4. Ripples of Curiosity
Chapter four
Ripples of Curiosity
I f you ever want to feel like the most fuckable woman in the universe, I highly recommend sunbathing nude at your neighbor’s infinity pool with your husband, your best friend, and your best friend’s anatomically intimidating, ex-college-athlete husband.
It’s a little like starring in your own perfume ad, except the perfume is chlorine, sweat, and whatever brand of sunscreen Christy had picked up that week, a coconut-mango blend with the subtle undertone of “yes, I will take my top off if you ask.” I stretched out on a floating chaise and let the sun bake every inch of my skin, breasts glistening, nipples already erect from the brisk spring air and the show playing out on the other side of the pool.
Christy, never one for subtlety, straddled Logan’s lap on the submerged tanning ledge, her back arched in a way that made her breasts point due north like eager compass needles.
Her pussy was shaved bare, not a single hair to mar the satiny skin, and even from ten feet away I could see the slickness glinting as she ground against Logan’s thigh.
He didn’t even try to hide his erection.
It jutted up, glossy and perfect, the kind of cock that made men hate him and women either flock to him or swear off sex entirely. I knew which camp I belonged to.
Tom was in the pool next to them, his body tanned and hard, abs catching the sunlight as he hovered in waist-deep water.
I could tell from the glint in his eye that he was on the hunt, not for me, but for the moment when Logan finally gave in and took Christy right there, no towel, no apologies, no one pretending it was anything but what it was.
There’s something about seeing your own husband openly salivate over another couple fucking that changes a person.
Or maybe it just reveals the person you always were.
I kicked off the float and dove in, slicing through the water like a bullet. I came up right behind Tom and let my hands roam over his chest, teasing my nipples against his back. “Want to join me in the deep end?” I whispered, voice low and dangerous.
He grinned. “Only if you promise not to drown me.”
“Depends,” I said, flicking my tongue over his earlobe. “What’s the safe word?”
Christy’s voice cut through the air, as bold as a lifeguard’s whistle. “There’s no safe word at this pool, babe.”
She was already sliding down Logan's cock, her arms braced behind her for leverage, her golden skin glistening with water droplets that caught the sunlight like diamonds.
Her hips worked in a rhythm that echoed the gentle lapping of the water, each downward motion revealing the slick, tight seal where their bodies joined.
She moaned, loud and unfiltered, her head falling back to expose the elegant column of her throat before she turned to look directly at me, pupils blown wide with desire.
"Show us that gymnast flexibility, Missy. "
Tom didn't need to be told twice. He spun me around, one strong arm under my thighs, the other cradling my back, his fingers pressing into my flesh with delicious urgency.
He lifted me out of the water so my ass perched on the edge of the pool, the warm concrete a stark contrast to my cool, wet skin.
I hooked my heels on the coping and spread wide, feeling the cool breeze caress my exposed pussy, making me shiver despite the heat.
He knelt in the water, face level with my core, his hot breath teasing me before he took a long, leisurely lick from my swollen clit to the top of my slit, his tongue flat and firm like he was savoring a single perfect line of gelato.
I leaned back on my elbows, nipples hardening in the open air, eyes locked with Christy's, and let out a throaty moan that vibrated through my entire body, a sound I'd once have died of embarrassment to make in public.
Logan slowed his thrusts, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he gripped Christy's hips, watching Tom eat me with the focused intensity of a quarterback memorizing plays.
"You ever get tired of being the main attraction?
" he called over, eyes locked on my dripping pussy, visibly throbbing under Tom's expert attention.
I smiled, spread my legs wider. “Not when there’s an appreciative audience.”
Christy shuddered on Logan's cock, her voice fracturing into crystalline moans as she climaxed, her skin flushing rose-gold in the afternoon light.
She reached over the edge and snagged a handful of my hair, the slight pain sending electric currents down my spine as she pulled me in for a messy, giggly kiss.
Her lips tasted like the vodka-grapefruit cocktails we'd started the afternoon with and something darker, more urgent, the primal tang of arousal and satisfaction mingling on her tongue.
"I love how fucking unfiltered you are now," she whispered, her teeth grazing my bottom lip, tugging it just enough to make my pulse quicken. "You used to get all shy if you so much as flashed a nipple."
I let her pull me down to the ledge, my bare skin pressing into the warm concrete, rough against my sensitized nipples, and I returned the favor with a kiss that left us both dizzy, my tongue exploring the velvet heat of her mouth.
Logan guided Tom up to the deck, then got behind me on his knees, the thick, velvety head of his cock pushing against my ass, spreading me open with a delicious force that made my toes curl and my spine arch.
Tom knelt in front of me, his cock at full salute, the tip glistening with anticipation, and let me wrap my lips around him as Logan began to fuck me, slow at first, each inch a delicious invasion, then faster, the slick slide of him inside me amplified by the water streaming off our bodies, creating a symphony of wet sounds that only heightened my arousal.
Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, radiating from my core to my fingertips, my breasts swaying with the motion, nipples tightening to aching points.
Tom threaded his fingers into my hair, the gentle tug against my scalp sending shivers down my spine as he guided my head down his length with gentle insistence, letting me set the pace as I sucked him in, deep and slow, then faster, savoring the salt-sweet taste of him, the velvet hardness filling my mouth completely.
Christy, not content to watch, circled around and knelt beside me, her mouth finding my nipple, teeth and tongue working in tandem as her hand slipped between my legs, stroking the place where Logan's cock disappeared inside me, her fingers slick with my arousal as they teased my swollen clit.
The feeling of being filled front and back, every inch of my body claimed and worshipped, every nerve ending lit up like a constellation of pleasure points, was almost too much.
I came hard, my body locking around Logan's cock, inner walls pulsing and gripping him like a velvet vise, and I felt Tom's orgasm building as he pushed deeper into my mouth, his hips jerking, his breath ragged and animal, the taste of his pre-cum sharp on my tongue.
I swallowed him down, every salty drop sliding down my throat as he groaned my name, then collapsed on the deck, shaking and spent, aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me like waves lapping at the shore.
But we weren’t done. Not by a mile.
Logan pulled out and flipped me over with a dancer's grace, his strong hands positioning me flat on my back, legs dangling over the edge, the concrete warm and rough against my shoulder blades.
He lined up, the swollen head of his cock parting my folds, teasing my entrance before he slid back in with agonizing slowness.
I felt every ridge, every vein as he filled me completely, stretching me open until I gasped.
Each thrust sent electric waves from my core to my fingertips, making my toes curl and dig into the sun-baked concrete.
Tom leaned over me, his breath hot against my neck, pupils dilated with hunger as his lips traced the sensitive line of my jaw.
His fingers found my clit, slick and swollen, working it in tight, precise circles that built a crescendo of pleasure so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
Christy watched us from the water's edge, her copper hair plastered to her shoulders, nipples hard as gemstones.
Two fingers disappeared inside her glistening cunt, her wrist flexing rhythmically, her bottom lip caught between perfect white teeth as she devoured the sight of us with hooded eyes.
I looked up past Tom's shoulder at the vast azure sky stretching endless and cloudless above us, the California sun beating down, reflecting off the rippling water and painting our bodies in wild, flickering patterns of light and shadow.
My skin felt electric, hypersensitive, alive with sensation: the contrast between the rough concrete scraping my back and the silken glide of Logan inside me, the cool droplets of pool water evaporating from my breasts, the taste of salt and tequila lingering on my tongue.
I felt as if the whole world could see us and I didn't care.
In fact, I craved it. I wanted to be seen like this: desired, shameless, writhing between two men while another woman watched, as much myself as I'd ever been.