by Mia Moore
I smiled despite the way my arm muscle clenched tight. “If you call me little buddy one more time, I swear I’m going to slug you one. No, wine’s okay.”
Oh God, it was hot. I kept walking past the table and dove into the pool. The flagstones and temperature wasn’t the only thing hot. I needed to cool down and get through the next hour or so.
I surfaced and turned to swim back only to see Sophie emerge from the kitchen door. She would have been hard to miss in the orange bikini and legs that seemed to go all the way up to her chin. Actually, when she was out of the sweats and jogging gear, she wasn’t half bad to look at. Okay, she didn’t have Maggie’s curves but she wasn’t flat-chested by any means. For such an avid runner, her hips and ass were fuller than you would expect, full but very firm, no jiggle there when she walked.
She smiled at Gus and walked past him to the edge of the pool. “How’s the water?”
God, she hardly ever initiated a conversation with me. Usually, the best I got from her were ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers. “It’s great. C’mon in.”
There was another small smile before she dove in and surfaced next to where I stood. Her hands squeegee’d water from her face and hair and she stood up. Oh my God. When she dove in, the cup of her bathing suit had slipped to the side, exposing part of her nipple.
I looked away but my eyes were drawn back to the sight, taking it in with my peripheral vision while looking into her eyes. Just a shade darker than her skin, pinkish, beige pebbles with a top hat, hard nipple. Thank God the water covered my lower half, hiding the chubby in my swimsuit.
My face became warm and my mouth fell when she turned and swam back. Hell, the sight of a nipple got me hard? What was I some teenager? Fuck. It had to be all the stuff that’d happened that morning, getting me so horny.
Maggie appeared in the doorway of our bedroom, but unlike earlier, she was wearing a string bikini, instead of just a smile. I glanced to where Sophie was climbing up out of the pool, and then to Gus, his eyes taking in what I had just witnessed. Maybe Maggie would notice and tell Sophie about the wardrobe malfunction.
Sophie took the glass of wine that Gus held out and sat down at the table. It wasn’t Maggie but Gus who handed a towel to her and patted his chest with eyebrows raised high. “The water’s pretty cold isn’t it?” He grinned and then took a seat next to her.
When I got to the table her cheeks were scarlet, mouth sipping the wine greedily.
“Don’t let us stop you. Please have lunch. We ate a late breakfast.” I wasn’t surprised that she avoided looking at me when I spoke.
When I sat down, Maggie took the chair next to me, across from Sophie and Gus. She looked at Sophie and asked, “How was the run today? Anyone in the park or was it too hot?”
Sophie finished chewing a bite of her sandwich and placed her hand over her mouth, tilting her chin down as she swallowed. It was hard to tell if the nipple flash or being the centre of attention caused her to flush deeper.
“Just an old guy and a retriever. Not many people, but the swans were out.” She took another sip of wine and looked away.
“I like to run. Maybe I could join you sometime? You could show me the park. I’m new to Black Rapids.” Gus leaned forward, close to Sophie, a small smile playing at his lips.
Oh my God. He was hitting on Sophie? He was barking up the wrong tree with that one.
“Sure. I’d be happy to show you the sights.” Her head tilted to the side, gazing back at him, positively glowing.
“I think he’s already seen some of your sights.”I spoke low, head bowed talking to the table but the flash of Gus’s eyes showed me he’d heard it. Maggie delivered a sharp kick to my shin and my stomach sunk seeing the new shade of red appear in Sophie’s cheeks.
They were right. I was being a jerk, being mean because she’d ruined what could have been a fun afternoon. I plastered a grin on my face and turned to look at her. “Sophie, Gus took at job at an accounting firm here in the city. I’m sure he’d really appreciate you taking the time to show him around. I mean, you know every nook and cranny in this town. What with your job, and all.” There, since he seemed so interested in her, I’d help set them up.
“Why? What do you do Sophie?” Gus took the bait, exactly as planned.
“I’m in Animal Control. Although most times it’s more like people control. Honestly, some people don’t deserve a pet.” Her face became serious and she looked at her lap.
