A Summer Vacation: A Wife-Swapping Novella (7 page)

Reza's eyes suddenly flicked away from Steve. Behind him. And Steve knew what he was looking at before he turned around.

Helena was emerging from the cabana just then. She had put on yet another new swimsuit. This one was red, and almost couldn't be called a suit at all. Two strips of red fabric sliced down her front side in a v-shape, just covering her breasts as they cut down to her pelvis and only –
only just barely
– covered her snatch. In fact, of she hadn't been totally shaved, she couldn't have worn the suit. Even a landing strip would have been peeking out of the top of the “v”.

Steve's jaw dropped, and he had the sense around him that Helena had sucked all the air out of every man's lungs. The shape of her breasts was totally visible, the neat curve of her abdomen, and the firm roundness of her ass was undoubtedly hanging out the same way from behind.

Steve moved toward her, resisting the urge to pick up a towel from a nearby chair and cover her up.

His mouth emitted a few syllables, wanting to tell her to cover up, wanting to tell her how hot she looked, wanting to ask if it was really her suit...but instead he just kind of grunted.

She gave him a twirl. The back of the suit was not much better, but at least a swatch of fabric held the v-shape in place across her back, and a slightly thicker v covered – again, only just – the crack of her ass and a tiny bit of the round hump of flesh around it.

“You like?” she asked, winking.

“Hey Helena,” Steve heard Reza call. “Nice suit.”

Someone else whistled.

“You look stunning, darling,” Zahra said, from the pool below them. Her black hair was slicked back like an otter, and she was floating on her back, giving Steve a nice view of her breasts under the shimmering water.

Just like that, Steve was forgotten. Helena sat down on the edge of the pool, and kicked her feet playfully in the water. Then she glided out to where Zahra was, and their wet bodies seemed to merge in the water, sending a ripple of pleasure through Steve.

He wiped his eyes, and backed away slowly, toward another shadowy chair, content to watch his wife as she glided through the pool, glistening, touching other women. And to watch Reza's eyes on her, enjoying her scanty red swimsuit, and all the flesh it revealed. 

And there he sat. The party droned on around him and he let his fantasy take over his thoughts again and again, as he watched his wife in the pool. It seemed to him as though all male eyes were on her, and though he knew he was deliberately seeking out the expressions that made him the most jealous, and spinning up the intensity of his thought for his own perverse pleasure – it was also true. His wife was a gorgeous blonde, bouncing in a pool full of gorgeous women, and most men were choosing to look at
her
.

Think about her.

And imagine her suit falling right off.

7

“It's cool, this door locks.”

Helena was laughing, and it was evident she was pretty drunk. The party-goers had broken off into couples after about an hour, and Steve had watched his wife with both hope and fear as she emerged from the pool with another couple. By then, he was wild with lust and imagining extremely filthy things. But Helena, to his equal relief and disappointment, had sauntered across to him and leaned over. Her skin had been cool and small rivers of water snaked over her skin and between her dangling breasts. “I know where we can sneak away,” she had whispered.

And she had led him to one of the cabanas near the pool.

Steve's cock was so hard he could barely walk. He reached behind him and fumbled with the lock, but he was still trying to move into the room and grasp at every part of his wife as he did it. He was also a little drunk, and he made a mess of the whole thing, tripped, and fell into the darkness.

Luckily he had a soft landing on some kind of couch or cot or bed.

Helena laughed, and then she was next to him. Her hands were seeking out his body, getting under his shirt, fumbling with his belt. Her skin was still wet, and she was a little cold. He felt the slap of her wet hair against his skin, and the cool fabric of her suit.

As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, he saw that there was a window above them letting in a little light, and then the nearly-naked form of his wife's body became better visible. She looked silver in the dim light, and her skin glistened. Her wet hair snaked around her neck and shoulders, and her whole body looked fresh and new. He fumbled to get his clothes off.

“Shhhh!” Helena hissed suddenly, and she rose up on her knees to peer out of the propped window.

Steve pulled his shirt over his head and listened.

At first he heard nothing, but then at the same time that he saw Helena cover her mouth and drop down to rest her ass on her heels, he heard the unmistakeable sound of a couple, murmuring. Skin slapping together, moans. The sounds of people having sex.

Helena pointed toward the wall, and her eyes were excited, but she was too...mortified by something to look. Steve rose up cautiously, and Helena slapped her hand on his forearm but not in any real attempt to stop him.

From the window there was a view of the back of another cabana and then a slice of the pine trees that shaded the path and the area where the hot tub was. And he could see the hot tub itself.

And the people in it.

There was not much mistaking the slender, cinnamon-tan colored body of Zahra, or her inky black hair, even though she had her back to the window and so all that he could see was the heart shape of her ass where it flared away from her narrow waist.

This was the first thing he took in, and then the surrounding picture came into focus, piece by piece.

It was so lewd, so unexpected and yet expected, that his mind had a hard time delivering the message to his body. For a moment he stopped breathing.

Zahra was on her knees, and her head was moving back and forth, without shaking her wet hair, which stuck to her back. Her skin was wet and beads of water clung to it like sweat. They glistened in the low light that hung over the hot tub. Her face was bobbing over the center of a man, and when she pulled back, Steve could see his flopping balls, slapping against his own thighs with the momentum of Zahra's sucking.

But the torso that rose over her head was pale, and covered in light-brown hair, and the man who stared down at her with his mouth open was not her husband.

But there was more. Zahra's slender arm was outstretched, to her right, and her fingers were clasped around a big, huge, cock.

