Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 04

She gave him a small smile and they both looked across at her husband, who definitely looked like he'd also heard the add-on comment. "Have fun, you guys," said Jerry as the two turned and departed the kitchen.

The time was 7.30 and it was not quite dark outside. "So what are you up for?" she asked.

"You, silly!" he told her.

"No, I mean do you want to go out by the pool, maybe have a swim. We can even do it in the pool if you want."

"Yeah, that sounds good, I'll be in that. I do like doing it outdoors."

"Umm, same here," she confirmed. "What will we wear, should we be decent and wear costumes?" but quickly answered her own question, "I guess we're past that stage."

"Are you embarrassed if Jerry sees us?"

"No, not at all ... I think I'm over that. Although it wouldn't surprise me if he sneaks a peep."

"Oh yes, you were saying before about how he wants to know all the details when you get home from being with me."

She didn't want to say anything more about that, but the two glasses of wine must have loosened her tongue, "That's not the worst of it, he even gets a hard-on when I tell him stuff. I don't understand why some men are like that, but it's like he likes for me to have sex with you, even though I would have thought it would hurt him deeply to see me with another man."

"Come on then," John urged and he pulled her toward the patio and the pool area beyond instead of heading for the stairs which seemed to be their first intention, for more of the same in bed upstairs.

The pair reached the pool area, dusk was gathering, but you could still see the area without lighting. Nevertheless, Brittany walked over and switched on all of the lights ... in-pool, the surrounds and a few in the trees too. The area became quite bright.

Unashamed, she walked over to one of the pool lounges, pushed it up against another and lay down on one of them, "Join me?" she asked. John didn't need to be asked twice, he bounded over and dropped onto the second sun lounge that she had butted up against the first. She half turned toward him, "Kiss me!" and he did, draping his right arm over her body that was still clothed in the negligee.

Jerry was clearing up the dishes in the kitchen, the window above the sink afforded a generous view of the entire backyard of the property, the pool area being just 30 feet away. He saw his beautiful wife lie down on the sun lounge, could even hear her encourage John to join her alongside. Then Jerry stopped scraping plates as he watched the couple kissing with lust and passion.

From his vantage point, Jerry Blake could even see his own wife initiate the touching, reaching into John's boxers and he watched as her hand fondled the man's erection. He watched as her touching of John wasn't enough, saw her push his boxers down over his hips. And then Jerry watched in awe as his wife broke from the kiss, bent over from the waist and took John's hard-on into her wet mouth.

Jerry walked across the kitchen to the light switch and darkened the room from where he watched the carnal couple outside, then returned to the window above the sink. He unzipped and reached into his trousers so that he could fondle his own cock while he watched his wife's head dipping down and back as she swallowed and then drew back on her temporary lover's hard cock.

Jerry thought he might even get to see her swallow this man's cum, but just when it looked like the action was heading that way, she suddenly stopped. She stood up, lifted her negligee up over her head, revealing her splendid curvaceous body, her perky breasts standing up in profile, just the string of her tiny thong the only covering. He heard her clearly, saying to John, "Come on, let's try the pool, it is heated."

John stood as well, let his boxers that were hanging low on his thighs, fall away, leaving him naked too. Jerry watched as Brittany came around the bottom of the chairs, joining John where she looked down at his hard-on, touched it fondly and leaned in to say something intimate to him. The man laughed back, reached out and slapped her on her bare arse. She ran away and dived into the pool, cutting the water with style and grace. John ran on behind her, leaping forward ungracefully, tucking his legs up under him to splash into the water.

Now they were in the pool, the edge obscured most of what they might be doing. Jerry quickly left the kitchen, his cock still stretched from his trouser fly, his fingers still lightly fondling it. He quickly climbed the stairs two at a time, and strode along the hall into the master bedroom where the fornicating couple had been sexually active just before Jerry got home. He walked to the open doors that led to the deck that overlooked the pool. Once outside on the deck, the gathering dusk managed to conceal the area from where Jerry furtively watched the actions of his recent bride with John.

