The big-breasted woman jumped in, boobs thrust out.
The men clapped.
Tina heard Gloria laugh in derision.
Connor was smiling.
Valerie's eyes latched onto Gerald when she came up and she began making laps around the pool.
He sighed.
Tina said, "That's the third; she's about to go underwater."
Her husband grunted. "That's my cue." He got up and moved quickly to the restroom to hide.
Valerie did her usual, overly-dramatic theatrical breach from the water, drips and breasts on display. She opened her eyes.
Tina was giving what she thought her best look of disgust and boredom.
Valerie frowned and looked around.
There was an older couple next to where she and Gerald had sat. The older woman smacked her husband with her magazine. "Don't look." She smacked him again. "I said, don't look." There was a flurry of magazine hits to bald head as the older man gawked.
Tina cleared her throat at Valerie. "Are you trying to show me your tits again?"
The old woman next to her gasped. Her husband chuckled low, lewd, and nasally. The magazine slapped the top of his head again.
Valerie fumed.
Tina said, "Wow, your bikini is super-stretched this week. Are you packing on the pounds?"
The woman slapped at the water, sending a swoosh of it up and onto Tina and the older couple. She did not apologize to them. Instead she looked around and then scowled. A silent eyebrow was all Tina got. The woman swam towards the other side where the three older men all stood ogling and grinning.
Feeling as if she had gotten the better of the exchange, despite the slight soaking, she wiped her glasses and watched for Gerald.
He eventually came out and glanced over at her. Then he looked into the pool. By that time, Valerie was out and reveling in the attention of six eyes latched onto her boobs. He waded into the shallow end and went for a swim. He made a couple laps before Valerie noticed.
Tina saw the woman give her an evil eye.
Gerald wasn't paying much attention since she wasn't in the pool. He didn't notice the splash was her with his head under the water until she angled up beneath him. Surprised, he treaded water to stop or he would have swam right over her.
She came up from beneath him, sliding up against his body as he tried to swim back from her in the treading position. Her boobs were all over him.
He turned desperately and she latched onto his back for a piggy-back ride. Her eyes kept glancing over to Tina.
Gerald began swimming to the edge to get out.
Valerie hung on, but moved one hand down just before he got to the edge. Her arm moved vigorously.
Tina stood, wanting to pick up the lounge chair and throw it at her. Problem was, she'd hit Gerald, too. She gritted her teeth.
Valerie was smiling at her.
Her husband gripped the edge of the pool and looked down. "Get off."
Her arm moved slower, the muscles working.
Tina fumed. She's jacking my husband. You fucking bitch! She opened her mouth to begin screaming obscenities when Valerie kicked away from her husband, laughing loudly with delight.
The boob-woman returned to the three men and climbed out.
One of them, encouraged by what he had seen, reached out and lightly grasped a boob.
Valerie chuckled with invitation and arched her back, offering them. The three men drew close and began fondling her bikini.
The old woman began slapping her husband with the magazine again. "Sit back down. The nerve of them."
Gerald breathed rapidly, still clinging to the edge of the pool. Slowly he began pulling himself out.
Tina handed him a towel and he gratefully accepted.
He rolled his eyes at her and shook his head. "I don't know if I want to be swimming here anymore."
Burning with anger and outrage and over the brazen audacity of the broad, Tina stomped around the pool. How dare she be such a bitch as to ruin our swim-time. How dare she touch my husband. How dare she jack him in front of everybody! Bitch!
Gloria noticed her coming almost right away. An amused look of interest settled on her features and remained there. She smiled at Tina when she got close.
Connor looked up.
Tina dropped down onto his lap and said, "Hello there, sexy." She leaned in and licked his ear. "So you like my bikini?"
Gloria's eyes were wide, and shifting back and forth between Tina and Valerie.
But Valerie wasn't looking. She was giggling and flirting with the three older men, touching them and wriggling her tits.
Tina, feeling no pain at all, reached down and groped at Connor's swim-trunks. "Do you like to be felt up, too?"
