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  A Zany Ribald Short Story

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  La Marchesa

  Bathing Suits Optional

  Copyright © 2010 La Marchesa

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  My wife Lisa, is a little more adventurous than I‘m, but I’m learning.

  Chapter One

  “Hey Baby, I’m home,” I yelled when I walked into the kitchen from the garage.

  “Oh good,” Lisa yelled back, “We’re going to a party at Jamie and Jack Hanson’s and you need to hurry or we'll be late.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m in the bathroom putting on my finishing touches.”

  I wove my way through the rooms toward the master bedroom. “Do we know the Hansons?”

  “No, but we’re meeting Nicole and Robert there.”

  “How come you didn’t say anything before about a party?”

  I walked in to the bathroom where Lisa leaned over the vanity applying mascara around her beautiful steel blue eyes. She glanced at my reflection and smiled. “Hi, I didn't mention it before because I just found out about it.”

  “I thought you said you’re finishing up?”

  “I am.” After fluffing her reddish brown hair, she swung around. Leaning back against granite top, the cushions of her palms also resting there, she faced me. “Don’t I look nice?”

  My eyes scanned down her fantastic 35-24-35 form on a svelte, five eight one hundred twenty pound frame and back up to the mischievous smile on her face. “Gorgeous, you should be a model, but you’re practically naked.”

  Her blue eyes sparkled with a naughty twinkle, her lips pursing coquettishly. “You always say that. I am a model and I’m not practically naked. I’m wearing my polka dot bathing suit.”

  “If you want to call it that. Color me stupid, but I don’t get it. We’re going to a party and you’re wearing a skimpy bikini?”

  She giggled, then pointed at a translucent garment lying atop my vanity. “I’ll be wearing this too.” She picked it up and slipped her arms through the sleeves. “There. Is that better?” Before I could answer she pointed at me and continued. “You need to put your bathing suit on too. Hurry, or we’ll be beyond fashionably late.”

  My confusion multiplied by the second. “We’re going to a party in bathing suits? What kind of party is this?”

  “A fun one I hope.” She strutted up and wrapped her arms around me. I felt a stirring in my groin. It’s a rock and roll oldies and pool party. Now, go and change.”

  “Wait a minute. I know we live in a mild climate, but it’s still cold out there.”

  She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and kissed it. “Don’t be such a worry wart.”

  I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted to carry her in the bedroom, take what few clothes she had on, off and…

  “Their pool is indoors and heated.”

  “What about food? I haven’t eaten since lunch?”

  “They’ll have food and drinks there.” She pulled away and turned me toward the bedroom, “It’ll be a lot of fun so let’s get going.”

  The Hanson residence consisted of a Georgian style mansion on a large wooded lot in an exclusive part of town. We pulled up to the front, slightly embarrassed in our four year old Toyota Camry. The attendant directed us around to the right side. “Folks please pull around to the side. The entrance to the party is through the conservatory. An attendant will park your car.

  Lisa wearing only a cover up over her bathing suit, and I, a Hugh Hefner style, satin smoking jacket, we made a dash to the conservatory through the cool early spring air. An attractive woman, dressed as a domestic, greeted us and offered to take our wraps. After handing her our wraps, she asked, “And will you be leaving your bathing suits with us?”

  My jaw dropped in shock. Lisa turned a little red, but avoided eye contact. I looked back toward the woman. “Excu-use me?”

  “Your bathing suits. Bathing suits are optional at these parties.” She winked at me. “After all, they only get in the way.” She chuckled sardonically.

  “No, thank you. We’ll be keeping our dignity on,” I insisted.

  My hand wrapped around Lisa’s thin arm as we walked into a beautiful setting of trees, plants, flowers and exotic vegetation. Ambient lighting was supplied only by thousands of tiny lights wrapped around tree trunks and trellises along with several colored floods shinning upward on the more exotic foliage. In the distance I heard the old classic rock song ‘Louie Louie’ playing.

