It’s hot, scorching for this part of the world. The kids are away, but the backyard pool is full and inviting. We invite you over for a bbq, drinks and a chance to cool off. You arrive only a few minutes later, clad in an airy, translucent top, cut-off jeans and a tiny bikini. Your skin is tanned, a beautiful golden brown and the sun has picked out all the natural highlights in your hair. It’s all I can do not to pounce on you immediately.
I’m pretty pleased with my own appearance, my translucent white swimsuit cover-up over the bikini top that strains to contain my G cups, and the high cut bottoms that expose a good portion of my ample backside. He’s showing off his pecs and arms in an open button up shirt, his swim trunks doing little to conceal his arousal as the three of us chat on the back deck.
The trees around the edge of the yard, provide privacy from the neighbors as you and I slip into the pool while he begins grilling the steaks and tossing the salad. Your suit clings to your skin, the thin fabric displaying your taut nipples and your bottoms riding up to show off your lower lips. You submerge yourself completely, your hair slicking back as you emerge, goose bumps appearing as the water contrasts with the warm air. I sit on the bottom of the pool, gently fondling my breasts as I watch you make your way over too me, your breasts swaying with each step.
You kneel, straddling my hips and leaning in to kiss me. I can feel the heat of your centre against my mound as your breasts float against mine. Your fingers tangle in my hair as your moist lips meet mine. I allow my hands to rest on your hips, focusing on the pleasure of your mouth pressed against mine, your teeth biting my lower lip, your tongue darting inside and stroking my tongue. Both of us moan as you begin to grind against me.
As the kiss continues, my hands slip up your back, finding the string at your ribs and pulling it, releasing your breasts to float freely. I slide further up to release the one at your neck, letting the top float away. The water laps over the tops of your breasts, mimicking a tongue. I can feel you moaning low in your throat as your kiss intensifies. I bring my hands around cupping them and lifting as my thumbs press hard on your nipples. You gasp and begin to break the kiss, but I bite your lips and release one long enough to pull you back down. Against your lips I tell you my intent in a low voice. “I’m going to make you cum right here, right now. And you’re not going to take your mouth of mine while you do.” Your head shakes as you glance around, the trees obscure the view but they don’t do much for sounds. “Well then, you’d better be quiet, shouldn’t you.” And with that I capture your mouth again at the same time my hand recaptures your breast.
Despite your protest, we’ve talked about it before so I know it’s what you want. You love the thrill that comes with the risk of being caught.
You resume devouring my mouth as my hands play with your breasts. Your hips grind harder against me, whimpering as you edge closer to your orgasm. I slip one hand down to take hold of the front of your bikini bottoms, pulling them up between the lips of your pussy, catching your clit in the folds. You buck hard as my other hand comes to rest on your ass, forcing your hips hard against me, preventing any escape. Your kiss becomes desperate with need as you moan and writhe in my lap. As your movements become more wild, I know you’re teaching your limit. I release your bottoms, slipping them to the side and driving two fingers deep inside while my thumb presses your clit, holding you tight in my grip. Your arousal has your pussy drenched but so tight that my fingers can barely move. As I feel your walls begin to twitch, I move the hand on your ass lower, parting your cheeks and slipping the back to the side as well, before finding your other hole. With one smooth push, my index finger penetrates your ass and all your pelvic muscles seize as you are overcome with pleasure. I ease my grip and draw slow circles on your clit as the waves continue to swamp you, easing you back from the edge with gentle pleasure. I finger slips out from your backside and you sigh into my mouth.
Once you’ve calmed you slip off me and pull the strings holding your bottoms on, before letting them float away. We swap positions so that I’m straddling your hips and your head rests against the side of the pool. It’s my turn to moan softly against your lips as your hands roam over my body; groping and fondling my ass as my clit grinds against you, lifting and stroking my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric. You break the kiss with a smile as you lift one of my still clad breasts to your mouth. It’s my turn to moan and curse as your lips close around the straining peak. “You have to be quiet or the neighbors while hear.” Is all the warning you murmur against my breast before you begin to suck and nibble through the fabric. My hands grip the pool on either side of your head as I arch against your mouth. You play with them still covered for longer than I expect, before untying and letting my top float away.
