Poolside Secrets: A Summer Heatwave

On a hot Saturday afternoon, we’d invited a few of our couple friends over for lunch and swimming in our pool. We’d just finished the first pitcher of margaritas when my wife, Sarah, excuses herself to use the bathroom.

I watch as she gets up from the patio table and heads into the house. My eyes casually follow the curves of her body, covered only partially by the turquoise bikini bottoms, as our friends laugh and converse around the table. Maybe it was the first round of margaritas working through my brain, or maybe I was just plain horny. At that moment, a naughty idea struck me.

“Excuse me,” I say, raising my hand slightly, “the rent on that margarita is due.” My friends give me an obligatory nod and continue chatting.

As I enter our bedroom, I find Sarah leaning over the bathroom counter, applying a little lipstick. She’s looking closely into the mirror while fixing some strands of hair around her face. I lean up against the bathroom door in nothing but my swim trunks, admiring the view of her. From this angle, not only can I see her ass leaning out but I can admire the profile of her sexy breasts covered only by her bikini top. Her bikini was one of those kinds you tie from behind and the bottoms tie on both sides. My mind cannot help but imagine pulling the knots loose and watching them fall. I already had a semi-hard-on that led me in here, but now it was starting to push out against my trunks.

“Hey babe, what’s the matter?” she asks, turning around, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“That bikini has just got my mind racing,” I reply, trying to keep my voice even.

“You sure it’s your mind that’s racing?” she smiles, tilting her head slightly, and nods towards the growing bulge I am nonchalantly trying to play cool about.

“You caught me. What can I say? That sexy ass of yours always gets me going. What do you think? You got a few minutes for a closer look?”

She grins, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Not now. Our friends are outside. We can take care of that big thing tonight, I promise. I’ll even wear this swimsuit for you.”

As she walks out of the bathroom, she gives me a long, lingering kiss and a lightly pats my hard-on a couple of times. She’s almost to the bedroom door when I reply.

“Hey, gorgeous, about our friends outside. I’m not sure I’m in a state where I can greet them again,” I say, nodding downward to the very apparent bulge between my legs. “Hiding an erection this size is very difficult in swim trunks.”

“Just wait a few minutes until you calm down then,” she suggests, her voice husky.

“Yeah. That will work for a little bit maybe. You see, the problem will be when I join you back outside and see that rockin’ sexy body of yours. Then I’ll start thinking about what you just said, and I’ll have the same issue again.”

“Well then. You know… take care of it real quick,” she suggests, her eyes locking onto mine.

“What’s that?” I ask in surprise.

“Stay here and think of this,” motioning to her butt, “and these,” cupping her breasts, “and relieve some of that… pressure.”

I think quietly for a moment. “I don’t suppose I could ask for an assist?”

“Think of it this way,” she replies, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “with the initial pressure gone, we can spend a much longer time together tonight.”

I reluctantly agree. I feel a little bit awkward as she smiles and heads back out to reunite with our guests. She knows I occasionally indulge myself, but neither of us has ever openly talked about masturbating. I consider holding back and trying to will myself to calm down. But at this point, I’m too worked up. I know the slightest hint of sexy vibes from her will just enrage my cock again. And I’d rather not have that happen in front of four of our best friends. So I get on our bed and lean back against the headboard. Once I get comfortable, I untie my trunks and work them down slightly. Then I close my eyes and rewind to moments earlier when I found her in the bathroom, imagining the scenario I wish had played out.

***

As I rejoin our friends outside, I try to think of an excuse to explain my husband’s absence. I smile to myself at the thought of my man inside pleasuring himself because he desires me so much. I would have stayed, but I knew our friends would start speculating if the two of us were gone for too long.

“Where’s your guy?” one of the husbands shouts out.

“Oh, his stomach was bothering him. Maybe the combo of the margaritas and tacos. He’ll be out soon.”

They seem to buy it. I see my girlfriend, Elle, motion for me to join her on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool.

“Is Todd okay?”

“Oh, you know him. In a minute he’ll probably be out with another pitcher,” I reply, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Mm-hmm. You know, your man is not the best at subtlety. I couldn’t help but notice the look on his face when he left.”

“What look?” I asked, trying to play dumb.

“I mean his eyes were glued to your butt.”

I try to suppress my blushing. I can’t help but smile a little. “Elle!” I reply in a forced whisper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“For as long as I’ve known you both, that man has never had an eye for anyone but you. The two of you are truly blessed.”

“Thanks,” I reply, trying to keep my own embarrassment hidden.

“What are you trying to hide? You don’t have to be embarrassed. Now tell me. What’d you do? Did you make him work for it? Or was it a quick wham-bam.”

