He smiled, watching along with them as she reached the edge of the pool.
Dexter smiled widely, knowing that the eyes of everyone at the party were on his girlfriend in that moment. She paused at the edge of the pool, making a show of getting ready to jump in, but didn’t see Ronnie sneak up behind her and pick her up to throw her in.
“Ack, no!” she yelled as he easily picked her up over his head and tossed her in.
Her comical scream caused the others to laugh as she sailed over the heads of Donna and Vicky, both pausing in their fight to de-top the other.
Seizing the opportunity, Vicky reached Donna and managed to grab the string to her top and yank, the brunette’s amazing breasts spilling free as Vicky yelled in triumph.
Donna’s response was to dunk the poor girl, diving underneath the water, only to emerge a few seconds later with Vicky’s top.
“Shit, party’s on bro,” Alec said, smiling widely and standing.
“New rule,” Jessie yelled, sputtering as she came up for air. “No throwing Jessies into the water!”
The group laughed as she brushed her mop of wet hair out of her face, doing the “dive under and surface with your head back thing” that girls all seemed to know.
He chuckled, watching her, then smiled as Alec dove in straight toward his girlfriend and pulled her under again.
Everyone, including his dad, seemed to gravitate to the pool over the next few minutes, so Dexter joined them. The rest of them kept their clothes on, and Jessie pouted in quiet protest when she saw Dex and his dad both getting in with theirs on.
“Y’all are so boring,” she said, frowning. She squealed in surprise then as someone came up behind her from beneath and then emerged holding her bikini bottoms. Donna proudly tossed the small garment out of the pool and drew a playful mock scowl from Jessie in response.
After a few minutes of horsing around, Jessie announced that it was time for their first game and hopped out of the pool.
Dexter chuckled, watching from the water and admiring the wonderful, exciting nude form of his girlfriend.
*****
Jessie
As people started to arrive, Donna, Jessie, and Vicky talked and kept an eye on the guys making a racket over where they were.
“God, he’s such a redneck,” Donna said, glancing over as her boyfriend was cutting up and making a fool of himself.
“So, Jessie said that you and her have a unique understanding?” Vicky asked.
Donna smiled and nodded. “We both insult and demean the asshole and he gets off on it. He likes to watch Dex fuck the hell out of me.”
Vicky smiled widely. “I actually know what you mean,” she said, smiling.
The two women grinned and began to talk about their respective situations. A little while later, the rest of the folks had shown up and Jessie figured it was time to get the party started.
After making her little speech, she made sure that everyone had a drink and ensured that Don had something as well.
She looked over and saw her boyfriend laughing and talking with the guys and smiled, happy that he was getting along so well.
Walking over to the girls, she joined in the conversation for a bit before she moved off to talk with Vicky over on the bar stools.
She smiled, leaning forward and resting her arms on the bar as Vicky talked about how much she’d enjoyed Dexter the time that they got together. She also said that she was planning on seducing him again sometime soon.
“So,” Jessie asked, “have you ever thought about being with another woman?”
Vicky smirked and shrugged. “I mean, yeah, of course I have,” she said. “I just don’t think I’d ever be brave enough to like… try and approach someone to ask, you know? Not with all that I’ve put my husband through.”
Jessie smiled sweetly. “Well, the only reason I ask is that I’m just now finding out with Donna how nice it can be with other women. She’s… pretty insatiable,” she said, “and that’s putting it mildly.”
Vicky smiled. “You know, I was hoping that there would be some way that we could possibly work something out,” she said. “I haven’t asked Eric about it, though.”
Jessie smiled in response. “I mean, maybe I could just include myself with you two sometime. To me, there’s nothing better than a little flirtation that goes just a little too far,” she admitted, winking.
Vicky snickered and lowered her head for a second. “You are just too much fun,” she said, smiling.
“I have to say though, I’m really interested in seeing your husband’s cock,” she said.
Vicky smiled. “I’m sure you’ll get to if people actually start to get naked,” she said. “He’s not really shy about it anymore. He’s really well adjusted considering most people’s reaction to it. But… it’s not like he has much opportunity to be nude around others or anything.”
Jessie nodded and smiled, listening quietly.
Vicky turned then and looked at her husband, catching his eye. He smiled and cocked his head, then excused himself from the conversation to go stand behind and between Jessie and Vicky.
