The Swim PartyBy now you know that my wife Vicky loves to be an exhibitionist. She has no problem with men looking up her short skirts at her crotch, sans panties. As she moved forward as an exhibitionist, with my support of course, she became more daring. During the Labor Day weekend, we were invited to a holiday party at a house just outside the city near our home. Vicky had nearly a month to plan for this party and she spent her time wisely…and erotically.
One of the tenets of her exhibitionism is that she tries to act as though she isn’t aware that she is exposing herself. This is easier, of course, when the men watching her have been drinking a lot.
We met the couple having the party during one of our trips to the city. In this case, they were entertaining some friends from out of town at a club near our hotel. Vicky wore a short black dress and thigh-high stockings. The tops of her stockings and a couple inches of bare thigh were visible when she sat down. The guys were entranced by Vicky and Sharon was just an wild, open woman who didn’t seem to get jealous at all over other women. We became friends, kept in touch by email, and were invited to their Labor Day pool party.
The party was on the Saturday night of Labor Day weekend. It was scheduled to start about 9 PM and would go on to the next morning. According to our invitation, the sexier the swimwear the better. There was to be a swimsuit contest at midnight. We didn’t have any reason to believe this couple, Dave and Sharon, were swingers, but after we read the invitation, we weren’t sure. While we never got into swinging, we decided we’d go to the party anyhow.
We drove to the outskirts of the city and checked into a small motel near the party just before five o’clock. We wanted to be sure we had a place to sleep before driving home if the party really did continue until the next morning.
After checking in, we decided we had plenty of time before we had to leave for the party. Vicky said she was going to take a shower and proceeded to get undressed before going to the shower. I watched her slide the little summer dress she was wearing over her head and kick off her sandals. That was all she was wearing, as usual. I pulled her over to the bed and laid her on top of the bedspread. I pulled off my clothes and began to rub her *****…at first slowly, but then faster and faster, focusing on her clitoris.
As I’ve mentioned before, Vicky always has multiple ******* and this day was to be no different. She started pushing up from the bed, using her legs to gyrate her body around my fingers. What started as a wet liquid dripping out of her *****, soon progressed to squirting, shooting her juices a good 18 inches into the air. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I started to crawl on top of her. But she grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down towards her legs and then grabbed my hair and shoved my face into her soaking wet *****.
She wrapped her legs around my head, using them to pull my face tighter and tighter against her *****. I started to suck her ****, which had now grown large enough to show outside her vagina. She started moaning, then shouting, and then screaming to an almost continuous ******. For a moment, I was afraid someone would call the motel office, but no one came knocking on our door.
Her body still racked with *******, Vicky pushed me off of her, rolling me onto my back. She kissed my soaking wet face and mouth, sliding her tongue over my face and into my mouth, tasting herself. I know how much she loves the taste of her own *****.
She slid down my body to my hard ****, now sticking straight up towards the ceiling. She ran her tongue around and around the base of its head until my **** started vibrating. I was ready to come. Then she opened her mouth and inserted my **** inside, bouncing her head up and down, going farther down on each stroke until she had my whole **** down her throat. She opened her mouth as far as she could, reached down with her right hand and pushed my balls inside her mouth, too. I heard a couple of small gags coming from her, but she didn’t pull away until I finally came, shooting my warm, gooey seed down her throat. After I finished coming, she pulled my balls out of her mouth and slid back up and off my penis.
She pushed herself up on her arms and smiled at me. “Now can I take a shower?” she asked. I was still breathing too hard to talk, so I just nodded my head and watched her walk naked into the bathroom. When I finally caught my breath, I followed her with intentions of ******* her in the shower. They were good intentions, but I was beyond getting another hard-on so soon. We both showered and then started to get dressed for the party.
Vicky had a habit of not showing me what she was going to wear when we went out until we were getting ready. Her outfit today required some explanation, so she told me what her plans were as she went.
It’s easier if I explain what she was wearing in reverse order. She had a sexy one-piece black satin bathing suit under a semi-sheer cover-up. The swimsuit had large oval cutouts on both sides, showing off her slim, sexy body. But under the swimsuit was a black slingshot thong bikini. The slingshot bikini had two thin straps that came down over her shoulders. At her breasts, the straps opened into small teardrop shaped cups that covered her nipples and areolas, but not much else of her ****. Two thin straps continued on down below her navel, coming together just above her *****, combining to form another teardrop shaped area that barely covered the lips of her vagina. Behind her, a strap came out the other side, like a thong, up her *** crack to the top of her back. There the strap separated into the two straps that went up over her shoulders.
