The path to the quiet pool winds through a landscaped area thick with bushes and ornamental trees. Laura leads the way, her wet shorts clinging to her ass, and I see Eric watching her, his eyes fixed on the way the material is crawling up between her cheeks.
“This is insane,” Chris mutters beside me, but there’s an excitement in his voice that wasn’t there before. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”
“Neither can I,” I admit. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. Every rustle of leaves, every distant sound makes me flinch, expecting security or a neighbor to appear out of nowhere.
Laura glances back over her shoulder, catching Eric’s eyes fixed on her bottom. She gives it a little wiggle and winks. “Enjoying the view?”
“Absolutely,” Eric replies, his voice low and suggestive.
The quiet pool comes into view, nestled behind a privacy hedge that separates it from the main walkways. True to its name, it’s more secluded; there’s no underwater lighting here, just the soft glow of the moon reflecting off the surface.
I unlock the gate, and we file in, the gate clicking shut behind us with a sound that seems too loud in the stillness.
The quiet pool lives up to its reputation. The water is perfectly still, reflecting the night sky like a dark mirror. Manicured hedges create natural walls of privacy, and the lounge chairs here are nicer, cushioned instead of the plastic ones at the family pool.
Laura wastes no time. She peels off her top and shimmies out of her shorts in one fluid motion, standing nude again in the moonlight. “I love being naked,” she sighs, stretching her arms above her head in a way that makes her breasts lift and sway.
I strip down, tossing my damp clothes onto a nearby lounge chair. Eric does the same, his movements unhurried and deliberate. Chris hesitates again but follows suit when Laura gives him an encouraging smile.
This time, Laura doesn’t immediately jump in. Instead, she walks slowly around the perimeter of the pool, her body a silhouette against the hedges.
“This pool is so much better,” she murmurs, more to herself than to us. Then she turns, fixing her gaze on Chris. “Chris, come here,” she beckons with one finger.
Chris freezes, his erection still standing at attention despite his obvious nerves. “What? Why?”
“Because I want you to,” Laura says simply in that tone she has that no mortal man can resist.
I watch as Chris walks toward her on unsteady legs, his hands twitching at his sides like he’s fighting the urge to cover himself again. When he reaches her, Laura places both hands on his chest and looks down at his boner before meeting his eyes. I can see him visibly shiver at her touch.
“You’re so tense,” she whispers. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Chris swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I… yeah, okay,” he manages, his voice cracking slightly.
Laura’s hands slide down his chest, her fingertips grazing his stomach, and I watch his slightly doughy body contract involuntarily. Her hands stop just above his cock, hovering there, teasing. I feel a surge of something, jealousy? arousal? both? watching my girlfriend touch another man so intimately.
Eric moves to stand beside me. “She’s something else,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “You’re a lucky guy.”
I don’t respond. My eyes are locked on Laura as she finally wraps her fingers around Chris’s shaft. He gasps, his whole body going rigid, and I watch his cock twitch in her grip. He turns his head toward me, eyes wide in panic, but Laura shushes him gently, her free hand coming up, the back of her fingers caressing his cheek.
“It’s okay,” she coos, her voice soft and reassuring. “Jay doesn’t mind. Do you, babe?”
Three pairs of eyes turn to me. Chris looks like he’s about to puke; Eric’s watching with undisguised interest; and Laura, my beautiful, wild, unpredictable Laura, is looking at me, a silent dare, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth that makes my stomach flip.
Do I mind? The question echoes in my head. My girlfriend has another man’s cock in her hand, and I should be furious. I should be dragging Chris away and telling everyone to go home. But instead, there’s this heat spreading through my chest, pooling low in my belly. Watching her touch him, seeing the way Chris trembles under her attention, it’s doing something to me that I don’t fully understand.
“No,” I hear myself quietly say, my voice rough. “I… I don’t mind.”
Chris’s jaw drops. Laura’s smile widens, victorious. She starts stroking him slowly, her wrist twisting on the upstroke, and Chris lets out a moan that seems to surprise even him.
“Holy shit,” Eric breathes beside me. His hand has found his own cock, stroking lazily as he watches.
I should feel something other than this burning arousal. I should feel betrayed, angry, something. But watching Laura work Chris’s dick more rapidly now, seeing the way his hips start to move involuntarily, hearing the fapping sound of her hand gliding over his shaft, all I feel is want.
