Cuckold Summer

The Pool

On Saturday afternoon, on the drive to Dave and Celeste’s place, I had a mild sense of unease, mixed with excitement.

I had left the little bar off Castro Street with the strong sense that Celeste and Dave were interested in playing with us. The idea gave me a tingle of excitement at the base of my spine.

Anne looked ravishing in a colorful patterned cotton sundress — I think it’s called a handkerchief dress — that showed off her golden shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I was wearing my summer Saturday uniform: khaki shorts and a polo shirt.

Dave and Celeste lived in a cedar-shaded ranch home on a hillside in Mill Valley, set back from the street.

“Wow,” said Anne, after we pressed the bell. “Nice place.”

Celeste came to the door in a pair of black yoga pants and an orange tank top.

“Hey!” she said, stretching out her arms. “Welcome. Come on in.”

She gave us each two pecks on the cheek.

“I won’t hug you,” she said. “I’m a mess. I’ve just finished my yoga.”

She led us through the living room and into the kitchen, which opened onto a patio overlooking a big pool with a diving board. Behind it were trees.

“Oh my gosh,” said Anne. “It’s so beautiful.”

Celeste led us to an umbrella-covered glass table. We stood in the sun, took it in. The pool terrace was of ochre terracotta tiles, like a Mexican courtyard.

A couple of loungers of dark tropical wood sat at the other end of the pool, next to a hot tub. A yoga mat was stretched out next to the water.

Across the pool, there were cedars and pines climbing a steep hill covered in rust-colored needles. It smelled nice. I couldn’t see the speakers, but Stan Getz was playing samba at just the right volume.

“I’m afraid Dave’s had to go to work for a bit,” Celeste said. “He should be joining us soon. Do you like sangria?”

Yes please. She went into the kitchen. Anne took my hand and kissed me.

Celeste came out with a tray holding four glasses and a big pitcher. She put it on the table, poured three glasses. Anne passed one to me. It was delicious.

“I love this,” said Anne, after she took a long drink. “The sangria. The pool. The house. How long have you been here?”

“Thanks,” said Celeste, draining her sangria. “Four years. We are lucky. We really like it.”

She stepped back away from us, into the sun.

“Where are you from, Anne?” she asked. “I love your accent. Very light but it’s there. French? Spanish?”

“French,” said Anne. “I’m from Lyon. Came here to model and met this guy.”

Celeste said she had had some fun nights in Lyon when she was a student. All our glasses were empty. Celeste refilled them.

Anne asked about the house.

“We really love it,” said Celeste. “We like the trees, the pool, and the privacy.”

She stepped away from us, turned to the pool and pulled off her top.

“I like feeling the sun on my skin,” she said. “And the water.”

She turned to us, standing there in her moist black sports bra and yoga pants. Her skin gleamed. Her n*****s stood out against the thin material of the bra.

“I need to have a swim, guys,” she said. “Do you want a dip?”

“We didn’t bring swimsuits,” said Anne. “I didn’t know you had a pool.”

Celeste smiled.

“I don’t have a suit either,” she said, and she turned her back to us and peeled off her sports bra and threw it on one of the loungers. She walked to the edge of the pool, stuck one of her toes in the water, and turned back to look at us.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I keep it a bit on the cool side.”

I really liked that, watching her take off her top and walk around without it, allowing me to ogle her without looking like a creep. Her breasts were amazing. No tan lines, cute little brown n*****s, with just a bit more bounce than Anne’s, because they were just a bit bigger.

She walked up to the diving board before we could say anything. She stopped next to the board and bent to peel off her yoga pants. She tossed them toward her bra.

She walked to the end of the board, then stood there with her arms by her side, looking straight ahead, like an Olympic diver. It was like a moment from a Helmut Newton photograph, the reflection of shimming light from the water playing on her naked body. She was shaved and tanned an even golden shade.

She jumped up, bounced off the board, launched herself into the air, did a somersault and sliced through the water, with almost no splash.

She swam underwater toward us, and came up by the side of the pool.

“How did I do?” she said.

Anne and I both clapped.

“Four point nine from the French judge,” she said.

“Four point seven,” I said.

“You’re tough when you’re judging,” she said to me. “Let’s see how you do on the board.

“I used to dive at school,” said Anne. “I was quite the plongeuse. I haven’t tried any of my old tricks in years.”

