Skinny-dipping
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - An evening of playing video games turns into a sexual adventure when my girlfriend Laura shows up and suggests we go skinny-dipping
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Nudism
The path to the quiet pool winds through a landscaped area thick with bushes and ornamental trees. Laura leads the way, her wet shorts clinging to her ass, and I see Eric watching her, his eyes fixed on the way the material is crawling up between her cheeks.
“This is insane,” Chris mutters beside me, but there’s an excitement in his voice that wasn’t there before. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”
“Neither can I,” I admit. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. Every rustle of leaves, every distant sound makes me flinch, expecting security or a neighbor to appear out of nowhere.
Laura glances back over her shoulder, catching Eric’s eyes fixed on her bottom. She gives it a little wiggle and winks. “Enjoying the view?”
“Absolutely,” Eric replies, his voice low and suggestive.
The quiet pool comes into view, nestled behind a privacy hedge that separates it from the main walkways. True to its name, it’s more secluded; there’s no underwater lighting here, just the soft glow of the moon reflecting off the surface.
I unlock the gate, and we file in, the gate clicking shut behind us with a sound that seems too loud in the stillness.
The quiet pool lives up to its reputation. The water is perfectly still, reflecting the night sky like a dark mirror. Manicured hedges create natural walls of privacy, and the lounge chairs here are nicer, cushioned instead of the plastic ones at the family pool.
Laura wastes no time. She peels off her top and shimmies out of her shorts in one fluid motion, standing nude again in the moonlight. “I love being naked,” she sighs, stretching her arms above her head in a way that makes her breasts lift and sway.
I strip down, tossing my damp clothes onto a nearby lounge chair. Eric does the same, his movements unhurried and deliberate. Chris hesitates again but follows suit when Laura gives him an encouraging smile.
This time, Laura doesn’t immediately jump in. Instead, she walks slowly around the perimeter of the pool, her body a silhouette against the hedges.
“This pool is so much better,” she murmurs, more to herself than to us. Then she turns, fixing her gaze on Chris. “Chris, come here,” she beckons with one finger.
Chris freezes, his erection still standing at attention despite his obvious nerves. “What? Why?”
“Because I want you to,” Laura says simply in that tone she has that no mortal man can resist.
I watch as Chris walks toward her on unsteady legs, his hands twitching at his sides like he’s fighting the urge to cover himself again. When he reaches her, Laura places both hands on his chest and looks down at his boner before meeting his eyes. I can see him visibly shiver at her touch.
“You’re so tense,” she whispers. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Chris swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I ... yeah, okay,” he manages, his voice cracking slightly.
Laura’s hands slide down his chest, her fingertips grazing his stomach, and I watch his slightly doughy body contract involuntarily. Her hands stop just above his cock, hovering there, teasing. I feel a surge of something, jealousy? arousal? both? watching my girlfriend touch another man so intimately.
Eric moves to stand beside me. “She’s something else,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “You’re a lucky guy.”
I don’t respond. My eyes are locked on Laura as she finally wraps her fingers around Chris’s shaft. He gasps, his whole body going rigid, and I watch his cock twitch in her grip. He turns his head toward me, eyes wide in panic, but Laura shushes him gently, her free hand coming up, the back of her fingers caressing his cheek.
“It’s okay,” she coos, her voice soft and reassuring. “Jay doesn’t mind. Do you, babe?”
Three pairs of eyes turn to me. Chris looks like he’s about to puke; Eric’s watching with undisguised interest; and Laura, my beautiful, wild, unpredictable Laura, is looking at me, a silent dare, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth that makes my stomach flip.
Do I mind? The question echoes in my head. My girlfriend has another man’s cock in her hand, and I should be furious. I should be dragging Chris away and telling everyone to go home. But instead, there’s this heat spreading through my chest, pooling low in my belly. Watching her touch him, seeing the way Chris trembles under her attention, it’s doing something to me that I don’t fully understand.
“No,” I hear myself quietly say, my voice rough. “I ... I don’t mind.”
Chris’s jaw drops. Laura’s smile widens, victorious. She starts stroking him slowly, her wrist twisting on the upstroke, and Chris lets out a moan that seems to surprise even him.
“Holy shit,” Eric breathes beside me. His hand has found his own cock, stroking lazily as he watches.
I should feel something other than this burning arousal. I should feel betrayed, angry, something. But watching Laura work Chris’s dick more rapidly now, seeing the way his hips start to move involuntarily, hearing the fapping sound of her hand gliding over his shaft, all I feel is want.
“Fuck,” Chris breathes, his head falling back. “Laura, I’m gonna ... I can’t...”
Laura makes direct contact with me, her eyes dark with lust, but speaks softly to Chris. “It’s okay, sweetie. Cum for me.”
Chris’s entire body tenses, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His hips jerk forward once, twice, and then he’s cumming, thick ropes of semen spurting from the tip, splashing onto Laura’s stomach and thighs. She keeps stroking him through it, coaxing out every last drop as he shudders and gasps.
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh God,” Chris babbles, his legs looking like they might give out at any moment.
Laura releases him with a satisfied smile, looking down at the mess he’s made on her skin. “I got splattered,” she giggles, running a finger through the sperm dripping down her belly, her eyes never leaving mine.
My own cock is painfully hard now, throbbing with every heartbeat, clear precum dripping from the slit. I can’t believe what I just watched. I can’t believe how incredibly turned on I am by it. But there’s no denying the evidence standing at attention between my legs.
Laura jumps into the pool, completely unbothered, as if I hadn’t just observed her giving a hand job to my best friend.
Chris stands frozen where Laura left him, his softening cock hanging between his legs, his expression a combination of disbelief and post-orgasmic bliss. He looks at me, opens his mouth like he’s about to apologize or explain, but nothing comes out.
“Dude,” Eric says, clapping him on the shoulder as he walks past toward the pool. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”
Chris just nods dumbly. I know the feeling. My brain is struggling to catch up with the reality of what I just witnessed, what I just allowed to happen, what I actively encouraged by not stopping it.
Eric dives into the pool, sending a spray of water onto the concrete deck. When he surfaces, he’s right next to Laura, and I watch them treading water together, their bodies close in the darkness.
“Come on, you two, get in. We need to swim in this one before we move on to the next,” Laura calls out, splashing water in our direction.
I force my legs to move, walking to the edge of the pool and lowering myself in. The water is cooler here than at the family pool, but it does nothing to diminish my erection. Chris follows a moment later, slipping in quietly and immediately swimming to the far end, probably trying to process what just happened.