Failure.
CHAPTER 18
I felt a cold wash of uncertainty as I was the first one out of the pool and didn't know if everyone would laugh if I immediately got dressed. I had never skinny dipped with others before and didn't know if there was some kind of etiquette.
Already, the skinny lesbian, Amy, was sitting up on the edge of the pool, legs parted, while the chatty guy floated between her knees looking at her pussy. She smiled down at him knowingly and superior. She didn't seem anxious to clothe right away.
I wrapped the towel around my waist, feeling stupid.
When the kids started getting out, they made a big deal of preparing for some sunbathing with sunscreen. Talking all the while, they applied the lotion to themselves and helped others.
My breath came hard as Allison approached me, holding the sunscreen bottle out to me, and smiling with satisfaction. "Lube me up, dude."
I swallowed hard and glanced over at Tessa to see if she was making a disapproving face. Her eyes saw and met mine, but she was chatting with Garren and another girl as if they all weren't sitting on the edge of the pool naked. Nothing in her expression changed. She stood up and grabbed her towel. She said to Garren, "I'm going to rinse first, real fast."
He said, "Sounds good; so will I."
They went into the pool house together.
I accepted the bottle and raised my eyebrows in question. I couldn't help but let my eyes fall to her breasts and down to her trimmed pussy. I looked away fast.
Allison giggled. "Be brave; I don't bite. Just make sure you're thorough. After, I'll oil you up." She patted her hair with her towel and swept it out of the way. With her back to me, she waited.
I gulped and squirted some lotion in my hand. My eyes admired the delicate and youthful swell of her ass. My heart hammered as I began spreading the sunscreen on her shoulders. Within seconds, I was working it in as if I were applying the first coat of wax on a car. My work instinct took over and I worked fast and thorough. My hands traveled down, caressing her waist and ass. Down further along her young legs and down to her feet. Working this way, I was able to finish her backside while not concentrating too much on how silky her skin felt. I wasn't interested in Allison, anyway; I was interested in my wife. The work ethic took over and allowed me to get it all done without exposing my nerves.
Tessa came out with Garren, giggling. He was fully erect. She picked up her bottle of sunscreen.
My breath caught. I asked Allison, "How many showers are in that cabana?"
"One, why?"
"Nothing…" But my mind was feverishly trying to fabricate more time than it had taken for the few minutes than they were in there. They must have rinsed off together.
Allison twisted around as I finished with her heels and suddenly her pussy was in my face. She smiled down at me and said, "Front now."
I thought I was going to faint. I couldn't stop looking at how differently her folds were shaped than my Tessa's. Allison had a protruding clit with a generous hood and fleshy labia. With a hand tremor as violent as any sufferer of Parkinson's, I applied lotion to her feet and worked up. I both dreaded and anticipated reaching the area of her hips and I faltered several times as I looked directly at her pussy.
I didn't ever think of Allison that way, but suddenly I just wanted to open my mouth and… bite her pussy. I wanted to lick it so savagely… As my hands worked just above her knees, I became aware of the stirrings of my dormant dick. I looked down in alarm, but the swirling sensations of filling were just the initial beginnings. It was maybe a little swollen, but still hung limply. I breathed with relief and was fast with reaching the level of her hips.
She stuck one leg out a little to allow me to get between her thighs.
I rubbed faster, hoping to get to her pussy and also yearning to be beyond it and have this all over with. My sight and senses were all on her. My fingers and palms avoided reaching too high. I moved my hands around, sliding lotion up her hips and moving higher.
She said reprovingly, "Be thorough. You missed the corners of my legs." She pointed to the joining area of her inner thighs to her lower abdomen.
I panted desperately, knowing there was no way I could apply the sunscreen without touching her pussy. I wavered and held the bottle up towards her. "Maybe you should do it…"
She laughed. "Go ahead; I trust you. Don't you wax cars for a living?"
I groaned," Yes…" Reluctantly, I oiled the indicated areas. My fingers brushed slickly along her labia and she thrust her hips forward to allow me to get it done right. With her pussy just inches from my open mouth, I swayed and swooned. I finished and moved higher, lightheaded as I rose unsteadily to my feet to finish her upper body.
She was looking at me with a questioning smile that appeared to ask if I liked what I saw. But she said nothing.
I didn't make a response. I furrowed my brow and pretended to be unaffected. Once again, my hands took up a decided tremor when I brushed them over her large breasts. I could not stop my fingers from giving them some instinctual light squeezes and caresses, though I cursed myself for not being able to control them. My face flushed deep with heat and my chest was so constricted that I panted for air.
Her nipples stood out and for a few seconds I couldn't tear my gaze away. Finally, though, I did, and I finished her with immense relief.
She said, "You're really good at that, and thank you for not pinching my nipples. Garren and the other guys always do." She rolled her eyes.
I almost coughed. "Uh, well, my work, I guess. What does Garren do?"
"Graphic design for websites."
Ah, computer work. Fingers constantly twitching. I almost asked, "Does he pinch hard?" But I suppressed it with a thorough throat clearing.
She grabbed the bottle. "Now you."
