A Hot Afternoon - A Steamy Night
written by:
elguapo

A blast of artificially arctic air hit my face as I stepped into the house. It was a typically hot summer Saturday, and I'd spent it, as had become increasingly common, at work. Not only had I spent the last several weekends at the office, but I'd spent the entire past two weeks on the road taking depositions in a big case. It seemed like summer was slipping away, and I'd started to seriously wonder if all the perks - the big house, the pool, the luxury car - were worth the sacrifices.

One sacrifice in particular.

My wife Traci and I had always had a passionate relationship. She was perfect in nearly every way. Gorgeous. Confident. Sexy. Funny. And all mine. As in literally all mine. We'd met her freshman year of college, my senior year. She grew up in a tiny town and couldn't get out fast enough. She'd dated, but nothing serious, and surprisingly for a small midwestern town, nothing sexual. She once admitted she'd let her prom date touch the outside of her panties, but that was it, and it sure as hell wasn't for lack of interested partners.

To say we fell head-over-heals would be to put it mildly. She was intoxicating, like no woman I'd ever known before. It just felt right, and within weeks it was clear to everyone we were going to be together forever. I graduated that next spring, but stayed on campus to go to law school, and we both graduated at the same time. She stuck with me through the grueling first years as an associate, and now the sacrifices were paying off. She wasn't even thirty yet, and her she had a 5,000 sq foot house, an in-ground pool, and just about anything she could possible want.

Except for time with me, of course. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but in my case it made the head grow single-minded. We hadn't had sex in weeks, a perfect storm work, her having out visiting her family, and whatever else could possibly come between two people. I'd decided enough was enough, checked out early, grabbed a bottle of wine on my way home, and had big plans for the evening.

"Trace?" I called out. Silence. I checked our bedroom, the living room, and finally the kitchen. From there, I could see out into the backyard. She was laying on a lounge chair, her long perfectly tanned legs glistening in the hot summer suns. A red bikini perfectly covered her large, round breasts. There wasn't a teenager in town who wouldn't be jealous of her body, forget the 30- and 40-somethings with whom she spent most of her time. I don't know how long I stood there, admiring her, before I decided to go put on a swimsuit of my own and join her.

A summer behind a desk hadn't been particular kind to me, but I pulled on a set of trunks and frowned at the too-pasty white image taunting me in the mirror. Talk about a physical mismatch, but for whatever reason she couldn't get enough of me, so I thanked my lucky stars and made a move back towards the kitchen. A few minutes later and I was sliding the glass door open, a full pitcher of margaritas clanging from my right hand. A matching pair of laughing voices told me my wife was no longer along. From the top of the stairs, I could see Traci had been joined by our next door neighbor, Amy.

I think every man lusts after that which he doesn't have. To say I found Amy to be stunning would be putting it mildly. She was the opposite of Traci in almost every way. She sat on a lounge chair next to my wife, both propped up on their elbows. Amy was slightly taller than Traci, with a fair completion which would make you think this was the first sun she'd seen in years. Where Traci had a thick mane of curly brown hair, Amy had shoulder-length blonde hair. She was wearing a green bikini that didn't have to work hard to cover her smallish breasts. Her legs though. Ooof. I'd always been a leg man, and hers were perfect.

"Hi babe!" Traci called out, peering over her oversized sunglasses and smiling. "I didn't expect you for hours."

"Yeah, I decided it was too nice out to be stuck in that office again. Hi Amy." I replied.

"Hi." she said coolly. Amy didn't appear to care for me. At all. Come to think of it, Amy didn't appear to care for anyone, with the lone exception of Traci. I occasionally got the impression I liked her husband, Dave, more than she did. And to hear Dave complain about their sex life, he might feel the same way.

"I invited Amy and Dave over for dinner tonight. I thought I was going to be alone again and wanted some company, but now we can double date!' Traci was typically enthusiastic, smiling as I sweating pitcher down on the glass table beside her. I'd only brought two glasses, and the girls claimed them both before I could get one for myself.

"Thanks for the drinks, babe." Traci said, turning back to Amy and resuming their conversation about whateverthefuck was on TV that week. With a shrug, I dived in the pool for a cool off swim.

After a few minutes, I swam up to the edge of the pool closest to the girls.

"Hey Amy, where's you're better half?" I asked.

