Chapter 7: Pool Party

It was early Saturday afternoon and Tony’s pool party was this in a short while. I’d resigned myself to going with the hope that Marissa and I could be cool. I was hoping that now that Tony had dipped his stick into my wife, the novelty had worn off and we could just be neighbors.

Marissa was in her office, singing to the radio, while she worked on one of her web projects. I was trying to figure out whether to take wine or beer to Tony’s, so I walked in and interrupted her to ask. She seemed extra perky as she typed away without looking at me.

“Honey, it doesn’t matter,” she stated cheerfully. “He’ll have plenty of alcohol there. Besides, he told us not to bring anything but our suits.”

I was surprised to smell her wonderful perfume as I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. “You’re wearing perfume,” I stated. She usually only wore it when we were going out.

“Um, yeah, I wanted to smell good for you. Now leave me alone so I can finish this code.” She through me sort of a little air kiss out of the corner of her mouth and went back to typing.

There wasn’t much that I had to do so I took Ginger for a walk and by the time I got back, Marissa was walking out of our bedroom wearing the almost nothing bathing suit. I was a little dismayed and said, “Honey, you can’t wear that suit to Tony’s. I thought that was just for here, you know, our pool?”

“Jesus Brad, he’s already seen me naked. Wearing this suit isn’t going to make any difference. Besides, I want you ogling me, not his girlfriend’s big chest.” Signaling that the conversation was over she added, “You’d better go change; we’re supposed to be there in ten minutes.”

We drove over to Tony’s place and Marissa was only wearing the tiny suit and the crochet cover with white sandals. I looked down at her cute feet and saw that she’d had little flowers painted on her red toenails. “I like your toenails.”

“Thanks. They’re cute, aren’t they?”

We drove into Tony’s circular driveway, got out and rang the doorbell. Tony opened the door within a couple of minutes. He was only wearing a pair of boxer style bathing trunks. A gold chain hung down his hairy chest. “Come on in,” he said. “You look magnificent as always Marissa.”

“Thank you Tony,” she answered, flashing him a demure smile.

“Head right out to the back by the pool,” he directed. I noticed that his house still had the rental furniture in it. As if reading my mind, he said, “When are you going to take me shopping for furniture Marissa? I need to get rid of this junk.”

“Anytime Tony, just give me a call.”

“You know, I don’t think that I have your number.”

We were passing through the kitchen and my wife picked up a pen and notepad lying next to the phone. “Here’s my cell.” She wrote her number on the pad. “Call me anytime.”

I looked out the French doors to the patio. I have to admit that I was hoping to see Kaitlyn, but instead all I could see was a dark-haired woman lying out on a lounger in the sun next to the heart shaped pool.

“Come on out. There’s cold beer waiting.”

We walked out and I was disappointed to see that it was Heather lying on the lounger, not Kaitlyn; although since she was completely naked, I shouldn’t complain.

“I didn’t know that bathing suits were optional,” said Marissa as she took off her cover.

Tony’s eyes openly looked her up and down, his mouth almost salivating. “Dio, tu sei bella,” he said.

I looked at my wife and saw her blush. I asked, trying to sound casual, “Is he flirting with you again?”

“I think that Tony likes my swimsuit,” she said to me. “He just said that I look nice.”

“Mi piace il tuo vestito compleanno ancora meglio, il mio fiore,” said Tony. Marissa felt her blush deepened. She didn’t think that she should tell Brad that Tony had basically told her that he liked her naked even more, calling her his little flower.

Marissa walked by Tony and his eyes followed her ass, naked except for the tiny string going up her crack. “What’s that on your ass?” he asked, referring to the tattoo that was normally hidden on her backside.

Turning her head to look back at him, she gave him a dimpled smile and replied, “It’s a butterfly.”

He bent his head down to get a better look. “I like it,” he stated.

She seemed pleased and wiggled her butt before continuing her walk to the poolside. Tony followed with a big grin on his face and I frowned at her teasing behavior. It bothered me that she hadn’t translate what he’d said, and I had a bad feeling that this evening was going to turn out different that I’d hoped.