The view was superb, he looked down into the pool at a 45 degree angle so he could see everything that went on in the water. That action was highlighted by the illumination of the in-pool lights. John and Brittany were playfully skylarking in the water like a pair of teenagers, splashing each other, chasing each other across the pool, only to hug and kiss when one caught the other. The water, being heated, had not seemed to quell John's ardour and Jerry observed that it was still rampant and hard. His wife seemed to notice that too, playfully touching and rubbing herself up against it at seemingly every opportunity.

She swam to one end and turned around, leaning back against the pool wall, her arms resting along the edge to either side of her head. She never said a word but her look and her submissive position implied to both men, 'come and get me.' John swam up to her and found this end was shallow enough for him to stand as he fitted his naked body hard up against hers. They kissed again and then Jerry guessed that John had fitted his cock into Brittany when she emitted a surprised, "Ooh!" and then she threw her arms around his neck tightly and burrowed her mouth in against him.

So began the beautiful ritual of fucking between man and woman. Jerry had an uninterrupted armchair view of his own wife and the man they were indebted to, doing the deed in the pool. The water became churned up around them as the action of the two bodies intensified. John was humping up into her furiously, causing her body to lift upward with every thrust, her breasts breaking the surface with each stroke that he pushed into her.

Jerry increased his own strokes on his cock, making his attempts more serious now, feeling his desire for release pushing up closer to the surface. He had never had great success with sex in the water, so he was stunned when he heard his wife's frantic loud mutterings, imploring John to "Cum with me, darling ... I'm almost there."

Jerry's view was theatre box quality, perched just back from the railing and looking down on the frenzied action on the stage that was the pool directly below him. He pumped his own cock, his eyes riveted to the couple in his pool, hearing his wife begging for her temporary lover to join her in ecstatic release. "Oh John yes, oh please cum with me!"

Then, anyone for a hundred yards around would know of her orgasm as she screamed loudly in the cooling night air, "Oh yes ... yes, yes, yes ... oh John, I love your cock."

Jerry wanted to see John pump his cum into his wife, but his own need couldn't hold out like John could and Jerry's cock erupted within his grasp, gobs of his cum gushing out in spurts that hit the railing in front of him. Jerry managed to stifle his own mumblings as he peaked and then rode his climax to its natural end.

As he himself ebbed, he saw and heard John reach his own successful finish, triumphantly trumpeting his cumming with loud sexual exhortations. Brittany was loud too and her husband wondered if her first orgasm had successfully segued into another. John had to hold her up as well as himself as her arms slipped from the pool edge and she floated in more ways than one.

"That was great," John said when both of them had quieted down from their euphoric finishes.

"Yes, sensational. You know, Jerry and I have tried that a couple of times, but we couldn't seem to make it work for us in the water. So we've just taken to fucking ourselves silly out on the sun lounges. I thought that's where we might do it tonight, but then you seemed to want to try it in the water, so I decided I was game for it. Now I'm glad we did, shows I can cum in the water after all ... Jerry claimed it wasn't possible."

Jerry had heard every word, but now he needed to get back downstairs to the kitchen before the two of them came back up to the bedroom. He hurried down the stairs and just got back into the kitchen to see his naked wife climb from the pool, water dripping off her sleek shiny body. She turned at poolside and waited for John to climb the ladder and join her, his cock now floppy after its exertions.

They embraced and kissed passionately. Jerry felt a twinge of jealousy for the first time since starting to watch. He found that he had actually enjoyed watching his wife being fucked by another man, but didn't like seeing a show of such affection as the passionate kissing. That raised his hackles, because that was taking his wife's conjugal contract to a higher level. Fucking without much kissing, like it might be a medical procedure, had been his expectation. Now he was shocked by how intense they seemed to be. Jerry even saw little romantic gestures like Brittany's right foot curling around behind her left foot during the deep kiss, and then the way she took John's hand so fondly to lead him back toward the house.

Fortunately, the couple bypassed the kitchen and headed for the stairs, water dripping from both of their naked bodies as they walked. Jerry heard John say, "I wonder what happened to Jerry, I wonder where he was while we were in the pool. Do you think he saw us?"

