The morning was clear and bright – the perfect day to be out on the water at Lake Mead with our couple group of friends. The boat was loaded with snacks, adult beverages, and a bevy of bikini-clad ladies ready for a day of fun. We spent the better part of the day wake boarding and taking in the amazing scenery around us. The boat was sleek and fast, and we all laughed at how the bikinis barely did us girls any service as we bounced over the choppy waves.
As the day progressed, the men were more than generous to help us with reapplying sunscreen in hard-to-reach places. I smiled behind my sunglasses as I watched Jack rubbing sunscreen on one of the other wives. The movements of his hands along her body took me back to the way he had touched me the last time we were together months ago. I wanted to feel his touch all over again.
Glancing at my husband, he was engrossed in conversation with Julie (refer back to Chapter 23). He was at the front of the boat, in charge of holding up the flag whenever the wakeboarder went down. Julie was sitting on his lap, straddling him, so that she could see ahead, while he looked behind her at the person wakeboarding. A solid system for observation, if you ask me. As the boat rocked along, my husband’s free hand held on to Julie’s waist, occasionally dipping lower to her hip as he played with the string to her bikini. It was quite thrilling for me to watch him enjoy the tease and try to conceal his ever-growing bulge in his swim trunks as she sat on him.
Before long we were ready to head back to the house to clean up for dinner. The girls once again gathered in the master bathroom to rinse and hang our swimwear to dry, garnering longing glances from our husbands as they passed by the open door. I was ready to shower and rinse off the lake water, but with my bikini hung up, I had to walk through a portion of the house nude to get back to my room. The men were in the kitchen still drinking when I casually sauntered by. I didn’t think they’d mind a little break in their conversation.
As I turned on the water to the shower in our bathroom, I heard the door open and close behind me. My husband was more than a little aroused having watched me pass through the house without my clothes. He quickly shed his own attire and stepped into the walk-in shower with me. I giggled softly as he pressed me against the cool tile wall, leaning my head back for him to kiss my neck. The water rained down on half of our bodies as he began to massage my breasts with his hands.
His fingers traced down my waist and planted firmly on my hips, pulling them into him. I felt his cock, almost fully hard, pressing into my stomach, pulsing and growing with every kiss he gave me. As his hands gripped my sides, I felt his mouth slide down my neck, my chest, my stomach, until he sank fully to his knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, my husband used his fingers to gently part my pussy lips. He was ready to explore me. I inhaled sharply as his tongue penetrated me and began to swirl around my clit. Running my fingers through his wet hair, I pulled him into me to feel the soulful caress of his mouth against me.
I bit my lower lip as I began to cum in his mouth, willing myself to hold in a moan. With that, my husband stood up in front of me and spun me around. His mouth breathed heavily against my shoulder as he positioned the tip of his cock behind me. Arching my back for him, he found the entrance he desired. His fingers intertwined with mine as I held myself up against the shower wall. With one smooth movement, he filled me deep. I could feel him bottom out in me with every thrust, building a climax quickly for me. Tightening around him, I panted as I began to cum. He continued to pump through my orgasm and soon found his own, filling me with stream after stream of his seed.
The sound of the shower water on the tile floor concealed our heavy breathing as we finished rinsing off. Toweling off together, we enjoyed one last kiss before dressing for the evening. We had planned a game night before dinner, with each couple bringing a sexy game to play. Gathering in the living room, we were all ready with drinks in hand, and naughtiness in mind. Hilarity and laughter ensued as the games commenced. Everyone had written a game or dare on a slip of paper to be mixed up, with each person drawing from the bowl. One of the husbands as blindfolded and had to find a hidden sticker on another wife’s body. Two girls had to kiss as though they were in a movie until one laughed and broke character. I had to give a strip tease to Peter. And finally, it was my husband’s turn to draw. He jokingly rolled his eyes and groaned as he read aloud his dare: he was to wear a cock cage to dinner that night while two of the wives teased him throughout the meal.
Needless to say, everyone was ready to leave for dinner in record time to see this. I had never seen a cock cage in person, so I had no skills to offer as my husband put it on and dressed to go out. We all enjoyed a giggle during the car ride and as he found his seat at the restaurant table. Annie and Julie sat on either side of him at the table. Everyone could tell by his expressions that the girls were enjoying themselves as they rubbed along his legs and leaned over to let their tops hang low for him to see.
Jack and I sat next to each other and shared a laugh at the evening’s festivities. Leaning over, Jack whispered in my ear that he was glad he wasn’t in the cage, because his cock was so full for me that it wouldn’t fit. I blushed and suddenly found myself warm at this confession. Before I could respond, Jack’s hand moved smoothly under the table to rest on my thigh. I gathered all my composure to outwardly appear collected as inwardly my heart raced. My pussy began to pulse as Jack slowly squeezed my flesh, moving higher up my leg with a sense of confidence.
I repositioned my linen napkin over my lap so that Jack’s hand was concealed. His fingers reached my cotton panties but weren’t deterred. In a swift motion, Jack nudged them aside as his fingers began to slide against my wetness. I glanced at him to see him nonchalantly sipping his drink as though he was enjoying nothing more than a casual dinner out with friends. But my body knew something different. Jack was enjoying more than just the drink. His fingers played softly against me, slipping ever so gently in and out of my lips. I could feel my dampness against my inner thighs and once again attempted to control my breathing.
As our group chatted, Jack caught my eye and held my gaze. He slid his fingers out of me and returned my panties to their original state. His hand trailed down my leg and straight up to his mouth where he took the tip of each finger in his mouth one after the other. An onlooker would have thought he was simply licking up sauce from his food, but only I knew that I had been his cuisine this night. The remainder of dinner was a blur of good-natured banter and laughter as my husband struggled through his meal.
Arriving back at the house, my husband finally freed himself and we all enjoyed conversation a bit longer before saying goodnights. As we went to our room, I told my husband what Jack and I had shared at dinner. He smiled and pulled me to him, asking me if I had liked it. I whispered that it had made me wet and I wanted my husband to enjoy the rest of what Jack had started. We fell into bed together and began to pull at each other’s clothes as we kissed. Rolling me onto my back, my husband sank on top of me, the full weight of him pressing me down into the soft sheets. I felt my lips throb as his hard shaft grazed against my open legs. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I kissed him, letting our tongues dance against each other in unbridled passion. His hands kneaded my breasts, pulling at my nipples until they were firm from his touch.
I raised my hips to my husband and dug into his back with my fingernails as he entered me. He was swift and thick. Each pump of his cock sent waves of pleasure through my body. I felt my core tighten. His breathing became harsh as he pulsed in me. I pulled my legs up and around his waist, spreading myself for him to take freely. He lowered down on to me further, his mouth taking mine once again. Moaning into him, I clenched down as I began to cum, feeling his own warmth fill me from within.
He lay on me for a while as our breathing slowed and pulses calmed. When he finally pulled out of me, I felt the familiar trickle of him down my swollen lips. A reminder that he had been in my most intimate of places. And that it was his to enjoy, fill, and share as we so desired.
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