She walked toward the board.

“Let’s see what you got,” said Celeste.

Anne looked at me and shocked me with the ease of her mischievous smile.

“I’m going to do it,” she said.

She stopped at the foot of the board, closed her eyes for a second, then bent at the waist and yanked her dress off over her head. She quickly dropped her panties and put her hands behind her back to undo her bra.

She walked to the front of the board and stood straight, arms by her side, as Celeste had done. She breathed in and out a few times.

She was slimmer and more delicate than Celeste, with tan lines, which I like. She was graceful and beautiful, standing there, taking her time, as she was trained to do, thinking about her dive, her chest heaving.

She took a breath, bounced on the board and did a jackknife, landing it with just a bit of a splash, and swam underwater to the side of the pool, next to Celeste.

They were both there, then, with their arms over the sides of the pool, their hair slick behind them.

“Five,” I said.

“Four point four,” said Celeste. “Not an ambitious dive.”

Anne smiled at me.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Yes,” said Celeste. “Let’s see what you got.”

She ducked her head under the water, came up with a mouthful of water and squirted it at me. It hit my foot.

I was self-conscious. I took a step back.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not much of a diver.”

“Feeling shy?” said Celeste.

I was. I hadn’t expected to feel this way, but I suddenly was feeling nervous about dropping my shorts and showing myself.

I bit my lip and thought about it. Two beautiful women naked in the pool. Time for me to join them. No decision to make. But I was suddenly afraid of having Celeste see my p***s. I am aware that I am smaller than a lot of guys, and it was all I could think about. I felt like I was standing at the edge of a stage, and they were the audience. My stomach lurched. I felt frozen.

“I thought you wanted to go to Taboo,” said Celeste, laughing. “You’ll have to show off your junk there.”

“Come on, Simon,” said Anne.

I took off my shirt and paused again, feeling quite silly.

“Let’s see what you got, big guy,” said Celeste.

I forced myself to drop my shorts and underwear, tossing them aside, and walked quickly to the board. I could feel my p***s jiggling as I walked. I blushed.

Celeste clapped and whistled.

I ran down the board, took one leap off the end and did a cannon ball, landing with a huge splash. I turned and swam underwater to the women, and stayed under for a moment longer so I could dive down and grab at their feet. They both pushed me away with their feet and I surfaced with a mouthful of water, which I squirted at Celeste.

I pulled Anne to me and gave her a kiss, and grabbed hold of the wall of the pool, so I was in between the two women. I had my arm around Anne, her naked body rubbing against me.

“Aw,” said Celeste. “You guys are so cute. Kiss again.”

I kissed Anne again, slower, for Celeste’s benefit. Anne tilted her head back as if she was swooning.

“Nice,” said Celeste.

She pulled herself half out of pool, and bent over the side, so her ass was sticking out in the air, all wet and golden, next to my head.

“After this dive,” she said, as she pulled herself up, “I want you both to give me a kiss.”

She walked up to the board, climbed up, pulled her wet hair back neatly behind her ears and ran up the board, taking one big springy leap, and went up into the air, her beautiful golden body flying far out, then cutting into water like a knife.

As we watched her, I had my hand on Anne’s s*x under the water, just resting there. I sucked her neck. My p***s was hard against her thigh and I rubbed back and forth a bit.

Celeste surfaced in front of us.

“That was amazing,” said Anne.

“Yeah?” said Celeste, treading water. “Will you give me a kiss as a reward?”

Anne nodded and Celeste took one stroke so that her right arm was suddenly around Anne’s other shoulder. She held my bicep in her hand.

She turned to Anne and waited, and Anne leaned forward, turned her head and they kissed tenderly. Celeste pulled in closer, pressing her breast against Anne’s as the kiss intensified. She gripped my bicep harder.

When she pulled back, ending the kiss, Anne was still leaning forward, yearning for more, eyes closed, mouth open. She nipped at Celeste’s lip as she withdrew.

“God,” I said.

I felt like my p***s was going to explode. It throbbed and twitched and I pressed it against Anne’s thigh.

“Mm-hmm,” said Celeste.

“Did you like that?” I asked Anne.

In reply, she turned her head to me and kissed me and I could feel that she was aroused by the way she moved her hips as I rubbed her c******s.