"He's, I don't know. Gone, or something." Amy shot me a "go away" look and turned back to my wife. I rolled my eyes and pushed back off the wall, gliding just below the surface of the warm water. A pair of giggles was left behind. My wife, as usual, the only person who could thaw the iciest of hearts. After a while I climbed out, toweled off, and headed back inside the house to grab a quick nap. If I knew Traci and Amy, I was going to need to stay up for a while before I accomplished any of my goals for the day.

*** A few hours later I awoke to the sounds of clinking dishes and laughs from down the hall, near the kitchen. I got up and headed towards the sound. Dave was sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, a beer dripping on the granite in front of him.

"Hey bud" he said a little too excitedly, obviously happy to even the numbers in the room. Dave was just a guy who'd never quite gotten comfortable in his own skin. I think he liked having a ball buster like Amy at home, someone to direct him. He was always just about 10% more or less than he wanted to be. The guy wasn't really that tall, but he was just a little awkward, like he'd woken up this height just yesterday. You could see him trying so hard to be comfortable, to be confident. I might have been his only friend, for all I could tell, and I liked giving him someplace to go to escape that wife of his.

"Dinner's almost done!" Traci enthusiastically reported, a slight slur starting to appear. The pitcher had been drained, as had at least one bottle of wine. The girls were still in their bikini tops, Amy with a pair of short athletic shorts on, Traci wearing this little pool skirt I found way too sexy.

Dinner was fairly uneventful. Amy laughed only at Traci. Traci smiled at everyone. Dave looked like he wanted the night to be way more fun than it was, and I drank. In fact, everyone drank. Dave was fine on his own, but when his wife was around, he was constantly looking to her for approval. I was growing bored, and we'd been sitting there for what seemed like hours, so I decided to make a suggestion.

"So, what do you ladies say we reconvene in the basement. Maybe shoot a little pool."

"Yeah! Let's do it!" Traci acted like it was the greatest idea she'd ever heard.

"Fine. Whatever. I guess." Amy half-barked. I was out of my chair and grabbing another bottle of wine from the rack before I could be annoyed at her reply, and down we all went.

Amy suggested we play teams, boys versus girls. Dave of course had no opinion on the matter, and Traci thought it was just great. We played a game and the guys won, which wasn't much of a surprise. The copious amounts of wine seemed to be loosening both Amy and Dave up, much to my surprise. They even showed a little affection from time to time. Traci, for her part, was well on her way to a good time. The girl gets very flirtatious and playful when she gets drunk, and before long she was prancing around the table and talking loudly.

We were nearing the end of a second game, and I was lining up the last shot. Just as I was ready to put this thing away, Traci grabbed the back of the cue, misdirecting my shot and sending the cue ball careening off across the table.

"What the fuck was that?" I said a little too aggressively, spinning around. The playful look in her big brown eyes ended whatever inappropriate competitive streak that might have been rearing its ugly head.

"Oh, poor baby" she teased. "Don't lose to a couple of GIRLS!"

I half laughed at her lame taunt. "You're just lucky weren't not playing for anything serious."

She took an awkward step towards me and tried to poke me in the ribs. "Oh am I? Well let's make it interesting then. What should we bet on the next game?"

"Whatever makes you nervous" I replied, propping the cue against the table and walking to the bar to get a drink.

"You name it" Traci responded, bouncing up and down and skipping backwards away from me. Her heavy tits bounced invitingly as she did. Dammit, I couldn't get these folks out of here early enough. To her right, Amy was sitting in a tall pool hall chair that matched the table, her long legs crossed and shining in the dim lights of the basement. She was actually smiling, relaxed. Apparently hammered, but relaxed nonetheless.

"Alright" I started without really thinking. "How about this. If we win, you both have to take off your tops."

Traci's eyes got as big as the moon itself. I almost took it back, tried to laugh it off as a joke. I don't know what made me say it, but I quickly calculated to just let it ride. At worst, it would scare the neighbors away. At best...

"I..." Traci stammered. "Uh, Amy, what do you, uh, yeah. Let's do it!" Traci put her hands on her hips defiantly. "And when we win, you guys have to do it too!"

I laughed at the mismatched weight of the whole thing. "Great. Let's go. Amy? Dave? You in?"

Dave stood typically silent. Amy uncrossed her legs and stood up, moving over towards Traci and wrapping her long arm around my wife. "Let's do it." A united front.

Traci broke, then Dave took a shot, pocketing one ball. Amy took her turn, pocketing one of her own and evening the score. The girls high-fived and over-celebrated their imagined victory.