Heather stood up and my eyes went involuntarily to her breasts. “Heather you remember Brad. And this is his lovely wife, Marissa”

Heather stepped forward and offered her hand to my wife, completely comfortable with her nudity. “Pleased to meet you.” I don’t think that my eyes had left her breast, but I pulled them up as she turned to me and held out her hand. “It’s good to see you again Brad,” in her cute little girl voice.

“It’s good to see you too.” I saw my wife look at me frowning and I wondered if she hadn’t liked my choice of words. I forced myself to keep looking at Heather’s smiling eyes.

“Let me get you guys something to drink. Is beer ok?” asked Tony

“Sounds great,” said Marissa.

He looked at me and I shook my head affirmatively. Tony walked over to the barbeque and opened a door to a small refrigerator underneath. He returned with four cold Coronas. Handing us one each, he pointed the neck of his to us and said, “Here’s to new friends.” We clinked bottles and drank.

We stood and chatted for a couple of minutes and I couldn’t help but compare the two women. Marissa’s bikini didn’t hide anything, and I thought that she looked like a movie star next to the tanned, bustier and slightly taller Heather.

“Well, have a seat,” said Tony. He pointed to the four lounge chairs nearby. They were arranged in a row, facing the pool, with a small table between the two center chairs. Heather had been on the third chair down and a crumpled towel was on it as well as the first chair. Two towels, neatly folded, were on the second and fourth chairs. It all seemed a little too planned to me and my suspicions were confirmed when Tony directed my wife to the second chair, leaving the fourth to me.

We all drank a beer and chatted. I was having trouble looking across Heather’s naked body to the other two, but what’s a guy to do. I stripped down to my bathing suit and sighed. It was very comfortable out by the pool. There was a slight breeze keeping me cool, but little Bradley wasn’t and was semi-erect. There must have been something about lying next to a naked woman. Go figure?

Heather turned over on her stomach and asked, “Would you put some lotion on my back Brad?”

I knew I was screwed as she held a tube of suntan lotion in her outstretched hand. I looked over at my wife and by the look on her face I guessed that she was challenging me to avoid the temptation that confronted me. If only I could come up with some excuse that didn’t make me appear the fool. All three of them were looking at me like they were wondering if I had the will to resist.

“Please,” said Heather, rather impatiently.

It was almost like someone else took the tube from her hand as I squeezed some onto my palm and rubbed my hands together to get it warm before I applied it to her shoulders. I looked at Tony and saw he had a big grin on his face. Marissa’s smile, however, seemed a little frozen as she turned her head to look at Tony.

“A heart shaped pool? Really?” she said to him.

He just shrugged, “It was here when I bought the place.”

I squeezed more lotion onto my palm and self-consciously I worked my way down her back while trying to not look at her round buttocks. Women’s butts have always been a big turn-on for me, and it was very difficult not to admire hers. She had nice round cheeks with a crack that made me want to bury my face; go cheek to cheek, so to speak.

I finished the small of her back and paused. My wife was studiously avoiding looking at me and Tony was saying, “Hey, it was this way when I bought it.”

Heather turned her head and said with a seductive smile, “Don’t stop Brad; I don’t want my butt to get burned.”

I squirted more lotion onto my palm and rubbed it into her ass cheeks. She had very soft ass cheeks, even as she tightened her ass muscles under my palm. I could feel my erection pushing down the leg of my swimsuit as my fingers oiled the valley between her cheeks; spreading them apart so I could see her puckered little butthole. Little Bradley was now nearing full attention by now and was tenting my suit.

I looked over at Tony and my wife and now they were both watching me while they were making small talk. ‘Ah fuck,” I thought as I finished rubbing lotion in Heather’s crack. Trying to act natural, I continued down her legs. She spread her legs as I worked on the back of her thighs, giving me a clear view of the slit of her pussy joining her ass crack. I was completely erect now as I put lotion on her calves. Consciously I turned my face away from the delectable view while I lifted a leg and massaged lotion into her soft feet. “Hmmmm,” she purred, “you have nice strong hands. Then she turned over. She had her eyes closed, fully expecting me to continue.