The temporary break lets me collect myself only slightly before you resume tormenting me. I wirthe helplessly against your pelvis, trying for more friction than is possible in the water. He comes down from the deck, a less than welcome distraction. “I know you ladies are having fun, and I’m certainly enjoying the show, but the steaks are ready. If you don’t want tough meat, you’ll want to take a break.” I look up as you release my breasts and he takes my hands, to seemingly help me from the pool. Instead, your thumbs hook around the edge of my bottoms, and as I stand you slip them down replacing them with your mouth as you envelope my clit with warm moisture and pressure. His lips come down to mine, absorbing my startled moan. His hands hold me steady as you drive two fingers up inside my centre, stroking against the front wall of my pussy while your lips and tongue drive my clit crazy. Your free hand holds me against your mouth, preventing any delaying of my orgasm and the feeling of both your touch and his quickly puts it into overdrive.
When I come down, he attempts to release my hands. However, his arousal pushing through the top of his waistband entices me. “We can’t eat dinner with you in such a state of ‘discomfort’.” I inform him with a smirk. I step out of the pool and press my breasts again his back. I peek around his side to look at you. “I think you should give him some relief since you’re still down there.” You turn over, still in the pool and slip his trunks over his hips. His shaft jumps as you brush the side, and a drip of fluid forms on the tip. You lick it away and wrap your mouth around the head, sucking gently. He moans and thrusts deeper his hands on the back of your head as my fingers find his nipples and tweak them into hard nubs.
With some effort you take his length into your mouth, the tip rubbing the ridges at the back of your throat. Each time you fully sheath him, he groans low and grinds against you. My stroking of his nipples soon turns to pinches as he begins to fuck your mouth in earnest. “I’m going to cum.” He moans, thrusting faster still. I peak around him “If you want him in your pussy later, you’d better swallow it all. We don’t want any in the pool.” You nod and moan an affirmative around him, your hands on his hips, urging him deeper still. As I watch his grip tightens, he holds your head hard against his hips as he fills your mouth. Your throat convulses as you swallow, and when his grip relaxes, your head pulls back slowly, making sure to clean him up as he withdraws.
We head up to the deck, where dinner is waiting. On the way we grab our suits, wringing the water out and hanging them over the railing and throwing on our cover-ups. Not having dried off first, the translucent fabric is completely transparent in moments, but it is more fun than being nude. Dinner and dessert are delicious and we spend the time flirting and teasing. When it’s over I get up and clear the table. Heading into the house I call over my shoulder that you should amuse yourselves for a bit while I wash dishes.
He looks at you in nothing but a transparent swim cover and reaches out. Nothing loathe, you slip out of your chair to settle on his lap. Your back rests against his warm chest as he begins to kiss your neck and shoulders, the cover slipping down to be held up by your still hard nipples. He reaches down and lifts your legs spreading them open and bracing them on the edge of the table. You moan in anticipation. “Shhh, be quiet or I’ll have to spank you.” He whispers in your ear and you shiver with delight. The swim cover slides up your legs, pooling on your stomach, your centre is completely exposed; you can feel the heat of the sunlight filtering through the leaves as well as the slight breeze as air runs over your wet bud. You can feel his erection pressed against your back, pulsing slightly along with his heartbeat.
He begins to explore your body slowly, every time he touches you he makes you feel like it’s the first time and he revels in teasing you slowly. He cups your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples using the seam of the cover up to draw out your arousal. Your hips shift and you sigh. “Please.” It’s little more than a whisper. “Please what?” He loves yo make you tell him what you want. The more detail the better. “Please, finger my pussy.” Just saying the words makes your hips quiver. He presses two fingers to your lips. They part and you suck on his fingers. He groans and his hips thrust a little against your back. He removes them from your mouth and you watch as the descend to hover an inch above your centre. “Is this what you want?” You bite your lip to keep from whimpering out loud. “Yes, please, oh yes.”
