Peter and I were visiting my brother Oliver and his wife Cloe at their home in San Diego. The men had gone off to play golf, though neither one of them claimed to be any good. I was supposed to understand that when they told me their handicaps, but I would just nod and say, "You're just being modest."
Cloe and I went out back to their pool. Since the men were away, we were topless under our wraps. In the water, her tight, wet, 34C boobs would glisten whenever she dipped under water and she came back up. We didn't swim much, but mostly sat in the lounge chairs chatting and sharing a pitcher of pina colada's that she had worked up.
That day out of the blue, she asked, "Ever the faithful wife?" This was after my tryst with her husband, my brother, and the adventure with a coworker, Jerome. I figured I could afford to be honest, since women don't ask their friends questions like that unless their own history is a bit colorful. Peter and me had yet to own up to both our dalliances; I told you about that in a previous story.
"Well not exactly," I replied, trying to minimize my sins out of some sort of instinct I suppose. "And you, Cloe, ever the faithful wife?" Would she admit she had cheated on my brother?
"Ha, ha," she laughed coarsely. "Not exactly," she mocked.
"And how many not exactly's have there been?" I was getting curious.
"A few."
"OK? Go on?"
"Well Oliver travels so much," she started.
I opined, "Tell me about that problem."
"After work," she paused. "At a bar. A guy from work. We lingered, chatting. I always liked him."
"OK?"
"He put his hand on my leg under the table. Short skirt. My bare leg. It was electric and I didn't brush his hand away. Of course, it slid higher. So I turned to him, 'Maybe we should go somewhere,' and he walked me to the parking lot."
"I see where this is heading."
"Well not much happened in the parking lot. We kissed and his hand got under my skirt and all. But I followed him home and spent the night there. It shocked me how easy it was to fuck another man. ... And now you, my white lily?"
"Guy from work, too. After the Christmas party. Peter was away. We made out by the rest rooms for a second. He got his wife drunk and came by after she fell asleep at home. Pretty cheeky don't you think."
"Others?"
"Yeah. Nothing special." Like fucking my own brother was nothing special?!?! "Pickups."
Redirecting the subject, "A few you said?" She described two or three more trysts. I noticed a wet spot in her bikini bottom and wondered if mine revealed my own reaction.
Suddenly, I heard the gate latch rattle and a dark haired young man, really a boy, clad only in shorts and sandals, came into the enclosure. "It's the pool guy," Cloe offered. I pulled my wrap closed over my otherwise bare breasts and tied the sash tighter. Cloe made no similar move toward modesty.
"Hi Alexus, this is Pat, my sister-in-law."
"Hello, mam, pleased to meet you."
"Me too Alexus," such a young boy.
Cloe offered, "You should get to know each other," as she reached under her wrap, clasped her breast, and directed Alexus toward me with a nod. We both got the message, but of course, I was shocked. Had she been fooling around with this young boy?
The boy came closer, unsure of himself. Cloe rolled off her lounge chair and stood over me. She pulled open my wrap and said, "She's beautiful, don't you think?" He nodded nervously. "Help me with her bikini."
I should have put a halt to this right then, but I was already aroused from our conversations and well, it wasn't going to be the first time I ever fooled around after I married. I arched my back enough to let the bottoms slide off my hips. Cloe bent over and wrapped her lips around my now bared nipple - I hadn't figured her for bisexual and I wasn't sure if this told me she was.
My bikini landed on the deck and Alexus slid out of his shorts. He was a beautiful specimen! I found myself admiring his swelling cock. I spread my knees to allow his fingers to play between my legs. Cloe lowered the back of my lounge chair and Alexus climbed over me. He pushed two fingers into my vagina, toyed with my clit with his thumb. and began sucking on my tits one by one. I held his cock in my hand and tried to rub it as best I could with his weight on me.
When we were both ready, he pulled his hand away and I let him take hold of his own shaft. Though he had a lot to learn about pleasing a woman, it felt good when he pushed it into my opening. His thrusts were powerful and youthful. Cloe had spit on her fingers and was playing in my asshole. I found Cloe's pussy and found her slippery love hole welcoming to my own fingers. A wave of orgasm swept over my body all the way down to my toes before the boy was able to finish.
Sensing that I was already satisfied, Alexus pulled out and moved over to Cloe. In that way, I suppose he showed more sexual education than I had figured. Cloe was already naked, and all he had to do was push open her legs and enter her. Their intercourse was intense and passionate. I could tell from her expressions that this was far from the first time for those two. When he pulled out, there were white blobs of his cum on her pussy hair, and more drooled out of her opening. It was actually not that often that I've seen that, so I'll admit I was fascinated.
Alexus pulled on his shorts and got back to his job of vacuuming the bottom of the pool. Cloe and I slid naked into the hot tub section of the pool. "How old is he, Cloe?" I asked.
"Well he seems to have a driver's license." I supposed that was good enough in this state. But I'd never cheated with someone who couldn't buy a drink at a bar. "He told me I was the first one. ... And second and third, hehe."
Cloe sat on a high place in the bubbling tub and started playing with her boobs in a way that the boy would notice. I was just sitting there, but my boobs were also out of the water. Alexus started to pay attention. "Aren't you glad you got to know her?" Cloe asked, "Don't you want to know her some more?"
I looked at her slightly amazed and aghast, but not unwilling. The boy slid his shorts off again, revealing that his cock was already at full staff. He slipped into the hot water, took a deep breath as he got used to the temperature and waded across to me. He ducked under the bubbles and soon I felt his tongue lapping between my pussy lips. I didn't think he knew that trick.
When he was out of oxygen, he popped out of the steaming water holding his shaft. He moved close between my legs. I guess a girl's lubrication still works pretty well under water because his cock found its way deep into my love canal. It was round two for him, so I actually had two orgasms before I was pretty sure he was cumming inside me. Cloe had been sitting across from me on the edge of the tub finger fucking herself. Seeing that certainly helped my own climaxes arrive. I pushed myself up onto the edge of the deck. Despite the rinsing effect of the swirling water, white blobs of male love were leaking out of my vagina.
Alexus managed to fuck Cloe as she sat on the edge of the tub. I couldn't help playing between my legs as I, in turn, watched those two.
Then Alexus climbed out of the water, pulled his shorts back on and left. Cloe and I dropped back in the water and used our fingers to rinse out any evidence of our marital perfidy.
We were dressed, sipping red wine at their bar when our husbands returned. I dipped my finger into the wine and wrote a red A on the countertop before I wiped it away with my napkin. Cloe smiled.