Chapter 2: First Taste
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The water was a warm, driving rain. Char stepped into its downpour, the world narrowing to the slick tiles underfoot, the sound of the spray, and the heat of two other bodies. Josh and Emily were a single, gasping silhouette against the frosted glass. Emily’s back was pressed to the wall, her mouth open as Josh kissed her throat, his hands cupping her ass, hiking her up.
Char didn’t hesitate. She moved behind Josh, her front against his wet back. She slid her hands around his waist, over the hard planes of his stomach, and down. The fabric of his board shorts was sodden, plastered to him. She could feel the formidable, rigid length of him underneath, pressed against Emily’s thigh. A low groan tore from Josh’s throat as Char’s fingers closed around him through the wet Lycra, stroking the solid outline.
“Fuck, Char,” he rasped, breaking his kiss with Emily.
Emily’s eyes opened, dark and dazed. They locked with Char’s over Josh’s shoulder. There was no jealousy there, only a wild, shared curiosity. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, a slick of her tongue over her lower lip.
“Let me see him, Em,” Char murmured, her voice barely audible over the water.
Emily’s small hands went to the waistband of Josh’s shorts. She pushed them down, her movements urgent. The fabric resisted for a moment over his hips, then gave, sliding down his muscular thighs to pool at his ankles.
His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, curving up against his stomach. It was impressive, much heavier-looking and longer than Tom’s 9.5 inches, the huge head already slick and shining. Pre-cum welled from the slit, mixing with the shower water.
Emily didn’t need prompting. She dropped to her knees on the wet tile, her face level with his erection. She looked up at Josh, then at Char, a devotee before an altar. Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Josh cried out, a sharp, guttural sound. His head fell back against Char’s shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut. Char held him, one hand splayed across his chest, feeling his heart hammer against his ribs. With her other hand, she reached around and cupped his huge ball sack, rolling the tight weight of his testicles in her palm. He shuddered violently.
“That’s it,” Char breathed in his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe. “Watch her. Watch your pretty wife suck your cock.”
His eyes flew open. He looked down, watching Emily’s head bob, her lips stretched wide around his girth. A string of saliva and pre-cum glistened on her chin. The sight was profoundly lewd, a raw, wet claiming. Josh’s hands tangled in Emily’s wet hair, not guiding, just holding on.
Char’s own arousal was a throbbing, insistent pulse. She ground herself against Josh’s back, the rough seam of her bikini bottom providing a delicious, frustrating pressure. She needed more.
From his chair by the pool, Tom watched. Char could feel his gaze like a physical touch, a brand on her skin. She turned her head, meeting his eyes across the shadowy distance. He was perfectly still, a dark shape in the lounger, one hand slowly stroking his own cock through his shorts. His silent intensity was a promise, a dare.
“Josh,” Char said, her voice firmer now, a command in the cascade. “Turn around.”
For a second, he didn’t move, transfixed by Emily’s mouth. Char pinched his nipple, hard. He jolted, blinking.
“Turn. Around. Please!"
Emily released him with a wet pop, breathing hard. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth, her eyes luminous. Josh, moving as if in a dream, turned within the circle of Char’s arms. His cock, wet and obscenely glossy, stood between them, nudging her stomach.
This close, he was even more imposing. A thick vein pulsed along the underside. Char ran a fingertip from base to tip, collecting the bead of fluid. She brought it to her mouth, tasting his salt. His breath hitched.
“You wanted this,” she stated, holding his gaze. “You stared all night. Now do something about it.”
She took his hand and placed it on the tie of her bikini top at her back. His fingers fumbled, clumsy with need, then pulled. The knot came loose. The black triangles fell away. Char’s breasts, full and heavy with their perfect curves, were bare to the warm spray and his stunned gaze.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered.
He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue circling the tight peak. A shock of pure, sharp pleasure shot through Char. She moaned, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him to her. He switched to the other, lavishing it with the same desperate attention, his hands coming up to knead and squeeze her flesh.
Emily watched from the floor, her own hand sliding between her legs, her fingers working in small, frantic circles under her bikini bottom.
