-- CHAPTER 3: The Party --
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*MAY*
I grunted and gripped her tight ass harder, pulling her body against me despite the viscous resistance surrounding us. Her long, lithe legs were scissored behind me, holding her own weight while she thrashed in our lovemaking.
I grunted again and really began to pound her. Our movements were slow, but powerful and steady. I pushed our bodies forward until her backside was pressed up against the far wall. There was a glass partition there that made a distinct thumping sound each time her hips slammed into it. The glass reverberated far louder than any concrete wall would have done.
That sound, the water sloshing, and her ecstatic moans together filled the cavernous area and echoed around us until we were surrounded by an aria of lustful pleasure.
With metronomic precision, her ass banged into the glass. I'm sure her asscheeks were flattening just slightly for the viewing pleasure of anyone who happened to be on the other side of it. Not that I cared to find out. I was too busy reaching my orgasm.
All at once, she shrieked with a final call of, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum inside me! CUUUUUM!"
I did just that. My cock felt the internal spasms of her pussy going into overload, an uncoordinated assault of pressure and flowing honey vibrating against my sensitive skin while I slammed myself to the hilt inside of her and exploded. My dick spat out burst after burst after burst of creamy goodness where the sticky jism lodged itself against her inner walls.
She thrashed about uncontrollably, her hair flying into my face and her torso shaking so much she was splashing water everywhere. It was all I could do just to hold on and not lose my footgrip on the floor beneath me.
If someone were on the other side of that glass, they would undoubtedly see her asscheeks quivering against the transparent panel while my own hips quivered against hers.
In the end, the miniature tsunami settled down in the pool as the water calmed to an almost flat surface. Taylor lay her head on my shoulder and sagged against me, tightening her long legs around my waist. With the waterline coming up to our chests, natural buoyancy made her feel light as a feather, and I held her easily and tenderly while we both panted and gasped to catch our breaths.
For the umpteenth time I silently thanked Jeff Lee for designing this indoor pool area. Despite the unseasonably cold weather outside, I still got to play naked water nymph with my wife.
In the corner of my eye, I saw a disembodied head rise above the flat deck around the pool. The light face stood out in stark contrast against her jet black hair, perfectly framing her obviously Asian features. To the casual observer, the floating head might look a little strange. But I knew there was a hidden staircase recessed into the floor and the beautiful girl had only climbed high enough to see at us.
"Hi, Mia," I said. "You been down there the whole time?"
"Yes, the whole time," came the response in a clipped Hong Kong British accent. She rose just a little higher until her naked shoulders came into view, interrupted only by the thin string of a halter-top bikini around her neck. Her arms came up, elevating the plush bathrobe she wore as she hitched it up and onto her shoulders, wrapping the warm fabric around her body. She folded her forearms on the deck and rested her chin on them. "That looked like fun. Can I be next?"
Taylor giggled against my neck, tickling me just a bit. She said nothing but simply nuzzled her nose against my shoulder line, offering affectionate little pecking kisses along the way.
I turned back to the pretty Asian girl. With a sly grin, I tossed off a rather dirty comment in Cantonese, sending the girl into a tizzy of sexual excitement.
Taylor, who didn't understand the words but got the meaning, giggled again and then slowly dropped her legs to the pool bottom. She was quite a tall woman and stood just a few inches below me. She began to pull back her long bangs, her arm position thrusting her large, round tits into my face. Her head twisted as she glanced around side to side. And with a sensuality in her voice that I adored tremendously, she asked, "Now where did my bikini go?"
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A few minutes later, Taylor and I had toweled off and slipped into plushy bathrobes. We followed the stairs down to the Underground Bar, an intimate Zen alcove illuminated mostly by the giant aquarium-grade glass panel which ran the full length of the room, separating the pool water from our dry little hideaway. The lights outside and in the pool filtered through the water to provide a dramatic blue hue that cast over everything in the room. Muted recessed lighting in the corners chased away any real shadows, but it still took us a moment to adjust to the dimness.
A statuesque brunette was behind the bar, already mixing me up a vodka martini and a Cosmo for Taylor. She moved with a lithe grace, muscles flexing in her arms as she moved. Her bikini was brief to show off her sizeable store-bought breasts to maximum advantage. I have absolutely no problem with fake tits, and their unnatural firmness allowed for an unsupporting bikini top more effective at teasing me than preventing back pain.
"Thank you, Rebecca," I said warmly when she handed us our drinks. Taylor offered her thanks as well before the brunette settled back into one of the chaise lounges and slipped into her own plushy robe.
Taylor and I eased ourselves down onto a wide couch to relax with my gorgeous wife nestled under my left arm. This place, with its cool blue illumination, had rapidly become a popular place to unwind. Perhaps subconsciously, everyone who came down here found themselves speaking softer and more slowly, just barely above a whisper. I saw that both Mia and Rebecca had books on side tables next to their chaises with discreet reading lamps nearby.
I surmised that Taylor and I had interrupted their quiet time when we jumped into the pool. From here, the girls must have had a clear view of the entire episode from playful splashing to stripping of swimwear to the fucking right against the glass. Searching across the viewing panel for a moment, I swore you could still see the imprint of Taylor's asscheeks on the transparent surface. I can only imagine how things must have looked a few minutes earlier.