“Sweetie,” Vicky said, her voice dripping with her honeyed words, “would you let Jessie see your cock?” she asked, smiling sweetly.
Jessie saw him turn and look at her, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. She smiled and nodded.
“Ever since you mentioned it, I’ve been curious.”
He glanced around, and Jessie looked with him, curious as to what he was looking for. No one else was paying attention, and Dexter had his back turned, so it wasn’t like she was going to try and compare the two. Satisfied that no one was going to see his penis, Eric lifted the front of his suit forward and then pulled it down.
Jessie smiled and forced herself not to laugh as she saw him. He was flaccid at the moment, and it looked like little more than the end of her thumb.
“Oh my!” she said, smiling widely and looking up at him. He shrugged and chuckled, looking down.
Vicky smiled. “That’s my clit,” she said, grinning and reaching down to poke at it with her thumb.
“Oh dear,” Jessie said. “Is that full size?”
Eric shrugged. “I mean, no… but it’s not like it gets any more impressive.”
She put a hand on his wife’s knee and smiled sweetly. “We’ve been talking about other possibilities too,” she said, grinning widely.
Vicky snickered, guessing her intentions. “All you have to do to get him hard is to touch it a little. Just be careful because the little fella’s got a hair trigger.”
Jessie smiled, reaching down and gently grasping the small thing with two fingers. Eric grunted in approval and glanced around again.
She felt him growing more erect and was surprised that he had no more than an inch and a half to two inches to work with as she gently stroked with her thumb and forefinger.
Once he was completely hard, she withdrew her hand and looked down, smiling. “God, I hate to say it, but that thing is so darn cute,” she said, looking up at Vicky and a smiling Eric.
He shrugged in response and put it away, causing her to frown playfully. After a few minutes of conversation, he kissed his wife and went back to join the group he’d been in before.
As Vicky and Jessie talked some more, making plans and talking, John came back out from a bathroom break and smiled widely at Vicky and Jessie.
“Now John isn’t very gifted in that department either,” Jessie said. “But he’s bigger than your husband.”
John heard her at that point and came over to stand to one side. “Someone got a smaller dick than me?” he asked.
Vicky smirked and nodded, gesturing at her husband.
“He’s not a squirming little pussy of a cuckold, though,” Jessie said, smiling widely at him.
John grinned widely. “Are you trying to give me a hard-on?” he asked.
She giggled and shrugged. “Maybe.”
He came around behind them, but unlike Eric, he didn’t look around to see who was watching. Jessie didn’t know why he would have cared anyway. Most everyone was faced the other way or very involved in conversation.
He immediately unzipped his shorts and unbuttoned them, letting one hand hold them up and freeing himself with the other.
“Well, give the little son of a bitch a smack,” he said, looking at her. Jessie rolled her eyes and looked at Vicky with mock disdain. Sighing with exaggeration, she reached down and squeezed his flaccidity and smiled as he steadily grew erect.
“Well shit honey,” he said, looking at Vicky, “You ain’t gotta be shy.”
Vicky smiled and shook her head. “No thanks cutie,” she said. “I prefer the bigger boys and you don’t make the cut.”
John laughed and grinned widely at her. “Shit, baby, there you go! If you’re gonna deny a motherfucker a good dick-slap, at least insult me a little.”
“Trust me, he loves it,” Jessie said, giggling.
“Well, love is a strong word,” John said, grinning like a fool.
She smirked, removing her hand and admiring his nearly five inches. “Bull,” Jessie said. “You love it and you know it, you small-dick little weasel.”
Vicky smiled and looked down again.
John let her look a little longer and then stood there for a minute while the two ladies started talking about non-sexual stuff again.
Jessie figured that he was still feeling flirty and playful, and turned to look for him. She only saw the others, Dex included, facing away and talking animatedly about something. Looking back over her other shoulder, she saw John grab a drink and come back toward the two.
She turned back as Vicky finished her question and started to respond to her, then felt John’s hand tug gently at one of the tied strings of her bathing suit. She smirked and rolled her eyes as he came up close behind her, sliding her bathing suit partly off. The right side was hanging free, which he brought around to the left side, basically exposing her butt. She felt his thumb wriggle underneath her and probe gently at her anus, causing her to whimper slightly, smirking at Vicky as she did so.
The pretty blonde wife had stopped talking and was watching John’s playful game in amused silence.
“Just checkin’ yer oil,” he said, pulling his thumb out and popping it in his mouth.