The design of this bikini had no straps that went around the sides her body…not at her breasts or at her waist. While wearing it she was nude all the way up from the sides of her legs to her arms. The effect was breath-taking.
She told me it was her intention to arrive with the cover-up on over her suits. Then, as the party went on, to remove her cover-up and show her sexy one-piece. If the party really went into the early morning hours, she would remove her one-piece, wearing only the slingshot thong bikini. She told me there was one other feature: when wet, the slingshot bikini became semi-sheer. Not completely nude, but sheer enough that up close you would be able to see her nipples and *****.
I put on my out-of-date surfer shorts and a t-shirt that read “I’m with Sexy” and escorted my beautiful wife, carrying a beach bag for her belongings, to the party. When we went out there was never any chance that I’d compete with my wife for attention. Besides, I’d much rather watch the reactions to her.
We drove to the party and Sharon let us in. She introduced us to some of the people there and got us drinks. I was never good with names, so I didn’t really catch most of them, but I did notice the appreciative looks Vicky got from several of the guys…even though she still had her cover-up on.
The party continued as strictly a cocktail party until about 10 PM. Then the first people went into the pool. Others followed, and a little after 10:30, Vicky took off her cover-up and jumped into the pool in her one-piece. I stayed out of the pool, talking to some of the guys and their wives and watching the effect Vicky was having on the guys in the pool. Several times Vicky came out of the pool, got a drink, and stood by me while we talked to some of the couples. Then she’d go back in the pool, laughing and splashing with the partiers who were in there. After a couple of water volleyball games, the pool competition became “War” (sometimes called “Chicken”), where the women sit on the guys’ shoulders and the girls pull, push, shove, and whatever else they can do to knock the girl off the guy and into the water. Before midnight, Vicky was playing, crawling on top of several different guys who seem to enjoy having her crotch wrapped around their neck. Vicky is pretty competitive, so she won quite a few of her battles.
At midnight, Sharon called everyone to poolside for the bikini contest. For fun, I entered the male contest, but with my out-of-style shorts, I was booed off the stage, with lots of laughter and teasing. While the men’s contest was going on the girls got ready for theirs.
Vicky went inside and disappeared for a few minutes. When she returned, she had her cover-up on. I was pretty sure she was hiding her slingshot bikini under it. They lined up all the woman who entered. There’s no question that some of the girls did their best to be as sexy as they dared with their husband or boyfriend present. As Sharon moved down the line, she finally got to Vicky. Vicky stepped forward, turned her back to the audience, and as she turned back around she threw her cover-up on a nearby lounge chair. She was wearing the slingshot thong bikini. Needless to say, there was a lot of hooting and hollering from the guys. No question about it…Vicky won the contest.
After standing with me for about a half hour having a few more drinks, one of the guys asked her to come back to the pool to be his partner in War. Vicky dove in and he followed. Pretty soon he dove under her legs and stood up with her legs wrapped around his neck. I couldn’t tell from where I stood, and I doubt he could either, since she was above him, but I knew that Vicky’s nipples and crotch should now be visible through the swimsuit. I watched Vicky win a couple of battles and then went inside to grab a midnight snack.
After a little nosh and saying goodbye to several couples who were leaving now that it was after midnight, I walked back outside to the pool. The poolside lights were now out and only the single underwater light at the deep end of the pool was still on. The crowd had thinned out and only a few people were still in the pool. There were no more War battles going on. Most of the swimmers had broken up into couples at various corners of the pool.
I moved away from the patio doors and into the shadows beside the house. As I looked in the pool, I saw Vicky standing against the opposite side of the pool, her arms wrapped around her War partner. They were kissing and rubbing against each other. As I watched, I saw him pull the bikini’s shoulder straps down over her arms. Because of the design of the suit, it easily slid down into the water, exposing her breasts. I was pretty sure the suit had fallen completely off her, but I couldn’t see that far into the water.
