A Summer Vacation: A Wife-Swapping Novella (9 page)

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Almost as if it was fated, there was of course another party at the Tehrani's that weekend. Helena mentioned it and Steve said they should go, and the conversation was casual, though the subtext burned in the air between them. She could tell by the flush that came over herself, and came over Steve, that they were both thinking the same thing:

Maybe this would be the night.

But until much later in the evening, it seemed like it
wouldn't
be the night. There were a lot of guests, and no one was wearing bathing suits. The spirit of the party was much more somber than the one the week before. Hardly anyone was in the pool.

Helena decided to treat Steve, at the very least, to plenty of flirting, and so she laughed and talked to a lot of men, tossing her hair and batting her eyelashes. She wore a short black skirt and a form-fitting red-orange shirt, new acquisitions that let her smooth tanned skin hang out everywhere, bare and summery and exciting. The shirt cut low across her chest to reveal plenty of her breasts, and she enjoyed the way men's eyes were drawn to her bosom almost involuntarily.

Or some of them just stared, which ordinarily would have bothered her, but she was feeling bold and knew Steve was watching, so she drew her finger along the neckline of the shirt and rubbed her oiled skin.

She was really getting off on the idea of Steve watching her, sitting at his pool table and staring at her as she stroked her leg or placed a flirtatious hand on someone else's. She could feel her excitement slick between her legs, and she was not wearing panties, so her thighs glided against each other in the slick proof of her arousal.

But now that they had essentially leaped at the fantasy, and narrowed it down to Reza, it all felt like a meager appetizer. She knew what she really wanted, and what Steve really wanted. And like most things in her life, she had made the decision that she was going to do it and there was no looking back.

It was hard to wait. 

She would never find out what changed at the party that night, around ten o'clock. Maybe someone handed out pills, or the boring guests went home. The music changed, or people just finally got drunk. But people started to get into swimsuits. Then they started to sit by the pool with bare feet dipping into the water.

And then Zahra had passed by her, and given her a glance that almost seemed to be complicit. Zahra was utterly bare, and she slipped into the pool and stretched her naked body out. Then she called out from the center of the pool:

“Hey everybody! Let's enjoy my bloody pool for once! No clothes in here!”

And just like that, everyone was stripping and jumping into the pool.

Helena sat down next to Steve. She slid her top over her head, and set it on the table. She looked at Steve. “Well?” she said. “It looks like our chance is coming. You really want to do this?”

Steve looked at her for a moment. “Do you?”

She stood up and slid her black skirt down. She was pleased to see how hungry it made her husband look when he saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She knew he could see that her skin was already damp, and that he knew there was only one way for that to have happened. “I want to try,” she said. “I can't make any promises.”

Steve just gaped at her.

“Okay then...well...should I do it?” she said.

His mouth opened and closed, almost comically, with no sound emerging, before he squeaked, “Uh...yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“You have to come find me, then,” she said, playfully.

She kicked off her shoes. Even without her shoes she knew she was tall, and that her body was goddess-like, pale in the light, and she looked stunning. She surveyed the pool, and the men standing by the side of it. A few tamer girlfriends or wives were frowning at the scene, but some were trying to talk their husbands into the water.

And then she saw him. The pool was so large that a person could find a space to be alone, and that's what Reza had done. He was standing, naked, in the middle of the pool, a distance away from the others.

And his eyes were directly on her.

They met, and they stared at each other. The message was clear, clear to anyone who was looking. As Steve was undoubtedly doing. Reza was far away but she still felt that she could see his eyes moving up and down her body.

And her husband behind her, enjoying the scene.

For a moment she felt terrified, as though she had flung herself off a cliff.

But then she shrugged, mostly for herself. Reza kicked away from his position and swam on his back toward the waterfall cave.

You only live once.

Helena strutted down the side of the pool to where there were gently sloping steps, so that she could enter the water slowly, teasing Steve just a little more. And then she waded toward the waterfall, without looking back. Her body was tingling with a sinful sensation, and she didn't want to see it if Steve's face betrayed any doubt, or a second-thought. She didn't feel like herself as she moved through the water: she felt like a new person, determined to get something that would have been taboo. Should have been taboo.

And it felt great.

When she reached the end of the pool where it disappeared into the cave, behind the waterfall, something in her chest fluttered with one last, tiny bit of doubt. After all, maybe she had misread something.

She ducked beneath the water, and the sound of the falling water over her head drowned out her second thoughts.

The water in the pool under the waterfall came up to just cover her nipples. As she moved, it lapped against the delicate frontier between her areola and her regular skin, and her nipples were almost instantly hard. She moved her hands in front of her to help pull her through the water.

Reza was sitting at the edge of the pool, staring at her as she moved toward him.

She couldn't hear anything beyond the cave: the waterfall canceled all but the most wild noises – an occasional, drunken shriek – and the water obscured the insides of the cave as well the out. Only the colored lights were visible through the stream of water.

But she didn't look back to confirm any of this, or even really think about it, because Reza's intense stare was pulling her in like tractor beam. Her pussy was throbbing and she was breathing quickly to supply her quick blood with enough oxygen.

She knew she should probably stop, and she tried feebly to send a signal to her body to freeze. If she got no nearer to him, if she only stopped moving her arms, then she could jump from one foot, and float on her back, under the waterfall and away.

But she moved closer.

Closer still.

