1.
For any other man, seeing his girlfriend by the pool in a thong bikini, surrounded by two other beautiful women would be a welcome sight, but for Sean Donnelly it only aroused bitterness and longing.
Despite the aching resentment boiling under his skin, he could still feel himself getting hard as he watched Yeona standing over a beach chair lathering tanning oil over her backside.
He tried to turn his attention to the lawn and focus on the grass falling under the blades of his electric mower, but his eyes kept straying up to the three beautiful women lounging by his pool.
Yeona wore a black thong string bikini that matched her hair perfectly and popped against her skin, which was now a soft tan thanks to the Florida sun.
Her deep red lips popped even more against her now glowing complexion, and he longed to kiss those lips almost as much as he longed to tear that bikini off of her lithe body.
Sometimes she looked almost too perfect, and when he first showed pictures of her to his friends, they asked him to make sure his new online girlfriend was real and not a scam.
Her large, dark eyes added to her doll like features, and she knew how to use those eyes to get anything she wanted.
Her ass popped out at a perfect angle and her breasts were not too big and not too small, the perfect size for a woman of her body type.
It seemed as if every day she brought different friends over to enjoy the pool, and today was no different.
One of them, named Honey, had moved from oiling up Yeona’s backside to rubbing it over the Korean woman’s shoulders.
Honey was an athletic blond woman who seemed to be in her mid twenties, with practically non-existent breasts but a wonderful, firm and muscular backside.
Much like Yeona, she wore a thong bikini, but hers was green.
The third friend was a muscular but no less stunning and beautiful black girl named Kaila with large, natural breasts and an even larger backside.
Kaila was laying on her stomach, tanning her large, well oiled rear end.
Sean tried to ignore the thong clad, giggling trio as he finished cutting the grass, but his eyes kept drifting over to them as he walked the mower back to the shed.
“Oh honey…” Yeona rushed to the end of the deck.
“Yes?” He replied, shielding his eyes from the sun as she leaned over the railing, pushing her breasts up in quite a delicious manner.
“Could you maybe bring us out some cold lemonades when you get a moment?” She batted those large brown eyes at him.
“Sure thing.” He sighed.
“You’re the best!” She exclaimed, and before she turned away, her eyes fell to the area below his belt before she returned to her giggling friends.
Sean looked down to see the raging erection attempting to force his way out of his shorts and quickly put his hands in his pockets to hide it. Last thing he wanted was Honey and Kaila to see it as he made his way back into the house.
He couldn’t shake the look Yeona had given him when she saw the tent pitching in his pants.
Instead of amusement, embarrassment, or arousal, it was more…
disgust or contempt that he would dare be attracted to her.
Just the thought of her looking at him that way was enough to kill any sexual desire he had.
Sean put the lawn mower away and had just closed the shed when he heard the sound of laughter and voices coming from somewhere nearby.
At first he thought it was just Yeona and her friends again, but then he realized these were different voices.
He moved to behind the shed and the voices grew louder.
His property was separated from the house behind it by a fence well overgrown with vines and bushes.
One of his long term goals was to always clear the brush away, but apparently the fence wasn’t on his side of the property line so there wasn’t much he could do about that, but the foliage cleared away enough for him to get a sight of what was happening in the house directly behind his.
Mrs. Americana! He gasped, immediately feeling the blood rushing to his cock yet again.
The super-heroine from his youth stood in the yard, arms at her sides so that he had a perfect view of the star spangled thong running between her tanned and muscular buttocks, her luscious red mane blew majestically in the wind
Sean shook his head. Mrs. Americana had blond hair, not red!
It took him another moment to realize that the woman he was gawking at wasn’t the television super-heroine from his youth, but instead a very muscular, very tan, and very well endowed red haired woman in a red, white, and blue thong bikini.
The buxom woman wasn’t alone, as she was joined by two other women both in matching patriotic swim gear.
Sean’s jaw dropped, seeing the three beautiful women side by side just behind his house, and his mind fumbled as he tried to connect the dots as to why they were here, now, standing within feet of him.
Then he saw the flash from the camera bulb, and the three women shifted ever so slightly.
Another flash.
The photographer stood against the house, the lens of his camera extending towards the sexy trio, and snapped another photo.
