I looked at her in surprise. “You’re not talking like a Tweet. What happened?”
She laughed. “I started doing that as a joke. It pissed off my folks, so I kept doing it when they were being assholes. Now it just slips out sometimes.”
I laughed with her and headed over to the group. Ella made introductions. Beard aka Big Cock was Gary, which didn’t surprise me but I felt butterflies in my stomach and a tingle in my groin I didn’t understand.
Dude was Doug, Bro was Brad. I shook their hands, then Ella led me over to Red aka firebush. She barely acknowledged me and turned away when I offered her my hand. “Nice to meet you too,” I spat. Cindy gave me a look of disgust with a flash of anger. I stepped back in surprise. Ella introduced me to the others, whose names I forgot over the years. I do remember the girls all hugged me, even the topless ones. That was nice. By the time I had met everyone, James had returned with my beer. I turned it upside down and said, “Pour some out for the homies.” I let it empty into the manicured lawn. “James, I need another beer,” I shouted at him.
I saw his body stiffen and he paused. “Very well, sir,” he said through clenched teeth. I laughed and went to join my wife and relax. When I found her, I was a bit irked that she was sitting on Gary’s lap. There were no seats anywhere nearby, or anywhere else for that matter. I moved closer to ask her to eat with me, then stopped in my tracks. I realized her towel had fallen off and she was still bottomless. Her ass ground against the billy-club he had for a cock. I watched as I balanced my food and took a beer from James. I slammed it and shouted for another without taking my eyes off my wife’s naked ass as it rubbed Gary’s groin. I couldn’t tell if he was inside her or not. She didn’t bounce, only rubbed her ass on him. Everyone around them talked amongst themselves, laughed at some inside jokes and shared experiences I wasn’t privy to. Even though I had been welcomed into the group, I was still an outsider.
Brooke didn’t join in the jocularity of her classmates, she concentrated on the orgasm she was about to have. I could tell by the expression on her face. I had seen it many times before. When she was about to cum, she concentrated on her pleasure to help it along. Her focus was so strong, she didn’t even know I was only two yards away. I ate as I watched my wife fuck another man. Her breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and pool water. Her face flushed, and I watched as the redness spread to her neck and upper chest.
Gary sat there and did nothing except take an occasional sip of his beer. Several others noticed and their conversations died as they watched Brooke, my wife, ride her classmate. Gary had a goofy smile on his face, while he sat there without any indication, he noticed what Brooke was doing.
Suddenly, her arms shot out and she grabbed the sides of the table. Her head hung down. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body quivered in pleasure. From my vantage point, I could see rivulets of girl cum that flowed from her pussy and ran down his muscular thigh. I damn near came in my pants when I saw her fluids drip off Gary’s leg, as her friends watched. Several people glanced at me, and conversations grew subdued with pointed looks in my direction. I went to my beach chair and sat down, unsure of how I felt. It was hot as hell to watch, but she was my woman. She denied me and rode him. I felt more than a little annoyed. Gary’s arm circled her waist, his hand resting on her breast. He looked over at me and winked as his hand squeezed her tit. I nodded at him, not sure if I wanted to know whether or not his cock was in my wife’s pussy, or how it would feel to break his nose.
I ate my food and drank several more beers as I tried to come to terms with what I saw. I knew I wanted her to have fun, but I thought fondling and a little tease would be all that she did. I never expected her to go all the way. Then I remembered, she stopped her birth control several months ago so we could have a child. Since we hadn’t been intimate in a while, I knew she wasn’t pregnant, but she was due to hit her fertile period soon. Brooke never looked for me. She stayed on Gary’s lap and joined in the conversation. I felt buzzed. Everyone else had finished and there was still some conversation and a bit of grab-ass going on. Almost all the girls had been stripped of their tops and a few guys swung in the breeze. I felt sleepy from the beer and went to lay down in one of the lounge chairs by the pool. The sun felt good on my face, but it stopped me from sleeping, so I put on my sunglasses and within minutes I was asleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later. It was cooler, and the shadows had grown longer. I feigned sleep so I could observe. Everyone was in the pool, playing volleyball. I saw two piles of swimsuits. One on each side of the net. As I watched Cindy leapt to spike the ball and I saw she was naked.
“Another strip game,” I muttered. Brooke was able to block the spike and Ella went up to return it but knocked it out of bounds. “FML,” Ella shouted as Brooke’s team cheered. I saw Brooke was topless and she hugged Gary who took a quick suck on her nipple. Ella climbed out of the pool, and everyone turned to watch her. She did a bump and grind while she slid her bottoms off. She added them to the pile on the other team’s side of the net and jumped back in the water.
Brooke served, this time to a guy who bumped it, Cindy set it and Brad spiked it. No one on Brooke’s team was close enough to try to return it. Brad pointed to a blonde who flipped him the bird. She climbed out and did a bump and grind while she removed her top, her bottoms were long gone. Once she was naked, she jumped back in and Brooke served. Cindy launched herself and returned the ball to Brooke so hard, that Brooke dove out of the way. The ball landed inbounds by a hair. Everyone laughed and cheered as Brooke looked at me, her nervousness was palpable. I snored, shifted a little bit, and awkwardly rubbed my nose so she would believe I was still asleep.
Brooke climbed out of the pool. She looked like Venus rising from the waves. She was nude, not even a scrunchy in her hair. She sat on the edge and spread her legs. Her back was to me so I couldn’t see what she was doing but the way she moved left no doubt. She was openly masturbating for everyone to watch. They all gathered around to get a nice closeup of her moist slit. I grew hard at the salacious show my wife put on. I could hear faint moans and knew she was close. Before she could get there Cindy called, “Time!”
“Fucking mothershittng fuck,” she screeched as she forced herself to stop.
“New rule,” Ella yelled before Brooke could move. Everyone looked at her. “From now on, whoever wins the point gets to personally strip whoever failed to return the ball. If that person is naked, the winner gets to choose what they do. Any objections?” Everyone looked around, but no one said a word. Brooke was about to jump into the pool. I sat up, stretched, and yawned. Brooke spun around and hid her breasts with her left forearm, her right hand covered her mons. ‘Little late babe. I saw you jilling off for them, but you hide yourself from me.’ I was miffed by her actions. I looked at her and pretended to be confused. “Brooke, are… are you… na… NAKED?” I asked.