"Oh, uh, nah…" I shook my head and looked around for Tessa. She was fully oiled up and was already spreading lotion on Garren's back and arms. I felt relief that she wasn't overly interested in how I oiled her friend and also that I hadn't seen her get lubed up by Garren. A quick check showed erect nipples, but she was otherwise intact and not otherwise aroused.
Could I forgive her that? Him? Had they touched in the shower? Or only danced under the showerhead like giggling teenagers?
Allison admonished me. "You need some protection."
I need to be left alone! I sat and exposed my dick as the towel parted with my knees.
She pointed. "If I don't lube it up, it'll burn."
I gulped. "No, no… uh…"
Her look turned dour.
I relented. "Okay, fine, but just my back. I don't really want to tan…" I just wanted her to go away. My wife was rubbing sunscreen on Garren's tight butt and working lower. He stood there, taking it all and his dick was throbbing, lifted outwards.
On the other side of the pool, the chatty kid was lying back and lesbian Amy was talking to him while stroking lotion onto his dick. Really, though, she was jacking him. How many strokes did it take to spread lotion on it? Her hand was in constant motion and he was fully erect. From the back, Amy was bony and scrawny in an unattractive way - almost emaciated. But the guy was enrapt in whatever they were discussing among themselves.
I felt the coolness of the lotion hit my back as Allison squirted it directly onto my skin. Her little hands began spreading it all around my shoulders and much tension left me at the feel of her skin spreading oil on mine. Almost like a good massage, the sensation was super relaxing.
My eyes watched Tessa finish oiling Garren's backside. He turned to face her and she had to move to his side because his dick was pointing straight out. Fortunately, she didn't look at it other than to glance and realize she wasn't going to succeed in lubing his front if she had to lean over the thing.
Okay. I was okay with that. She was acting as I would expect of a decent, demure wife, and my long exhalation of relief was supported by the wonderful feeling of Allison's hands.
I hunched over, offering her my back and she
must have sensed it because she started moving her hands more like a massage. A few fingernail scrapes from her was all it took to send delicious shivers down my spine and bring out a gratified moan from my lips.
Unfortunately for me, my dick was responding.
Or was it fortunately?
Swelling more, it began to lift a little.
I was instantly faced with a dilemma worse than not having erections – as if anything could be worse. Yet, I was mortified that Tessa might see me get an erection while her friend was spreading lotion on me. I definitely didn't want to give that impression, despite its truth. Further, was the point that everyone might see it.
Dramatically, Allison cooed in my ear. "Oh… I guess I do a good job, too…"
I clamped my knees shut and arranged the towel properly.
She giggled and finished my lower back down to the towel. She spread some lotion in her hand and began my arm.
Shocking me even more was the more dramatic swelling that occurred when I felt it all on my right arm. The slick slide of her skin on my bicep and forearm lifted my dick under the cover of the towel. How is this possible? It's just my arm!
Tessa robbed me of my astonishment. I focused on her like a cop on a bad guy as her hand neared Garren's waist from his side. His dick was straight out and throbbing and she was looking at it.
Jealousy roared to life inside me and made me grit my teeth. I held my breath, wondering what she was going to do.
The neckbeard guy was lying back, stroking himself with no one to talk to after getting oiled up. He was watching Garren and Tessa – no, he was not watching Tessa. His eyes were on Garren's erection. Neckbeard stroked himself, not fast or slow, as his open-mouthed expression looked at Garren's bigger dick.
I guessed oiling dicks was part of the tradition and my breath squeezed to the point that it hurt to draw breath. My eyes swam as I watched my wife.
Tessa spread some lotion onto her hand and smiled down at Garren's dick; she was going to oil it. She was going to put her hand on it and…
I gasped in a breath.
Allison was working on my left arm and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to oil your cock? It won't take long and I'd love to touch it…"
"No!" I gasped.
Tessa's hand rubbed lightly at Garren's balls, then curled into a grip on them and started sliding outwards to the shaft. Her hand moved leisurely out along his stiff dick as she looked at it with rapt attention. Spreading was a matter of movement and measure; her hand slide was very slow – slower than it needed to be. Her grip reached the end of his dick and everyone heard him moan. Then she moved back, just as deliberately, sliding her hand back down the shaft to the base.
Garren groaned loudly, thrusting his hips out and almost losing his balance as he lifted onto his tiptoes.
Tessa had definitely taken about ten times as long as she needed to spread oil on his dick, even if it was just one single stroke out and then back in.
I was raging hard and to open my mouth to stop her was out of the question. Fortunately, she looked at me and I gave her the fiercest expression I could. She quailed visibly and dropped down to finish his legs. That put her head near his dick and I saw her look at it for a split second, biting her lip. Lower, her squatted posture revealed to me her swollen pussy and pink coloring of excitement.
Had Garren touched her pussy when he oiled her? Had I missed it and said nothing because I had missed it and she had thought that meant I approved? I didn't know what kinky shit went on at their traditional skinny dipping parties, but I wasn't going to allow any more nonsense. She was excited and I could see it. I could also feel it in my gut and it wasn't a happy feeling.
