Summer day at pool leads to hot fun

We will never forget the August day my wife and I decided to go to the local community pool.

It was a steamy day in the Chicago area, but things eventually became much more steamy for us.

There was nothing on our calendar that lazy Sunday.

The sun was shining brightly and it was already in the 80s before noon.

"Steve, do you want to go to the pool," Marie asked as we ate a tasty breakfast she had prepared.

"Yeah, sounds good. I love going there," I replied about the pool.

So, Marie and I gathered our supplies - waters, munchies, reading material, sunscreen hats, and, of course, those noodles you can float on - and headed to the pool about three miles from our home in the western suburbs.

It's not a big pool, but one that always makes us feel so relaxed.

There's something special about being on a lounge chair, hearing the sounds of children playing in the pool, reading a bit, then drifting off for a nap. We joke that it's like vacation for a day.

We had just got settled on two chairs and were beginning to read, when we heard a female voice say, 'Nice visor."

I had worn my White Sox visor that day, so I knew it couldn't be a Cubs fan.

We looked up to see an attractive brunette, who looked to be in her 40s, with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a one-piece swimsuit that showed an attractive petite body much like Marie's.

She was standing beside an older woman whom I figured was probably her mother.

"Hey, thanks, gotta cheer my White Sox," I replied.

The woman said "I'm a White Sox fan, too," and we began to talk about our frustrating team which was once again scuffling through another seasons of baseball.

"I'm Steve and this is my wife Marie," I said.

"Sarah," she replied. "This my mom."

We talked a bit more about the pool and the Sox.

She complimented my wife on her broad-brimmed sunhat, perfect for the pool. Marie got up off her chair to talk with Sarah face to face. I was noticed how they were basically the same in body shape and height.

I enjoyed watching them talk and - being a horny hubby of age 60 - did have a few fleeting thoughts about their being together without the swimsuits. I'm a guy. Guilty as charged.

As I watched Marie and Sarah talk, I envisioned them kissing, breasts pressing against each other's, their hands on the other's ass, pulling each other close.

Those thoughts vanished as Sarah and her mom went off to find seats on the rapidly-filling pool deck. We want back to reading our books.

Being August in Chicago, it got hot fast. Soon, I needed a dip. So I got into the pool and waded for a while when I heard "well, hello again." Sure enough, it was Sarah, without her mother.

"Oh, hi, nice to see you again," I said.

We talked about our families, our backgrounds, our summer, general stuff like that It felt like we were old friends and knew each other for years.

We said our goodbyes and I got out of the pool, lounging on the chair beside my wife as we both read.

I briefly wondered how Sarah may look naked. Again, a typical guy. I drifted into a nap.

Later, Marie awakened me saying "we should get going."

The pool was closing in about a half hour, and decided to head home for dinner. As we were gathering our items, who appeared much to our surprise?

That's right. Sarah.

"It's nice to make new friends. I want to give my cell phone to you two. Maybe we can go out to dinner sometime," Sarah said.

She gave us her number, and we both put it into our phones. We said our goodbyes and headed home.

On the drive back, I mentioned "she is very nice." Marie agreed. Inside, my heart was pounding with the possibilities.

We later texted her and said it was nice to meet and that dinner sounded good. Being busy parents of college students, we all were kinda swamped that time of year.

But in September we finally settled on a time and date for dinner at a local tavern on a Sunday evening.

We told Sarah we'd meet in the beer garden and sure enough she showed up.

We had a wonderful dinner filled with smiles, laughs and lively conversation as we got to know each other better. It turns out she sadly is a widow for 10 years and her daughter was a college freshman out of state.

During the dinner, she touched my arm while talking with me and gave me a very nice smile. Electric jolts ran through my body.

I had to ask the question on my mind since that day at the pool.

"Sarah, why did you rush over to talk with us before we left?" I asked.

She smiled.

"I didn't want you two to get away without my cell phone number," she replied.

I smiled and filed that little nugget in my mind. "I didn't want you two to get away." Hmm, I thought, I wonder why.

We left after nearly two hours with the promise of another dinner. Life being life, that didn't happen until November at a different tavern.