His eyes went large and he stood, holding her and helping her stand.
Gerald was there, taking her other arm. "Um, maybe we should go." He was carrying everything of theirs under his other arm.
Tina glared at him. Why are you interrupting my revenge? The bitch deserves to be showed up.
Connor said, "I'm sorry about—"
Her husband shook his head. "No, no worries. Er, could you give me a hand?"
"Oh, yeah, of course." He looked back to Valerie and then shrugged.
Tina was hanging in their grip. Her knees suddenly didn't seem all that strong.
They escorted her from the pool.
She went willingly. That fucking bitch! She reached her hand down and gripped Connor's butt cheek. "What do you have in here?"
He chuckled with nervousness.
Her husband said, "Let's get her inside. Sorry about that back there."
"She's been drinking?"
Tina growled, "Damn straight I have. What makes your wife so special that she can grope my husband in front of everyone?"
Connor was quiet. "I'm really sorry about that."
"Does she want you groped in front of everyone?"
Gerald cleared his throat. "I don't think a public spectacle is a good idea." They were entering the house.
Tina said, "You know, you're right. How about I put my hands on you in private?" On steadier legs, she turned and reached down. She gripped his bulge and squeezed. "How do you think she likes that? I don't think for a minute she'd want her husband groped in front of everyone."
Connor tried prying himself away. He was looking at Gerald. "Um, I…" His tone was apologetic and his hands were up, trying to show he wasn't inviting any of it.
Her husband grabbed her arm. "Tina—"
Anger flared up inside and boiled out and over. "Let go! I was the one that had to sit there and watch her jack you in the pool. The nerve of the woman! She touches you? I touch him!" She turned back and gripped Connor's bulge again.
Her husband blew out a breath and said, "Sorry, guy. She's pretty steamed."
She rubbed him vigorously, like Valerie had done to her husband. "How do you like that? Do you like some other woman jacking you? Do you think Valerie would?"
Connor, normally cool and collected, looked a little uncertain. "Uh…"
Tina's anger was still frothing. "Maybe she'd be angry if she saw this?" She reached into his trunks.
He tried to back away, hands up and clear. "Uh, I'm not…" He was looking at Gerald.
Her husband tried to pry her away again. "Tina, please—"
"No!" She glared at both men. "I had to be humiliated in front of everyone! How does she like this?" She had succeeded in getting Connor's cock out. "Look at me now, Valerie. I've got your husband's cock in my hand and he likes it."
Gerald cleared his throat nervously. He said to Connor, "I guess she's pretty upset…"
Tina blew up again. "Upset? Upset?" She tugged on Connor's shaft with anger. "Wouldn't you be upset if some man just fingered me right there at the pool with everyone looking? As if he owned me? She doesn't own you, I do!"
Connor's mouth was open with surprise at the anxiety of her anger. His shaft was firming. "I'm sorry my wife—"
Tina
turned on him. "No! Stop apologizing for her. She needs to apologize to me. To me! And this…" She looked down. "This is what's happening because of what she did to my husband."
He kept looking at her husband, and shaking his head as if denying he was enticing her.
Tina stroked him, his shaft now fully erect. "That's right, I'm jacking you and you like it. How's them titties, Valerie? Are they to your liking?" She stroked him slower, feeling his shaft. "Yes, nice and excited, and it's not your tits that are doing it. It's another woman's hand."
Connor was panting, looking down and watching her hand stroke him.
Tina looked up at him, her eyes focusing on his face and dismissing the bitch. "Do you like that? Not as embarrassing as being groped in front of everyone, huh?"
He stammered, "Uh… Well… Heh… Um…"
"Would your wife be angry if she saw this?"
"Um…probably…"
Her husband touched her arm again. "Tina—"
She jerked and stroked Connor faster. "No! I've put up with her touching you for too long! Too fucking long!" She moved closer to Connor and dipped his erection down. She rubbed it against her bikini bottoms and looked at him. Her words were a challenging whisper. "Would she be upset to see this?"