  I whispered in Lisa’s ear, “Did you know about this ‘bathing suits optional’ rule?” as we approached two couples, one sans their bathing suits, who conversed animatedly.

  She still avoided looking at me. Maybe it was because there was so much else to look at unfolding before our eyes the further we advanced into the conservatory. We stared at a naked couple off the pathway as we slowly passed them. He appeared to be in ecstasy, leaning against a huge boulder while she, stooped on bended knees stroked and sucked upon his happy appendage. I couldn’t help it. I started to get hard. I suddenly imagined I was that lucky fellow. I wondered if he knew her or if she was just a partygoer.

  Lisa finally quipped, “Nicole mentioned that bathing suits were optional, but I never imagined…”

  As we moved along, the music, currently ‘The Midnight Hour,’ grew louder. The pathway swung to the right and as we turned the corner we saw two things. Through a large open doorway and a thick haze of fog-like mist, some of which escaped through doorway, was the Olympic sized pool with at least a two dozen visible, mostly naked, frolicking occupants. To our right was a beautiful lady lying on a park-like bench. Her long blonde hair swept over and down the armrest. She was slender and naked, one long shapely leg draped over the backrest, while the other rested on the ground. Her eyes were closed and sounds of pure pleasure seeped from her lovely, full lips. A tattoo of a tiny butterfly adorned the cleavage of her left breast and nipple rings pierced each long, hard, pink nipple.

  I suddenly had an urge to suck on a nipple ring. Past her lovely breasts in the center of her provocatively rounded abdomen, a pearl teardrop pendant dangled from her navel. My gaze followed her feminine arms, which ran toward her hairless mons, where her hands held a hairy object—A man’s head—which partially hid another tattoo. We paused and gaped at the salaciously involved couple, intrigued. My dick now stood at attention and from her body language, I could tell Lisa’s was too. Well, you know what I mean.

  She turned toward me and whispered in my ear, “That’s Mona.” All of a sudden I felt a hand touch my blood-filled cock. “Ooh, you’re hard, I’m worked up too. Anyway, Mona’s in our agency. Sometimes we work the same shows. Nicole and I have gone to lunch with her. She’s nice.”

  “I’ll say.” I thoughtlessly blurted out.

  Mona opened her eyes. She looked me up and down with apparent approval. When her eyes shifted to my wife, recognition set in. Her hands left her diner’s head and she rose on her elbows. “My God, Lisa, I never… What are you doing here? Is this your husband?”

  By now Mona’s dining companion had stopped and turned to look at us. Actually, he was looking more at Lisa as if she was a tasty lamb chop.

  “Yes, this is Steve. Nicole invited us. Where is she?”

  Her orbs glanced up and down my frame. “He’s ni-ice. Oh, Nicole’s around. Pleased to meet you Steve.

  “Lisa, this is Armando. He’s one of the seven wonders of the sexual world. Show her Armando.”

  Armando was one of those Hispanics that was so handsome, it should be illegal. His tanned frame rose and flashed Lisa a blinding smile from the whitest teeth I’d ever seen. He was buck nake
d, swarthy and well built in a lifeguard sort of way. I noticed Lisa was transfixed on this beautiful creature, especially upon the light brown shaft that aimed skyward from the apex of his legs. It was large, but not too large and thick, but not too thick. In fact he appeared to be the almost as big as me.

  “Show them your magic massager, baby,” Mona urged.

  Armando stuck his tongue out.

  I didn’t realize how unusual it was until he moved up and touched halfway up his nose. Then he dropped it and touched the bottom of his chin.

  “You really ought to let Armando eat your pussy. It is an extraordinary experience. He’s a great lay too and if it’s alright with you, your fantastic looking husband could take over where Armando leaves off.”

  She looked straight at me and ran her tongue along her top lip. Then her lips puckered and threw me a kiss. “Afterwards you could let that bulge in your bathing suit out of its prison and shove it up my hot, wet pussy.” She winked.

  God, she’s sexy.

