They're already around back

When we arrived at the Fishers’ house Liz rang the bell, but there was no answer. After a minute or two I knocked, but we still got no response.

“They’re probably already in the tub,” I suggested to my wife. “Let’s just go around back.”

Liz shrugged at me, then started walking around the path that led around our friends’ house towards their back yard.

We did indeed find Jeremy and Becca already soaking in their Jacuzzi, and they called out happily when they saw us arrive. Becca merely smiled and waved while holding a margarita in her other hand, but Jeremy set his own drink down on the deck beside the tub and and climbed out to come greet us. I noticed immediately as My friend walked over to meet us that his dick was bouncing around between his legs rather stiffly: he didn’t have a full hard-on, but it was about halfway there.

“I’m so glad you two could make it!” he said as he approached us. Jeremy smiled and shook my hand, giving me a friendly clap on the shoulder, then turned to my wife. “I’d give you a hug,” he told Liz, “but I’m all wet.”

“Oh, don’t let the stop you,” she waved off his concern for her sarong. “Or here … it’s easy enough to just drop this,” she said, and suited action to words by tugging the sarong’s knot free to let it fall away from her, leaving her standing there on the deck naked.

Jeremy gave a hearty belly laugh and compliantly hugged Liz. I saw her put one hand on his semi-stiff dick and give it a few slow, fond strokes. “Mmm, I can’t wait to get this big, bad boy inside me!” she flirted with a giggle.

I twisted my lips wryly. Days of the cold shoulder for me, but now she couldn’t wait to get fucked? Figures.

Jeremy laughed again. “Well, I sure won’t put up a fight,” he said. “Been ready to bust a nut all night, but Becca’s been putting me off, telling me we should wait for you two before we started the fun.”

“Speaking of…” Becca called from the hot tub, “you three get in here already! Come on!”

We all laughed and obediently strolled over to climb down into the sunken Jacuzzi with Becca.

Liz wasted no time at all in sitting right in Jeremy’s lap, although from the motions of her hands between her legs I could tell that he wasn’t inside her yet: she was still working on getting him fully hard.

For that matter, Becca didn’t seem to want to waste much time, either: as soon as I had settled down into the warm, bubbling water of the hot tub, she slid over and pressed herself up against my side. “Hey there, Dan,” she said, then capped off her greeting by offering me a nice, soft kiss right on the mouth. “It’s been too long!” And without any more preamble, I felt Becca’s hand slide over my thigh under the water and begin to caress my own cock.

Surprised at her eagerness—but pleasantly so—I grinned and put a hand on Becca’s full, firm ass under the water and began to caress it while I returned the gorgeous woman’s kiss. Becca was probably the prettiest woman I knew (though I was careful not to let Liz know I thought so, of course). I’d always considered Jeremy a very lucky man for that very reason.

Although her husband Jeremy had the darkest skin of any black man I’d ever met, Becca was mixed-race: her mom was black but her dad was the whitest Irish guy I’d ever met, and Becca’s complexion was a simply gorgeous caramel color. She had long, tightly curled brown hair, green eyes, and full lips, and was beautiful enough to have been a successful supermodel—though her sharp mind had allowed her to become an even more successful lawyer. Becca also had what I considered the perfect body: big, heavy tits, a firm belly and a small waist, and big, curvy hips with a lusciously plump ass.

Becca’s best feature, however—at least in my opinion—was her pussy. Somehow Becca always seemed to be wet. Every single time I’d been lucky enough to get the chance to stick my dick into my best friend’s wife, it had slid right in, like a hot knife into warm butter. With my own wife Liz—as with most women—there had to be at least some foreplay first, unless she’d been playing around by herself, before she could take my large member. But not with Becca: somehow, almost magically, she was always wet enough for me to slip right in, yet tight enough to feel amazing once I was inside.

After a minute with her eager hand at work in my lap, I was ready to put her magical pussy to the test once again. I reached over with my free hand and used both to pull Becca into my lap. She understood what I was after right away, and settled herself into position in the warm, bubbling water immediately. And just as I’d hoped, when she pulled my stiff dick into position against her pussy, she was able to sit right down onto my full length, sinking all ten inches right into her slippery pussy with hardly a twinge of resistance.

“Gawd, fuck me with that big, black dick, Jer!” Liz suddenly cried out.

I glanced up and noticed that my wife was in my buddy’s lap, much the same as Becca and I, except that while Becca was facing me, Liz was facing away from Jeremy, reverse-cowgirl style.

Jeremy laughed. “Quit stereotyping, hon,” he joked with Liz, while reaching around to grope at her big boobs as they splashed in and out of the water. “Your hubby’s dick is a good two inches bigger than mine.”

“Don’t I know it,” Becca sighed theatrically, then gave a loud, ostentatious moan as she bounced in my lap, which drew laughs from her husband and I.

Despite the levity of the situation, I was becoming preoccupied by some rather troubling thoughts. Liz had been more than a little standoffish lately, and had been practically disinterested in sex. But now here she was, acting like a college kid in heat with Jeremy. Was she trying to make me jealous? Did she have a thing for him?

My dark thoughts were pleasantly interrupted by Becca, who took my face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine before slipping her tongue into my mouth to give me one of the most passionate kisses I’d ever shared. I was so startled by its intensity that all thoughts of Liz flew out of my mind. My left hand re-established a firmer grip on Becca’s plump ass as it bounced and swiveled around in my lap, while my right wandered up and began to knead the heavy flesh of her own left breast, toying lightly with its small, hard, dark tip.

It had been quite a while since I’d fucked anyone with that much passion, and it wasn’t more than five minutes or so before I was groaning with pleasure. My own climax wasn’t far off when Becca began to moan urgently into my mouth, her lips still pressed against my own when her body shivered against mine as she came.

“Don’t cum in the water if you can help it, hey, buddy?” I heard Jeremy ask, my friend obviously realizing from my body language that I was getting close.

Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I recalled how much I’d wanted to keep my own new pool relatively clean earlier that day, so I politely obliged him and dislodged Becca from my lap in order to stand up.

Becca eagerly grabbed my dick and began to jerk it off while holding the tip with her lips, eager to get a mouthful of my cum. I soon gave out a long, low groan and supplied her with the treat she desired, filling her mouth with my spunk.