Chapter 3
David and Zack sat by the pool on padded lounges and watched Casey and Wendy cavort in the pool.
The bottom of Casey's thong bikini didn't quite cover her bush, her bra barely covered her nipples, and Zack had trouble keeping his eyes off her, but tried hard to hide his interest.
Wendy turned her back to the men and kept her voice low so Zack couldn't hear. "I love your bikini. I wish I could wear something like that instead of this thing that covers me all over like a wet blanket."
"Why don't you? You've got a gorgeous body."
"Zack would have a fit," Wendy said ruefully. "Ever since we got here, he can't keep his eyes off you, but he'd die before he'd let me wear something so revealing. I can't even get him to wear a Speedo like David's wearing. That thing he wears looks like boxer shorts, and I hate it."
"Yeah," Casey snickered, "I noticed you sneaking a peek at David every chance you get."
"What girl in her right mind wouldn't look? Is that bulge for real?"
"Honey, you can't pad a Speedo. It's as real as his muscles."
"Well, that's a muscle too, isn't it?"
"You'd better believe it," Casey laughed, "and it gets real big when it's pumped up." She glanced up, as if checking that the sun was shining, then untied her bra and took it off. "It won't embarrass you if I get a little sun, will it?"
"Not me, honey," Wendy said, "but I don't know about Zack." She openly ogled Casey's tits. "They're beautiful, and I hope he does look at them."
"They droop a little," Casey said.
"Well, that's understandable, they are pretty big. They must weight at least ten pounds apiece."
"I've never weighed them," Casey laughed. "How do you weigh tits?"
"Set the scales on a cabinet and just lay them on it, I guess. I think they're sexy. So is your big bush. Zack makes me trim mine to it won't show when I wear a bathing suit. If I let it grow, it would be as big as yours."
"Probably bigger," Casey said. "Brunettes usually have more hair than blondes."
"I'd better swim," Wendy said, "or Zack will think I'm plotting something nefarious."
"Hmmm," Casey said, "would you like to plot something nefarious?"
"Oh, if only I could," Wendy said, then swam away.
Wendy knew she had a good figure, with a trim waist, graceful, shapely legs, nice hips, a first class ass that drew second and third looks, a pair of the finest tits in town, and she had never seen nipples as awesome as hers. When she went out without Zack, usually only to the mall to shop, she dressed to show off her attributes, going without underwear and wearing plunging necklines and short skirts. She loved giving guys and girls sudden, shocking views of her tits when she bent over or sitting with her thighs open just enough for them to see her exquisite, heavily-haired beaver.
Unfortunately, all that exposure had been nothing but a tease to put some much-needed spice into her dull life. She tried to lead Zack into daring conversations about the possibility of swinging, but he refused to listen. If she persisted, he left the room and wouldn't speak to her for hours.
Zack dragged his eyes away from Casey's bare tits and looked at David. "You know Howie Beech, don't you?"
"Only in passing," David replied.
"He's in a world of hurt. A little over a year ago, he contracted with a woman who runs one of those bookkeeping and administrative services out of her home so he'd have more time to devote to his business. You know the kind of thing where she does his books and taxes and he dictates his letters on a tape recorder and she does them on a word processor and mails them and so forth."
"Yeah," David said, wondering why Zack was going into such detail on such an inconsequential subject. When Casey took off her bra, he figured that she and Wendy were having an intimate conversation and she was setting Wendy up for the big question. He also knew that Zack couldn't keep his eyes off Casey's tits. Why, then, was he carrying on about some guy and his business instead of taking the bait? "How did it work out?"
"Not the way he thought it would," Zack said. "His wife got pretty friendly with her, and last month, they emptied his personal and business bank accounts and left town together, then he found out that the bookkeeper had been diverting all his money into her own account, all of his bills are months past due, and he owes a ton of money. Looks like he'll have to declare bankruptcy and go to work for somebody until he can get back on his feet. Damn shame, too, he had a nice little business going."