“Fuck,” Chris breathes, his head falling back. “Laura, I’m gonna… I can’t…”
Laura makes direct contact with me, her eyes dark with lust, but speaks softly to Chris. “It’s okay, sweetie. Cum for me.”
Chris’s entire body tenses, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His hips jerk forward once, twice, and then he’s cumming, thick ropes of semen spurting from the tip, splashing onto Laura’s stomach and thighs. She keeps stroking him through it, coaxing out every last drop as he shudders and gasps.
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh God,” Chris babbles, his legs looking like they might give out at any moment.
Laura releases him with a satisfied smile, looking down at the mess he’s made on her skin. “I got splattered,” she giggles, running a finger through the sperm dripping down her belly, her eyes never leaving mine.
My own cock is painfully hard now, throbbing with every heartbeat, clear precum dripping from the slit. I can’t believe what I just watched. I can’t believe how incredibly turned on I am by it. But there’s no denying the evidence standing at attention between my legs.
Laura jumps into the pool, completely unbothered, as if I hadn’t just observed her giving a hand job to my best friend.
Chris stands frozen where Laura left him, his softening cock hanging between his legs, his expression a combination of disbelief and post-orgasmic bliss. He looks at me, opens his mouth like he’s about to apologize or explain, but nothing comes out.
“Dude,” Eric says, clapping him on the shoulder as he walks past toward the pool. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”
Chris just nods dumbly. I know the feeling. My brain is struggling to catch up with the reality of what I just witnessed, what I just allowed to happen, what I actively encouraged by not stopping it.
Eric dives into the pool, sending a spray of water onto the concrete deck. When he surfaces, he’s right next to Laura, and I watch them treading water together, their bodies close in the darkness.
“Come on, you two, get in. We need to swim in this one before we move on to the next,” Laura calls out, splashing water in our direction.
I force my legs to move, walking to the edge of the pool and lowering myself in. The water is cooler here than at the family pool, but it does nothing to diminish my erection. Chris follows a moment later, slipping in quietly and immediately swimming to the far end, probably trying to process what just happened.
Laura swims over to me, wrapping herself around me the same way she did before, but this time there’s something different in her eyes. A hunger that wasn’t fully there before.
“Did that bother you?” she asks softly, her lips brushing against my ear, genuine concern in her voice.
The image of Laura jacking off Chris, the way she looked at me when she made him cum, flashes through my mind. “No,” I finally say, “it… it didn’t bother me.”
Laura’s smile is radiant, full of relief and excitement. She kisses me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine. “I knew it wouldn’t, baby,” she whispers against my lips.
Eric swims closer, not even pretending to give us privacy. “You two need a minute alone?” he asks, but there’s something in his tone that suggests he’s hoping the answer is no.
Laura turns her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Why? You want to watch?” Her voice is teasing, but there’s an undertone of invitation that makes my pulse quicken.
“Maybe,” Eric replies, his voice dropping lower. “Or maybe more.”
Laura laughs, the sound carrying across the still water. She untangles herself from me and swims backward, creating space between all of us. She’s treading water in the center of the pool now, her breasts bobbing at the surface, nipples hard and visible in the moonlight.
“Here’s what I’m thinking,” she says, her voice taking on that slightly commanding tone that makes guys pay full attention. “We have one more pool to visit. The fitness center one. It has that hot tub.” She pauses, letting the implication hang in the air. “I think we should make things… interesting.”
Chris has drifted closer, apparently recovered enough to rejoin the conversation. “More interesting than what just happened?” His voice cracks slightly.
“Much more,” Laura says, her eyes gleaming. “When we get to the fitness center pool, I’m going to let one of you fuck me in the hot tub.”
The words slam into me like a sucker punch, leaving me breathless. My heart hammers against my ribs while my cock throbs painfully beneath the water, straining upward as if trying to break the surface. I hear Eric inhale sharply beside me, a sound like air being sucked through clenched teeth, while Chris lets out a nervous chuckle that catches in his throat, almost strangled by disbelief.
“One of us?” I ask, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “You mean me, right?”
Laura tilts her head, that mischievous smile playing at her lips. She lets the moment stretch out and then shrugs, making her breasts bounce just below the surface. “Maybe? Maybe not? It could be any of you,” she says.