So then I ran the table. The product of a misspent youth. Sinking the eight ball, I tossed the cue across the table, sending their many remaining balls scattering. "Alright" I said, far too proud, "let's see 'em!"

Traci had a determined look on her face. The kind she makes when she's trying to match my competitive streak. Amy's jaw was on the ground. I could practically see her heart pounding in her chest. They both stood there for the longest time.

"Go take a shot of courage if you need and let's make this happen." I playfully directed. The girls sort of slumped in defeat towards the bar, and Traci disappeared behind it. She stood back up clutching a bottle of tequila and came out from behind, joining Amy facing the bar. I could barely make out their whispering, then saw their heads tilt back and two shot glasses slammed against the bar.

"Okay." Traci cried out, her voice shaking a little. Both girls reached behind themselves and untied their tops, letting them fall to the bar while facing away. "One, two......three." They spun around. Traci's D-cup breasts giggled as she came into view, her soft tan nipples poking out in the cold basement air. I barely saw them, however. Amy's breasts finally came into view. I could barely stand her, but dammit if I hadn't wanted to see her naked since the day we moved in. They were smaller than I would have guessed, probably a smallish B-cup. She had tiny little nipples, both the softest, most beautiful pink I'd ever seen.

I smiled a smile usually only seen on little boys getting away with something, turned and slapped Dave on the shoulder. "Well, get a look at that." Dave was transfixed, his eyes darting back and forth between the two girls.

Amy laughed first. "Pick up your tongue, Davey." Traci burst out laughing as well, then said "So, how long do we have to stay like this?"

"End of the night" I called back, making up the rules as I went and reracking the table.

"We're playing again?" Amy asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Sure," I responded, "It wouldn't be fair if we didn't."

**** We let the girls win the next game, of course, to build up their confidence. Dave seemed to pick up on what I was doing, surprisingly enough. We both pulled our shirts over our heads and the girls pretended like they'd actually won something.

"Again?" Traci asked, bolstered by an unearned confidence.

"Yup."

They didn't win again. Off came Amy's shorts and Traci's skirt. Amy would have walked away, but Traci liked to try and compete with me. A little too much, and it got the better of her.

The eight ball slammed off the back of a corner pocket. I turned and smiled at both of them.

"Drop 'em."

Amy looked legitimately nervous. Traci, however, was at that point where she was quite amenable to suggestion, if you catch my drift. Without breaking defiant eye contact with me, she slid a thumb into the red fabric of her bikini bottoms and slid them down her slender frame. She had shaved, probably this morning in anticipation of finally having a night with her husband, leaving not a single strand of hair anywhere other than her head.

"Holy shit" I heard Dave mutter.

To Traci's right, Amy fumbled with her own last stitch of clothing. Her hands were trembling.

"Well, we're all waiting" I barked at her, goading her on.

That's when she looked up and something changed. To put it mildly, the bitch was back. I could see a defiant fire in her eyes, my tone reminding her she wasn't going to take any shit from anybody. She quickly pulled her bottoms down, sliding them off her long legs and throwing them across the room at her husband. "There, asshole." she responded angrily.

I was knew I was probably making a fool of myself, but I couldn't help but just drink her in. Her long legs ended in a puff of soft dark blonde hair. It was an inviting little bush, like I hadn't seen in years. For the first time, I my body fought through the flood of alcohol and I felt a twitch in my pants.

"So, I guess that's it." Traci said rather flatly. Turning to look at her, I found her looking at her best friend and neighbor. Her breathing was uneven. Shit, was my wife turned on by another woman?

"We can go again, if you want. I mean, if you think you've got something else to lose."

"Name it, fucker." Amy practically shouted at me, moving to the table and resetting it for another game.

I chuckled, knowing there was no way they could possible beat me. "I can come up with something."

Not two minutes later, it was over. Traci looked legitimately nervous, but Amy remained defiant. Pissed.

"Alight, I guess I get to name the penalty."

"Guess so" Traci replied softly. She knows me better than anyone, so I'm sure she knew something she wasn't necessarily going to like was coming.

I looked at Dave, who clearly had decided to shut up lest he fuck something up, and then back at the girls. "Okay, go in and sit together on the couch." A large leather couch was across the room, in front of my giant TV. Two arm chairs were across from it.