"That's a hell of a note," David said. "How's he taking it?" He didn't really care, but thought he ought to ask to be polite. He would much rather get his hands on Wendy and see if Casey was right about her being a hot little thing.
"I think his wife running off with another girl hit him the hardest," Zack said. "He had no idea she liked girls, and he thinks he's such a stud."
"Life is ironic. Maybe she didn't think she could tell him that she was bi, and suppressing it got to her."
"Yeah, maybe," Zack said. "I just hope that Wendy never springs a surprise like that on me." He rattled the ice in his glass and stared openly at Casey. "I hope you don't take offense, but your wife is one of the most stunning girls I've ever seen."
"No," David said, "I don't take offense, and I'm sure she doesn't either. I know how stunning she is, and when other guys look at her with lust in their eyes, I feel very proud. Sort of like the cock of the walk, even though I had nothing to do with the way she's built."
"You found her and married her," Zack laughed. "My wife looks like a midget beside her. What is she, around six feet?"
"Five foot, ten, actually. When she wears heels, she's nearly as tall as I am."
"You ever play football? You'd make a hell of a tight end."
"That's what I played in college," David said, "and center on the basketball team. I was pretty good at both, but not nearly good enough for the pros, and coming from a small college didn't help. That's how Casey and I met. She played center on the girl's basketball team, and I was one of the few guys she didn't feel self-conscious dating."
"I don't think I've ever seen such large, perfect breasts," Zack said, as if speaking to himself, then rattled the ice in his glass again and said a little louder, "Of course, they aren't too large for her body. They look just right on her."
"Wendy is just as well-proportioned," David said.
"You really think so? I think her breasts are too large for her small body."
"I don't," David said. "I think she's an absolute doll, and she'd look outstanding in a thong bikini and teeny-weeny bra."
"Oh, she would never wear one of those," Zack said. "Her breasts are too firm, I think. Casey's look a little softer."
"Hey, Casey," David called, "Zack thinks your tits are dynamite."
"Shit, David, don't embarrass me that way," Zack mumbled.
"Yeah, I heard," Casey said. She stood and stretched and casually sauntered seductively toward Zack. She stopped a couple feet from his lounge, pulled her thong up and rubbed the crotch through her slit, then removed it and straddled his lounge. "My husband and I are naughty, Zack."
Zack stared at Casey's bush and nearly choked on his tongue.
Wendy came out of the pool and stood at the end of David's lounge, flabbergasted by the surprising turn of events, hoping against hope that the party was going to turn into a swap affair. Zack traveled in the first year they were married, giving her a chance to experience a little strange cock now and then. But he was home all the time now, and the last three years had been a long dry spell, broken only by the all too rare times when she could coax Zack into fucking her. Her mind labored to conjure up the memory of what some other cock might feel like. She'd give most anything to see for herself if the bulge in David's suit was real, and take a ride on it, no matter what size it was. Anything to break up the monotony. She felt she would go out of her mind if she didn't get out of the terrible rut she was in.
"I'll be the straight man," Wendy giggled. "How naughty are you?"
"Very naughty," Casey chuckled. "David wants to watch me fuck you, Zack, and I want to watch him fuck your sexy little wife."
"Hot damn," Wendy exclaimed.
Zack glanced at his wife and said, "Wendy, what's got into you?" Often, he secretly fantasized about fucking Casey until she couldn't walk, but the only trouble was, in order to do that, he would have to agree for David to fuck Wendy, and he couldn't handle that scene.
"Nothing yet," Wendy giggled, "but I think it's only a matter of time before David does." She sat on the end of David's lounge and put her hand on the lump of his cock. "And I'm really looking forward to the experience."
Casey curled her crotch up, put her hands between her legs and peeled her pussy open and waved it at Zack. "Let's start with your tongue in my pussy, honey. You do eat pussy, don't you?"
"Very seldom, and very reluctantly," Wendy said.
"We'll see," Casey said.
She shuffled forward and put both hands behind Zack's head and pulled his mouth to her pussy so tightly he couldn't breathe. He knew she wasn't going to let him take a breath until he licked her, so he stuck out his tongue and dragged just the tip quickly up her slit. She let up on his head and wiggled her cunt up and down as he licked it, then tipped her crotch forward so he could lick her clit.