Char pushed Josh back, just enough to look down at his wife. “Emily, come here.”
Emily scrambled up. Char caught her chin, tilting her face up, and kissed her. It was a soft kiss at first, then deeper, tasting of Josh and chlorine and her own sweet saliva. Emily whimpered into her mouth, her small body melting against Char’s. Char broke the kiss, trailing her lips down Emily’s throat.
“Take these off,” she said, tugging at Emily’s bikini bottom.
Emily stepped out of them, kicking the scrap of fabric aside. She was completely bare, petite and a small patch of short dark curly hairs just above her pussy, her skin pebbled with goosebumps from the water and the air. Char’s hand slid down Emily’s flat stomach, her fingers parting the soft folds beneath. Emily was soaking wet, her heat palpable even through the shower spray.
“He’s all yours, baby,” Josh groaned, watching Char’s hand.
But Char shook her head. She guided Emily’s hand to Josh’s cock. “He’s mine right now,” she said, her voice low and possessive. “You get to watch.” She looked at Josh. “And you get to feel this.”
Still holding Emily’s wrist, Char directed Josh’s hand between her own legs. He didn’t need instruction. His fingers pushed aside the damp fabric of her bikini bottom, finding her slick, swollen flesh. He groaned again, a sound of raw discovery, as his middle finger slid easily inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed, his eyes wide.
“Deeper,” Char gasped, rocking against his hand.
He added a second finger, curving them, stroking a spot that made her knees buckle. She cried out, the sound swallowed by the shower. Emily, still holding Josh’s rigid cock, began to stroke him slowly, her eyes fixed on where her husband’s fingers were buried inside her idol.
It was a circuit of desperate, shared pleasure—Josh fucking Char's tight pussy with his fingers, Emily jerking Josh off, Char kissing Emily’s shoulder, her neck, her mouth—all under the relentless, warm rain. The air thickened with the sounds of their breathing, the slap of wet skin, the choked-off curses and pleas.
Tom hadn’t moved from his chair, but his hand was moving faster now, a clear, rhythmic motion under the dim lights.
Char pulled Josh’s hand away from her, her own need boiling over. “Enough teasing,” she panted, pushing her bikini bottom down her hips, letting it fall. She was completely naked now. Her sweet pussy surrounded by short blonde curly hairs. She turned, bracing her hands against the cool, mosaic tile wall. She looked over her shoulder at Josh, his face a mask of stunned, feverish desire. “Now. I want your big cock inside me.”
He was on her in an instant. His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her ass. He guided himself to her entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against her soaked opening. He pushed, and there was a breathtaking, burning stretch as he began to enter her. He was so big!
“Oh God, Josh… your cock is so fucking big and. . . . oh yes,” she moaned, dropping her forehead to her arms. He was much bigger than Tom, filling her in a way that was almost too much, a delicious, yet punishing fullness. He slid into her pussy deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her, his cock's tip mashed against her cervix! They both froze for a second, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Then he pulled back and thrusted in again, this time harder. Fuller, more cock than ever before!
The sound Char made was pure, unfiltered pleasure. It echoed off the tiles. Josh set a punishing pace from the start, each drive pushing her forward against the wall. His balls slapped against her with every impact. The world dissolved into the sensation of him splitting her pussy open, the sweet smell of sex and wet skin, the sight of Emily watching, her own fingers feverishly working her clit.
“Harder,” Char demanded, her voice gritty. “Don’t you fucking hold back. I want all of you, every fucking inch! I want you to cum deep inside me, fill me up with your hot load!"
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming rougher, more animalistic. His hands left her hips and one snaked around to find her clit, rubbing it in rough, quick circles that matched his rhythm. The dual assault was too much, too perfect. The coil in Char’s belly wound tighter and tighter.
She looked out, past the streaming water. Tom was standing now at the edge of the shower alcove, his shorts gone, his own cock in his hand. He was watching Josh fuck his wife with a look of fierce, rapturous pride.
“Oh Tom,” she choked out. “Watch. Just please watch him fuck me and make me come.”
