My name is John, and I was once a lawyer in the Air Force. I retired as a Colonel after serving for 24 years. My wife tragically died in a plane crash, and after winning a lawsuit, together with the investment account my dad had set up for me while I was still in High School, I was now worth over two million dollars. When I retired, I was stationed at Nellis Air Force Base, and since I liked the area, I decided to buy a very large house and live in Las Vegas, Nevada.
My son had also joined the Air Force and was now an F-16 Pilot. He was deployed to the middle east for a minimum of 8 months and possibly up to 12 months. While he was gone, I started an affair with his wife. As it turned out, we both had a high sex drive, and since her husband was going to be gone for nearly a year, and I was a widower, we decided to satisfy each other’s sexual needs. It helped that she lived in my house.
My daughter-in-law was named Shannon. She was 24 years old, blond with blue eyes, stood about 5’7″, and weighed about 120 pounds. She had the figure of a swimsuit model with a great ass and 36C cup breasts. I know I’m an asshole for fucking my son’s wife, but in my defense, it wasn’t my idea. She approached me with the idea one day while we were by the pool. She was wearing a tiny thong bikini, and when she noticed my erection (which she had caused), she suggested we help each other out. Since the first time we fucked, she has slept in my bed. Like I said, we both had a high sex drive, so it wasn’t unusual for us to fuck several times a day.
One day she had brought a friend over, a girl named Ellen, whose husband was in my son’s squadron, and was also deployed. She was lonely and horny, and Shannon suggested I could help her out. When she left my house, she was very satisfied. That night, Shannon jokingly said there were probably a lot of officer’s wives who were lonely and horny while their husbands were overseas. I told her to go to sleep. I wasn’t interested in fucking the entire Officer’s Wives Club.
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I was lying by the pool catching some late afternoon rays when Shannon sat down next to me. She asked if I would be okay with her having a pool party for some of her friends. I told her I didn’t have a problem with it, and I would be happy to grill some hamburgers for her. I asked her how many people she was inviting, and she answered, “About twenty, but I’m just inviting them to be nice. I know all of them won’t come. I’d be surprised if more than ten showed up.”
“Well, let me know as soon as you can so I know how many hamburgers to prepare. How about drinks? Do I need to get anything special?”
“I’d say a 12 pack of Coke, a 12 pack of Sprite, and a 12 pack of Coors Lite. I’ll mix a pitcher of Margaritas. I have enough fixings to make several pitchers if we need it.”
“Okay. Next question. When are you planning to have this little party?”
“I’ll see everyone on Friday and ask them then. I was thinking about next Tuesday if that’s okay with you.”
“Sounds good.”
When Shannon came home Friday afternoon, she said only eight of her friends had said they could come over on Tuesday. I told her I would go to the store the next day and buy the hamburger meat, buns, and the drinks.
The girls started arriving shortly before 11:00 am on Tuesday. I was wearing my swim trunks, a Hawaiian shirt, and sandals. Shannon introduced me to each of our guests as they arrived and then showed them to the pool house so they could change into their swim wear. They ranged in age from about 24 to 35. Some were very attractive, but a couple could best be described as plain. Most came out of the pool house wearing bikinis, but a couple wore a one piece suit. I noticed Ellen was there and she flashed me a big smile.
I joined everyone around the pool, lying on a lounge chair and working on my tan. I had rubbed tanning lotion on my arms and legs and on my chest, and being the caring host, I asked if anyone needed help with their backs. Several girls raised their hands and said, “yes please!” I noticed a couple of the older ladies gave them a dirty look. Oh well. If they wanted to be prudes, it was their loss. Maybe they were just trying to keep up appearances as the faithful wife. Not my problem.
I grabbed the tanning lotion and walked over to the first girl I saw who was still waving her arm. I sat down on her chaise lounge and introduced myself. “Hi. I’m John.”
“Hi, John. I’m Marcie. You have a lovely house. Thanks for letting us come over.”
“You’re quite welcome. If you don’t mind my saying so, you have a beautiful smile.”