  “Would you like that Steve?”

  I was practically creamin’ in my pants, I wanted to so bad. I started to say. Would I, but then I remembered, While I eat and fuck Mona, beautiful Armando will be doing the same thing to my wife.

  Now, I’m no prude, but since I started going with Lisa four years ago, I haven’t been with another woman and to my knowledge Lisa hasn’t had any other men. It’s not because I don’t get tempted, I do, so I avoid compromising situations. However, I can’t imagine being in a more provocative situation than beautiful, sexy, naked Mona suggesting I eat her smooth snatch and then fuck her, at a virtual orgy where a good portion of the partygoers were doing just that. Will power will only get you so far.

  I couldn’t stand it. I wanted those long, slender legs wrapped around my head as I wantonly lapped up her juices and sucked her bulging clit. “God yes. I would love to eat you and fuck you…”An urgent vision of Lisa, legs wrapped around Armando’s head and moving spasmodically in orgasmic ecstasy flashed before me. Then without saying a word, he stands and moves his cock to her pussy, where she guides it as he shoves it in again and again and again. “But we have to be going. Another time maybe.”

  I put my arm around Lisa and made a forced hundred-eighty degree pivot.

  Lisa’s brow dipped low. “What…are you doing?”

  I smiled like an idiot. “Like I told your friend, we’re leaving,”

  I could tell Lisa was irritated when her nostrils flared. “But why? We just got here. We never even joined the party. I never even got my suit wet.”

  Or off.

  “We never even danced.”

  “Frankly, I’m having evil thoughts. There’s way too much temptation here. The only dancing on my mind is the horizontal bop.”

  “I’m having evil thoughts too, but we could stay, find an empty bedroom and make love with each other.”

  “Too dangerous. I’m growing horns on my horns. We can make love at home, too and not be distracted by what’s going on here. We’ll head home and make love.”

  She stopped and refused to move. “Distracted? Who’re you kidding? You say you’re going to be making love to me, but I’ll just be your surrogate Mona. In your mind you’ll be fucking Mona and truthfully, I’ll be fucking Armando. What’s more, I’ll probably continue to do so until I fuck him for real and you’ll be doing the same with Mona. Besides, I want the excitement of fucking someone—you or Armando or somebody else—among all this hedonistic energy.”

  She was right. I was going to slip it in Lisa’s warm, wet pussy and fuck Mona’s sandals off. I wanted Mona and she was there for the taking. Apparently with Lisa’s consent. All I had to do was give my blessing for Armando to bang the shit out of my wife. Never in my life have I ever thought I would be considering something like this. Mona is so fucking hot! “How about if I let Armando go down on you, warm you up a bit and then I take over.”

  “What’s the matter with you? That would be worse than if we went home and fantasized about them. To let him warm me up—not that I need it right now—and then take him away before he finishes would be a huge let down, even though you’re a wonderful lover.”

  I held my hands up crossing them and forming a ‘T’ in the universal sports signal. “Time Out. I need a drink. Let’s slip by Mona and tongue…I mean Armando and find the bar.”

  Chapter Two

  I got the feeling I said exactly what she wanted when her gorgeous blue eyes narrowed and the corners of her beautiful lips curled away from the floor. “Let’s go.” She took my hand, turned and dragged me back up the path from which we’d just come.

  We didn’t have to sneak past Mona, because she was now preoccupied. Armando was schtuping Mona. Her beautiful head and breasts bounced up and down as Armando bashed her snatch, holding her by the thighs, her back resting against a light standard. That could be me. Her arms circled around his neck and feet wrapped around him, her ankles crossing just above his tight dimpled tush. The loud grunts and groans emitting from the pair stimulated and aroused my already sky-high libido.

  We paused a minute to watch and my cock hardened. It got so stiff my wife pointed to it. The head was sticking about two inches past the band of my suit. I lifted the top upward and shifted my woody sideways, but the outline was unmistakable.

