Pool party gone wrong

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Folks! This is a slow burner!

PS: I did categorize the story under "Erotic Couplings" because there are too many different ingredients coming up...

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Nobody understood why her husband had cheated on her. Or at least, none of her friends dared to speak out the truth. Charlotte was a very sexy brunette of 39 years old, about 5.7 ft tall (1.70 m), with gorgeous brown eyes and shoulder-long straight brown hair. She had married him young at the age of 20, and in the first year of being married, her daughter was born.

After giving birth, she had worked hard to get her sexy shape back, and she could proudly say that, after a year working that body, she turned male heads again. She was able to recover her slender, hourglass figure again, and as she couldn’t “fix” her sagging breasts with sports, she had a minor cosmetic procedure to get them proud and perky again. She had insisted on giving her baby breast milk, and she was never sorry for her decision, but after feeding that little hungry mouth for a little over twelve months with her thick, creamy milk from her titties, they had lost their vitality, and for her 22nd birthday, she had them done in a trustworthy clinic in LA. She bought herself two beautiful 70 D (32C).

Her young daughter encouraged her single mom all the way and was proud of her. A woman should always steer her own route in life and make her own decisions. The healing process took a little over three months, her implants finding their final natural position, but after the first month she was already pain-free. As soon as the doctor gave her the final discharge, the first thing she did was to book half an hour at a tanning salon, purchasing a very low UV session. She kept doing this for four weeks in a row, and after one month she had a perfect base tan. She did cheat, though. She kept her bikini on at all times because she wanted to have those white tan lines so she could tell friends she got that tan from lying around her pool.

Yes, her pool. Her house. Her money. Her ex had been so stupid to use his private cell phone for his affair, instead of having a second, secret phone, hidden at work. Charlotte noticed that every time he received a WhatsApp, he went into the garage “to fetch something.” He was such an amateur, she thought. Especially as he came back several times from the garage empty-handed.

None of her friends had talked about the topic with her, but one evening, as they were at a friend’s party and her husband was busy talking to his male friends, she was introduced to a psychologist, and bluntly asked him why men cheat. She added to her question Bill Clinton and his trainee.

“I mean, she was not the cutest in town; why did he risk it all? And what did she see in him?”

“Oh, that's quite easy to answer. Clinton radiated pure power being the president of the United States. Nothing else. No good looks, no good body, married, etc.”

“And what about him falling for her?”

“Whatever he said to the press about his anxieties, that was all a lie. The true trigger is that he could and he did. For two entire years. It was merely the feeling of power he enjoyed to dominate a young, naïve woman, and that is what made him do it.”

“Thanks.” And Charlotte went to get some air, to think about it.

Still, it was only a suspicion, and she wasn’t 100% sure. She googled how to unlock a phone, but with Face ID, it was nearly impossible. There was only one way, and she needed her daughter to help her find some kind of computer nerd for that. She told her daughter Alexis that she wanted some private computer courses and was also interested in 3D printing. Alexis was a bit surprised, but she knew a couple of guys who could help her. Alexis set her up with one true geek, and Charlotte almost felt sorry for the way he looked. She explained to him she wanted a highly precise, custom-molded, and structurally accurate 3D-printed mask of her husband's face so she could scare him at Halloween. He swallowed it with a bit of disbelief, but the money was good, so he didn’t ask any more questions.

Getting the scan of her husband's face was easy; she bought a small portable UV tanning lamp and convinced him to use it. As he fell asleep one day under the lamp, she quickly scanned his face with the portable 3D scanner. It took the geek two weeks to deliver two masks, and she told him she would call him this week if she needed better ones or not. The next Monday, as her husband was taking his usual shower before heading to his office, she quickly put a mask on and tried to unlock his phone. Nothing. It didn’t work. She was about to get the other mask as she heard him turn off the tap, so she had to wait another day.

On Tuesday, she tried the other mask, and BINGO! The phone unlocked! She quickly opened WhatsApp and saw only one old message he probably had forgotten to delete. There were no other messages. But the one he forgot was enough for her. He had probably kept it because of his ego, because it read, “Your big cock was amazing yesterday; I need you to fuck me again ASAP!” The text had some eggplant emojis and peaches, and the sender's name was Alice. Charlotte took a screenshot and sent it to her own email address, carefully deleting the email in the sent items plus the email bin and deleting the screenshot by emptying the bin on his phone. She locked the phone and hid the mask.

The rest was history; her lawyer butchered him. She got the house and one third of his assets. She never had to work anymore, and she could now spend her entire time at the pool in the garden. Her garden. As soon as he was gone, she hired an interior architect to complete the exchange of the past with her new life. "Everything out" was the motto.

Now that Charlotte had taken care of herself, she needed to do something for her young daughter. Her birthday was coming up, so she asked her one evening if she would like to have a pool party with her friends.

Alexis loved the idea and was quickly naming all the friends she wanted to invite.

“The more, the merrier," Charlotte replied. “And I tell you what, if you keep your mouth shut, you can have **** too.”