It was the final key. The permission, the voyeuristic charge, sent her careening over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering wave that clenched around Josh’s thrusting cock. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that was nothing like her usual voice.
Her convulsions tipped Josh over. With a roar that was half pain, half ecstasy, he drove into her one final, deep time and held there, pulsing several hard spurts of white-hot-sperm-laden cum as he emptied his huge hot load deep inside her in hot, endless spurts. at least ten!
They stayed like that for long moments, locked together, panting, the water washing over their trembling bodies. Slowly, Josh softened and slid out of her. A trickle of his release mixed with the water running down her inner thigh.
Char turned, her back against the wall, her legs shaky. Josh looked wrecked, beautiful, his eyes hazy with spent pleasure. Emily was still on her knees, her own climax fading, leaning her head against Josh’s leg.
Then Tom stepped under the spray.
He didn’t say a word. He pulled Char to him and kissed her, deep and searching, tasting the sweat on her lips, the salt of her skin. He broke the kiss and looked at Josh, who was watching them, still catching his breath.
“That,” Tom said, his voice rough with awe, “was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He grinned, a wild, untamed flash of teeth in the dark. “But we’re just getting started. Who’s ready for round two?”
Tom’s question hung in the steam-thick air, a challenge and an invitation. He stood there under the shower spray, water slicking his short hair, his cock still hard from watching. His eyes, dark and hungry, moved from Char’s spent form to Josh’s stunned face, then down to Emily who was still kneeling, her breath coming in quick little pants.
“I… fuck,” Josh breathed, a laugh of pure disbelief escaping him. He looked at his own softening cock, then at Tom’s eager one. “You’re a machine.”
“Just getting warmed up,” Tom said, his grin feral. He reached down, his hand not for himself, but for Emily’s chin. He tilted her face up to his. “You okay, kid? Looked like you were enjoying the show.”
Emily nodded, wordless, her eyes wide. Then she found her voice, small but sure. “It was…beautiful, incredible. I’ve never watched….” She trailed off, her gaze flicking to Char with naked admiration.
“Never what?” Char asked, pushing off the wall. Her legs felt like water, but a new, electric current was already tightening her nerves again. She stepped closer to Tom, running a hand down his chest. “Never seen your hot husband fuck another woman with his wonderful big cock? Or never wanted to be the one getting fucked next?”
Tom’s hand slid from Emily’s chin to her hair, his fingers tangling gently in the wet strands. He didn’t pull, just held. “She’s gorgeous, Josh. You’re a lucky man.” His voice was low, meant for all of them. “And I haven’t forgotten my manners. My wife had her turn with you. Now it’s my turn with your wife, if that's okay?.”
He didn’t wait for permission. He guided Emily to her feet, his other arm circling Char’s waist, pulling her in so the three of them were pressed together under the cascade. Skin slid on wet skin, a hot, slippery tangle of limbs. Tom kissed Char, hard and possessive, his tongue claiming her mouth. She could taste herself on him, a dark, intimate flavor.
He broke the kiss and turned his head to Emily. “You trust me?” he murmured against her temple.
“Yes, of course" she whispered, the words almost lost in the water’s hiss.
“Good.” In one smooth motion, Tom turned Emily around, her back to his front. His hands slid over her petite shoulders, down her ribs, coming to rest on her hips. He looked over her head at Josh. “Come here. She needs to see you.”
Josh moved, his body responding before his mind could catch up. He stood before Emily, his renewed erection, still wet from Char, pressing against her stomach. Tom’s hands urged her hips forward, grinding her against Josh. Emily moaned, her head falling back against Tom’s shoulder.
“Watch,” Tom instructed her, his voice a rough command. He was speaking to Emily, but his eyes were on Char. “Watch your husband’s face when I take you.”
Char watched, too, her hand moving to her own breast, pinching a nipple. The ache between her legs was fresh and sharp again, a throbbing echo of Josh’s invasion. Tom positioned himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against Emily’s entrance from behind. She was so small against him, her ass pressed against his pelvis.
