April

The softly feminine voice halted me in mid-stroke. I embarrassedly glanced to the source. It was the lovely April Raines, with a big smile on her face.

I watched as she eased her lovely derriere onto the wooden barstool to my left, blocking my view of the TV.

Not that I minded. The teen who brought me my morning paper was easier on the eyes than any baseball player. She had taken off the voluminous white tee shirt I had spied her in earlier and her youthful attributes were barely covered by a two-piece red lycra swimsuit with 'GUARD' stencilled in a white swirl below the cleavage of her expansive chest.

She picked her translucent pink tumbler off the bar ledging before us and sipped what appeared to be cola through a straw.

"Don't stop on my account," she stated, swinging around to face the action in the jacuzzi. "It is a hot scene."

We both turned our attention back to the frothy hot tub water. I couldn't help but drop my hand to the crotch of my walking shorts as I watched my wife's perky little titties now being devoured by both Bonita and Martha. Her small white bra top had been pulled askew and each woman was attacking the exposed pale flesh with their teeth and lips.

Despite the presence of my cute little papergirl, I jacked my hardened cock through the thin, lightweight material as I saw my wife buck her body. Young Ben must be doing a number on her pussy below the water's surface as well!

"Am I to understand the lucky beneficiary of all that attention is your wife?" April asked me, never taking her eyes off the scene mere feet before us.

I struggled for words.

"Urrghh..ahh..yess," I managed. I could tell by the strained look on my wife's face that she was heading for a tremendous come.

"I could tell by your reception the other morning that you weren't the 'uptight' type."

I noticed a crooked grin coming to her face as she continued to watch with me.

"I'm glad to see your wife isn't either," she continued. For the first time since she sat down, she turned to face me.

"Don't be afraid to whip that baby out with me here, Steve. I can see how much your wife being ravaged by strangers is turning you on. And it's not like I haven't seen it before!" she giggled girlishly, bringing a hand to her mouth as she tittered.

That was true. At our first meeting, the fella stood up and saluted our news carrier from beneath the folds of my bathrobe. What a greeting!

I gave the pretty, sun-kissed brunette a double-take. Then I used both hands to unzip my summer shorts.

There was a noisy 'SPLOOSH!' from the center of the jacuzzi and we both turned back to the sunken tub to see Ben's head emerge, the nineteen-year-old gasping for air, water pouring off his head. He had been down an amazingly long time. I saw the long arm of his mother reach forward and her forceful hand dunk him back under, though.

"Finish dear Lisa off, boy!" she admonished before she did so.

As we waited for the former high school diver to reposition himself to take my spouse to climax, April offered, "Y'know, Steve, I've got pretty good lungs myself!"

"You're telling me!" I laughed back, despite my painful state of arousal, my eyes pointedly taking in the melon-sized jugs barely held in by the racer suit's harness.

"That's NOT what I meant!" she playfully scowled at me, slapping my upper arm. Regaining her composure, she resumed her original reply. "What I mean is.. the tee shirt and suit aren't just something I picked up at the beach! I'm a certified lifeguard..just came from a shift at the nearby waterpark, as a matter of fact!"

"Well, if things get too wild in the three feet of jacuzzi water, I'm sure they'll call you in!" I chuckled, though my cock got even harder at the thought of her in public in that suit, perched high, swinging her whistle..

A cold dose of reality interrupted my reverie. The peeved teen had dumped her cold drink over my cock.

"April!" I croaked. "What the..?"

"Oh, dear, Stevie! Let me clean that up for you!" said the stacked brunette with mock seriousness. She hopped off the stool and got to her knees before me, immediately grasping the root of my cockstalk.

The momentary shock of the effervescent beverage had done nothing to relieve the swelling of my fleshy tool. And the idea of what April had planned..well... but still, I felt a little guilty at what I was about to engage in.

I looked around. Most of the gents were still engrossed in the ballgame on the tube at the other end of the large backyard deck. The 'bar' and it's partition hid April from the view of those assembled near the jacuzzi. I sighed and watched as April fisted my sticky cockstalk and shucked the soft skin over the hard core of my erection. I continued to watch, disbelief written on my face, as April circled her full lips around the head as she had done moments earlier with her drink's straw. Further and further down the stalk her lips rubbed, her tongue caressing each ridge and vein as she went.

I took my eyes off her and tried to focus on the re-animated scene before me. My wife had once again been brought to the edge of orgasm, the women in the jacuzzi now circled around the tub, watching. Still the image of sweet April with her mouth stuffed with cock was there. I couldn't last much longer. Between April's leeching mouth and the orgiastic scene in the tub before me, I was about to explode.

Suddenly my view was blocked..