Chapter 5: Poolside Exhibition
The kiss was deep, hungry, a claiming that made the chlorinated water feel like vapor around them. Tom’s fingers worked her clit with practiced precision from behind, his other hand splayed across her stomach, holding her steady against him. “Right here, baby,” Tom growled against her neck, his own need evident in the rasp of his voice. Bill broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and guided her backwards toward the wide, submerged steps at the shallow end. The tile was cool and rough against her back as Bill positioned her, his hands firm on her thighs, spreading her wide open to the room. “Tom, now,” Bill said, his voice a command, and Char felt the blunt, familiar pressure of her husband’s cock pressing against her from behind as Bill’s larger one nudged her from the front. They entered her together in one slow, impossibly full stroke that tore a shattered scream from her throat, a raw sound that echoed off the glass enclosure. The world narrowed to the overwhelming sensation of being utterly filled in yet another double penetration, the water lapping at their straining bodies. Their rhythm built, a driving, wet syncopation of thrusts that had her gripping Bill’s shoulders, her head thrown back on Tom’s chest.
Bill grunted, his pace never faltering, a new, exhibitionistic edge to his thrusts. Tom’s chuckle was dark and warm against her skin. “Told you Char, you’re a fucking star.” Tom's words, instead of breaking the spell, had welded it into something harder, more daring. Char let the laugh fade into a moan, giving herself over completely, her earlier secret fantasy of public fucking and consummation now a stunning, pulsating reality.
Char let the laugh fade into a moan, giving herself over completely, her earlier secret fantasy of public consummation now a stunning, pulsating reality. She abruptly stilled their rhythm, a conductor halting the orchestra. “My turn to drive,” she breathed, breaking their synchronized pace.
With deliberate slowness, she pushed them both out of her body, a gasp escaping her at the sudden, aching emptiness. Water sluiced from their skin as she reached down, her hands finding their rigid lengths beneath the surface. Char held a big, hard cock in each hand, feeling them throb against her palms as she kept them both busy, guiding them back to her aching openings.
“Guys, let’s get out,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “Take this to the big thick mats poolside.” She backed toward the steps, leading them by their cocks, a goddess pulling her devotees. Tom laughed, a sound of pure admiration, as he and Bill followed her helpless cue, their bodies emerging into the cooler air.
Droplets fell from them onto the sun-warmed teak deck. She led them to the dense, cushioned lounger pads, their thick fabric promising traction. “Here,” Char demanded, releasing them only to turn and lower herself on hands and knees onto one of the largest one, opening herself again.
She was demanding more. Tom didn’t hesitate, his hands settling on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. Bill watched for a half-second, his green eyes glittering with something beyond lust, before he knelt before her.
The late afternoon sun cast their tangled shadows long across the deck. “Anyone could see,” Tom murmured, not as a warning but as a wicked promise. Char just grinned, reaching back to pull him into her as she guided Bill forward with her other hand.
“Let them,” she said.