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Tina rubbed Connor's helmet all around her bikini bottoms. "Just a little teasing, right? Is that all your wife is doing? Teasing? How's this for teasing?"
The man was panting, looking less at Gerald now.
"Do you think she'd blow a gasket?"
Connor nodded, his eyes wide. "Uh, heh, yeah…"
"But I'm supposed to sit there and be quiet while she strokes my husband? Touches his cock?" She angrily thrust her hips forward, taking the tip of his shaft between her thighs. She moved her hips back and forth. "She thinks she can get away with it? She thinks my boobs are too small to do anything about it? Is that what she thinks?"
Her husband was quiet beside her, but she could hear him breathing, as loudly as was Connor.
Tina parted her legs a little, rubbing the head deeper between her thighs. Warm waves began worming inside her, breaking through the blurry buzz of alcohol. "Do you think she'd be mad to see how hard you are right now?"
He was very hard.
She tilted her hips forward, rubbing the head of his cock on her bikini crotch. Trembles tortured her legs and arms and she found herself panting. "Yes, you like that, don't you?"
Connor's whisper was hoarse. "Yes."
Victory swelled inside her. Yes! Fuck you, Valerie. Fuck you! She reached down with her other hand and pulled aside her bikini. She rubbed the head directly onto her pussy. Her whisper was just as hoarse. "Do you like that?"
He groaned as if disappointed with his lack of control. "Yes…"
"Your cock feels so hard." She closed her eyes but that lasted only a second. She swayed, still sloshed from drinking. "I bet you want to put it in, don't you?"
He gasped roughly and looked at Gerald. He looked back at her. "Yes!"
Tina's eyes lit up with fire. What a victory that would be over Valerie. The bitch would be so put in her place if her husband fucked me. What a score that would be! She almost laughed, but the heat and intensity of revenge in her squashed it. "Do it!" She tried to press the head against her hole. It was all angled wrong. Angrily, she jacked his cock against her. "Do it!" I want to know I fucked her husband – that I took his willing cock from her.
With another look at her husband, a feverish-looking Connor spun her around and pushed her over onto the back of the couch.
She felt her bikini bottoms yanked down roughly. She looked back. "Do it! Do it while your wife flaunts her tits at the pool." Her eyes popped wide as she felt the sudden invading pressure stretch her lips open. Her words rang clear at the cusp of victory. "Yes! Do it!"
Connor pushed hard.
Tina cried out as the stretching opened her up and filled her hard and fast. Fully impaled, she gasped and groaned. "Oh, fuck yes!" Where's your husband now, bitch?
Connor began moving fast.
She clawed at the couch, trying to thrust back and feel it all. "Oh, fuck yes, fuck me. Fill me up… Do it." She couldn't see her husband. At this point, she didn't care; she was having her revenge and enjoying it.
The couch creaked angrily as Connor rammed her from behind. His hips slapped against hers with sharp rebuke.
She took every thrust, groaning loudly, her face up and then down into the cushion, panting and gasping as the husband of her enemy gave to her what he shouldn't. Victory! Victory!
Connor pulled out, gasping and grabbing. He pulled her up and spun her around. He gripped her around the waist and lifted her.
Tina was dizzy with the movement, but she felt what he was doing. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her pussy welcomed the invading pressure again. She was too breathless to talk. His erection thrust wildly up into her and he held her up by her butt.
He bounced her roughly up and down on his thick cock.
She was able to see her husband then. Gerald was sitting on the arm of the recliner, a look of pure amazement on his face. She caught the lump in his swim trunks just before Connor turned her away. She felt so free, barely hanging onto him as his thickness pumped in and out of her, filling and emptying her with tenacious tension. She moaned louder, feeling the tension building.
Connor was panting in her face, looking into her eyes without much focus. His were glazed over in a delirium of rapture.
Tina wanted to laugh with joy. That's right. Use me. Give me what belongs to your wife. I want it all.
He tossed her down onto the couch and pulled on her hips.
She threw her legs open as he leaned over her. "Give it to me."