He lowers them until they’re just resting on your mound. You whimper a little in frustration as he slowly slips them lower. He circles your clit and labia, big slow circles, each one getting smaller but not quite touching where you need it so badly. He parts your lips, running his fingers up your slit to open you further. He dips a finger in, tracing the tip along the shape, not giving you the pentration you crave. He finds your clit, he stops right on it not moving, no pressure, just a slight touch. You writhe, you feel the drops forming on his tip and soaking your back. He begins to stroke your clit, stopping every few moments to dip his fingers into your orifice, each entry deeper, each circle taking you higher. His other hand still plays with your breasts, the flicks and strokes and pinches to your nipples mimicking the ones to your clit.
He plays with you endlessly, taking you close to the edge, but not over it. You’re a writhing, moaning, begging wet mess. “Please, fuck me. I need your cock inside my pussy.” He smiles against your ear, biting gently before answering. “You’re quite the slut tonight aren’t you? Wanting to be fucked by your friend’s husband when she’s out of sight.” Like everything else tonight, this is a game. He knows I want him to fuck you on his own as much as I want you and as much as I want to watch. You know it too and your begging increases. “Please, she doesn’t need to know, I’ll do anything you want. Just please fuck my pussy right here.” His hand leaves your centre and joins the other at your breasts. “Stand up.” He augments his command with a sharp tug at your nipples. You obey and he turns you to face him.
He yanks the transparent cover off and reaches for your bikini top, using it to bind your hands together as he bites and sucks your nipples roughly. He stands and pulls you in for a punishing kiss before using your bottoms to gag you. “Bend over the table.” You comply, your nipples pressed against the warm glass, your legs spread, and your wet pussy exposed. His hands are on your ass spreading your cheeks. His tip probes your back entrance and you lean into it. He presses in, opening it more before pulling back and adjusting to press against your soaking hole. “Is this what you want?” He dips in and pulls back as you moan, each teasing thrust makes your hips rock back, trying to pull him in. His hands on your hips tighten as he finally begins to enter you. Your eyes roll back as you stretch around him. Your pulsing muscles resist the pentration. He fucks you slowly, a little at a time, until finally, he’s sheathed fully in you. His testes rest against your clit, and your walls squeeze and relax as his head presses against your cervix. You grind your hips a little and are rewarded with a groan from him and a snack on your ass. “Hold still.” You grind once more before his fingers dig into your hips.
He begins to thrust, slow and deep. Each thrust pulls him almost all the way out before burying him fully in you again. He reaches up and uses your shoulders to pull you up slightly, the other hand stays on your hip. The adjustment is enough to pull your breasts off the table, you can hear as well as feel each full thrust as your breasts and more importantly, your nipples slap the warm glass. As the thrusts continue, your walls begin to tighten, you bite down on the gag as you try to control your moans. He maintains the same pace as you cum, your juices flooding out. Through your orgasm the thrusts continue, keeping you at the peak. Your earlier easing of his lust means his endurance his higher and the gag means you can’t beg him to stop even if he’d listen. His hand releases your shoulder, but instead of letting you go, now it pins you hard to the table. Your head turns to the side and you find yourself at eye level with my pussy.
His hand on your hips, moves between your legs to stroke your clit as he continues to make you ride orgasm after orgasm. You note my fingers are knuckle deep inside me, despite your not having noticed me joining you. “Do you like being a slut for us?” My voice is soft, but clear over your muffled moans. You nod. “Do you want him to let you stop cumming?” You nod. “Do you think you’ve earned a break? This time, you can’t respond as your eyes roll back and your body tries to arch against his hand between your shoulder blades. He’s pinching your clit hard as he probes against your cervix. Your body goes limp, no longer able to take your weight.
He slips out, holding you gently as you collapse on the deck. I stand and hand you a glass of water as you recover, leaning against where you were just pinned. He slips inside momentarily before coming to sit beside me in front of your kneeling form. “I think you’re enjoying her discomfort a little too much, don’t you?” He reaches around me and slips his fingers inside. I look over startled and notice the array of toys he retrieved. You begin to revive as he pulls my arms behind my back and folds them before using my swimsuit to bind them.