Gus put his hand on her arm. It looked so fragile in his big, heavy paw. “You’ve got that right. Ever had anything to do with the FBI with profiling? I mean, many serial killers start with animals.”
Her eyes became big as Frisbees and she leaned in so close I thought she was going to kiss him.
“It’s amazing that you’d ask that! I had a call last week from someone there. How would you even guess that? Most people wouldn’t.”
If Gus had tried to score points with Sophie, he couldn’t have planned a better thing to say. For the first time since I’d met her, she seemed to loosen up, become animated.
Maggie flashed a warm smile at me and I took her hand. “We’re going to go in and get some snacks. We’ll be right back.” I led her away, ignoring the puzzled look in her eye.
Chapter 7: Maggie
What was up with Phil? First he was a jerk and then he’s nice to Sophie and then he wants me in the kitchen to help make snacks? My head jerked up as I followed him. That was it. He wanted to give Sophie and Gus space to get to know one another. That was kind. Maybe he was warming up to Sophie. For SURE Gus was.
As soon as I stepped inside, he grabbed my hand, spun me around and pressed my tummy into the cool surface of the countertop. His mouth was on my neck, kissing and nibbling, while his hand slipped across my tummy and inside the bottoms of my bikini. The bulge of his cock rubbed across the cheeks of my ass.
“Fuck Maggie, I need you.” The whispered words shot a shiver of excitement through to my core. His hand was on my clit, stroking it softly, while his other hand fumbled next to my ass.
Oh God, I needed this too but Sophie and Gus weren’t even twenty feet away. What if she came in for more wine, or water or something? “We can’t. Not here.” Even as I whispered the words my ass pushed back into him and my leg shifted to the side, spreading myself open.
“We can see if they get up. Honest, I’ll stop if they do…” His lips on my skin, words hot and insistent, caressing…it was too much.
I moaned my need for him. “Oh yeah. Fuck me, baby.” Breathy whispers slipped through my lips. I pushed the bathing suit down and it fell to the floor. Straining up onto my tiptoes, I quivered, making my pussy a willing target.
Outside, Gus and Sophie sat close facing each other, chatting and laughing. There was no need to worry that they’d miss us. They were having too good a time.
“Uhhhhh…” Oh yeah, his cock sliding in felt so good…sliding easily into my wet, slippery hole. His finger played with my clit, rolling over it, stroking my passion higher. Oh fuck, it was good. I needed this so much.
“Look at them out there. Too bad Sophie wouldn’t take her bathing suit off. He’d like to fuck her. She’d like him to fuck her.” Phil whispered, pushing deep inside, and slowly pulled out, till just the tip of his cock pressed my opening.
“You saw her nipple, didn’t you? I saw it too. I’d like it if she took the top off. You’d like it too, wouldn’t you?” I whispered, squeezing my muscles tight as he slammed into me again. His breath became faster, his next words guttural.
“Oh fuck, yeah. I bet she’d like to lick your sweet pussy.” A deep thrust, deliciously hard filled me, rocked from side to side, reaching for more, sending new thrills through my cunt.
Oh God, a picture of Sophie outside, her body naked flashed in my mind, made more vivid watching her bend forward and touch Gus’s hand. This was wicked, fucking so close to where our friends sat, unaware. We were like conspirators; it brought us even closer, sharing this secret. I was embol
dened by the passion…
“I’d like to do that to her. Hold and maul her tits, lick her pussy till she screamed.” It was the first time I’d ever revealed my secret fantasy. But after what had happened last night, knowing he wanted to watch Phil do me…Oh fuck, we had entered a new realm of love making. Screw that, a new style of fucking!
“What?” He held his body still, his cock halfway inside. “You’d like to do that?”
“Oh God, yes. She’s beautiful. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t want to fuck her if you had the chance.” Had I gone too far? I hardly dared to breathe. But even so, watching her, the flirty smile with those oh so kissable lips made me drool. Lucky Gus. It was obvious she was attracted to him. He’d be fucking her before the week was through.
“Oh God, Maggie that’s so hot. All this time I thought she’d like to fuck you, turns out it’s YOU who wants it. Oh Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to see that.” He groaned the words into me, thrusting deeper, grinding into my cunt.
