I was about to walk over and shoo the ruffians away when she laughed and unbuttoned it. She held it closed and then flashed like a guy in an overcoat. They all cheered, which made everyone else look over. The few who caught sight of my wife’s body joined in the cheer. She wormed her way out of the group of guys who watched her walk toward me.
The guys high-fived and talked about her body and how she flashed them. ‘That must be one hell of a suit,’ I told myself as I saw a few of the guys shoot me dirty looks. “Do those guys know you’re married,” I asked when she was within earshot.
“I only know Gary, Brad, and Dave. I think they know. It’s not like I introduced myself as Brooke the married lady. I told people, but I can’t swear who knows and who doesn’t.” She kissed my cheek then whispered, “I wanted you to see my bikini first, but the Alpha Eta Pi boys wouldn’t let me leave until I showed them, so I gave them a quick flash. But you get to take off my dress and see the whole thing. She stepped back and smiled.
I reached up and pulled open the dress. I drank in the front of the swimsuit. I’m a chef, not a fashionista, so I don’t know the terminology to describe what she wore. It looked like one of those Japanese bondage harnesses. There was a small triangle that covered her mons and two smaller ones that covered her areola. I stared at her dumbfounded, until Brooke asked, “Do you like it?” I nodded as she shrugged the dress off and turned around so I could see the straps on her back were clear. It looked like she was naked when you saw her from the back. My cock swelled and I licked my lips as I stared at her firm ass. I wasn’t even sure if anything was covering her perfect rosebud.
“Brooke, we need you for a game.” A male voice called. I stood there and stared at my almost naked wife. My dick throbbed at the thought of all the people who would see her like this. She kissed my lips. “Can I go have fun?” Her tone left ‘daddy’ unspoken. She sounded like a little girl asking for permission to play with her friends. I nodded, she kissed me again and flounced off. I watched her ass as she returned to the pool. I lost sight of her when the frat boys swarmed her. After a few minutes, everyone but Brooke jumped in the water. Brooke jumped in soon after and yelled out “Marco.”
Everyone responded, “Polo.” I shook my head at how immature they were. I hadn’t played Marco Polo since middle school. I tried to follow the action, but I was busy with prep. I wanted to get everything ready so all I would need to do is cook. Once it was all set I planned to join the festivities.
When I looked up it seemed that Brooke had caught someone. But she was still ‘it’, She caught a few more and each time there was a struggle. My phone alarm sounded, so I tore my eyes away from them and went to the smoker to add more wood. When I shut the door, I heard a cacophony of male voices ring out. I looked over and saw Ella on the pool deck, her swimsuit bottoms in her hand. She slowly turned as everyone in the pool cheered and whistled for the bottomless hostess. Once they all got an eyeful, she pulled her bottoms on, then placed the blindfold over her eyes, jumped in, and called “Marco.”
I wondered why Ella flaunted herself like that, so I paid more attention. I watched Ella as she tried to catch someone. She submerged when she got close to Red. Red scurried away. After this was repeated a few times, with different people, a guy yelled, “FUCK! She got me.” Ella popped up, tossed a black… something… onto the pool deck, and handed him the blindfold. I realized Beard was the one getting out of the pool. When he stood up, I saw he was naked. ‘The black thing must be his bathing suit.’ I smirked when I realized this was a strip version of Marco Polo.
Now, I never thought of myself as small. I was seven and a quarter long and almost an inch thick. I never felt insecure about my size, until I saw Beard naked. Even with shrinkage from the chilly water, he was fuckin’ huge. He had to be over six inches long, flaccid. This time the girls in the pool were catcalling as he struck several classic bodybuilder poses.
That’s when it clicked. Whoever was ‘it’ had to strip someone to make them ‘it’. The new ‘it’ had to flaunt themselves before they tried to catch someone. That explained Ella’s show, and why Brooke was ‘it’ for so long.
I looked at the pool and saw Brooke’s long wavy honey brown locks. She was the closest to Beard and stared at his dick. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought she licked her lips in desire.
He pulled on the blindfold and jumped toward Brooke. Brooke backed away from him as he hurtled toward the water. He made a huge splash that blocked my view. As soon as he surfaced, he yelled “Marco.” and lunged for Brook. I grabbed my beach chair and headed for the pool deck to get a front-row seat to the action.
I hoped to see a few naked coeds shake their moneymakers. Before I took a dozen steps, an impeccably dressed man approached me. “Sir, I am James, the Butler, and house manager. Miss Ella wanted me to let you know she would like to eat between one and two o’clock.” He gave a slight German bow complete with a heel click, did an about-face, and marched away.
I looked at my watch and cursed under my breath. To have it ready at one, I had to start cooking ten minutes ago. I glanced over and saw Red get out of the pool. I thought she was gorgeous last night in her cocktail dress. Today she wore a skimpy bikini that her large natural breasts fought to escape. Her firebush was on full display. She was… angelic. I sighed and turned from the sight, so I could get the meat on the grill.
As I watched the sizzling meats, I tried to keep track of the game, but with so much going on I missed most of it. While the food sizzled, Brooke walked toward me. Her unsteady gait told me she had consumed more than a few drinks and felt no pain. As she got closer, I noticed her bikini was askew. Her right nipple was exposed, and part of her labia hung out the side of her bottoms. She had a strange, dreamy smile on her face and looked both guilty and happy. Before I could tell her to fix her swimsuit, she gushed, “Honey, I need to tell you something.”
“I saw the game. I’m fine if you showed off a little bit.”
She touched my arm. “At first, we had to expose someone’s genitals. That person had to get out of the pool and flaunt themself. As the game went on, the rule changed.”
“Changed how?”
“Well, to catch a girl you had to get a finger or tongue inside her pussy. If you caught a guy you had to get his dick in your mouth.”
“Did anyone catch you after the rules changed?” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear the answer or what I wanted it to be. All I knew was that my dick pulsated at the thought of one or more of these guys fingering my wife, or her taking one of them in her mouth.
“No. Not really.”
“What does, ‘not really’ mean?” I was annoyed at her evasiveness.
“Every time Gary was ‘it’ he would follow and grab at me. He felt my slit a few times but never penetrated me. Her voice held a note of pride that she had let a frat boy cop a feel but not finger bang her. “He tried to distract me and slipped his hand inside my top and played with my tit. I hope you’re not mad. It was only a little harmless fun.” I looked at my wife and felt a rush of love for her. I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me. Her tits crushed against my chest. I kissed her hard and drove my tongue into her mouth. As we kissed, I reached down and squeezed her ass. When we came up for air I told her, “As long as you’re having fun, I trust you. If things get too crazy, shout my name and I’ll rescue you.”