  Before both of us got any wild ideas, I grasped Lisa’s hand tightly and dragged her away. We continued toward the hazy doorway to the pool, and stepped through the doorway into a mist filled den of debauchery, where hardly a prick or cunt wasn’t occupied in some fashion. Though it was difficult to see through the ubiquitous fog more than thirty feet in any direction, I suspected, an orgy the likes of which would make Caligula envious was taking place.

  I didn’t know where to look. Fucking and sucking were taking place all over the place. I didn’t know where to step as writhing bodies lay everywhere. We came to squirming mass of beautiful flesh that had formed itself into a circle from the wall to the pool—a daisy chain. Since we couldn’t walk around, I helped my wife step over the chest of a man whose face was buried in one woman’s snatch while another woman energetically dined on him and into the circle.

  Standing in the center of the libidinous encirclement, I surveyed what was visible of the room. As I’d assumed, the mist originated from the large heated pool. Though the fog was even denser above the water, our close proximity allowed me to see some twenty feet into the pool. Couples who were obviously engaged in some form of coupling dotted the aqua blue water.

  No one wore a bathing suit. I looked and looked and everyone as far as I could see was naked, including…my wife! My jaw dropped again. I raised my hands to cover her breasts, “What did you do with your suit,” I screeched.

  Her nostrils flared again she pursed her beautiful lips. “I’m not going to be the only oddball wearing a suit.”

  Her mons was still uncovered so I moved a hand there.

  She laughed.

  Realizing I was short a hand, I pulled her in close and looked both ways to see if anyone looked our way. Thank God, they didn’t.

  To say I was getting exited was an understatement. “I’m wearing a suit!” I shrieked, “Am I an oddball?”

  * * * *

  Steve turned out to be even more resistant than I’d imagined. Not surprising, the bawdy, carnal activities taking place in every nook and cranny of the pool area were a sight to unnerve any uninitiated person.

  I was uninitiated too, but Nicole had told me exactly what to expect. The Hansons who are fabulously wealthy had been having these orgies monthly for over two years. She and Robert were reticent at first, too.

  “The first time Robert and I came we didn’t even take off our bathing suits. In shock, we just watched. We only stayed an hour, but by the time we left we were both so worked up, Robert fucked me on the hood of somebody’s Mercedes Benz in the parking lot,. That was last June.

  “The next party was the Fourth of July Bash. This time we managed to lose our bathing suits though
not our inhibitions. That came the following month when Robert said he was willing to let me try one person if I saw someone that appealed to me. After that we both started following our libidos.

  “What you need to do is ease Steve into it. If the atmosphere doesn’t get to him, suck his cock. Once you start he won’t be able to stop. And if you’d like to make it with someone you know for the first time, Robert and I would love to swing with you and Steve.”

  Resolute, I grabbed Steve’s hand. “Not anymore you’re not.” We stepped out of the daisy chain and I led him to the closest wall. “Lean against the wall.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “You’ll see.” I untied the knot on his trunks and eased them down. Stooping down to take the suit entirely off, I was in the perfect position to take my husband in my mouth. I began by stroking him. Sucking in a big breath, he moaned. I glanced up and he’d closed his eyes.

  * * * *

  She started by stroking me in front of God and dozens of frenzied copulating bodies. “What are you doing?”

  “I should think that’s obvious. I’m going to suck you off.”

  I looked around excitedly. “But there’s a couple hundred people here.”

  She looked up at me with those amazing eyes. “Who aren’t interested in what we do, because they’re doing what I want to do to you or what I want you to do to me.” Languidly she stroked me and slowly my gaze panned the pool house. As far as I could see were wriggling naked bodies and they all seemed to be attractive and active. Was I being duplicitous? I wanted in. I wanted to gorge myself on pussy and fuck as much strange as my taut cock would let me, but I wanted to keep my wife to myself—pristine. The idea of her sucking Armando or anyone else off sickened me, and the mere possibility of anyone violating my wife’s perfect body turned my stomach.