His eyes cleared a little. "You like that?"
"Yes. Fuck me. I want my juice all over you when you go home."
He growled, his erection eager and angry.
Tina urged him on. "Come on, do it. Fuck me like you know you want to." Fuck you, Valerie.
Connor's face became determined and he rammed his cock back into her.
She cried out with pleasure and anticipation. "Yes!"
He spread his feet out and began vigorously humping his hips, driving his excitement into her and filling her pussy with his passion.
She closed her eyes, on the edge of passing out as she gasped at his forcefulness. She tried to pull on his butt, but she couldn't reach at her angle. A delicious tightness built in her pussy and hips, sending out spirals of goodness that brought the promise of complete satisfaction.
Connor heaved above her, fully out of control. Their crotches met in furious slaps of lust.
Her pussy thrilled to the sliding thickness moving so rapidly in and out of her. She was pushed along with that thickness, filled and lifted as she whimpered louder and louder. She was as out of control as he was. An explosion of sensation took away all thought. She cried out with shock and surprise, lifted higher with his thrusting as her pussy clenched and released, over and over.
Connor panted above her. "Fucking hot." He thrust harder.
Tina did not know anything, except the swirling sensations that robbed her of all thought. She couldn't even feel the couch beneath her: it was too mundane.
He filled her roughly and completely. The slick sounds of their union gave proof of her victory over Valerie.
She heard him groan, them emit a long grunt of effort. His body was taut and still, his cock thrust in deep. She felt his thickness get thicker and begin spurting scalding hotness deep inside her. Oh, fuck yes. Total, complete, and overwhelming victory. Give it to me, Connor.
Her pussy was filled not only with his thick cock, but now with the evidence of his pleasure. She felt very wet inside and wetness started to slip out of her pussy. She sighed contentedly.
Connor, though, pulled out abruptly.
She opened her eyes, her legs still spread wide. She could feel his seed running out of her and down her butt.
He was sta
nding, looking aware again, and worried. He was looking at Gerald. "Uh…" He trailed off. He picked up his trunks, slipping them on quickly.
Her husband got up, his trunks tented. "No, it's all right." They huddled together a moment by the sliding glass door, murmurs reaching her ears without definition.
She lifted a hand and rubbed her face. Did I really just fuck him? She wanted to laugh. Fuck you, Valerie. Fuck you twice. Dumb bitch.
Connor was gone.
Her husband stood near, looking down at her with an amazement in his eyes as if he had just discovered a chest of gold buried under his house. His smile was as wide as his eyes. "Wow."
CHAPTER 12
Tina groaned. "Did I really…" It was Monday morning. She remembered having sex with her husband late the previous night, but her head commanded her attention. She rubbed at it feebly.
Gerald chuckled. "Yes, you really did."
"I'm sorry…"
"Why?"
"I wanted revenge. I had to get back at that bitch…"
He shrugged. "Um, I think you did."
"But…" She wanted to shake her head to clear it, but she knew better. "You aren't mad?"
"That you got revenge? No."
She lowered herself gently back to the pillow. "I think I'm going to call in sick."
"Hung-over, huh?"
"On second thought, maybe not." She rolled out of bed. "Maybe a shower will clear all this away." She felt as if lead lined her limbs. "Ugh."
He chuckled as she shut the bathroom door.
She remembered the previous day as if a dream. Did I really? Yes, I know I did. Was it really that good? Her husband had reassured her later that he was okay with her revenge. He had told her he had cum in his trunks when she had orgasmed on Connor's cock.
She remembered feeling as if it were fantastic. Was it? She searched her memory for anything that might conflict with it. Had he made disgusted faces? No… Had he said anything insulting? No…
The shower cleared her head very little. The heat seemed to close in on her more than help. She sighed. What did I do? She sighed, firmer. I got revenge on that bitch is what I did. Ha! I fucked her husband.
She came out of the bathroom feeling a little more certain, if not better. That's right. I got one over on you, Valerie. I got a big one over on you.
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