Chapter 2: Midnight Skinny Dip
The wet heat of Rose’s mouth engulfed him, and Marcus let out a low, guttural groan as his head tipped back, one hand burying itself in her damp auburn curls while the other braced against the pool’s tiled edge. "Fuck, Rose," he rasped, the words dissolving into steam above the shimmering water as her tongue worked the thick ridge beneath his shaft, her fingers still wrapped around the base, stroking the slick, heavy skin in a rhythm that made his hips twitch involuntarily. From behind her, Elena slid her palms over Rose's submerged hips, fingertips hooking into the soaked lace of her bra and dragging it down her freckled shoulders, exposing her breasts to the cool night air before Elena’s lips found the curve of her neck, whispering, "Good girl—you taste how much he wants you?" Bill stood paralyzed at the pool’s edge, heart hammering against his ribs as his own cock strained painfully against his swim trunks, his mind screaming caution while his body burned with a jealousy so sharp it thrummed with lust, and then Rose pulled off Marcus’s shaft with a wet pop, turned her head, and locked eyes with her husband as she whispered, "Don’t just watch, baby—come show me how you fuck me."
MARCUS GROANS deep in his chest, his fingers tightening in Rose's hair as she lingers a breath away from his shaft, her gaze still fixed on Bill. Bill's throat tightens, and the raw sound of another man's pleasure in his wife's mouth triggers something primal, snapping the last thread of his hesitation. He yanks his trunks down, the cool night air hitting his swollen cock as he steps into the water, the heat of the pool swallowing his legs. Rose sees him coming, a smile of pure, lustful triumph on her wet lips as she reaches for his hardness, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and guiding him toward her mouth. But before she can taste him, Bill grabs her hips, spins her around, and yanks her soaked lace panties to the side, his voice low and rough as he growls, "No, you already got your mouth full—now take me inside that greedy cunt."
Rose gasps, a stuttered, filthy sound that splashes against the warm water as her hips press back into him, her sopping bra still tangled at her elbows. Bill grasps her freckled hip with one hand, the other shoving aside the wet lace panel to reveal her slick, gleaming slit, and he slides his cock through that soaked heat before slamming to the hilt with a guttural curse. Marcus's eyes bore into the sight—Bill's shaft buried inside his wife, her back arched in the glowing pool—and he lets out a low, appreciative whistle while stepping closer. The water churns between their bodies, and Bill's rhythm starts ragged, each thrust punching a staggered moan from Rose's throat as she braces her hands against the pool's edge. "That's it," Elena breathes from behind Marcus, her fingers lazily tracing his bicep as she watches Bill take her, "Fuck her like you mean it, baby."
Rose whimpers as a second pair of hands slides around her waist, but Marcus's calloused grip ignores her entirely, moving past her hip to find Bill's where it grips her flesh. He curls his fingers around Bill's wrist and pulls, guiding the professor's hand from Rose's body and toward his own throbbing length, slick from Rose's earlier attention. "Your wife's got a talented tongue, but I want to see what that mouth of yours can do," Marcus rasps low and close to Bill's ear, the heat of his words cutting through the steam as he presses his straining cock against Bill's knuckles. Bill freezes mid-thrust, his rhythm faltering as Rose turns her head to watch, her lips parting on a moan of pure, wicked anticipation. "Fuck, Billy," she gasps, reaching back to grip his tense thigh while Marcus's hand wraps around Bill's shaft, his thumb tracing the thick vein along its underside as he strokes him slowly, deliberately, pulling a strangled groan from deep in Bill's chest.