Jerry heard his wife answer, "I'll bet he did, he would have made a point of being somewhere that he could have watched us from."

"Really, do you think so."

"I'm sure of it."

Jerry heard nothing more of their conversation as the couple disappeared upstairs, reclaiming the bedroom that he -- Jerry -- would normally share with his wife.

Chapter Ten

John and Brittany went straight into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom and showered together, washing away the pool chlorine and the bodily fluids from their latest sexual tryst. That was a lot of fun too with plenty of soapy lather and heaps of touching that seemed to restore their libidos for the next stage of this evening.

The two of them took turns at towelling each other dry and then they both adjourned to the huge bed in the master bedroom where this whole evening had started a few hours ago. John had cum twice in that time and he knew that his ability to keep getting it hard could expire after the next cum. Three had seemed to be his limit since coming in contact with the voracious sexual appetite of the woman in the bed with him now.

This was a nice time, they kissed and cuddled and touched and fondled. For him, it never went a lot further than the almost constant hard-on that he had when in her presence. But for her, John's quite good massage (for an amateur) brought on yet another very satisfying orgasm. As she came down gradually, John curiously opened a draw in the bedside table and found her treasure trove of sex toys.

"What does this do?" he asked naively as he pulled one after another from the drawer. After she described what pleasure she got from each item, John would insist on using it on her and he controlled the degree of pleasure dished out. Needless to say, she was kept on a constant pleasure high and she came several more times.

Meanwhile, Jerry was less content to be stuck downstairs after having been entertained by watching his wife and her new friend cavorting in the pool from above earlier. On a couple of occasions, he chanced his luck creeping up the stairs and proceeding right up to his bedroom door that the couple had conveniently not shut. Jerry was able to peep through the crack and watch the action inside his bedroom for a while.

The first time he found John sitting on top of Brittany's prone body that was flat out, face down on the bed. The corrupt local government official was in the midst of that massage and Jerry watched it all the way, seeing John's fingers on her back, her legs and then foraging in the crease of her arse that raised Brittany's appreciative moans. Then Jerry watched as John rolled his wife over, the man's fingers caressing her breasts and nipples before they zeroed in on her vulva and manipulated her sexual parts to an exciting and loud finish.

He returned downstairs after that and tried to read a book. He didn't want to turn the TV on because he was listening out for sounds coming from upstairs ... sounds that might indicate yet more sexual activity.

Then, about an hour after his first stealth venture up the stairs, he set out again. His ears had detected a buzzing sound and he was curious to track it down. It got louder as he approached his bedroom and he peeped in again, this time to see John experimenting with Brittany's various sex toys. Jerry stayed in that spot outside the slightly open door for over 20 minutes and watched his wife reacting to John's use of the toys on her body. Jerry was amazed to see her cum powerfully twice in the time that he watched. 'How many times has she cum tonight?' he wondered, 'how many times is it possible for a sexually active woman to cum?'

Jerry crept back downstairs and resumed reading his book. But when the clock struck midnight, he got curious once more. He had not heard any sounds for quite a while. He crept quietly up the stairs and to the open door, carefully avoiding a couple of creaky floorboards that he was aware of.

He peeped into the large room, now only illuminated by light from the two bedside lamps. The couple on the bed appeared to be sound asleep, John was even snoring lightly and Jerry's wife seemed to be oblivious to that. 'Probably because she is exhausted after cumming so many times,' thought Jerry.

He wanted to see them up closer but wondered if he dare take a chance. His wife would be furious, and so embarrassed, if either of them woke to see Jerry standing over them. But despite knowing how wrong it was, he stealthily slipped in through the open door and across to the bed.

Now he could see much better. They did both appear to be in deep sleep. The covers were thrown back and John was on his back, completely naked, his cock was still about a third erect, even while its owner slumbered. Brittany lay on her side, her head resting in the crook of John's arm that cradled her neck. The hand on the end of that bent arm rested on the smooth side of her left breast. Her face was on the edge of his chest, facing Jerry, who noted that even in her sleep, she wore a happy contented look.