I’m not even sure it was possible, but it seemed as though she flashed me an even bigger and brighter smile. If I had to guess, I would say Marcie was about 25 years old. She appeared to be very fit with a very toned body. She was probably about a 34 C cup. Not huge, but more than a mouth full. I poured an ample amount of suntan lotion in my hand and started rubbing it on her shoulders. When I moved my hand up the back of her neck, I could feel her shiver. I continued rubbing and then I started massaging her shoulders. She said, “Damn, that feels good. Are you a professional masseur?”
I chuckled and answered, “No, just an old, retired Air Force lawyer who likes to make beautiful women feel good. And, I definitely don’t want them to get burned on my watch.” I made sure both shoulders were thoroughly covered in lotion before I moved down her arms. As I was kneading her biceps, I heard her moan. I said, “Tell me if I’m too rough.”
Marcie turned her head so she could look me in the eyes, and then she said, “Don’t worry. I sometimes like it rough. And by the way, you may be retired, but you are not old. You are fit as hell.”
“Well, thank you Marcie. That is very kind of you to say. Lift your arms for me.”
I started rubbing lotion on the undersides of her arms, then I moved down her side to her waist and then back up. I brushed against her breasts, but she didn’t make a move to stop me. I told her to lie on her stomach so I could spread the lotion on her feet, calves, and thighs. She had a great ass and I thought I would love to see it without the bikini bottom. I told her it might be better for her to lie face down for a while, and when she wanted to get a tan on her front, I would help her with the lotion. She flashed me another one of her great smiles and said, “I look forward to it.”
I walked over to the next girl, and asked, “Ready?”
She gave me an equally bright smile and answered, “I was born ready. I want the same treatment that you gave Marcie and take your time to make sure you’re thorough. I burn easily.”
She was a brunette with brown eyes and skin that made me think she was either Italian, Greek, or maybe Hispanic, although she didn’t have a hint of any accent. Regardless, I found it hard to believe that she burnt easily. But, if she wanted me to be thorough, I was more than happy to oblige. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Helena, so I assumed I was right when I thought she might be of Greek heritage. I made sure I gave her the same treatment as Marcie, and I heard her moan a couple of times when I was rubbing below her breasts. I told her the same thing I told Marcie about doing her front when she was ready to turn over. Of course, I had offered to do their backs because it was hard for them to reach, but I knew they were both perfectly capable of applying lotion to their front without my assistance. Since they both indicated they wanted me to help them, I was more than willing. Before I stood up, I told Helena to excuse me while I jumped in the pool. I said I was getting sweaty, but the truth was, I was getting an erection.
I stood up and quickly ran to the edge of the pool and jumped in. I swam to the far edge and back again, and then stood there long enough to let my dick get soft. That wasn’t an easy task because as I stood there looking out at the patio, all I could see was a group of mostly beautiful women in skimpy bikinis. It didn’t help knowing that just like Shannon and Ellen, they were all probably lonely and horny.
I pulled myself out of the pool and, as I was walking over to put some lotion on another of the women who had been waving her hand when I asked who wanted me to put lotion on their back, Shannon intercepted me and asked to go in the pool house with her. I noticed she had a big grin on her face, so I asked, “What’s up?” She said, “You are a very popular host. Everyone seems happy about being here today.”
“Well, I’m glad everyone’s having fun. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do. I’ll give it about an hour and then I’ll start the grill.”
She led me over to the large full-length mirror and pointed to my crotch. Although my hard-on had subsided, my wet swim trunks were plastered to my cock. There was no hiding what I was packing. I was embarrassed, but when I looked at Shannon, she still had that shit-eating grin on her face. She said, “Like I said, you are a very popular host.”
There was nothing I could do about my situation until my trunks dried. I hoped by then my crotch wouldn’t be so obvious. In the meantime, I met two of the other girls who said they wanted me to rub lotion on their backs. When I was finished, I decided to go fire up the grill. As I was headed to the grill, I saw both Marcie and Helena watching me with a big grin on their faces. I didn’t look down, but I assumed my trunks were still plastered to my dick. Marcie said, “Don’t forget to do my front later.”