And
this man
was Reza. Tan, dripping wet, shiny and completely naked. Steve stared at his cock, and Zahra's fingers moving up and down his shaft. It was a dark, fat piece of meat, uncircumcised and hard enough to push the swollen glans and foreskin tight against the veined surface of his shaft.

Steve stared.

Helena tugged on his arm, but he continued to watch. She rose up next to him on her knees, and her eyes grew wide as she took in the scene.

It was only then that Steve looked over at her. He wondered what she watching. She seemed to have her eyes on Reza's cock as well.

And then he indulged in a thought, that she liked the look of it. That she was imagining holding it in her own hand.

He turned back to the scene. Zahra fell onto all fours and turned toward Reza. They now had an excellent profile view of his cock as it sank into her mouth and stretched her lips wide. Helena's eyes widened as the whole, huge thing disappeared into her mouth. They could both see that the bulge of his cock was pressing against her throat, sliding up and down her neck.

The man she had been attending to before shifted his weight around, and moved to where Zahra's naked ass was.

Steve felt Helena tremble next to him, and he looked over at her. She was staring with a strange expression, one he had never seen before. Lust, and fascination. An unexpected, hungry look as she watched her friend suck her husband's cock and align her small ass with the tip of the stranger's thick shaft.

The stranger moved his cock up and down Zahra's slit for a few strokes, but he didn't waste much time before thrusting his fat member inside of her. For a moment Zahra's body ping-ponged between the two of them as she fucked backward into the stranger and then slid her mouth down her husband's cock.

She reached a hand up, and placed it on Reza's cock, and let his thick meat slide from her mouth. Her lips moved, and the low treble of her voice rumbled but they couldn't hear what she said. Then Reza placed a hand on her head and pushed her back onto his cock.

The two men fucked her for a bit more, and then Reza said something. The man smiled, and gave her two more hard thrusts, before he slowly pulled his cock from inside of her.

Steve heard Helena suck in her breath., and her eyes were wide with anticipation.

Steve moved behind Helena, taking a chance that she would let him. She didn't move, or even seem to notice him, and so he slipped the red fabric at her neck down her body. It rolled over her shoulders and her breasts popped out. He moved up against her back after ripping off his own shirt and pulling down his pants and boxers.

Helena continued to stare at the scene in front of her, and Steve slid his hands over her breasts and pulled himself closer to her.  His hands slid down her body, then under the remaining red strips of fabric and into the v-shaped area it covered, until his fingers sank into her hot, soaked flesh.

Her body trembled. He looked up and saw that the strange man was now slowly, slowly, sliding his cock into Zahra from behind. She arched her back and threw her head up, and Steve realized then that the man was entering her ass. He stared at the girth of the man's cock, and imagined how he must be stretching Zahra's tiny asshole to its limits. He wasn't even sure how so much meat could fit inside of her small torso.

But the best part, undoubtedly, was the gush of juices that flowed over his fingers from inside his wife, as her pussy pulsed with excitement.

He pulled down on the fabric, and the red strips slid down her arms, taken down to the couch by the rest of the suit that he peeled away from her.

He looked down at the pile of fabric bunched over his wife's calves, her pale round ass rising up over it. The insides of her thighs were wet with her excitement. Her body was hot and her breath was ragged, but she didn't move her eyes from the scene in front of her.

Steve slid one finger into her pussy, and then a second. He added another, and then a fourth, until he was slowly fucking her with his hand. She gasped and rutted up against him, but her eyes stayed on the scene in front of her. She was so wet that his hand met no resistance as he plunged deeper and deeper into her.

A wail from Zahra forced Steve to lift his eyes to the hot tub scene, and he felt his cock nearly burst as he took in what was happening: the trio had shifted positions and Zahra was now lying on top of the man who had his cock in her ass. He was leaning back on his elbows, and she was lying on him as though he were an armchair. But her legs were suspended in the air, propped open by Reza's strong arms, and Reza's body was rising and falling over her. Steve stared at the space between her legs, where he had a not perfect, but very graphic view, of her two holes, filled to the max, being stretched and pummeled by two cocks at the same time.

Zahra leaned her head back and screamed, and then looked down at the cock moving in and out of her pussy.

Steve pulled apart his own wife's legs, and guided his stiff cock to her smooth entrance. Again, the bare feel of her drove him wild when he felt it with the tip of his cock. He was almost over the edge already, so he slid into her slowly, and began to move back and forth as slowly as he could.

Because the scene below them was still playing out.

The three of them changed positions again, and Zahra got her knees into the hot tub, resting on the bench along the edge. Then she bent over the edge, with her ass in the air. For a moment it was on display to the two of them: her reddened asshole was gaped wide and throbbing closed.

But it would not get the chance.

The stranger went in first, as Reza watched – and Steve noted that he watched with the same expression that he watched Helena with – as the stranger slid his cock into Zahra's ass – his wife's ass – and began to ram into her while she let out a low moan that was garbled by his punctuated thrusts inside of her.

The man pulled out, and stood pointing his cock over Zahra's back. Ropes of his cum splashed over her buttocks and her back.

And then it was Reza's turn.

Steve was lost the moment he let himself have the thought of entering his own wife – in the ass or the pussy – when she was hot and sticky and stretched out from another man who had just fucked her. Would his cock slosh around inside of her, like it was now, only even more? What did it feel like to get inside of a stretched, sloshy cunt after watching another man take your wife?

He bit into Helena's shoulder as his orgasm shredded through him.

He was sure he felt Helena clench around him around the same time.

Reza yelled, and it covered up the muffled screams of Helena, who had to yell into Steve's hand as he pummeled the last of his cum into her.