“Now it’s your turn,” said Celeste.

She put her left hand on my hip and leaned in and pressed her chest against mine. She moved her thigh between my legs, rubbing it against my testicles. Her right hand dropped to Anne’s breast.

“Very gentle,” she said, and leaned forward and kissed me. I opened my mouth and let her wrap her tongue around mine.

Under the water, I felt her hand close around my p***s and I held myself totally still. Anne wriggled against me.

The kiss ended too soon. She pushed away from both of us.

“Now you two kiss,” she said.

Anne turned to me and we necked like teenagers.

“Yeah!” said Celeste, and I could feel one hand on my ass. With her other hand, she stroked Anne’s breast. Then she slid it down, nudging mine aside, and rubbed Anne’s c******s. Anne took deep breaths. I ended the kiss and nuzzled her ear, moving back to make room for Celeste.

“Motherfucker!”

Suddenly we were all aware that Dave was home, and swearing loudly. Anne and I jerked our heads up.

I was startled. Was he angry with me for making out with Celeste?

We stuck our heads up over the edge of the pool.

Dave was in the kitchen doorway, talking into a cell phone.

“Sheldon, I just got back from there. She wasn’t there. You sort it out. You fix it with her.”

I was relieved he hadn’t been calling me motherfucker.

He was wearing jeans, a light black sweater and a tan blazer, which he pulled off as he stepped onto the terrace. He had a shoulder holster with a pistol in it.

He took that off next and dropped it on the table where the sangria pitcher stood sweating in the sun.

He poured himself a glass, waved and smiled at us in the pool, drank the sangria and talked on the phone.

“b***h is just keyed up,” he said. “I went down there to see her, she wasn’t there. I left. I’m not going back. What’s she need to see me for? I’m not a member of her entourage. You are. You deal with her. We got four people looking after her, got hotel security on speed dial, anything happens, God forbid. It’s just nerves. Calm her down. What she pays you to do. Not what she pays me to do.”

He poured another glass of sangria, drank a bit of it, jammed the phone into his shoulder, kicked off his shoes and undid his belt.

“No,” he said. “No. No. f**k you very much. Love you, brother. Hasta mañana.”

He dropped the phone on the table and turned to the pool.

“How y’all doing?” he said. “Playing around in the pool. Looks nice. Mind if I join you?”

“We were waiting for you,” said Celeste.

“I’m thrilled to see you here, Anne and Simon,” he said. “Sorry I was delayed by some bullshit. I expect Celeste kept you entertained in my absence.”

“She did,” I said. “Very much.”

“Is Bitchface giving you trouble?” said Celeste.

“Yes and no,” he said, and pulled off his sweater, so that he was standing in front of us with no shirt and his pants undone. He still had an athlete’s powerful shoulders and trim waist. All three of us were against the pool looking up at him.

“She just needs attention,” he said, and unzipped his jeans and dropped them around his ankles, kicked them behind him.

He was wearing tight white briefs with a big bulge in the front. I glanced at Anne, who was staring up at him.

“Who are you talking about?” she asked him.

“We call her Bitchface,” he said. “Can’t really talk about clients by name. A diva. A pain in the ass. Anyway, I’m done for the day and ready for a swim.”

He dropped his briefs as he spoke, and stood there in front of us with his big p***s dangling between his legs, just above our heads. It was long and black, swinging like a thick rope. The three of us were looking up at him.

“You guys ready for me to join you?” he said.

I glanced at Anne. I had my hand on her ass under the water.

I was excited and anxious. Anne didn’t look at me. She stared up at David, who was standing there waiting for an answer, his big p***s pointing down at us. Anne nodded. Under the water, her hand closed around my p***s, which was hard as a rock.

“We’re waiting for you,” said Celeste.

Dave stepped back, took another drink from his sangria and strolled to the board. We watched him as he strode to the end, pushed off and sliced the water next to us.

He surfaced in front of Celeste, who wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him.

Anne and I watched. She kept her hand wrapped tightly around my p***s, absently, as if she had forgotten where it was.

When Celeste finally finished her kiss, she laughed and pulled herself around him, so that she was hanging off his back. The two of them smiled at us.

“I think I should tell you what we did while we waited for you,” she said.

“Do,” said Dave.

