Pool Party, and Sasha

Sasha looks at her husband as she approaches, taking in his stare at the other woman and his hand stroking his cock. She stifles a sob and instead smiles, saying, "Hey honey. I'm sorry, but the man had some more requests." She knows he hears her, but he simply continues stoking and staring, holding himself on the edge. She looks at the two of them, leans down, and whispers what the man had told her to say.

Liam and the woman each stand up, and start to walk to the back. As Sasha sits down, she sees her husband look back and mouth I love you. She smiles and makes a heart sign at him with her hands, then turns forward and leans back into her chair. Eyes closed, she breathes deeply to stop herself from crying, and tries not to think about what her recent husband is currently doing. Her shoulders shake as she silently sobs for a moment, but eventually she settles down, sad but resolved. The plane carries on its path, shaking from light turbulence occasionally, and the stewardess walks the plane with her clothes strategically altered to be as revealing and sensual as possible.

Sasha and Liam approach their hotel. They stand a short distance apart and walk with their eyes downcast. The hotel looks ahead of them, and the scenery around it is quite beautiful. Though it could be considered by some to be a little too planned. Still, the horizon holds green and blue wonders for the happy eye.

Unfortunately, the two of them aren’t exactly happy. In order to make sure they would get to have their stay, they unwillingly adopt a happy countenance as they enter. After chatting briefly with the man at the front desk, they briskly walk to the elevator and then to their room.

Once inside, Sasha collapses on the bed and huffs, then puts her head in her hands. Her husband sits next to her on the bed, wanting desperately to touch and console her. Instead, he just sighs deeply and says, “I’m so sorry babe.”

“It’s not your fault,” she replies while standing up. “We can’t do anything.” Her voice breaks on that last line.

She starts to head to her bag while Liam says, “Look, we’ll get through this. I mean, he clearly has some crazy ability, but it might wear off. And even if it doesn’t, I’m sure we can figure something out. He’s just having fun and is bound to slip up eventually.”

“Hopefully he will before it’s too late,” she responds. “But yeah, thank you.” Sasha gives Liam a weak smile, then looks through her clothing.

Sitting up straighter, Liam asks, “What are you doing?”

She chokes back a sob as she replies, “The man said I have to put on my most I’ll-fitting swimsuit and go flirt with people for awhile. I’m so sorry.”

Liam’s face flushed with anger, then falls into concern and sadness. Tenderly, he responds, “Babe, it’s okay. You have to do it, but we’ll get through everything.”

“Yeah, I hope,” Sasha says quietly. She pulls out a blue one piece suit she only really used for her jacuzzi at home and occasional sex. In many ways it’s not as revealing as her bikini, but it’s much too small for her and in some ways it is. It’s tight enough that she has to struggle to get into it, and the main issue is that her boobs barely fit into it and as such are covered even less than they are in her skimpiest bikini. That also makes it ride up on her more, exposing the entirety of her thighs and most of her ass.

She gets naked and puts struggles to pull it on, pushing her boobs into it and stretching out the fabric. She blushes as she sees her husband glancing at her, but eventually she gets it into the most presentable position she can. She sighs, avoiding Liam’a eyes, and says, “I’m about to go. So I have to tell you this: the man said that while I’m gone you have to lay on the floor and masturbate while thinking about me. He said to see how many times you could cum.”

She taps her foot nervously for a second, then spins on her heel and struts out, unable to face her husband. He looks at her leaving, his mouth wordlessly moving. As soon as the door closes behind her he tears off his clothes and lays on the floor, images of her naked and in her suit springing to mind. His hand pumps frantically at his dick, which becomes hard almost immediately. He cums within a minute, his jizz spraying up into his chest and on the floor. He almost cries for a moment, but his hand starts expertly working his dick while his mind stays on sexy images of his wife.

Meanwhile, Sasha approaches the pool. She sees that somehow no one is there yet and breathes a sigh of relief. It’s a very large and well maintained five star pool with beach chairs and tables all around, as well as a nice jacuzzi. As instructed, she approaches a beach chair and lays in it, letting the sun pour on her sexy, revealed body. Her tits press against her and push out of the sides of her suit, but she lets it happen, thinking that it will help her tease whoever comes.

She sighs and tries to avoid thinking about Liam, let alone her situation. Minutes tick by as her stress grows. Her cheeks are reddening just from imagining her impending embarrassment and her heart is racing. With no one to tease, she feels like she need to be doing something. Suddenly, she realizes that the pool is in the middle of part of the hotel, and that if anyone looks out of their window to the courtyard they could easily see her, especially from the second to fifth floor or so.

Knowing she has to tease as many people as possible, she adjust her position. She’s still sprawled out on the chair and sunbathing, but she sensuously adjust her tits to be falling to the sides and towards her face, almost revealing them completely. She spreads her legs slightly, coming dangerously close to revealing her pussy given how much the suit rides up and how small it is, then starts to slightly shake back and forth. Not too much, but enough so that any onlooker could probably see her tits jiggling in their small confines and against each other on her upper chest.

The sun moves across the sky as she stays like this for well over an hour. Her skin starts to feels warm, but she puts sunscreen on as sensuously as possible every once in a while, twisting her body for anyone watching. Sometimes, she thinks she catches eyes peeping out of open windows and feels disgusted at herself and them. Still, a hold over command from the plane also makes that turn her on, so despite her revulsion and disgust she also frequently experiences intense bursts of arousal. Sometimes she even shakes in surprise from the momentary pleasure.

Imagining people watching turns her on as well. As such, over the course of the hour or two she lays there she grows increasingly aroused and disgusted with herself.

Eventually, she finds herself shaking harder, her toes twisting together and her hands clasping as she rubs her body against them while thinking about everyone looking at her and her husband fucking in the pool from their rooms. As she gets lost in her thoughts, she’s suddenly startled into the present as the gate loudly clangs open and shut.

She looks up and sees a young couple entering the pool. She adjusts her body to try to give them more of a view of herself as they walk to the opposite side of the pool. Sasha sees the girl wrinkle her nose while looking at her and shame washes over her. She does take in their appearances though. She notes that the girl is a thin beauty, her lithe body and small but nice looking chest barely covered by the thinnest and skimpiest red bikini she has ever seen. Her bubble butt pushed against her bikini bottoms nicely as she walked, and Sasha noticed the boyfriend stealing glances at it as they did. She also sees him steal some glances at her own tits and feels pity for the girl in conjunction with an intense burst of arousal. Her crotch grows visibly wet as a real person finally looked at her and her breathing rate increases.

The two lay down on chairs in the corner across from her, holding hands and relaxing. Without thinking Sasha stands up and approaches them. As she nears her heart pounds in her chest even as she pulls her suit down to reveal even more cleavage. She gets to them, giggles, and says, “Hey, I’m Sasha. What’re your names?” One hand falls to her hip as she hits it out to the side and the other twirls her hair.

“Um, I’m Gwen,” the girl responds uncomfortably.

The guy says, “And I’m Brent.”

His eyes linger on Sasha, causing her cunt to release even more juices. She cringes, afraid they’ll look down and see what she imagines is a visible wet spot. “Cool, nice to meet you,” she says brightly as she lays down on the flat chair next to Brent.

“Yeah, you too I guess,” Brent responds. Gwen looks crossly at Sasha, but they both seem to decide to just talk with her for a bit to see what happens.