He wasn't licking her well enough to get her off, so she backed away. Maybe he was nervous and just needed a little time and encouragement to get in the swing of things. She leaned over and yanked his swimsuit down and cut her eyes up at him as she cuddled his cock between her tits and cooed, "Doesn't that feel good? You like my tits so much, I thought you might like to fuck them a little."
"Oh, this is fantastic," Wendy muttered. Without taking her eyes off Casey, she pulled David's cock out and wrapped her dainty fist around it, then glanced at it and her eyes widened. "Oh, wow, that thing's almost as big as I am. It must weigh as much as one of Casey's tits." She pulled his dick slowly and looked back at Casey.
Zack looked at his wife, a cloud of displeasure passed over his face, and he started to sit up. Casey pushed him back and licked the head of his cock, nibbled it with her soft lush lips, then swallowed him. He jerked, then bucked and shot his load. She drained him, pushed his cock out of her mouth with her tongue and looked at it with disdain.
"Well," she said slowly, "that certainly didn't take long. I hope it doesn't take you long to rally. I sure do want to ride your cock."
Zack leaped up, pulled up his bathing suit and nearly ran into the house. Casey watched him disappear through the door, then turned and looked at her husband and said dejectedly, "Well, I guess that's that."
"Damn, babe, I'm sorry," David said. "The way he was talking, I thought sure he wanted to fuck you."
"Well, so it goes," Casey said. She looked at Wendy and arched one eyebrow.
"I'm not going to chicken out and run away, honey," Wendy said quickly. "I'm going to stay right here and have some fun for a change."
"Then take off that ridiculous swimsuit and let us see your lovely body," Casey said. "Just because I can't fuck your husband doesn't mean that I can't watch David fuck you."
Wendy yanked David's swimsuit down to his knees, kissed the tip of his cock, then stood and stripped off her tacky suit and tossed it over her shoulder, glad to be rid of it.
Casey openly scrutinized the little brunette's naked body. She wasn't into girls, but she did appreciate beauty, and Wendy was certainly beautiful. Any guy who didn't want to fuck her every chance he got had to have rocks in his head. "Face David, you sexy little thing," she said, "and open your legs and show him your pretty pussy."
Wendy turned to face David and gave him a dazzling smile as she spread her legs and fluffed up her thick brown muff.
"Smooth the hair away from your slit and let him see how long it is. He-likes long slits."
"Oh, this is fun," Wendy giggled as she smoothed the hair away from her slit and curled her crotch up.
"Put your finger in your hole," Casey said, "and show him where you want him to put his big cock."
Wendy stuck her finger in her hole and jiggled it, and her hips lurched to and fro.
"I think you're wet enough," Casey said. "Sit on his cock. You can suck it later."
Wendy knelt over David's loins, reached between her legs and grasped his stiff rod and held it in place as she sat down, taking it to the hilt in her slick cuntal sheath. "Oh, fuck, baby," she whispered, "I think you're a cop or something."
He chuckled and bucked his hips to thrust his cock just a tad deeper, as deep as it would go without hurting her. "Why do you think I'm a cop?"
"Because," she sighed, "I'm sitting on your nightstick or billy club or wand, whatever it's called."
"It's a magic wand," Casey said. "It makes your pussy gooey and turns your mind to mush."
"Oh, God, is certainly does," Wendy exclaimed softly.
David reached up with both hands, cupped
Wendy's tits and squeezed them affectionately, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to let her know that he appreciated them. "Beautiful tits," he said softly.
Wendy took her left tit away from him, slid her hand under it, and held it out to him. His tongue flicked over her hard nipple, then a contented sigh gurgled up from his chest and through his mouth as he engulfed it with his lips and sucked lovingly. She felt the vibration of his sigh in her growing tit tip and her love button tingled, confirming her belief there was a direct connection between her nipples and her clit. "I like the way you suck tit," she whispered, stroking his hair.