He leaves me sitting against the table and reaches down to help you up and release your bonds. He sits in one of the deck chairs and tells me to come to him. “You’re going to put my cock in your ass and you’re going ride it like it’s a toy. While you’re doing that, your friend is going to play with your pussy until you’re a puddle on the floor just like she was.” With that he gags me with my bottoms, before turning me to face you, and pulling me onto his shaft. Your juices and mine mingle to provide the lubricant as he fills me. His hands rock my hips back and forth, grinding himself deeper and stretching me.
I watch as you reach for the pile of toys. One of the things he brought out is an insulated cup, still closed. I know what it contains and I can’t resist a shudder as your hand hovers over it. Your grin widens as you observe my expressions. You grab the vibrator first and turn it on to it’s lowest setting, it’s one of the cool U-shaped ones with internal and external vibration. You slip it inside and he and I both moan as the sensation passes through my pussy to my ass. Next your hands and mouth find my nipples, making sure they’re at the peak of hardness. You attach the pins, pulling on each as I arch, my breasts following the direction of your pull, while my ass continues to writhe around his cock.
You step back for a moment, content to watch me writhe. I meet you gaze as my hips rock back and forth, my jaw clenches as I try not to cry out. You turn up the vibrator. The sensation is like an electric shock through my pelvis and my body tenses. He begins to thrust rather than allowing me to just grind, the feeling of the vibration against his shaft provides stimulation and pushes him towards filling me with his cum. You allow the vibrator to begin taking me over the edge before pulling it out and turning it off. If I hope my torment is over, I am disappointed as you reached for the cup. In it, several thick shafts of ice wait.
You remove one, sealing the rest to prevent them from melting. You lick it, starting the melting process and ensuring it won’t stick unpleasantly. My hips move faster on his shaft as you hold it above my breasts, letting drops fall and streak down my tanned skin, well away from my pinned nipples, but close enough to graze the areolas as the drops fall off. The moan pulled from my lips as you place the tip against my pinned nipple is almost a growl. My hips buck against his hands pulling matching groans from him as my ass massages his shaft. You circle it before repeating the process on my other nipple. I’m whining under my breath as you continue to play, removing and replacing the pins, taking my cold hard nipples into your mouth and suckling them until they’re warm and aching, and finally pressing the ice back against my nipples shocking me to the edge of orgasm. All the while he’s thrusting, driving up into my ass, filling me and preventing me from writhing away.
The first length of ice is fully melted, and you’re reducing me to mindless, wordless whimpering, hovering on the edge of a vast orgasm, allowing me only the littlest ones before easing back. You pull out a second length and draw a line down my torso, from between my breasts to just above my clit. You lean in and whisper in my ear “I’m going to fuck you with this now.” You place a kiss on my gag and a deeper one on his mouth. Then with no further warning you drive the ice fully into my core. I arch and buck and writhe as each convulsion of my centre brings the ice into full contact with my walls. I don’t know whether I’m trying to escape to trying to take it deeper as I feel the cold water slip into my cervix causing even greater contractions. He is not immune to my response either as my muscles begin to milk his shaft hard with each thrust. Unable to get deep enough he spills us both out of the chair onto the deck keeping himself sheathed inside and pinning me to the floor. I can feel his fingers digging into my hips close to leaving bruises as he thrusts in my ass hard, fast and deep.
You push a third ice shaft inside me from underneath his legs and I scream around the gag as he continues to pound my ass. With one final thrust he allows my spasming muscles to milk the ropes of cum from his shaft. I groan as he withdraws and the water drips from my pussy. I don’t know what’s water and what’s my juices anymore as I kneel in a slowly forming puddle. You reach down and untie me as he slips away to clean up. I totter unsteadily to my feet and go clean up as well. You spray down the deck to prevent staining.
Once we’re all cleaned up, the three of us slip back into the pool not bothering with suits to cool off after the evening’s shenanigans. Our eyes meet and we know it’s going to be a long night. You’re sleeping over.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n17uun/the_swimming_pool_ffm_anal_toys_ice_exhibitionism