Amy strode confidently to the couch and plopped down loudly. Traci moved more slowly, taking up a position on the opposite end. I slid into my favorite chair, Dave silently slinking into the other.

I couldn't help but smile. "Play with yourselves."

"WHAT?!?!" the cried out in unison.

"I, I mean we get to name the stakes, and you don't have anything left to take off, so this is what we want, right Dave?" Dave nodded silently, refusing to blink, as if it would all disappear if he looked away.

"Babe, I don't..." Traci started to protest.

"No!" I demanded. "I set the rules. Now scoot to the middle next to each other so we can see you both. The sooner you start, you know."

The girls exchanged an uncomfortable glance and sort of hopped on their hands towards each other, neither wanting to get too close. They sat there, looking at each other and then down at the floor, for the longest time.

"Fuck, let's get this show on the road."

Traci knows me. She knew I wasn't about to give in. With a heavy sigh, she sat back and started to run her hands up and down her legs, her feet planted firmly together on the floor. It was silent in the house. I could hear her fingers slide across her skin, down to her knees, then back up her thighs and across her stomach. Her right hand finally slid down across her belly button and disappeared between her tightly pinned legs.

"Comeon" I said in a demanding tone, "we get to see."

Traci rolled her eyes at me and spread her legs just enough to get her hand in. All we could really see was her wrist moving.

"Uh, you too." I said, looking straight at Amy. She sat back and slid one hand up the inside of each thigh, her legs parting as she did. I could just make out he pretty womanhood in the dim light. It was so perfectly pink, I could've sworn it had never been touched. Knowing Dave, that might actually be the case.

Before long, Traci's breathing started to quicken in a way I knew well. Her right hand continued to move with increasing speed, her left sliding up and gripping one of her breasts. She's always had very sensitive breasts, and soon she was pinching a nipple in the way I knew she liked. Her legs started to spread, slowly at first, until her knee came into contact with Amy's.

Amy was using the tip of one finger on her clit, but unlike Traci who had her eyes clamped shut, Amy was staring at me. Right at me. She looked determined, like she was going to prove something to someone. She slid her leg up over Traci's and let it rest on my wife's knee, exposing herself completely. One finger slid down and parted her lips, a sparkle of wetness giving away her excitement. The tip of the finger disappeared into her, then came back soaked with her own juices. She went back to work on her clit, finally letting her read rest back as her own breath quickened.

They both worked themselves for a little while, Traci continuing to pull at her breast. Amy's hips started to buck up and down on the couch. Her right hand slid up and down her leg, finally coming to rest on Traci's, who didn't immediately seem to notice. That is until that hand started to slide further towards my wife's middle, finally coming to rest on my wife's very busy left hand. Traci's eyes bolted open, first at me, then down at her own body. Her best friend, her neighbor, was directly feeling her play with herself. I gave her a wink I hoped would be confidence inspiring, her eyes pleading with me for help.

Amy kept her eyes closed, but her exploring hand grabbed Traci's tightly, then pulled it up onto Traci's leg. Traci didn't seem to know what to do, not that Amy intended to give her much of an option. Amy slid her hand back. I felt paralyzed as I watched another woman's hand touch the most private place on my wife. Amy's long finger slid across Traci's clit, eliciting a soft moan from my wife as she felt her flesh overtake her. That finger played with her in a way I'd never anyone touch anyone before. It was so soft, so passionate.

Traci was breathing heavily, soft moans of pleasure barely escaping her soft pink lips. I think she reached out to steady herself, but found Amy instead. Traci's hand moved about blindly, desperate to find her friend. Soon it did, as Amy removed her hand from herself and guided my wife towards her soft, pink center.

The girls started petting each other more quickly, both gasping for air as their chests heaved in unison. Both had their eyes closed, but almost as if guided by some unseen force, they found their faces pointed just inches from one another, each feeling the hot breath of the other on their face. Traci moved first, subtly, and their lips brushed each other gently. Then again. Soon they were locked in a passionate kiss as their hands explored one another.

I couldn't take it anymore. It was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen. My own cock throbbed in my pants. I unzipped my shorts and pulled my thick six inches out, stroking myself softly as I watched my wife pleasure, and be pleasured by, a beautiful woman.

Traci came first. She moaned so loudly, unlike I'd ever heard before, her body rocking, her hips bouncing off the couch. I think the sound and feel of it sent Amy over the edge. With a deep moan, her body spasmed, pining Traci's hand between her legs.

