I wanted the rest of what he had for me.  

With the sound of my husband’s moans of pleasure from the wife’s wet mouth on his hard cock, I began to suck hard and slow on her husband.  I took in every quiver of his body.  Every pulse of his cock.  Every pull of my hair.  He was on the brink as my tongue swirled around his shaft and massaged the length of him, sucking hard each time my mouth came up to the tip.  My hands squeezed his base and pressed firmly, just below, near his ass.  His surprise to this new pleasure resulted in him grabbing my shoulders and arching his hips as far as he could into my mouth.  His breathing picked up and he shook briefly.  I knew he was about to orgasm and I wanted to taste it.  With my hands stroking his shaft and my lips around his tip, he shot stream after stream into my awaiting mouth.  It was warm.  It was thick.  It was delicious.  I swallowed every drop of him, licking away any excess that had escaped my lips.

I stood up and watched as my husband also began to cum in her mouth.  He had seen me take a full load and it sent him over the edge.  I sat down on the step just in front of her husband to enjoy this view.  He rubbed my shoulders gently as we took in the sight of his wife licking every drop of cum off my husband’s hard cock.  The look on her face was one of complete desire and satisfaction.  It was incredibly stunning.  We savored the afternoon sunlight a bit longer before deciding to clean up for our last evening in town.  It had been quite the weekend thus far, and we knew we still had the night to enjoy…

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