On the other hand, my cursed cock betrayed me and was literally throbbing hard, sending delicious sensations of sexual excitement along paths that mourned the memories. It was a blessing, and a curse.
Why did it have to work now? Of all times?
Tessa kept glancing at his erection and each look sent a huge pulse of excitement up my dick. What would happen if she suddenly grabbed Garren's dick and stuck it in her mouth? Would it be any worse than getting her pussy pounded by her cousin? And why did that event not seem so bad as what was going on now? I had stood there and listened to Donny's balls slap hard against my wife's ass. I had heard her cum. I had heard him blow his load in her. I had heard her call his name. Why did that not seem as serious as what she was doing right now?
Because she had fucked her cousin for years before?
Had she oiled Garren's dick before we were married? Would that make it any better? If knowing she had, would it make my jealousy recede as it somehow did with Donny?
I must have been making a really bad face, because Tessa came over to me with a very worried expression. She said quietly, "Do you want to go?"
I couldn't get up without exposing my erection. As it was, I was leaning on it forcefully with my arms crossed over it. "No."
She looked slightly relieved and some of the tension left her. "I'm… sorry about…" She waved her hand over her shoulder. "It's just that we always oil each other when…" She trailed off uncertainly.
So there it was. They had done it before.
And my dick did nothing except throb madly with arousal.
CHAPTER 19
Fortunately for me, my erection waned back into its familiar dormant, dead state and I was able to dress when everyone else did. I thanked my cock for finally shrinking and withering.
Strange.
Every other time and day I cursed it for not erecting.
But I was cursed all over with erections that came only when I least wanted them – and never when I needed them. When it was dead and limp, I always hoped and looked forward to any kind of hardening. But when it happened, I swore viciously at it in my head and demanded it go down.
I couldn't win.
At least the pool party moved inside the house as the heat became too much and the alcohol made the kids woozy.
It didn't take much for my wife to get tipsy and she was already bubbly and slurring her words with enthusiasm. She and Amy hung on each other like best friends.
At least she was being chummy with the lesbian and not hanging on Garren.
Nope, the man of erections around my wife was busy talking to me about work and that was fine by me. Allison was clinging to Garren's arm as if my wife hadn't stroked his erection to a loud moan in front of everyone. I couldn't grasp how she just dismissed it as nothing, or normal.
She said, "Looks like Amy is sweet on your wife."
I looked. The lesbian was kissing my wife's cheek playfully. I muttered, "That's fine; my wife is hetero. She won't go for any of it." I was certain of that, though my dick once again began feeling… something. Would it be feeling the same thing if Garren was kissing her? The thing jumped in my pants at the brief thought.
Allison murmured, "You're all right, Clark."
"Huh?"
"I didn't think I'd like you, but… you're all right."
I coughed.
Garren said, "You really saw that gangbang last year?"
Confused slightly by that question, I said, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Was it hot?"
"Yep, too many people crammed into a stuffy room with no air conditioning—" I remembered the stifling heat.
"No, I meant sexually, you know. I've seen plenty of porn videos but never been—"
I coughed louder. "I don't know. Maybe it was, but I just can't understand how the husband just stood there—"
Allison interrupted me. "And came, too. He shot cum all over." Her tone was filled with bragging that she had witnessed it firsthand.
I pointed my question at Garren. "Would you really want to give her that experience? A gangbang?" I indicated Allison.
"Sure, why not?"
I said with much exasperation, "Wouldn't you be afraid that she'd fall for one of the guys and get taken from you? You'd lose her—"
He was making a pained face. "No. What make
s you even think that?"
I said as plainly as I could, "It's sex."
Allison was shaking her head.
Garren frowned. "I might see her leaving me if she loved the guy, but I know she loves me, so it's just sex. I mean, it's just… sex."
I said, "But, right, it's sex. She'd fall in love—"
Allison snorted. "You can have sex and not be in love. Duh…"
"But—"
Garren interrupted me. "I've fucked plenty of girls and not been in love." He shrugged. "It's just getting off…"
Allison said drily to him, "We girls use guys just like you – for getting off. No big deal. I mean, a lot of people have side chicks and side dudes. Lots have fuck buddies now. It's easy and clean, especially for like, college. You find a fuck buddy and keep your beau if distance has you parted. What's the big deal?"
My face felt drawn from the pull of gravity I felt that they didn't. "Fuck buddies?" I had heard of it, but dismissed it as flights of male fancy.
Allison nodded. "If I went to a different city for college, I wouldn't dump Garren. But I might find a fuck buddy while I'm there. No strings, no hassle, no drama, just… fucking. That way, I stay true to him while relieving the pressure of being away."
I asked him incredulously, "Garren? You'd go for this?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, sure, as long as it was just a fuck buddy thing. I mean, I would, so why shouldn't she?"
I gaped at him before looking away.
Tessa sat on the couch, face glistening with a very light sheen of inebriation. Amy sat next to her, arm out taking a selfie. Both of them had their tongues out, touching.
I felt not a speck of jealousy.
Neither was there any movement in my dick over what was a typical lesbian-suggestive selfie people often posted on Facebook.
However, their tongues flicked and moved and a second later, Amy and my wife were kissing.
Jealousy Page 12