Traci's eyes opened first, but before they could find me, she locked on something else. Honestly, I'd forgotten Dave was even in the room. Looking over towards him, his pants were around his ankles and he was stroking something that couldn't possibly be a penis, because no penis comes in that size. It had to be twelve inches. I'd never seen anything like it. Not in a locker room, not in porn, nowhere.

Amy's breathing finally started to slow, and her eyes opened. She sat up a little and stared at me, a passionate hunger in her eyes. She patted Traci on the leg and then looked at her husband, and then at Traci. Laughing, she said "That was about my reaction the first time I saw it as well."

Traci sat silently, not looking away, for a second. "Yeah. It's, uh, shit."

"It's even more impressive up close" Amy encouraged her. "Go take a look."

Amy looked at me nervously. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.

"Babe", I started, "I can't imagine when you're ever going to see anything like THAT again. Go ahead." I gave her an encouraging smile. I've often wondered if she'd have gone over there without me. It was pretty clear from the look in her eye what she wanted.

Traci slid down off the couch and half crawled across the room, gliding quickly into position between Dave's legs. He continued to stoke himself as he leaned forward and awkwardly grabbed on her giant tits.

My concentration on the show was broken by a beckoning voice across the room. Amy sat with her feet up on the couch, her legs completely open for me to see. "Well, are you just going to sit there, or what?" she said in a tone that was meant to sound condescending, but came across as pleading.

I stood up and let me shorts fall to the ground, stepping out of them. Walking a little self consciously across the room, she stood to meet me as I reached her.

"Let's give them a few minutes" she whispered. Not needing any further encouragement, I took her hand in mine and led her across the room towards the pool table. With a glance back over my shoulder, I saw Traci gingerly touching whatever the fuck that thing Dave called a cock was.

Reaching the pool table, I pulled Amy around so she was standing in front of me, between me and the table. Running my hands up her sides, I caressed her breasts firmly, a soft sigh escaping her lips just before I pressed them to my own. She pressed her body hard against me as I let her tits go, my hands sliding down her back and grabbing her tight little ass. I could feel me throbbing between us, my body begging to take hers.

I had no idea what my wife intended to do across the room, but I can't say I gave it moment's thought. With a quick jerk, I spun Amy around and bent her over the table. The height was perfect, her pink flower spreading open before me as she spread her legs. Holding my own manhood tightly, I slid the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit, parting her lips.

"You want this, don't you?"

She moaned softly and whispered "ever since the day I met you."

Grabbing her by the hips so she couldn't move, I slid myself deeply into her with a slow thrust. I could feel her walls gripping me, coating me with her juices as I did. She moaned loudly in appreciation, her body shaking with pleasure. I started to move in and out of her with long, slow strokes at first as she let her forehead rest on the table.

A slurping sound was coming from across the room. Finally remembering we had company, I looked over to see my wife half standing before our neighbor, her head bobbing up and down at an impossible to believe height.

Turning back to Amy, I held her hips tight and started to fuck her harder. She groaned loudly with each thrust, her breathing quickening.

"Fuck that's good" I cried out as the sound of her breath became drowned out by the sound of my body slapping against her ass. Releasing my right hand's grip on her flesh, I slapped her right ass cheek hard, leaving a bright red hand print.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried out as I did. "Fuck me harder."

I gave her all I could. Sweat poured from my brow as I let slammed myself into her as hard and fast as I could.

"Fuck yes. Oh please don't stop. Keep going. Fuck." She cried out, her back arching as she screamed in orgasm. I could feel her pussy walls grasping me, begging me to fill her with my seed. With a hard, triumphant thrust, my cock exploded deep inside her.

I must have orgasmed for an hour. At least it felt that way. I collapsed onto her back, the sweat of our bodies mixing.

"That was incredible. I've wanted that so fucking long." She whispered softly.

I was quickly falling limp within her. Sliding myself out of her well-coated depths, I turned to see my wife still standing before Dave, her head still bobbing up and down. Pulling Amy up from the table, we walked hand in hand back towards the couch. About the time we sat down, I heard Dave mutter a few curse words and grab the top of Traci's head. I could hear her struggling to swallow what he was giving her.

***

Later that night, as Traci lay in my arms, we were silent for the longest time after we had sex ourselves. Finally, she spoke.

"So, was it nice to have a different set of lips on you?" She asked.

"Uh...."