“Ohhhh…” Sweet lust filled me…his words…his cock…It was dirty and wild, fucking there like animals. I was close to coming, riding the wave of decadent pleasure. My eyes glazed watching Maggie and Gus, picturing them here with us…in us. Her body spread naked, Venus on an oyster shell, pussy lips spread to flaunt her burgundy vulva, slick and pulsing, nestling the bud of her pleasure...Gus, behind me fucking my cunt, Sophie’s lips locked on Phil….
“OH GOD!” It was a scream that erupted in my throat, even as Phil’s cock filled me with his passion, his lust.
Gus and Sophie looked to the kitchen door. He placed his hand on her arm, motioning for her to stay put, and rose to his feet. I watched him approach, not caring that he’d see us—WANTING him to see us.
Chapter 8: Gus
My cock leapt to attention even as my mouth gaped, watching Phil strain deep into Maggie “Oh my. What have we here? You devils. You couldn’t wait, huh?”
“Oh fuck, no.” Maggie blinked slowly, soft cat eyes beginning to focus, and smiled a totally lewd smile.
I glanced behind me at Sophie, still sitting primly at the table. For the first time, I wished she wasn’t there. No, if not for her, it would probably be me pulling my cock out of Maggie right then. Phil could have sloppy seconds.
“Maggie’d like to go down on Sophie. Oh fuck, that’s hot. I was wrong, Gus.” Phil stepped back, grinning from ear to ear, and pulled his bathing suit over his cock. There’d been just a glimpse of it, glistening and dark.
“Oh shit. Stop.” It was all I could do to keep myself from shoving him out of the way and ramming my rod deep inside. Her bare ass was just so beautifully curved and pussy so deliciously spread, just waiting for me. Three pearls of Phil’s jizz were rolling down her thigh.
Movement outside caught my eye and I leaned over to yell out the open door, shielding the erection popping out the side of the Speedo. God, of all the days to wear this. “We’ll just be a minute. Stay where you are.”
The last few words came out as a high pitched squeak, almost a squeal when Maggie’s hand reached down, fishing into my suit and grabbed me. Her finger circled the head, dipping into the slit to spread the pre-cum. Oh fuck. I couldn’t. Damn it, I wanted to, but not now.
I looked back to Sophie whose head was tilted, face frowning in the direction of the kitchen. I’d finally met a woman I liked, could actually fall for and my best friend’s wife was acting like a bitch in heat, taunting me.
“Look, grab some cheese and crackers and get out there, Phil. At least you’ve got your rocks off and don’t have the flagpole in your pants that I’ve got.” My lips were a tight line barking out the order, trying to bring him back down to earth.
I grabbed Maggie’s hand and pulled it away, gripping it tightly, while I scowled at her. “Stop it. That’s your good friend out there and you’ve got to look after her.”
She smiled and rolled her tongue over her lower lip, causing a fresh jolt of pleasure to flare in my dick. Oh God, I could picture what she was thinking. “Not THAT way! Well, not NOW at least. Git!” I gave her ass a resounding slap as Phil brushed by me, on his way with a box of crackers.
“For God’s sake, cover yourself and bring some cheese out there. I have to calm down, maybe change into some loose shorts.” I tried to poke my dick back into the swimsuit and raced down to the guest room before she could tease me any further.
What was with those two? You’d think they were barn cats not respectable people, married for six years. I closed the door and slipped the tight, nylon suit off. Oh God, my cock was hard as granite. Baseball. Think baseball.
After rummaging in my bag I found a pair of loose swim trunks. My cock was still thick but not standing like a soldier at attention anymore. I didn’t want Sophie to suspect our hanky-panky in the kitchen and leave in a huff or anything. No, she was worth getting to know better.
I’d deal with Maggie and Phil later. At least one thing was clear in this cluster fuck; they were both A-OK with a threesome.
Chapter 9: Sophie
What the heck was going on in there? Phil appeared in the doorway carrying a box of something in his hand. As he got closer, his gaze seemed to roam from the top of my bathing suit to my crotch, lingering there for a few beats. He looked weird, neither smiling nor scowling. What was this all about?