It was a cold night, they had a fireplace. Marie and I sat facing each other. Sarah seemed surprised by the seating arrangement and elected to sit beside Marie.

Once again, the conversation never lulled and we all had a great time.

As we were leaving, we told Sarah she must come to our house sometime for my prize-winning chili as long as she brings the beer.

She agreed. She and Marie hugged goodbye and we went home happy.

A few months later, after the holidays, we contacted her and reminded her of the invitation. We agree that she'd come over that Saturday night in February and she would be brining the tasty Guinness beer. we all enjoy.

Sarah arrived at the agreed on time, wearing a winter coat over her red blouse and tight blue jeans. I couldn't help but admire the view and hoped she and Marie didn't notice my lingering eyes.

We savored the delicious chili - if I may say so - and each had a couple beers.

Afterwards, we gave her the tour of the small house, not that there's a lot.

Included was a peek into our bedroom with its queen-sized bed.

I could have sworn I saw a smile on Sarah's face when she saw the bed and hoped she didn't notice the bright pink sex toy and adult movie DVD case on the beside table that we had forgotten to put away from the previous night's fun.

We relocated downstairs in our family room. I settled into an easy chair while Marie and Ruth sat beside each other on the couch.

We were talking about various plans we had for the coming year, places we hoped to vacation and concerts we had tickets for and movies we'd like to see.

Again, it was like we were old friends.

Glancing at Sarah, I couldn't help but notice how nice her ass looked in those blue jeans and how perky her breasts seemed to be.

I could see her nipples were hard beneath the blouse and wondered what might be on her mind.

"Well, this is a lovely home," Sarah said with a smile. "I enjoyed the nickel tour, as Steve described it, from this family room to your bedroom upstairs."

"Oh, thanks, Sarah," Marie said. "But the place is such a mess. We didn't pick up like we should have when we have a guest."

"That's okay. I don't mind. You should see my room. There are things everywhere. Magazines. Books. Record albums. Adult movies, Sex toys," she said with a smile.

Marie blushed.

"You saw that?" she asked.

Sarah nodded and smiled a bit more.

"I, um, we, we were hoping you wouldn't have noticed," Marie stammered.

"Oh, I noticed," Sarah said, placing her hand on Marie's thigh. "I noticed it looks like you two enjoy having fun. So do I."

With that, she began rubbing Marie's thigh.

"I told you at that first dinner I didn't want you two to get away. Remember?" Sarah said.

"Why's that?" Marie asked as Sarah moved closer.

"Because of this," Sarah said as she leaned over and gave Marie a tender kiss on her cheek.

Sarah pulled back a bit and looked into Marie's eyes.

"Because I want to be more than friends with you and Steve," she said, as she moved closer again and gave Marie a longer kiss, pressing their soft lips together.

Marie seemed flustered, unsure of what was happening. Meanwhile, I sat in my chair and soaked up what was going on.

"Sarah, I'm, I'm not sure if this.... " Marie began before Sarah again kissed her.

Their kiss lasted 20 or 30 seconds. I figured out it had to include their tongues. I was right as i saw Sarah's tongue slide out of Marie's mouth.

Pulling away, from Marie, I saw a smile on Marie's face and one on Sarah's face.

"Why don't we head upstairs?" Sarah said, nodding and smiling at me. "All three of us."

Needless to say, Marie and I were quick to agree.

She and Sarah held hands as we heading upstairs to our bedroom. I followed, my cock springing to life in my jeans, thinking a long-held fantasy was finally coming true.

When we got our bedroom, we closed the door and Marie lit a few candles. I thought "she's probably doing that as she's sorting this out in her head."

Candles lit, Marie smiled as she sat beside Sarah on the bed.

"So, is this why you gave us your cell number that day?" Marie asked.

"Mmm hmm," Sarah said. "I was so attracted to both of you, I didn't want this chance to slip away."

The women kissed again.

This time, Sarah's left hand reached over to gently rub over Marie's right breast. I saw her nipple get hard very quickly under Sarah's skilled touch. My cock was rock hard.

"Let's get comfortable," Sarah whispered.