“No! We didn’t. I mean… He… propositioned me, but I couldn’t! Not with all you guys here.”

“Oh well, that’s too bad, I guess. So where is he? If he’s not recovering from my best friend’s wiles, shouldn’t he be back by now?”

“Well, apparently this is too much temptation for him,” I say, gesturing to myself. “I told him to just… take… care of it.” Nodding downward to the very apparent bulge between my legs. “Hiding an erection this size is very difficult in swim trunks.”

“Just wait a few minutes until you calm down then,” she suggests.

“Yeah. That will work for a little bit maybe. You see, the problem will be when I join you back outside and see that rockin’ sexy body of yours. Then I’ll start thinking about what you just said, and I’ll have the same issue again.”

“Well then. You know… take care of it real quick,” she suggests, her eyes locking onto mine.

“What’s that?” I ask in surprise.

“Stay here and think of this,” motioning to her butt, “and these,” cupping her breasts, “and relieve some of that… pressure.”

I think quietly for a moment. “I don’t suppose I could ask for an assist?”

“Think of it this way,” she replies, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “with the initial pressure gone, we can spend a much longer time together tonight.”

I reluctantly agree. I feel a little bit awkward as she smiles and heads back out to reunite with our guests. She knows I occasionally indulge myself, but neither of us has ever openly talked about masturbating. I consider holding back and trying to will myself to calm down. But at this point, I’m too worked up. I know the slightest hint of sexy vibes from her will just enrage my cock again. And I’d rather not have that happen in front of four of our best friends. So I get on our bed and lean back against the headboard. Once I get comfortable, I untie my trunks and work them down slightly. Then I close my eyes and rewind to moments earlier when I found her in the bathroom, imagining the scenario I wish had played out.

***

As I rejoin our friends outside, I try to think of an excuse to explain my husband’s absence. I smile to myself at the thought of my man inside pleasuring himself because he desires me so much. I would have stayed, but I knew our friends would start speculating if the two of us were gone for too long.

“Where’s your guy?” one of the husbands shouts out.

“Oh, his stomach was bothering him. Maybe the combo of the margaritas and tacos. He’ll be out soon.”

They seem to buy it. I see my girlfriend, Elle, motion for me to join her on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool.

“Is Todd okay?”

“Oh, you know him. In a minute he’ll probably be out with another pitcher,” I reply, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Mm-hmm. You know, your man is not the best at subtlety. I couldn’t help but notice the look on his face when he left.”

“What look?” I asked, trying to play dumb.

“I mean his eyes were glued to your butt.”

I try to suppress my blushing. I can’t help but smile a little. “Elle!” I reply in a forced whisper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“For as long as I’ve known you both, that man has never had an eye for anyone but you. The two of you are truly blessed.”

“Thanks,” I reply, trying to keep my own embarrassment hidden.

“What are you trying to hide? You don’t have to be embarrassed. Now tell me. What’d you do? Did you make him work for it? Or was it a quick wham-bam.”

“No! We didn’t. I mean… He… propositioned me, but I couldn’t! Not with all you guys here.”

“Oh well, that’s too bad, I guess. So where is he? If he’s not recovering from my best friend’s wiles, shouldn’t he be back by now?”

“Well, apparently this is too much temptation for him,” I say, gesturing to myself. “I told him to just… take… care of it.” Nodding downward to the very apparent bulge between my legs. “Hiding an erection this size is very difficult in swim trunks.”

“Just wait a few minutes until you calm down then,” she suggests.

“Yeah. That will work for a little bit maybe. You see, the problem will be when I join you back outside and see that rockin’ sexy body of yours. Then I’ll start thinking about what you just said, and I’ll have the same issue again.”

“Well then. You know… take care of it real quick,” she suggests, her eyes locking onto mine.

“What’s that?” I ask in surprise.

“Stay here and think of this,” motioning to her butt, “and these,” cupping her breasts, “and relieve some of that… pressure.”

I think quietly for a moment. “I don’t suppose I could ask for an assist?”

“Think of it this way,” she replies, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “with the initial pressure gone, we can spend a much longer time together tonight.”

I reluctantly agree. I feel a little bit awkward as she smiles and heads back out to reunite with our guests. She knows I occasionally indulge myself, but neither of us has ever openly talked about masturbating. I consider holding back and trying to will myself to calm down. But at this point, I’m too worked up. I know the slightest hint of sexy vibes from her will just enrage my cock again. And I’d rather not have that happen in front of four of our best friends. So I get on our bed and lean back against the headboard. Once I get comfortable, I untie my trunks and work them down slightly. Then I close my eyes and rewind to moments earlier when I found her in the bathroom, imagining the scenario I wish had played out.

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