“Oh, God, Linda. I’m so embarrassed,” I blushed as we stood
in our bedroom. Linda was stripping out of her bikini while searching her
dresser drawer for another to wear. “I was standing there in front of those
guys in just my bra and panty. I wanted to die!”
As she slipped into a tiny black bikini bottom Linda teased “they
didn’t seem to mind at all, especially Jimmy. I thought his eyes were going to
pop out. He really liked what he saw. And I saw how his hand was glued to your
ass as well. You seemed to like that a lot.”
My lack of response
gave her the answer we both accepted. Why had I liked his closeness so much?
Why did I continue to go back and sit next to him every time I was done
serving?
“Are you going to wear that?” I asked, trying to change the
subject. Linda was putting on her tiniest bra top to her bikini. The suit did
little to hide her charms, her bust spilling out of the tiny top and the skimpy
bottom modestly covering her mound while the thong perfectly divided her ass
cheeks. She slid a silk black cover-up over her shoulders that added a minimum
amount of modesty to outfit.
“Why not? It’s a pool party after all.”
“What should I wear?” I replied as I slipped off my still
damp bra and panty.
“As I see it you have
two choices,” Linda answered. “You can dress like you were earlier, as a sissy.
Or you can glam it up and look more feminine. I think Jimmy would like to see
you more as Beverly than as Honey.”
“I guess it really doesn’t matter what the neighbors think
of me at this point after how they saw me this afternoon. I think I would feel
more comfortable dressing more feminine now,” I replied, ignoring her comment
about Jimmy’s preference.
With that settled, I showered and shaved top to bottom. When
I stepped back into the bedroom I saw that Linda was gone but had laid out a
cute outfit consisting of a sundress, matching bra and panty, and 3 inch wedge
heels… a perfect outfit for an evening lounging around the pool. I dressed
quickly, added make-up and styled my hair into a sexy side part style. I was
thrilled with my look and I caught myself wondering if Jimmy would like it.
I entered the kitchen just as Linda was ending a phone call.
“Wow, you look awesome. I love what you have done with your hair. It’s really
cute. You should wear it like that more often.”
I blush at the compliment, loving it at the same time. “Who
was on the phone?”
“That was Bruce. He’s in town this week so he is coming over
to join us for dinner.” I do believe I detected a slight blush from Linda as
she told me her on again, off again boyfriend was going to be joining us. Bruce
and Linda worked for the same company in similar jobs. But Bruce had the
southeast U.S. territory and had to travel there often. So they did not see
each other but maybe once a month. I knew that I would not be sleeping in our
bed tonight as I was sure Bruce would be staying over.
No more was said about it as we headed back over to Ray and
Beth’s patio carrying platefuls of miscellaneous food items.
Linda was leading the way and I was deliberately walking
directly behind her so I hidden from view. Linda’s cover-up was hanging open,
giving Beth, Ray, and Jimmy enticing viewing of her barely hidden charms. I
heard a few softly spoken “wow’s” come from them.
“And may I present Beverly, who you have called Honey
previously,” Linda announced as she stepped aside and allowed me my entrance.
Jimmy and Ray actually stood up simultaneously as I
approached. “Very nice,” Beth responded as the two guys just stood smiling at
me.
“I like this look so much more,” Ray agreed. I looked at
Jimmy, expecting a comment from him. But he just nodded his approval with a
stupid grin on his face. That was good enough for me.
“Oh, Beth,” Linda spoke, breaking the stunned silence that
had fallen over the group. “A friend of mine is in town and I invited him to
join us. I hope that is alright. He will be here shortly.”
“Of course, Linda. We have plenty of food. And that kind of
equalized the group out better also,” Beth replied. “Honey, I mean Beverly,
would you resume your drink duty while Linda and I get the table set up. We
will leave the grilling duties to the men.”
As I walked away to
get beers for everyone I could feel Jimmy’s eyes following me. So when I got to
the door I looked back, and sure enough, he was standing there watching me with
that silly grin still plastered on his face. I gave him a warm smile and
stepped inside. Why was I flirting with him like that?
Bruce arrived at the same time Ray was announcing that the
grill was ready for the steaks. He walked up to Linda and they embraced in a short
kiss. I watched the others as they witnessed this shared intimacy, then glanced
my direction to gauge my reaction. When I showed no surprise, they surmised that
this was not the first time the two had kissed in front of me or others. They
correctly guessed at my cuckold status in our marriage. Bruce was introduced to
the others as he sat down beside Linda. He watched with interest as I sat down
next to Jimmy. Everyone’s places were now firmly established.
Bruce and Linda hadn’t seen each other in several weeks and
he showed his appreciation for her skimpy outfit by quickly attaching his hand
to her nearly naked bottom, much like Jimmy had done to my pantied covered ass
earlier.
The rest of the evening progressed nicely with drinks and
conversation flowing easily. Linda’s swimwear never touched water as Bruce
would not let her get more than a few inches away from him all night. My attire
was accepted as normal by all and I was just one of the girls. I helped Beth
and Linda clean up the meal and wash dishes, which was an interesting time
because Beth grilled Linda about details of her and Bruce’s involvement. I
stood by silently as Linda explained our open relationship and mutual dating of
men.
Around ten, Beth announced that she was going to have to
call it a night as she had an early morning shift. Bruce could hardly wait to
pull Linda back to our house. I wasn’t sure what to do but my decision was made
for me when Ray stated he was going to turn in with Beth. That left me sitting
there with Jimmy. His hand on my back firmly announced to me that he wanted me
to stay right where I was next to him as the others left us alone.
I am sure you can guess what happened next. One of the
reasons I was delinquent in finishing this saga was because I felt like such a
slut. Once alone with me Jimmy’s shyness disappeared and his aggressive male
responses took over. Within moments of everyone’s departure Jimmy was
passionately kissing me, his hands roaming freely over me as he firmly pushed
me prone on the patio deck. His muscular body pinned me to the concrete as he
rolled on top of me and took his place between my legs. We kissed madly for
what seemed like hours until my hand finally broke free and found its way to
his hardness trapped between us.
As soon as my hand
made contact with his cock he became putty in my hands and I slipped out from
under him to free his trouser snake from its confinement. I was rewarded by
more than I had expected as his marvelous cock continue to reveal itself to me
in all its glory. What a monster he was packing! Then I remembered the teasing
nickname that had been bestowed upon ‘Peanut”. I am sure he put all of his
friends’ manhood to shame. THE MAN WAS HUNG!!!
Dear readers, I must confess, as much as I tried to do you
proud, I couldn’t do justice to that wondrous piece of man-meat. My oral skills
were put to the limits but I could not swallow that whopper. I gave it my all
and I believe Jimmy was pleased with the results as I was allowed to repeat the
process when we awoke in each other’s arms in the morning, having found our way
into the guest room sometime in the night.
My feeling of great accomplishment and pride was somewhat
briefly dampen when I emerged from the guest room to head home for rest and
repair, only to be greeted by Beth and Ray sitting on the patio. A silent nod
was exchanged only to be replaced by embarrassment when Beth handed me my
forgotten panty left discarded on the patio chair. I took it and walked away
silently homeward.
Thus ends the summer afternoon saga. Sorry for the months of
waiting for follow-ups. I pray you feel the wait was worth it. And now we enter
a new year. I am sure you are wondering if Jimmy and I repeated our
performance. And unfortunately, I must report that it has not. I believe that
Jimmy must have taken some ribbing from his macho buddies and couldn’t handle
it well. So there have been no repeats, no calls or emails. Just the one and
only time to report. But who knows what the new year will bring…
