Everyone in the pool sucked in their breath and closed ranks. They gathered into groups and murmured as Brooke wrapped herself in a towel and pranced over to me. ‘Glad you’re having fun babe,’ I thought with ire. I watched her and considered how to handle this. I wasn’t mad she finger-banged herself for her friend’s titillation, I was mad she felt she needed to cover up. That made me feel like shit. ‘Does she not trust me? Or is she ashamed? Why didn’t she want me to know what she had done,’ I thought. I had no problem with what had happened. When she hid herself, I felt that was… improper. There was a part of me glad she could be so free. I’d never seen this side of her before but hoped I would again.
She sat on my lounge chair. “After lunch, we decided to play volleyball, but we kept arguing over the score. We decided that each time a team lost a point someone would lose a piece of clothing, the first team naked lost. After the first game, we decided that the person that fucked up would be the one to strip, and if no one fucked up, then the person who scored picked someone to strip. The second game lasted too long. My team was down by five. I was the only player wearing something. My team decided I wouldn’t get near the ball. Ella changed the rules. Now if the person that failed to return the ball was already nude, they had to masturbate for one minute. No one on my team wanted to do that, so I was making every play until we lost. This is the tiebreaker. Next point wins. We can win, baby, especially if you’re cheering for us.”
“So you’re willing to be naked and masturbate for casual friends and strangers? But you cover yourself when you sit with your husband? What are you ashamed of? Me? Or your actions?” My voice filled with disapproval. I spoke loud enough for everyone in the pool to hear. Every eye turned to us and watched to see what she would do.
“You’re not mad,” she mumbled.
“No. I agreed to let you have fun today, so have fun. The only rule is you come home, with me, when it ends.”
She looked at me puzzled, then realization dawned in her eyes. I watched as her body relaxed and she dropped the towel to the ground. She stood up and stretched to let everyone see her lithe form. After she stretched, she bent over and kissed me, a deep soulful kiss, full of passion and promise. My toes curled in pleasure. I knew at least part of the reason she did this was to show her ass and slit to everyone in the pool, but I didn’t care. It’s not like they hadn’t seen her fuck already.
When she broke the kiss, I whispered, “I watched you and Gary at lunch. I saw you cum all over his cock.” Her eyes grew large, and a gasp escaped her lips. Before she could say or do anything, I raised my voice and said, “Go kick their assess babe.” As she turned, I swatted her so hard on the ass I could see my handprint.
I noticed all the girls in the pool gave me a weird smile like they knew something I didn’t. The guys glanced around, not sure if I was ignorant or apathetic to the obvious climax that was cumming. Once Brooke was in the pool, I stood up and sat on the edge. I watched the game and got an eyeful of the other ladies. I hoped I’d see a few of them frig themselves.
Cindy served and Brooke returned it. The volley lasted a long time when Brooke went for the spike. Cindy jumped to try and block it. The ball rolled down the net and landed in the water. Cindy only had her top left. If she stripped her team lost. Otherwise, Cindy would choose something for my wife to do. The two teams argued over where the ball landed. From my position, I knew what happened. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text message as everyone argued.
Once I sent the message, I looked at the two teams. I cleared my throat and announced, “I know what happened.” Everyone turned to look at me. I smiled as I leered at the wet boobs on display.
“How can we trust you,” Ella asked. “You won’t go against your wife.”
“Well, here’s how I see it. Brooke ignored me all day to slut around.” I winked at Brooke so she would know I wasn’t mad. “The way I see it, if both teams agree to accept my ruling, I have to choose between a naked Cindy or Brooke jilling off. Both appeal to me. I have a thing for Cindy’s firebush.” I leered at her tits as they bobbed on the surface of the water. When she realized my eyes had latched on to her succulent boobs, she covered them and turned away from me. I shrugged, not sure why she was such a shit.
“Or…” I paused and everyone stepped closer to me. “Cindy can, without fear of reprisal, get my wife to do anything she wants. Once Cindy is naked, her team loses. There’s no way anyone can have her do something embarrassing since the game will be over. There’s no risk to her at all. I find both options… enticing.”
Both teams huddled and discussed my offer. Brooke spoke up. “We accept if they do.”
“No.” Cindy hissed. “He’ll make me strip so his wife will win, and he gets to see me naked.” Her teammates surrounded her and I couldn’t make out what everyone said, but soon she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, “Fine. Whatever!”
“Cindy, Brooke please join me,” I said as I stood. I went to the lounge chair I snoozed on. They walked toward me; their wet tits jiggled with every step. It was enough to make me consider a pool in my yard. “So, before I announce who won, Cindy, what will you make Brooke do if you win the point?”
“That’s not fair,” Brooke hissed. “If it’s something your perverted dick likes, you’ll say she won.”
“I think after your little Nooner with Gary, you shouldn’t be telling me what’s fair.” Brooke opened and closed her mouth several times but didn’t say anything.
Cindy thought for a moment and said, “Make her masturbate to orgasm.”
“I hoped for something more imaginative, to make her nervous. Oh well. Brooke, check your phone.” Every eye followed my wet and naked wife as she walked over to her small bag and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it and tapped the screen a few times. She jogged back to us; her tits bounced with every step. She showed the phone to Cindy which showed I texted Brooke seven minutes ago.
“Fuck! We lost! Cindy told her team. Brooke jumped into the pool, wrapped her arms around Gary, and kissed him like he was a soldier who had returned home from Afghanistan. Cindy sat on the edge of the pool and slid in.
“Wait,” I called out. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. “I believe Cindy owes us a piece of clothing.”
Everyone cat-called Cindy and someone chanted “take it off.” Soon others joined in. The chant grew in volume as we got louder until she stood up and swayed her hips while her hands ran over her tits. After a few minutes, she shimmied out of her bottoms and revealed that beautiful firebush. We all cheered and clapped for her as she struck a pose.
My eyes feasted on the beautiful naked woman only a few feet away, and I felt my dick swell, then everyone jumped when a bolt of lightning struck a tree in Ella’s yard. The girls screamed in terror and the guys froze in shock.