Sean stood dumbfounded, breaking out in a sweat more from his own arousal than the Florida humidity.
He had known that someone had moved into the house behind him, but hadn’t met his new neighbors yet.
Did all three of these women live there?
The redhead looked to be about in her mid-thirties, and thickly muscled, with her tight, solid rear end fully on display thanks to the patriotic thong showing off her cheeks.
But her breasts, they were magnificent, and even put Mrs. Americana’s large bosoms to shame.
Sean wondered if the red-head’s giant breasts were real, but it was hard to tell since her back was to him.
Tanya… The image of Sean’s ex-wife, who was another buxom red-head, popped into his head. Many times over the course of their marriage he had tried to get her to wear a patriotic thong bikini like Mrs. Americana, and she always refused.
One of the girls was a very buxom Asian girl was dressed in a red, white, and blue one piece which called to mind Justine Justice, Mrs. Americana’s sidekick introduced in the third and final season of the show.
The girl’s straight dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her gigantic breasts seemed to overflow over the very low cut front of the swimsuit.
Even with her considerable endowments, the Asian girl’s breasts were no match for the red-head’s massive mammories.
The third girl was Indian, and looked roughly the same age as the others and had a thin, athletic build, with small but perky breasts, thick, wavy brown hair that fell past her shoulders, and from what he could tell, firm and tight buttocks shown off in a red, white, and blue g-string..
Sean stood transfixed as he watched. It was almost like he was paralyzed, unable to move or speak.
The three women doing the shoot didn’t seem to notice him as they struck pose after pose, and he could have remained like that for the rest of the day, staring dumbfounded at them, until he heard Yeona call.
“Sean, where’s that lemonade?”
Upon hearing her voice, the three women doing the photo shoot turned, immediately catching sight of him through the bushes. Sean quickly turned away and hurried out from behind the shed.
“Sean, we’re dying of thirst.” Yeona whined as he hurried past the deck.
“Sorry, just taking care of something.” He mumbled, trying to conceal the erection in his pants.
“Sure, go take care of that.” Kaila giggled, and was joined by Honey and Yeona.
He hurried inside of the house and slammed the door behind him, still hearing the three girls giggling on the deck. No doubt he would hear about this from Yeona later.
She can get her own lemonade. He grumbled and hurried up to his office.
Despite his anger at his girlfriend, and humiliation at being seen with an erection by her friends, he couldn’t shake the image of the three women in their patriotic swimsuits, which once again reminded him of the classic show The Adventures of Mrs. Americana.
To say that it had awakened something in him would be an understatement.
Once he was in his office, he closed the door, opened up his laptop, and looked out the window.
Yeona, Honey, and Kaila were seated by the pool, laughing and taking selfies.
From his vantage point he could see in the yard behind the house, and the three women still to posing for photos.
Suddenly the image of them tied and gagged in those little swimsuits ran through his head.
In the Mrs. Americana show, the titular heroine would get captured every episode, and in later seasons would get tied up alongside her partner Justine Justice.
There was a nosy reporter, Veronica Vesci, who also often found herself getting into trouble when investigating a story.
Though Mrs. Americana often had to come to Veronica’s rescue, most of the time she also ended up captured alongside the reporter.
To add an extra level of drama to the show, Veronica was also obsessed with unmasking Mrs. Americana and discovering her true identity.
Sean wasn’t sure how old he was when he caught his first episode of the Mrs. Americana show, but young enough that it had made a lifelong impression on him.
The show had been long canceled, and he caught a re-run on TV one afternoon.
Immediately he was gobsmacked at this stunning, big breasted blond woman in a cape and a mask running around in a thong bikini fighting crime.
In the episode, a beautiful and seductive woman moves to town and immediately begins putting the moves on Mrs. Americana’s husband, Sheriff Matthew Washington.
One scene in particular stuck out to him when Mrs. Americana – under her secret identity, housewife, Betsy Washington – attends a pool party with her husband, and the new woman shows up wearing a very sexy – very revealing sling shot bikini that leaves almost nothing to the imagination.
Betsy is immediately jealous of how much her husband is staring.
In the show, Betsy appeared in a bikini or her underwear quite a bit, and it was always a cheeky thong, but nothing like the sling that the new woman was wearing.