Marie nodded and began to disrobe. Sarah did the same. What the heck, I had to join the club.

We were all naked and I must say I was impressed by Sarah's perky breasts and hard nipples. Clearly she had been thinking of this for quite a while. I know I had.

I settled into the chair in the corner of the bedroom, my cock standing at attention, as I watch a long-desired scene slowly unfold.

Standing beside other and kissing, Sarah playfully pushed Marie down to bed. Marie squealed but it was in a fun way and they both giggled.

"Lie down" Sarah said. "Move to the edge of the bed."

Marie did as she told, her feet on the bed, knees raised, offering her pussy to our guest. Marie's nipples were hard.

Sarah fell to her knees beside the bed, gave me a smile, returned her attention to Marie and began running her fingers across Marie's pussy, barely touching it as she did.

"Mmm, that feels good," Marie whispered.

"So will this," Sarah said.

"Steve, can you hand me that toy?" she asked.

I grabbed the pink toy, about seven inches long and curved a bit at the tip, the one I used with my wife the night before, and handed it to Sarah. i never imagined one night later I'd be handing it to a woman to pleasure my wife.

It whirred to life and Sarah gently spread open Marie's pussy with fingers on her other hand and rubbed the vibe over Marie's clit.

"Oh, God, I love that," Marie moaned.

"Good," Sarah said as she maneuvered it over Marie's clit then eased the tip inside her, then back up to her clit. The vibe glistened with Marie's wetness. She did this again and again - her eyes wide, a smile on her face - as Marie's moans of delight filled the room.

"Mmm, I need more," Marie said after maybe five minutes.

Taking her cue, Sarah turned the vibe off, tossed it aside, leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and began to slowly lick Marie's pussy from the her sweet hole up to her clit and back.

"Ohhhhh, Sarah," Marie moaned as she did.

I saw Sarah smile hearing that.

Slowly and gently, her tongue ran up and down Marie's pussy, lingering briefly at the clit a little bit more each time, teasing it just right.

Clearly, Sarah had done this before, I thought.

Watching Sarah's tongue pleasure my wife, who laid back with her eyes closed and a smile on her face, my cock got even harder. The head was purple and I gently played my fingers over it.

Sarah asked my wife to scoot back on the bed a bit more so she could also be on the bed.

Sarah knelt on the bed, her face in my wife's sweet pussy. Doing so, her ass and pussy were exposed as she knelt.

"What's a boy to do?" I thought as I rose from the chair and gently caressed her ass cheeks with my hands.

"Mmm, i was waiting for that," Sarah said as she pulled her mouth off Marie's pussy, then resumed licking.

Emboldened by her comment, my fingers went to Sarah's pussy, tracing it up and down.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Are you fingering our guest?" Marie asked.

"Yes, baby, is that okay?" I said.

"Absolutely. We want to be the best host and hostess," she said as her hands moved to the back of Sarah's head, pulling her in deeper.

I slowly inserted one, then two fingers of my left hand into Sarah's pussy. The thumb on my right hand? That was busy rubbing her clit.

I could tell I was doing very well by how wet she was and how she moaned deeply.

By now, my cock was aching for fun.

So, I positioned myself placing my cock head against her pussy and started to move it up and down from her clit to her hole, just barely hinting at more.

"Mmm," she groaned.

Finally - as all guys know - I hit the moment when I had to be inside her.

Placing my cock head at her hole, I slowly began to push in. I was amazed at how tight she was, thinking it's probably been a while since she's had some cock.

Looking down, my eyes met my wife's eyes. Marie smiled and nodded, as if to say "go ahead, start fucking our friend."

And I did, pushing all seven inches inside Sarah, then pulling it back out to the tip. Then I pushed in again, pulled back. Each time, it was nice and slow.

No need to rush, I thought. It had been five months since we met. Five months of thinking of this very moment.

And there we were. Our new intimate friend between us, eating Marie's pussy while I fucked Sarah's pussy.

We developed a nice rhythm of me pushing in and out. She soon began pushing back on my cock, something Marie does and something I love. It tells me a woman wants to be fucked. and Sarah definitely did want just that.