Reza's stare moved from her eye to her nipples. The sweep of his eye titillated her almost as much as if he had swept his fingers over the hardened ridge of her nipple. Then he searched in the shifting water for the shape of her body, and the same sweet sensation that had caressed her nipples caressed her core.

She was within reach of him now, and she let her fingers graze his knees.

It was only now that she let her eyes fall to his legs and what was in between them. She had been so caught up in his gaze, in what he was doing to her own body, that she had seemingly forgotten that nearly everyone had stripped, and that perhaps he, too, was wearing nothing.

She was disappointed to see the dark black material of his swimsuit draped between his legs, and sticking to his skin. But in the center of his legs, a large bulge revealed that he was not scanning her body with indifference.

She was drunk, and she knew that she was being a little reckless. But it gave her a high, after everything that had transpired between them until now, to let her eyes linger on the shape of his cock in his suit.

Then she lifted her eyes.

There was a pang of guilt, when she saw his smile. And then she reminded herself that she was doing this for her husband: he had seen her go in here. He had asked her to go in there.

She hoped he would be able to watch her, and she gave in to a little worry about whether or not he would find a way to do so. But she dismissed it: it was Steve's job to find a way to see her. The idea that he might not, that she might be crossing the line if she did this and he couldn't find a way to watch, was sort of exhilarating.

Reza kicked a foot. “What brings you in here, then?”

Helena moved forward, again feeling a little as though her body were acting on its own. She watched her fingers curl around the elastic of his swimsuit, and tug at it. She watched the material peel away, and the dark, hard meat of his cock spill forward and out of the material. It almost stood, but the sheer weight of it made it tip forward. His legs moved apart, and she moved forward. The tip of his cock was very close to her lips now, and she had her eyes on it. She liked to look at him, up close, and imagine the feel of his cock in her mouth, inside her, along her thigh.

Reza took his cock in his own hand and pointed it toward her. She hesitated only for second, and then she opened for him and took his cock into her own mouth. She could taste the bitter precum at the end of his glans. It streaked down her hard palate to the back of her throat.

She was pleased to feel the ripple of pleasure in Reza's abdomen, and hear a sigh from him. She lifted her eyes to see that he was looking down at her, his mouth open slightly and an expression she had never before seen on his face swimming on his features.

She pushed herself to go further. She wanted to really take him inside of her. She had fantasized about this, had daydreams in the sun about it, and now she wanted to actually do it.

A thrill went through her when, after a while, Reza pushed off of his hands and took her head in both hands to pull her deep onto his shaft. He began to move her forcefully up and down on his cock. She had only to open wide and let her throat be filled. He pushed deep and she gagged, but she was enjoying his sudden, fitful dominance of her. She could feel his legs and torso straining against his own skin as she sucked on him.

When she felt that he was getting too close, she slowed and let his cock pop from her mouth. She reached up with a cool hand and grasped the girth of him. His cock was thick and warm in her hand, and when he flexed beneath her touch she felt a ripple through the large vein along the length of his shaft.

She looked up at him, and guided his cock to her mouth. She wanted to buy her husband some time to come and watch her. She wondered what he would do; if he would sneak in, or just walk beneath the path behind the cave-area that led down to the hot tub. She wondered if someone else would wander under the waterfall, and see her with Reza's cock in her hand and her tongue lapping at the swollen head of it. She almost hoped they would.  

She teased Reza, making a long and languid swirl around his head, running her tongue over the hard ridge of hi glans. The pool water tickled her nipples, and her skin turned bumpy with excitement. Reza slid a hand behind her neck, under her wet hair, but he didn't push her down onto hi cock. She ran her tongue down his shaft, and then lifted his heavy meat to lick his balls – smooth and hairless, like her own throbbing cunt. She nibbled at the taut skin that surrounded his hot sacks, and then she opened wide to pull them inside of her mouth. They were too big, so she could only get one side of his sack inside of her mouth, but she relished the pulse of his cock in her firm grip as she sucked on him.

Then she ran her tongue back to the tip of his cock, along the underside of him, and when she placed her lips again on the crown, she found the tip of his cock slick with his bitter precum.

She looked into his eyes as she opened her mouth again and slid down the length of his cock.

But she wanted more. She pulled back, and gave him a look that she hoped he would interpret correctly.

And he did. In a flash, he had grasped her biceps with each hand, and was lifting her out of the water with ease. He pushed her, like a heavy doll, to one side and got her legs over his lap. His hard cock rubbed against her abdomen, and she was worried, about how he positioned her, that he was going to giving her some kind of spanking. But then she felt his fingers pulling her apart, and probing into her slippery folds. She arched her back as she tossed her head back and emitted a light moan. His fingers found her clit, and slid over it in practiced, easy movements, until she came so quickly she had no time to stop herself.

But he was far from done.

Steve had risen from his chair when his wife disappeared beneath the waterfall. He didn't have very many options: he could slink around, or he could be bold. He could hardly believe what was happening, and more than his own lust, he was sure that his pure curiosity was driving him to walk around the pool to the far end, and then down the steps to the hot tub.

Then plan from there had been to walk back up, along the steps that branched and went into the cavernous underbelly of the waterfall, where he knew that Reza and his wife must be.

But when he got to the hot tub, he froze.

Because of the color of the expensive rock the hot tub was made of, he had not seen her: Zahra's body was nearly the same color as one of the olive-tinted rocks. She was floating on her back, with her full tits rising out of the water and her lithe body shimmering beneath the clear surface. For a moment she didn't look real. Steve froze.