“Fuck, fuck, “ I thought. I was totally screwed. I suppose that the smart thing would have been to make some lame excuse, like I had to go to the bathroom. My hard-on was already tenting my swim trunks and I looked down at her tawny body. Her boobs might have been fake, but to me they looked nice and soft to me. I squeezed lotion onto my hands and rubbed it onto her shoulders. And then; her breasts were soft, and her nipples hardened under my palms.

Marissa turned to Tony and said, “Would you do me Tony?” She looked at me with a superior look on her face before turning over onto her stomach.

“Sure beautiful, it would be my pleasure,” he replied as he put a cushion on the pool deck and knelt beside her chair.

“Oh, mine too, I assure you,” she purred.

I strongly suspected that I knew how this was going to turn out, basically a repeat of our night out. But as I spread lotion on Heather’s breasts and looked at her swollen vulva; I wasn’t sure that that would be all bad.

I squirted more lotion on my hand and handed the bottle to Tony. I finished Heather’s breasts and moved my hands to her stomach. I watched Marissa lean forward on the lounger and then she reached around her back and slowly untied the suit string around her neck. The string fell down and with a little tug from her fingers, the tops of her tiny bikini flipped down like two inverted pyramids. The look on Tony’s face was pure lust as he poured lotion onto his palm.

I watched his strong hands glide over her milky white skin and even though I realized that I wasn’t being fair; I couldn’t help but feel jealous. I hadn’t realized that I’d stopped spreading lotion on Heather until she cleared her throat and was looking at me quizzically. Trying to hide my embarrassment; I smiled weakly and held out my hand for Tony to pass me the suntan lotion.

I poured lotion on my hand and turned my attention back to the naked woman lying next to me. I looked down at her protruding mons and was momentarily perplexed. Are you supposed to put lotion there? Heather watched me with hooded eyes, waiting for me to continue.

I looked over at my wife and Tony to see if they were watching, but they were busy. Marissa laughed at something he said before he leaned over and kissed her. She put a hand on the side of his face and kissed him back; I thought a little too enthusiastically.

“What the fuck,” I thought and began applying lotion to Heather’s shaved pubic area. She pushed up against my hand then reached down and held my hand against her mound and said, “MMMMM!” rather loudly and she lifted her groin against my hand.

Both Tony and my wife both turned their heads and looked at us. Marissa rolled onto her stomach while Tony began rubbing lotion onto her lower back. “Hai un culo fantastico,” I heard him say.

“Hey Tony,” I complained, “enough Italian okay?”

“Sorry Brad,” he replied with a grin, “I just told your wife that she has a nice ass.”

I watched as he leaned his head down and kissed her left butt cheek. It was something that I did all of the time and I felt a proprietary jealousy stir as he sucked on her soft butt.

My wife turned her head, smiling. “Tony, stop that; you’re going to leave a hickie.”

“I know. You’re mine until that goes away,” he said with his face buried between her but cheeks.

She laughed. “Sei così romantico!” she teased.

Still looking up at her from between her butt cheeks he translated before I could ask, “Yes I am very romantic.”

I felt like I should make a gagging sound and hadn’t been aware that I’d stopped putting lotion on Heather until she said, “Earth to Bradley.”

“Oh sorry,” I said as I reached my hand toward Tony to hand me the lotion. At least he had to rise up to pass it to me. Pissed, but trying not to show it, I began rubbing lotion on Heather’s groin. When I reached her mons, she put her hands on mine and pushed down while lifting her hips even further and moaned. She took my hand and slid several fingers into her snatch. What could I do? I started rubbing her clitoris with my thumb and slit my fingers up and down her very wet pussy. It took Heather no time to vocally climax against my hand. “Thanks Bradley, that was just what I needed,” she said sweetly when she’d calmed down.

I looked over at Tony and Marissa. My wife seemed to purposely ignore what Heather and I were doing and as she rolled over onto her stomach, I saw the big hickie where he’d put his claim right next to the butterfly tattoo on her ass.

She had her eyes closed with a dreamy look on her face. One of Tony’s hands was on her breast, the other down under the skimpy suit bottoms. She turned around, glancing at me to see if I was watching. She put a hand behind his head and kissed him passionately while he buried two fingers in her pussy. “Ooohhh!” my wife moaned as her head dropped to the lounge chair. Tony leaned over and began sucking on a nipple while his fingers played in her warm wetness.