As she ate Marie's pussy, I could tell Marie was getting close by her deep moans. Also, when she starts saying things like "eat my pussy" and "fuck me with your tongue," well, I know she is getting close.

She began grinding her pussy against Sarah's mouth, another sign that Marie is getting close to her orgasm.

Seeing this was a turn-on for me.

I began to pick up the pace. I had my left hand on Sarah's left butt cheek while the thumb of my right hand reached down and played with her asshole, circling it and gently massaging it.

Sarah enjoyed that a lot, judging by her moans of pleasure.

"Oh, I'm close, I'm close, baby," Marie moaned. "I fucking love your tongue."

I heard slurping noises as Sarah's tongue licked faster and faster, focused on Marie's hard little button.

Finally, Marie started to orgasm on Sarah's face, shouting loudly "fuck fuck yes," as she did.

"Mmmm hmmm," Sarah moaned with delight as Marie came in mouth and face, knowing that her talented tongue helped my wife achieve a very satisfying orgasm.

After a moment or two, Marie pushed Sarah's face away.

She does that with me, too, because after she cums, her pussy and clit are so sensitive, any contact is too much. Marie smiled and told me, "cum in Sarah's pussy, honey."

As if i needed her words. I felt my cum inching up from my balls. I love that feeling just before. And when Sarah shouted "fuck me, Steve, fuck me," well, that put me over the edge.

I pushed in balls deep, my seven hard inches inside Sarah's tight, wet, welcoming pussy. And I began spurting my seed deep inside her, groaning with each and every shot of cum.

"Take my cum, take it. It's all for you," I groaned.

"Mmm, I feel you," she whispered. "Feels good."

I stayed inside Sarah until she had drained my cock. Starting to soften, I slowly pulled out. Marie leaned over and licked cum and pussy juice off my cock, cleaning it perfectly.

We all fell to the bed, with Sarah between us.

We all were panting after our delightful threesome.

Something had to be said. Leave it to my wife.

"So, Sarah, how long have you had this on your mind?" Marie asked.

After a pause, Sarah said, "honestly, it was on my mind the day we first met each other at the pool. There was just something about you two that I just found very sexy and appealing."

"Those two dinners out confirmed my interest. It wasn't just a one day at the pool thing, it was more," Sarah said.

"I thought you were interested in us at the first dinner out, when you touched my arm and smiled during our conversation. i thought 'hmm, maybe this is the one we've been waiting for'," I said.

"Waiting for?" Sarah asked.

"Yes," Marie said.

"Steve likes to tell hot stories during foreplay now and then. One of the stories was about us with a mystery woman we didn't know, brought home and had fun with. You aren't a mystery, but you are a lot of fun."

We all laughed. Sarah smiled.

"Well," she said, "I'm glad you approve. Tell me, that mystery woman, was she a one-night stand?"

"In that story, yes," I said.

"Well, I hope we can change the script," Sarah said.

With that Sarah turned to her left to and proceeded to give Marie a long, wet French kiss - their tits pressing together - as her right hand found my cock and began to play with it.

I surprised myself as my cock began to awaken to her gentle skilled touch as she rolled the head between her thumb and finger.

As she did, Sarah and Marie kissed. Marie then propped herself up on her right elbow, fingers of her left hand teasing Sarah's pussy.

"I haven't done this in years," Marie whispered then resumed kissing Sarah.

"Years?!" I thought.

For years, my wife denied having ever been with a woman. Now, I thought, she has some secrets to share, secrets that I long suspected to be true. It's how she looks at girl-on-girl scenes in movies, how she gets off to stories I spin about her with another woman, usually set in her old apartment before we dated.

My cock got even harder in Sarah's hand as I watched my wife kiss Sarah's neck, suck on her nipples and slowly kiss down het belly toward our new friend's waiting pussy.

Sarah groaned when Marie's tongue found her clit.

"Oh, fuck, I've wanted this since we met," Sarah said then smiled as my wife began to eat her out as Sarah stroked my hard cock.

I smiled and thought how lucky we were to go to the pool in August and how our future promised to be just as hot as the summer day we met.