The silence that follows her words is thick enough to cut with a knife. I can feel the water lapping against my chest, each ripple amplifying the tension that’s coiled tight in my gut. Laura floats there, serene as a mermaid, waiting for one of us to respond.
“That’s…” Chris starts, then stops, swallowing hard. “Laura, I don’t think…”
“I’m serious,” she interrupts, her voice soft but firm. Her eyes find mine in the darkness. “But, Jay. I need you to be okay with it.”
My mind is racing, thoughts crashing into each other like waves during a storm. This is crazy. This is beyond anything I ever imagined when I agreed to go skinny-dipping. But there’s that heat again, spreading through my chest, making my skin tingle despite the cool water. Part of me wants to shut this down, to reassert some kind of control over the situation. But another part, a part I’m only now discovering exists, wants to see where this goes.
“What decides who gets to, um, you know…” I can’t even finish the sentence.
Laura grins, predatory and beautiful, and she starts swimming toward the edge of the pool, her strokes slow and measured. When she gets to the steps, she nonchalantly climbs out, water cascading down her back and across her bare bottom. She stands on the deck, water pooling at her feet on the concrete. She doesn’t reach for her towel. Instead, she turns to face all three of us, hands on her hips, completely unashamed of her nudity.
“Here’s how it works,” she says, her voice carrying clearly across the water. “When we get to the fitness center pool, I’m going to ask each of you a question. The one who gives me the answer I am looking for gets to fuck me in the hot tub while the other two watch.”
“What kind of question?” Eric asks, pulling himself out of the pool. He makes no attempt to hide his arousal, and I notice Laura’s eyes traveling down his body appreciatively before returning to his face.
“You’ll find out when we get there.” She bends down to pick up her shorts, giving us all a perfect view of her ass, her pussy peeking out from between her thighs. The move is deliberate, calculated, and devastatingly effective. “Now get dressed. We’ve got one more pool to christen.”
I climb out of the pool, my mind still reeling. The cool night air hits my wet skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and chest. My cock hasn’t softened at all; if anything, it’s harder than before, aching with a need I don’t fully understand.
Chris is the last one out, moving slowly, as if he’s walking through a dream. His earlier orgasm has left him looking dazed, almost shell-shocked, but I notice he’s already starting to get hard again. Laura seems to have that effect on men.
I pull on my boxers and jeans, my erection making buttoning up a challenge. I have to adjust myself several times before I can close my fly. Laura notices me struggling and laughs, a musical sound.
“Need some help with that?” she teases, nodding toward my obvious bulge.
“I’m good. I think,” I manage, finally getting everything situated. The fabric strains against my groin, but at least I’m covered.
Eric’s already dressed, looking annoyingly put-together despite his wet clothes. His shirt clings to his chest, outlining every muscle, and I catch Laura looking again. That twist in my gut returns, but it’s mixed with something else now, something that feels dangerously like anticipation.
We slip out of the quiet pool area, and I lock the gate behind us. The path to the fitness center winds past the main clubhouse, and we have to be more careful here. There are security cameras near the building entrance, and the last thing I want is footage of us sneaking around wet and half-dressed.
Laura leads the way, staying close to the hedges and shadows. She moves with a confidence that borders on reckless, her wet ponytail swinging against her bare shoulders, her clothes clinging to every curve. I follow close behind, my eyes scanning the windows of the nearby units for any sign of movement.
“This way,” I whisper, guiding the group around the back of the clubhouse. The fitness center pool is the nicest of the three, with modern lounge furniture and underwater LED lights that cycle through colors. But the real attraction is the large hot tub, elevated in the corner.
I fumble with my keys, my hands shaking slightly as I unlock the gate. Whether it’s from the night chill on my wet skin or my nerves for what’s about to happen, I can’t tell.
The gate silently swings open and we go inside. The area is bathed in the soft glow of the color-changing LEDs, the water shifting from deep blue to purple to teal in slow, hypnotic cycles. The hot tub bubbles invitingly, steam curling up into the night air like beckoning fingers.
Laura strips off her clothes in quick, efficient movements, tossing them onto one of the sleek lounge chairs. She stands there, naked and glorious, her breasts rising with each breath, her pussy lips visibly swollen with arousal. The colored lights play across her bare skin like living art.
She turns and sashays toward the bubbling water. “Into the hot tub, boys,” she calls back over her shoulder. “Time to see which one of you gets to fuck me.”
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