I walked through the chest high water to the other three. Without anyone saying anything about it, we fell into a sort of square, with each of us at a corner. Peter and I faced each other, with the women to our sides, facing each other as well. Erika was at the deepest corner of our formation, leaving her breasts almost entirely submerged. I was fine with that, as that meant my cock was pretty deep underwater also. Sara was on the shallowest corner of our little setup. I was cool with that too, as her tits were almost breaking free of the surface.
And we just fell back into the conversation from earlier in the evening, chatting away about kids, jobs, Netflix, and other stuff, and sipping on our whiskey. It boggled my mind. We were all acting as if we were not naked as the day we were born and standing in a pool with other grown-ass adults.
At least we were acting that way on the surface. There was an undercurrent of… something. Laughter at jokes came quicker and was louder than it had been before, but any obvious openings for a dirty joke or double-entendre were always ignored. Our kids had always been the number one subject of discussion among the four of us, but as this night went on, the subject of the girls drifted into the background.
At one point, Erika and I exchanged a glance. Her eyes widened at me and her smile got a little wild. I rolled my eyes back at her in agreement.
It is pretty unnatural to stand around in a group and not move a bit, especially in cool pool water. Our group therefor drifted a bit as time went on, but we always kept the same formation and spacing, about four feet apart–well outside of what any of us would have considered Personal Space. Then I noticed, again without any apparent leadership from anyone, that we were drifting into the shallower end of the pool. The big give away that it was happening was the way Sara’s tasty, pert nipples were now well above the water. In fact, her entire tits were hanging beautifully above the surface.
Peter was eyeing his wife’s chest. Erika was staring at those breasts as well. Once I became consciously aware at how exposed they were, I desperately tried to stare at anything else. Erika caught my eyes wandering everywhere but in Sara’s direction, and she laughed silently at me. Her look at me said, ‘Can you believe this shit?’
My replying glance told her, ‘It’s crazy!’
Erika’s gaze drifted back to Sara’s chest bobbing on the surface and I realized two things. First, Erika was having to bend her knees slightly to keep her own nipples from breaking the surface where she stood. Second, she was staring at Sara’s breasts with something that looked like jealousy. That second impression was lunacy. Sara has delicious, pert, shapely, and enticingly nippled breasts, but my wife had zero reason to be jealous them. Zero.
Unless it was because those breasts of Sara’s were exposed above the water for Peter… and for ME… to see, and hers were not.
As if I had read her mind, and without missing a beat in the story she was telling, Erika flashed a quick, cryptic look at me. Then she straightened her legs and drifted forward. The rest of us naturally moved shallower in concert with her, keeping our tacitly agreed upon formation. By the time she had finished what she was talking about, don’t ask me what the hell it was, her breasts were almost entirely out of the water. God, they looked awesome.
Then it hit me, the whole time Erika was casually revealing herself, her eyes weren’t on me, and they weren’t on Sara. They were fixed on Peter. I looked at him, and he was not so reluctant to stare at unfamiliar mammaries as I was. ‘Ha!’ I though at Peter boastfully in my head. ‘Suck on those puppies!’ I paused. ‘Or don’t… or… um…’ I had never known it was possible to become tongue-tied in an inner monologue.
As she finished her story, Erika flushed a little, and I could tell it was in response to Pater’s gaze. Fuck this. I was going give my eyes their fill of Sara’s body. In addition to her ripe breasts, Sara was almost elfinly slender. Her shoulders were straight and her skin stretched tautly over her collar bones beneath her long neck. She in no way looked skinny or bony, but you could barely make out the contours of the bottom of her rib cage. Erika’s progress toward the shallow end had brought Sara out of the water almost to her enticing navel and I could see her stomach was amazingly flat. She certainly had no six-pack, but you could clearly see the vertical dividing line in her abdominals.
Sara went on to tell a story of her own next, but her own story reminded her of something and she turned to Peter to make an aside about their car problems. My eyes left her and I looked at Erika. She was smiling broadly, but I though little nervously. Her expression read to me as, ‘Whoa! THIS is new.’
For a moment, I didn’t understand what new ‘this’ she was thinking about. It clearly wasn’t her own exposure, she’d been gloriously free of the water for a while now. That’s when I realized that while I was checking out Sara’s carriage, our little square had become slightly rectangular instead. Peter was now a small but perceptible step closer to my wife than he was to his. And Sara had closed the same distance with me.
Erika’s face was outwardly calm, but I could see the confusion in it… and the excitement! She looked at me again. ‘Is this actually happening?’ her gaze said to me.
‘I guess it is. Whatever THIS is,’ I shrugged back in nervous response. We looked at each other eyes, almost scared of each other. Sara and Peter finished negotiating over who got the loaner when the car went in to service, and our conversation resumed. By mutual but silent consent Erika and I each heaved a gulp of air and slid another small step closer to Peter and Sara respectively.
The moment we made that small, accepting step, the atmosphere altered palpably. The conversation was still banal, but the feeling was now electric. I had thought that Sara’s nipples had been hard already, but in moments after I moved that little bit closer to her, they sprang to arresting levels of pertness. They were fantastically erect, and I thought I could probably hang my keyring from them. I glanced back at Erika and saw that her headlights too were on high-beam.
My erection had never gone away, but it was now intruding itself into my conscious thoughts much more forcefully. And I noticed that Peter was just like me: We both seemed at somewhat of a loss as to what to do with our hands in order to keep them occupied and away from fondling ourselves.
I gulped a breath and slid another step closer to Sara. She had decided to do the same thing, at the same time, and we both jumped at the sudden closure. It was the first formation change among the four of us that was obvious, not subtle, and we all laughed hysterically, but without actually mentioning why were were laughing. By the time we stopped laughing and resumed our discussion on how best to binge Stranger Things, Peter and Erika were right next to each other too.
And Sara and I found ourselves just little bit too far away from Erika and Peter for comfortable conversation. Neither group moved to close that suddenly uncomfortable gap.
But Erika and I could still use our ‘Marriage Radio’. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back at me with nervous reassurance. I flicked my gaze toward Peter and raised an eyebrow at her with a tiny grin. She looked at him too, much longer than I had, and shrugged back at me with a naughty little smile. Then she looked at Sara momentarily and then back at me. I bit my lower lip cheekily.