“Please, Tom,” Emily begged, her fingers digging into Josh’s arms a she bent forward just a little, "fuck me!"
Tom pushed in slowly, a controlled, relentless invasion. Emily cried out, a sharp, high sound that wasn’t pain. Her body arched, accepting him. Josh watched, mesmerized, as Tom big cock filled his wife, inch by inch, until their bodies were flush with 9.5 inches of hard cock buried deep inside her pussy .
“Holy shit,” Josh breathed, his hand moving to stroke himself. “Look at her take you.”
Tom began to move, shallow at first, then deeper. Each thrust pushed Emily into Josh, who held her steady, his own cock now brushing her belly with every rock of her body. The rhythm was a three-part syncopation: Tom’s deep drives, Emily’s shuddering receives, Josh’s frantic friction against her skin.
Char moved behind Tom. She pressed her front against his back, her breasts flattened against his wet skin. She reached around his waist, her hand finding Emily’s clit, swollen and exposed from this angle. She circled it with slick fingers, matching Tom’s rhythm.
“You like that, Emily?” Char whispered into Tom’s back. “You like my husband’s cock splitting your sweet little pussy open while we make you come?”
Emily could only sob, a ragged, broken sound of overwhelming pleasure. Her hips writhed between the three points of contact—Tom behind, Josh in front, his hands on her tits and Char’s fingers on her clit. Tom’s pace increased, turning brutal, each slap of his skin against hers echoing in the tiled alcove. His breath came in ragged grunts now, the controlled pilot gone, replaced by something purely primal.
“Gonna come in your tight little pussy,” Tom growled into Emily’s ear, his words filthy and raw. “Gonna fill you up with my hot load of cum while your husband watches. You want that?”
Emily nodded frantically, "Oh fuck, yes, Oh. . . ." her words gone. Josh’s expression was one of agonized ecstasy, watching his wife being wonderfully used, being pleasured, being taken apart, being completely and expertly fucked by a 9.5" cock!
“Do it, Tom,” Josh choked out. “Fucking ruin her.”
The command seemed to snap the last of Tom’s control. He hammered into Emily, his body a piston of pure need. Char felt his muscles lock, felt the fierce tremor run through him. He shouted, a raw, wordless sound, as he slammed home and held there, pulsing a torrent of white hot cum deep inside her.
Emily’s orgasm ripped through her a second later, triggered by Char’s relentless fingers and the feel of Tom flooding her. She screamed, "Oh fuck, Josh, I want it more than I knew!" She had yelled Josh’s name, her body convulsing violently. The force of it pushed Josh over the edge. He came in hot, sudden stripes across her stomach and breasts, his own release joining the mess of water and sweat and spent pleasure.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of the shower and their ragged breathing. Then Tom gently pulled out of Emily, who slumped, boneless, against Josh. Josh caught her, holding her up, his eyes meeting Tom’s over her head. Something unspoken passed between them—a profound gratitude, a new and complete respect, a new, forged understanding, almost a brotherhood, the "You can fuck my wife anytime" type of brotherhood. They both felt it, knew it and knew it would always be there!"
Tom turned in Char’s arms, his face flushed, his eyes burning with a post-coital fire. He looked down at her, his hands cupping her face.
“Your turn again,” he said, his voice gravel. “My way.” His gaze shifted past her shoulder to Josh, who was tenderly wiping cum from Emily’s skin. “You got another one in you, son? Because I haven’t seen my wife come on your cock yet. I want to watch that. I want to see her fall apart for you.”
He stepped back, taking Char’s hand. He led her out of the shower, the cool night air a shock on their wet skin. He didn’t head for the loungers or the house. He walked her toward the deep end of the pool, its surface a dark, inviting blue under the stars.
“Tom,” she said, her voice shaky, her whole body alive with anticipation.
“Trust me,” he said, echoing his words to Emily. He stopped at the pool’s edge. “Josh!” he called, not looking back. “Bring your wife. We’re not done.”
Josh, with a dazed but eager Emily in his arms, followed them toward the water’s dark edge.