The guy was sucking Vicky’s breasts while his hands wandered over her body underwater. Soon he lifted her up out of the water and onto the side of the pool. There was no swimsuit. It must have been somewhere in the pool.
Vicky spread her legs as the guy put his face into her crotch. Vicky grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled his face into her *****, pulling his head up and down as he sucked up her sweet juices. After several minutes, he lifted his head and Vicky slid back into the pool. She went underwater for a moment and came up with his swim trunks in one hand and her suit in the other. She threw them up on the side of the pool and went back down again.
The guy turned around, putting his back against the side of the pool. I could see Vicky underwater with her face between his legs. While the view was distorted by the water, there was no question that she was sucking his ****.
She stayed down for a while, then came up for air. She kissed her partner and went back down again, working on his **** some more. Two more trips to the top for air and a kiss and I saw the guy tense up, grab Vicky’s head underwater, and hold her as he came in her mouth.
Vicky came up, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him for a while. Then she climbed out of the pool. He followed and they picked up their swimsuits. They walked naked around the side of the pool, going the opposite direction from where I was. I slid back into the shadows even farther as they came to the front of the pool. There Vicky sat down on one of the lounge chairs. He started to climb on top of her, but she pushed him down so his face was in her *****. She laid there naked, with light coming out the patio door, letting this guy eat her *****. Several people noticed, a few even walked by them to go into the house. In a few minutes Vicky was coming, over and over, as she forcefully rubbed this guy’s face into her clean-shaven ****.
Soon he climbed on top of her. I guess he caught her off-guard, because she tried to stop him, but it was too late. He slipped his **** into her as he slid up her body. They kissed as he humped her, moving together. This wasn’t the first time I watched Vicky **** another guy, but I always loved it. I was so hard, I had my hand in my trunks rubbing my ****. As Vicky became more and more animated, I soon had my **** out and in my hand. I didn’t give it much thought, but I assumed I was far enough into the shadows that no one could see me.
By now Vicky was groaning louder and louder as he banged her *****. Her legs were straight up in the air. Several people heard her and were now openly watching her **** this guy. One couple actually came up and sat on a lounge chair just two seats away and watched them ****.
Soon I could tell that the guy was ready to come. Vicky had already been coming almost constantly. And my **** was bouncing up and down and about ready to let go. Suddenly he tensed up and started coming inside Vicky. Vicky wrapped her legs around his ***, pulling him in tight against her. About the same time, my **** let go and I shot my *** across the patio and almost to the pool.
Vicky held the guy in her for a few minutes while they kissed. I put my now limp **** back in my trunks and got myself arranged. Then the guy stood up and Vicky followed. She handed him his trunk as she held her own bikini in her other hand. She said a few words to him, then gave him a big kiss. He put on his trunks and walked into the house.
Vicky carried her bikini in her hand and walked straight over to me. I guess I wasn’t as hidden as I thought I was. She put her arms around me and kissed me.
“So, did you like watching me?” she asked, smiling.
“You couldn’t tell?” I asked her.
She laughed. “Well, I saw you working your **** like a teenager watching his first **** movie.”
I laughed. “Yeah, well do you plan to do anything more about that?”
She looked at me and said, “Let’s go back to the motel. Then we can **** ‘till dawn.”
We walked into the house. Vicky was completely naked. She retrieved her beach bag with her one-piece in it from the corner of the living room. Several people looked at us, but everyone was so wasted, no one said anything. Sharon and Dave came up and thanked us for coming. I gave Sharon a small kiss on the cheek while Vicky stuck her tongue down Dave’s throat, letting him feel her naked body against his bare chest. Then we walked out to the car parked down the street and drove back to the motel. I deliberately parked halfway down the ***** of cars from our room, so Vicky would have to walk a fair distance naked.
She got out of the car and started walking towards the room, a big smile on her face. She knew why I parked that far away. There were 4 or 5 guys sitting on the second floor balcony, still drinking beer. They yelled at her when they spotted her. She waved at them. They hung over the balcony, trying to talk her into coming up with them. The stairs were next to our room at the corner of the motel. She took a couple of steps up the stairs. The guys went crazy. Then she just laughed and ran down the stairs and into the room I had just opened.
And, yes, we ****** ‘till dawn…and then some.