“Well,” she said, “When Anne and Simon arrived I was a bit of a mess from yoga, so I stripped off and dove into the pool. Then, Anne joined me. She did a pretty nice jackknife dive, in fact. Simon was a bit shier, had to be coaxed. I don’t think he wanted to drop his shorts, but he did eventually, and did a cannonball.”

She stopped to kiss him and nibble on his ear.

“After I did a second dive, I decided I wanted a kiss as a reward. So Anne gave me one. It was nice. Mm. Really nice. And then Simon was being kind of left out, so I gave him a kiss. Then there was more kissing. It’s a good thing you showed up when you did. I was getting all hot and bothered. God knows what we might have got up to if you hadn’t come back when you did.”

“Hmm,” said Dave. “Seems like I missed out on the fun.”

He stared at Anne, who was standing in front of him. She was breathing deeply, standing in chest-deep water, her lips parted. Her little pink n*****s were just below the surface.

Celeste reached out from behind Dave and took a strand of Anne’s wet hair in her hand.

“It all seems kind of unfair,” Celeste said. “Don’t you think it’s unfair to Dave, Anne?”

She tugged gently on Anne’s hair, pulling her toward the two of them.

“Maybe,” said Anne. She took a step forward, licked her lips. She released my p***s from her hand and lifted both hands to her hair, to smooth it, arching her back and sticking out her breasts. Dave was staring at her, smiling. I could see he desired her.

“What do you think, Simon?” said Celeste. “Don’t you think it would be nice for Anne to give Dave a kiss?”

My voice was hoarse when I answered.

“Yes,” I said. “Do it.”

Anne turned to me and smiled shyly. I nodded and then she stepped forward to Dave. Celeste put her hand in Anne’s wet, tangled hair and slowly pulled her toward Dave.

“Gently,” she said.

Dave put his hands on Anne’s hips and pulled her against his body. His p***s was hard now and I could see through the shimmering water that the tip pressed against Anne’s belly. She put her hands around his neck and he bent and kissed her slowly. She closed her eyes and seemed to melt in his arms. When he pulled away, she sucked on his lower lip as he slowly pulled back. Her right hand dropped from his shoulder, down his powerful chest to his waist, where it rested just above his p***s. Dave was holding her left breast in his right hand, his big fingers rolling her little n****e.

“Yeah,” whispered Celeste. “Yeah. That’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Oh my,” said Anne, as she took a half step back. I stood behind her, and put my hands on her shoulders. I rubbed my p***s against her ass. I was so excited that I was afraid I might orgasm on the spot. I could imagine my semen spurting out in the water.

Dave was staring at Anne. He lifted his hand from her breast and stuck his thumb in her mouth. She sucked on it with her eyes closed. I squeezed her breasts in my hands from behind and rubbed my p***s against her.

Celeste broke the spell.

“Well,” she said. “That only seemed fair. Now, let’s sit in the hot tub. Time for us to have a chat. And I don’t know about you, but I want some more sangria.”

I felt oddly anxious to climb out of the pool again, knowing that Anne and Celeste would inevitably compare Dave and me. His p***s looked like another category of thing compared to my much smaller white p***s. It felt odd to stand around, the four of us naked, as Celeste filled our glasses with sangria.

Celeste and Dave both seemed completely relaxed and unselfconscious, but Anne was nervous. I awkwardly put my arm around her and gave her a kiss.

“Are you having fun?” I asked her.

She smiled and nodded and cuddled up against me.

“How about you?” she said quietly. “Is it fun?”

I smiled and kissed her.

“Oh gosh,” I said. “Really fun. It’s amazing.”

She glanced down at my erect p***s.

“I can tell,” she said.

We followed Celeste and Dave to the hot tub and settled into the hot, bubbling water, which felt great. We sat boy-girl-boy-girl. Anne snuggled under my right arm.

“So,” said Celeste. “Is this the first time you two have done anything like this?”

We both nodded.

“We’ve been talking about it for a while though,” said Anne. “We’ve been curious.”

“And how do you like it so far?” asked Dave.

Anne laughed. She had now had quite a bit of sangria, drinking nervously, and her voice had the quality it got when she was just a little tipsy. Her accent started to come out a bit, which I found adorable.

“So far, so good,” she said.

“How long have you two been, um, doing this kind of thing?” I asked.