Her hand lay across John's hip, the fingers resting on the man's semi-hard cock. Jerry figured that she had probably been holding or fondling it when sleep overtook her. Her left leg was bent at the knee, pulled forward and draped across her temporary lover's thighs while her right leg beneath was straight, parallel with John's toward the end of the bed. By moving around the bed to the other side Jerry could see her arse stretched by the separation of her thighs and he could peer closer to see her bulging vulva in beyond her arse from behind.

Her vulva was still glistening wet from her juices and one of her dildos still rested there, it's tip just pressing into the opening of her cunt, its task completed some time ago, but like anything that gets in there, reluctant to leave. Jerry crept quietly back around the bed, looking at the fornicators from every angle, aroused by what he saw there. He couldn't help himself and he reached into his trousers and again pulled out his by now quite stiff cock. He stood there surveying the scene on the bed and masturbating above them.

'This is getting worse,' he conceded, 'if either one wakes up now, I'm in deep shit.' But it didn't deter him and he managed to wank his cock almost to the verge of cumming before slipping out of the room to achieve his finish, knowing that the slapping sounds of his pumping hand and his uncontrollable grunts, could wake the pair on the bed.

Jerry's cock erupted in another powerful climax of cum and he rushed off into the bathroom trying to control where he sprayed it. All cleaned up, he gave up on being downstairs. Up here would be where the action was when the pair woke up and he wanted to be nearby. Jerry slipped into the second bedroom across the hall and lay down on his back on the bed. He was near enough that he could hear John's light snoring, so he was bound to hear sexual sounds when they next happened.

Chapter Eleven

It was around 3am before John stirred, his arm that was under Brittany was in cramp. He managed to ease it out from under her body without waking her. He eased his body slightly away from her and she rolled over to now be lying front down on the bed. He watched for a while, taking in her wonderful shape, her body so feminine, and her flash of red hair that did so much to accentuate her beautiful face.

Moving so he could see further down her body, he spotted the discarded dildo between her lower lips and he removed it. He lightly ran his fingers through the moisture that still pooled there in the channel between those stretched labia lips and she stirred slightly, an appreciative murmur coming from her mouth.

John figured that he would likely only have one more cum in him this night, so where did he want it to be? He would love to try her arse again, but he didn't want this beautiful woman thinking that he was obsessed with anal sex. Still, after his finger had played between her labia lips, tracing up and down to bring out more of her juices, that finger was inexorably drawn to the dark cleavage of her prominent arse cheeks. Their mounds were so high and so smooth as she lay on her front ... he traced the lines of her arse crease, pushing in a little deeper on each sweep.

John figured that she must be awake. Early in his touching of her moistening vulva lips, her legs had shuffled wider apart, seemingly of their own accord, just to improve his digital access to her treasures.

Tempted as he was to have his fingers explore her anus again, he returned them to her vulva and resumed tracing a course that stretched along her now quite wet channel -- with spread puffy lips -- from the entrance to her cunt all the way to her emerging clit.

When his fingers paused high up in front to concentrate on her clitoris, Brittany suddenly came alive. Her body began to hump feverishly on his rotating fingers as they swirled in the moisture of her growing bud. She became quite loud, gasping out those wonderful warning signs that a woman gives when she is building toward a magnificent towering orgasm.

John's head swivelled around to check the door. It was open ... he would have preferred it closed so as not to wake Jerry, wherever he might be. But there was no way now that John could get off the bed to close it. He wouldn't dare leave Brittany so close to finishing, just to close a door.

Jerry had been brought awake with a start when he heard his wife's familiar voice echoing out the preliminary sounds of a sexual climax. He jumped up from his bed across the hall from his master bedroom and rushed to stand at the open doorway.

The sounds of his wife on the crest of sexual arousal came through the open door, sounding like it was part of intense sexual activity, so Jerry was surprised to see his wife in much the same position she had been in when he last peeped into the room. She was lying face down on the bed with John -- his back to the door - on his side beside her, the man's hand busy between her spread thighs. Brittany's hips and arse appeared to be the only parts of her body moving, but her loud sounds confirmed that she was about to cum hard.