Alexis’s face lit up, and she was wildly nodding her approval. She could even invite college guys, was the first thing she thought. She would be the coolest girl in high school! She knew a couple of guys who were on the track team, and her BFF could reach out to them. The next thing she wondered was if she should buy a new bikini; her breasts had grown a lot, and her cup size was now 75D (34D). The last time she wore the bikini top, she could see her breasts almost spilling out. Same for her butt. If she put on her bikini bottom, it would always end up sliding into her crack, and it looked as if she were wearing a string. Having those big tits on a small, slender 5.5 ft frame (1.65 m) caused enough chaos at school. Just like all the other girls, she only wore tanktops as soon as the weather permitted it, and her low-waist, cut-off shorts showed a bit of her under-butt. Normally the teachers would make it a problem, but since all the girls were dressed like that, they simply ignored it.

The boys didn’t ignore it. Not at all. They always sat at the one bench near the school entrance loving that little parade of sluts. Sometimes even college guys sat down there on their breaks, since the university was 5 min. away on foot.

Alexis’s loved all that male attention but never did anything with it. She didn’t know what to do and was a bit scared too of what might happen. Typical for a virgin, her BFF would say. “So are you!” Alexis shouted, and they both laughed.

“With who would you sleep?” Alexis asked her BFF Camila.

The girls had one of their usual sleepover nights at Alexis's, and they were both in pajamas. They both preferred doing their sleep-overs at Alexis’s place, since her mom never came to check on them. Camila's mom was very annoying, dropping by every hour, as if they were having an orgy. A bit difficult, isn’t it, when you have only two girls in a room?

The main topic was, as always, boys.

“I don’t know, what about Tom?”

“The track guy?”

“Yes.”

“What about you?” Camila asked.

“Maybe Noah?”

“Oh yes, he looks ripped.” Camila replied, “I saw his stomach abs once, a true six-pack.”

“I thought I was your six-pack.” Alexis whispered, lifting her pajama top, exposing her flat teenage stomach. “Don’t you like me anymore?” She pouted. “Do I need to lift my top some more to convince you again?”

Camila smiled and extended her arm, softly caressing Alexis’s soft stomach. It was simply perfect, as if it were made for movies. She felt with her exploring hand her beautiful stomach rise up and down with each breath Alexis took and slowly unbuttoned the first button of the pajama shirt. She had done this many times, but it was still as arousing as the very first time. She undid the other buttons one by one, and as she undid the last one, suddenly revealing the opening in the front, the two sides of her pajama top hung loosely down from the shoulders, displaying Alexis’s young, firm breasts. Her pink nipples were already fully erect, betraying her arousal for what was to come.

Her hand moved upwards, gently cupping one breast, weighting it, and kneading it as if she were discovering it. The moment she rolled the pink nipple in between her fingers, Alexis sighed, and her first instinctive reaction was to kiss her, but Camila blocked her desire and pushed her back onto the bed again. Camila crawled half on top of her, not letting the jutting nipple go as her other hand slid inside Alexis’s pajama pants, quickly finding the teen's moist slit. Her experienced finger knew exactly where her clit was, and before even touching her labia, it went straight to it, the first touch sending a little electric bolt through Alexis’s pussy.

“Oh!” She moaned, spreading her legs, forgetting she still had her pajama pants on. She moaned again as Camila started rubbing her aroused little clit at a slow but continuous pace. Camila knew exactly how to **** that young virgin slit and kept fingering her. She had touched Alexis’s hymen many times with her fingers, but she didn’t want to tear it. That was a cock's job. One day, a large cock would penetrate this willing, virgin pussy and hurt her deep until she would orgasm on that big shaft. After that, her pussy would never be the same. But for now, it was hers.

Camila sped up the rubbing of the swollen teen clit, carefully not lowering a finger inside her slit, keeping the little thin, elastic hymen tissue intact. She felt Alexis’s pelvis writhe under her merciless fingers, and her breathing became shallow, a drop of sweat on her forehead announcing her orgasm. As Camila felt her stiffen up, she quickly leaned in and sucked very hard on one of Alexis’s stiff nipples, sending her over the edge. Camila's fingers got flooded with pussy juices as her best friend came hard on her hand. She stopped rubbing her and kept her hand there, enjoying the feeling of her hand being wet with her most intimate nectar.

As Alexis’s orgasm faded away, Camila licked her sticky hand clean, enjoying the taste of that sweet, watered-down syrup. Without saying a word, she pulled Alexis’s pajama pants over her full hips, Alexis willingly helping her by wiggling her butt. As soon as the pants were gone, Camila crawled in between her legs, and Alexis quickly spread them wide, her soppy teen cunt wide open for Camila's hungry mouth. Camila took great care, first kissing Alexis’s thighs, carefully lapping up any drops of orgasm honey she could find. Slowly, her mouth got closer to the awaiting pussy, and she could smell the sweet scent of Alexis’s lubrication. We need to feed her cock real soon, she thought; this pussy needs to be plowed hard and deep.

As she looked at the tight, young slit, she could see the shiny remains of Alexis’s cumming and slowly dabbed at the wet spots. Alexis moaned loudly, her pussy oversensitive. Camila took her time, carefully licking the labia up and down, sometimes dabbing with the tip of her tongue the aroused clit, and then lapping through the open slit again. Alexis's hands pulled her deeper against her wanton slit by the back of her head, her legs clamping down hard on her, not letting her go. Her second orgasm hit her, and she let out a deep breath as her body shuddered from the sexual ecstasy, quickly spilling her juices on Camila's sucking mouth. As her orgasm slowly dwindled, Camila kept licking Alexis’s love hole until she was edging again.

“Your turn.” She teased and abruptly stopped pleasing that young, soppy pussy of Alexis.

To be continued.