I adjusted the towel that was draped over my shoulders to cover more of my chest and lap.
He set the box on the table and I did a double take. A box of assorted crackers? They’d been in the kitchen for almost fifteen minutes and that was the best he could come up with? Not even arranged on a plate? This was so unlike Phil. He was more about appearances. Hell, a Japanese gardener couldn’t have done a better job on the pool and grounds.
“Phil, are you all right?” I leaned forward to look around him, towards the kitchen door. Where were Maggie and Gus? I didn’t know how much more I could take of Phil’s ogling me. It was starting to make me uncomfortable. I’d even prefer the way he was before, a bit aloof and indifferent.
“Peachy.” A smile appeared on his lips and his chin dropped closer to his neck.
But it was his eyes fixed on my lips, it seemed, that caught my attention. I’d seen that kind of look before and it was usually when some Hollywood actor was about to kiss the starlet.
“I like orange. The color catches a man’s—” He looked over his shoulder for a second, towards the kitchen, and then back to me, “…or a woman’s eye.” His dark eyes held mine.
I squinted a little, leaning forward to check the iris of his eyes. Was he on drugs? Even his movements were slow, and tranquil.
A small gasp left my lips and I looked once more behind him. Oh my God. Maggie and Phil were doing cocaine or something. Had Gus got them on to this? He’d seemed nice but he’d come from New York. God only knew what went on in the big city. But he was an accountant. Not the sort of flashy job you’d normally associate with drug addict.
Oh thank God. I breathed a sigh of relief when Maggie appeared in the doorway. At least she’d had the presence of mind to use a plate for the cheese she was carrying, a fresh bottle of wine in her other hand. She walked slowly, but she wasn’t staggering.
“Sorry to take so long, Sophie.” She set the plate on the table and turned to Phil, a small smile on her lips before she spoke. “We had a hard—” she giggled and her hand covered her mouth for a second, “…time finding the CRACKers” At the last comment she bent over, laughing, slapping her thigh even.
A loud snort burst out of Phil and he put his arm over her back, joining her in the joke.
That did it. They were definitely high. High as kites. I sighed, every fiber of my being wanting to get the hell out of there but…What if they hurt themselves? They could fall down, knock themselves out and…oh no. they could drown in the pool. I couldn’t let them do that! I’m in enforcement, trained to deal with drug use…Okay, maybe the drugs would be in a dog or cat, but the principle was the same.
“Can I get anyone anything
before I come out?” Gus appeared in the kitchen doorway.
“Come out? Oh my God, that’s too much!” Once more Maggie and Phil broke out laughing, her arm tapping his repeatedly, tears almost running down her cheeks.
Gus left the doorway and walked towards the table. He’d changed his bathing suit? What was wrong with the one he’d been wearing? I’d kind of liked it. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, true, but he’d filled it out rather nicely.
His eyes narrowed in a questioning way above his smile. His hands raised, open handed in the air, looking at me. Oh. He thought Maggie and Phil were acting kind of weird, too? I shrugged my shoulders in answer.
“Okay you two. Get a grip—”
Maggie’s eyes flew open, about to start another gale of laughter but Gus raised his finger in front of her face.
“Cut it out. Be serious for a minute, will you?” He sat down across from me shaking his head back and forth. “Would you like some more wine, Sophie? I brought a fresh bottle…” His blue eyes twinkled, suppressing a grin.
Was this some sort of private joke? Were Maggie and Phil somehow laughing at me? They’d never be so mean normally. It had to be the drugs. Gus seemed normal enough, but he was probably used to cocaine. It would probably take a lot of it to get him as far gone as Maggie and Phil, especially considering his body mass.
“No thanks. I’m good.” There was no way I was having any more wine. Maybe the drugs were in it. Someone had to stay sober enough to look after things.
“All right then. How ‘bout we go for a swim? Leave these two Looney birds to their own devices.” Gus rose and took my hand.
It seemed he wasn’t taking no for an answer. His touch sent a tingle of warmth through my body. I glanced at Maggie and Phil, only smiling now as they took a seat close together. “Are you guys okay?” I pulled Gus’s arm, making him halt, peering at Maggie and Phil.