“Three years,” said Dave. “Not long after we got married we got invited to a party, hosted by some friends, the same ones who organize the trips to Taboo. We had fun. Went to the next party.”

“We haven’t really stopped since then,” said Celeste. “It’s kind of part of our lives now.”

“But not really an important part of our lives,” said Dave. “When we first talked about it, we decided that we would make sure that we always kept it light.”

“It’s fun,” said Celeste. “We have made some really good friends, people who would do anything for us, and vice versa. But it’s recreational and, I don’t know, shallow, the experience. Games. Fun games.”

“We’ve seen some couples take it too seriously, invest too much in it,” said Dave. “Not good for the relationship. It’s the kind of thing you shouldn’t fool around with unless your relationship is solid. You have to trust each other, communicate, stick to your limits, take it slow at first.”

“What are your limits?” said Anne.

Celeste laughed.

“They’re different for both of us,” she said.

“Basically, Celeste and I seduce other women,” said Dave.

“Or let them seduce us,” said Celeste. “I don’t f**k other guys. I’ve got all the c**k I can handle right here.” She wrapped her hand around Dave’s p***s. He inhaled sharply and smiled as she started to rub him.

She looked up at us and smiled.

“I don’t want to be greedy,” she said. “This really is all the c**k I could ever want. I’m kind of a tease with other guys. I’ll kiss them, grope them, push their buttons, but I’m not going to f**k any of them.”

“And is that OK with the couples you play with?” said Anne.

“It has to be,” said Dave. “If it’s not, they can play with somebody else.”

Under the water, I slipped my hand between Anne’s legs. She spread them to allow me to rub her c******s.

“We’re up front about it,” said Celeste. “And a lot of the husbands find it a huge turn-on to see their wife with Dave. It’s a huge fantasy for a lot of guys, to see their wife with someone like him. It’s usually their idea at first and the women have to be talked into it.”

“After the ladies have a taste, usually the husbands don’t have to do much more convincing,” said Dave, laughing.

Celeste looked at me.

“I kind of think that’s what’s going on with you two,” she said. “Am I right, Simon? Do you fantasize about seeing Anne with another guy?”

All three of them were looking at me and I was flustered. I blushed and cleared my throat.

Anne answered for me.

“He mentioned it for the first time on our honeymoon,” she said. “When we were in Venice.”

She kissed me.

“I’m no prude,” she said. “I love him. If I can make his fantasy come true, why shouldn’t I?”

“Good question,” said Dave.

“It’s an incredibly common fantasy, Simon,” said Celeste. “You shouldn’t be shy about admitting it. In fact, you can’t be. If you want Anne to play with Dave, you have to say so.”

My face was bright red and my voice was hoarse when I answered.

“It’s a really strong fantasy,” I said. “It really, um…”

Under the water, Anne had wrapped her hand around my p***s.

“He gets so hard,” she said. “It’s like a magic button.”

“What can I say?” I said. “I’m just perverted.”

“I think we should take it slow,” said Celeste. “I really like you two. I could see us having fun, hanging out, playing from time to time. We have some friends I’d like to introduce you to.”

She turned to look at Dave.

“What do you think?”

Dave smiled.

“Yeah,” he said. “Take it slow, make sure we can all be friends, whatever happens.”

Celeste looked at me.

“Simon,” she said. “I’m going to give Anne a little taste of this.”

She glanced down at Dave’s c**k, which was visible through the bubbles, with her white hand on it.

“That’s going to really turn you on,” she said to me. “And you’re going to take her over there to one of those loungers and f**k her. After it sinks in, a few days later, you two will decide if you want a little more. And we’ll decide if we do, too. How’s that sound?”

I nodded. Here it was at last. I suddenly had a feeling of dread. Did I really want to go through with this? Did I want to see Anne take Dave into her mouth?

I guess I did.

“That sounds good,” I said. “Thank you.”

I turned to kiss Anne. I could feel how aroused she was because of the way she rubbed against my hand.

Celeste turned from me to Anne.

“Come over here,” she said, and stretched out her hand.

Anne took her hand, and Celeste pulled her over, so they were sitting on either side of Dave. Dave put his arms around them both, and took a breast in both of his hands. He wore a huge smile.

“Um hum,” he said. “Yeah. That’s right.”