We stared at each other. Then we each turned and began two separate conversations, each with the person we were standing near.
Peter and Sara picked up on our change in body language, and responded. In moments, Sara had turned in the pool to directly face me. In the next minute or two, we slid closer and closer until we were only inches away from each other. My cock’s hitherto unknown Naked Hot Babe Proximity Alert was screaming. I cast a glance into the water. My manhood could not have been floating more than an inch from her belly. I looked into her eyes, and she stared back into mine. Then she just barely licked her lips.
“Come on, George,” Sara said loudly enough to intrude on Peter and Erika’s discussion about the stars overhead, “Would you help me in the kitchen for a while?”
Peter just looked at his wife briefly and waved languidly with a smile. “Thanks hon! Have fun!”
Erika looked at me. It was quite dark now, but to me, her gaze was half asking me if she was okay and if I was okay, and half telling me to beat it. I smiled broadly and followed Sara, well, Sara’s ass, out of the pool. She paused by the towel bin they had and rubbed herself dry in a quick but outstanding show. Then she dropped the towel back on the rack and meandered inside, still naked. I copied her as fast as I could.
The living room was dark as we passed through it into the well-lit kitchen. Sara walked to the cleared-off island in the center of the room and turned around, leaning back against it. She looked at me with an expression that was half invitation and half hunger.
I found myself approaching her without thinking. My hands reached out to lightly caress her hips, then run up her flanks. Sara took my chin in her hands and kissed me as my hands reached her chest and took hold of her supple, responsive breasts. I teased her eager, outthrust nipples and her tongue probed the depths of my mouth.
Then her hands came up and cradled my balls, slowly starting to run up my cock and I jerked backward, suddenly confused. Thankfully, Sara did not seem insulted by my sudden backpedaling, nor even surprised. Instead, she just mirthfully asked, “Aren’t you enjoying yourself, George?”
I gulped and nodded frantically, like a six year-old. “I… Yes, very. But, I… It’s Erika. I’m not sure she… I’ve got to know if she’s really ready for this.”
Sara, just leaned forward and caressed my chin lightly. “Not jealous, are you?”
“Jealousy would be pretty stupid in a man standing in here with you like this,” I replied, more than a little surprised that I meant it. “I’m just worried that SHE might not be ready, or jealous, or whatever,” I went on, still confused.
“So, let’s go see, then,” said Sara simply, and she led me quietly back into the darkened living room. Once through the door, she gestured me to lead, and I crossed to where I could see Erika and Peter standing by the pool, definitely no longer looking at the stars. They were kissing… pretty energetically. Peter had one arm around her, massaging her soft, ripe ass, sliding up under it a little, in fact. His other hand was buried in one of my wife’s delicious tits.
Erika had one hand wrapped firmly around his cock and was sliding it up and down. Her other was stroking his smooth, muscular, hairless chest, and my own skin itched. I feared a waxing was in my future. I felt my cock throbbing even more urgently.
I felt a hand reaching around me and softly caress that pulsing member. “I’d say she has pretty much bought into the idea,” Sara murmured playfully. I turned to her and she led me much more firmly back toward the kitchen, this time using my cock like it was a leash. Once through the door, she let go of my manhood and kept walking. I pounced forward and lifted her swiftly into my arms. She giggled in surprise. I carried her over to the island and set her down on the edge.
I was determined to move past any lingering doubts about, well, all of this, so I found myself moving forcefully. I spread her knees and stepped between them, lowering my mouth to suckle, hard, on one of her fantastic, over-achieving nipples. Sara sighed and ran her hands over my back while I devoured her breasts.
When I came up for air, Sara kissed me again, deeply, then began to pull me up onto the countertop beside her. I eagerly cooperated and climbed up with her. I pressed her back into the middle of the expanse of cold granite and lay half atop her, my hands exploring between her legs gently. I moved my kisses down her long, elegant neck and licked gently at her nape.
Sara’s legs spread invitingly, and my fingers delved deep inside her. Her hands again caressed and tugged at my manhood in response. Suddenly she pushed me off of herself to my side. “Stay down,” she instructed quietly and pushed up on her knees. But not for long. She immediately laid back down alongside me once more, but this time she was facing the opposite way.
Lying her side, she clasped my cock gently and pointed it toward her mouth. I eagerly rolled fully on my side in response and she began to lick my glans softly, tormentingly. Her hand rubbed the base of my shaft as she did so.
Despite this incredible attention, I realized that I was still almost as much turned on by the image of Erika’s ass being firmly clasped by Peter, her eyes closed in pleasure at the way he was clearly worshiping her. Almost. The combination of Sara’s naked reality and intruding imagination about Erika in Peter’s embrace left me hotter than I could remember ever being.
I realized that Sara had positioned her crotch right before my own face and I leaned forward to begin to gently kiss the mere wisp of hair rising from between her legs. With him worshiping my wife such a turn-on for me all of a sudden, I felt I owed it to my good friend Peter to worship the hell out of his wife in turn.
Sara softly raised one thigh, resting her foot next to her lower knee. It gave me all the access I needed and I dove my face in-between her legs to lick eagerly. My lips bumped first across her swelling clitoris, then I found my tongue could easily penetrate her damp, swollen labia. I reached out a hand and grasped her small, firm, enticing ass, massaging it aggressively as I plunged my tongue inside her.