Summers here are unrelenting, pushing us to seek refuge from the scorching sun. So, when our friends Ashley and Dave invited us over for a pool party, it was the perfect escape. They’re older than us but maintain impressive physiques—Ashley’s toned like a Pilates instructor, and Dave, a retired cop, sports a rugged dad bod with a thick coat of hair. I’ll admit, part of the thrill hanging out with them is quietly admiring their bodies.
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Dave once confided that after hearing about some of our exploits, he found renewed vigor in their bedroom, rekindling passions long thought dormant. We’ve joked about swapping partners, but Ashley is far more traditional, and though Dave’s told me she wouldn’t allow anything beyond harmless fun, she seemed especially eager to be close to him after our gatherings.
The party was lively, with several couples we knew alongside many new faces. Among them was Colton, a friend of Dave’s and fellow retired cop, currently on a cross-country motorcycle trip and staying with them. He was striking—handsome, fit, with salt-and-pepper hair—and when he shook my wife’s hand, his gaze lingered, eyes locking with hers in a magnetic exchange she couldn’t seem to resist.
The spark between them was immediate. I caught them stealing giggles while serving themselves, exchanging clandestine glances across the pool, sharing shy smiles whenever their eyes met. I noticed them at the bar, Colton standing behind Ashley, the curve of her hips pressing into him, his hands roaming her thighs and back as they shared intimate contact. Ashley caught my eye, laughing softly, “That Colton’s a horn dog, I swear. I’ll tell him to cool it.”
“No, no,” I assured her. “My wife’s a big girl. She knows what she’s doing.” Ashley glanced my way, curiosity in her expression but decided to let it be.
Their flirtation escalated—playful touches turning into something charged with desire. When another couple suggested a pool game of chicken, Colton immediately grasped Ashley’s hand, pulling her into the water. She climbed onto his shoulders front-first, pressing herself against him before spinning around to straddle his strong frame. His hands caressed her thick thighs, sometimes wandering her exposed back or smooth stomach, steadying her as they held their own against their competitors. Triumphant, they celebrated their win with high fives, and Colton leaned down to whisper something into Ashley’s ear. She smiled shyly, blushed, and glided to the ladder.
As she emerged, every eye was on her—soaked in the pool’s embrace, her soaked swimsuit clinging tightly to her full C cups, nipples boldly erect beneath the fabric. Sliding onto the lounge beside me, she sighed, “That was harder than it looks.”
“Speaking of hard,” I teased, flicking her nipple gently, drawing a delicate moan from her lips.
“Stop, not here,” she whimpered, twisting her top in a futile attempt to hide her excitement.
“You seemed to be loving yourself out there,” I said, “and Colton couldn’t keep his hands off you.”
“Oh, come on. Is that jealousy? You know you could have joined me.”
“He practically carried you into the pool! No, not jealous. More curious.”
“Yeah, me too,” she admitted with a wink.
Dave and Ashley settled beside us, and we chatted, drinks refreshed, cooled by the pool’s mist. Suddenly, Colton excused himself to retrieve something from upstairs. He shot a meaningful glance at Ashley, who crossed her legs and sank deeper into the lounger, fidgeting nervously. “Hey Ashley, mind if I use your restroom?” she asked.
“Of course, dear. Upstairs, near the guest room,” Ashley replied warmly, rising to guide her way.
The conversation stretched on outside, and Ashley finally remarked, “Your wife’s been gone quite a while. Honey, why not check on her?” She exchanged a knowing look with Dave, who blushed as he agreed.
“Sometimes that toilet lever sticks,” Ashley explained with a sympathetic smile. “Your wife probably thinks she broke our bathroom.”
I dove into the pool again, grabbed another drink, and returned. “Has she come back out?”
“Not yet,” Ashley answered, but then Dave and Colton emerged, grinning triumphantly. Dave whispered, “Your wife needed some help upstairs.”
I climbed the stairs and found her kneeling beside the bed in the guest room—hair tousled, swimsuit top untied and slipping off, revealing her bare breasts.
“Are you okay? What’s going on? You’ve been here a long time,” I asked. She beckoned me down with a finger and pulled me into a deep, wet kiss. Her tongue pushed in as I swallowed a surprising salty taste, my eyes wide as I pulled slightly back.
“Was that—?” I started.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Colton told me about your stories in the pool and asked if they were true. He said if I was interested, he’d meet me in his room later. When I went to the bathroom, he was there, pleasuring himself. It looked so good I just had to taste it. While he fucked my mouth against the bed, Dave showed up looking for him. I think they planned this because Dave wasn’t surprised at all. He came right over and slid my hand into his shorts. I took turns pleasing them until they both finished in my mouth. I swallowed most, but wanted to share some with you, my love.”
“Thanks,” I said, “but Ashley’s going to lose it.”
“I don’t think so. Dave said it was actually her idea. In fact, he mentioned we can have some real fun after everyone leaves.”