My Wife At The Graduation Party 02 (v10.21)

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I woke up a couple of hours later. It was cooler, and the shadows had grown longer. I feigned sleep so I could observe. Everyone was in the pool, playing volleyball. I saw two piles of swimsuits. One on each side of the net. As I watched, Cindy leapt to spike the ball and I saw she was naked.“Another strip game,” I muttered. Brooke was able to block the spike and Ella went up to return it but knocked it out of bounds. “FML,” Ella shouted as Brooke’s team cheered. I saw Brooke was topless and she hugged Gary who took a quick suck on her nipple. Ella climbed out of the pool, and everyone turned to watch her. She did a bump and grind while she slid her bottoms off. She added them to the pile on the other team’s side of the net and jumped back in the water.Brooke served, this time to a guy who bumped it, Cindy set it and Brad spiked it. No one on Brooke’s team was close enough to try to return it. Brad pointed to a blonde who flipped him the bird. She climbed out and did a bump and grind while she removed her top, her bottoms were long gone. Once she was naked, she jumped back in and Brooke served. Cindy launched herself and returned the ball to Brooke so hard, that Brooke dove out of the way. The ball landed inbounds by a hair. Everyone laughed and cheered as Brooke looked at me, her nervousness was palpable. I snored, shifted a little bit, and awkwardly rubbed my nose so she would believe I was still asleep.Brooke climbed out of the pool. She looked like Venus rising from the waves. She was nude, not even a scrunchy in her hair. She sat on the edge and spread her legs. Her back was to me so I couldn’t see what she was doing but the way she moved left no doubt. She was openly masturbating for everyone to watch. They all gathered around to get a nice close-up of her moist slit. I grew hard at the salacious show my wife put on. I could hear faint moans and knew she was close. Before she could get there Cindy called, “Time!”“Fucking mothershittng fuck,” she screeched as she forced herself to stop.“New rule,” Ella yelled before Brooke could move. Everyone looked at her. “From now on, whoever wins the point gets to personally strip whoever failed to return the ball. If that person is naked, the winner gets to choose what they do. Any objections?” Everyone looked around, but no one said a word. Brooke was about to jump into the pool. I sat up, stretched, and yawned. Brooke spun around and hid her breasts with her left forearm, her right hand covered her mons. ‘Little late, babe. I saw you jilling off for them, but you hide yourself from me.’ I was miffed by her actions. I looked at her and pretended to be confused. “Brooke, are… are you… na… NAKED?” I asked.Everyone in the pool sucked in their breath and closed ranks. They gathered into groups and murmured as Brooke wrapped herself in a towel and pranced over to me. ‘Glad you’re having fun, babe,’ I thought with ire. I watched her and considered how to handle this. I wasn’t mad she finger-banged herself for her friend’s titillation, I was mad she felt she needed to cover up. That made me feel like shit. ‘Does she not trust me? Or is she ashamed? Why didn’t she want me to know what she had done,’ I thought. I had no problem with what had happened. When she hid herself, I felt that was… improper. There was a part of me glad she could be so free. I’d never seen this side of her before but hoped I would again.She sat on my lounge chair. “After lunch, we decided to play volleyball, but we kept arguing over the score. We decided that each time a team lost a point, someone would lose a piece of clothing. The first team naked lost. After the first game, we decided that the person that fucked up would be the one to strip, and if no one fucked up, then the person who scored picked someone to strip. The second game lasted too long. My team was down by five. I was the only player wearing something. My team decided I wouldn’t get near the ball. Ella changed the rules. Now if the person that failed to return the ball was already nude, they had to masturbate for one minute. No one on my team wanted to do that, so I was making every play until we lost. This is the tiebreaker. Next point wins. We can win, baby, especially if you’re cheering for us.”“So you’re willing to be naked and masturbate for casual friends and strangers? But you cover yourself when you sit with almanbahis şikayet your husband? What are you ashamed of? Me? Or your actions?” My voice filled with disapproval. I spoke loud enough for everyone in the pool to hear. Every eye turned to us and watched to see what she would do.“You’re not mad,” she mumbled.“No. I agreed to let you have fun today, so have fun. The only rule is you come home, with me, when it ends.”She looked at me puzzled, then realization dawned in her eyes. I watched as her body relaxed and she dropped the towel to the ground. She stood up and stretched to let everyone see her lithe form. After she stretched, she bent over and kissed me, a deep soulful kiss, full of passion and promise. My toes curled in pleasure. I knew at least part of the reason she did this was to show her ass and slit to everyone in the pool, but I didn’t care. It’s not like they hadn’t seen her fuck already.When she broke the kiss, I whispered, “I watched you and Gary at lunch. I saw you cum all over his cock.” Her eyes grew large, and a gasp escaped her lips. Before she could say or do anything, I raised my voice and said, “Go kick their asses, babe.” As she turned, I swatted her so hard on the ass I could see my handprint.I noticed all the girls in the pool gave me a weird smile like they knew something I didn’t. The guys glanced around, not sure if I was ignorant or apathetic to the obvious climax that was cumming. Once Brooke was in the pool, I stood up and sat on the edge. I watched the game and got an eyeful of the other ladies. I hoped I’d see a few of them frig themselves.Cindy served and Brooke returned it. The volley lasted a long time when Brooke went for the spike. Cindy jumped to try and block it. The ball rolled down the net and landed in the water. Cindy only had her top left. If she stripped her team lost. Otherwise, Cindy would choose something for my wife to do. The two teams argued over where the ball landed. From my position, I knew what happened. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text message as everyone argued.Once I sent the message, I looked at the two teams. I cleared my throat and announced, “I know what happened.” Everyone turned to look at me. I smiled as I leered at the wet boobs on display.“How can we trust you?” Ella asked. “You won’t go against your wife.”“Well, here’s how I see it. Brooke ignored me all day to slut around.” I winked at Brooke so she would know I wasn’t mad. “The way I see it, if both teams agree to accept my ruling, I have to choose between a naked Cindy or Brooke jilling off. Both appeal to me. I have a thing for Cindy’s firebush.” I leered at her tits as they bobbed on the surface of the water. When she realized my eyes had latched on to her succulent boobs, she covered them and turned away from me. I shrugged, not sure why she was such a shit.“Or…” I paused and everyone stepped closer to me. “Cindy can, without fear of reprisal, get my wife to do anything she wants. Once Cindy is naked, her team loses. There’s no way anyone can have her do something embarrassing since the game will be over. There’s no risk to her at all. I find both options… enticing.”Both teams huddled and discussed my offer. Brooke spoke up. “We accept if they do.”“No.” Cindy hissed. “He’ll make me strip so his wife will win, and he gets to see me naked.” Her teammates surrounded her and I couldn’t make out what everyone said, but soon she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, “Fine. Whatever!”“Cindy, Brooke please join me,” I said as I stood. I went to the lounge chair I snoozed on. They walked toward me; their wet tits jiggled with every step. It was enough to make me consider a pool in my yard. “So, before I announce who won, Cindy, what will you make Brooke do if you win the point?”“That’s not fair,” Brooke hissed. “If it’s something your perverted dick likes, you’ll say she won.”“I think after your little Nooner with Gary, you shouldn’t be telling me what’s fair.” Brooke opened and closed her mouth several times but didn’t say anything.Cindy thought for a moment and said, “Make her masturbate to orgasm.”“I hoped for something more imaginative, to make her nervous. Oh well. Brooke, check your phone.” Every eye followed my wet and naked wife as she walked over to her small bag and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it and tapped the screen a almanbahis canlı casino few times. She jogged back to us; her tits bounced with every step. She showed the phone to Cindy which showed I texted Brooke seven minutes ago.“Fuck! We lost! Cindy told her team. Brooke jumped into the pool, wrapped her arms around Gary, and kissed him like he was a soldier who had returned home from Afghanistan. Cindy sat on the edge of the pool and slid in.“Wait,” I called out. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. “I believe Cindy owes us a piece of clothing.”Everyone cat-called Cindy and someone chanted, “Take it off.” Soon others joined in. The chant grew in volume as we got louder until she stood up and swayed her hips while her hands ran over her tits. After a few minutes, she shimmied out of her bottoms and revealed that beautiful firebush. We all cheered and clapped for her as she struck a pose.My eyes feasted on the beautiful naked woman only a few feet away, and I felt my dick swell, then everyone jumped when a bolt of lightning struck a tree in Ella’s yard. The girls screamed in terror and the guys froze in shock.“Get out of the pool,” I screamed and scooped the frozen Cindy into my arms. I carried her to the pool house. I deposited her inside and ran back to help get everyone else to safety. To their credit, the guys on the pool deck pulled people out of the water. Most of the guests were out of the water and headed to the pool house.I saw Gary get out of the pool last, as I held the door open until Gary went inside. Before I shut the door, I looked around one last time and made sure no one was still outside.I surveyed the group and saw everyone was naked except Gary. Going outside was out of the question as the storm raged. Another lightning bolt rattled my teeth, while Ella gave everyone towels to dry off and cover themselves. I felt a chill in the air. Between the setting sun and clouds, the temperature had dropped fast.I made my way toward Brooke to check on her, and she shivered as she took a towel from Ella. I realized how cold everyone was. Once they dried off all they had to keep warm were wet towels, not great for insulation. I moved through the shell-shocked crowd to the fireplace and made sure the flue was open. I took the wood stacked nearby and built a fire to help warm the room. Ella had shut off the AC and poured amaretto shots to help make people feel warm until I got the fire going.The booze helped until the crackling fire warmed up the room. Soon the shock wore off and people began to laugh at the near fucktastrophe. I sat on a loveseat furthest from the fire, so those who were wet and cold could huddle around it. Everyone had a towel wrapped around them and sipped their drinks as they soaked up the warmth.“So what should we do now,” Cindy asked.“We could play truth or dare,” Ella suggested.“Everyone except Gary is already naked, so not much of a point to it,” Brooke replied.Guests tossed out other ideas, charades, twenty questions, but they were all met with a resounding meh. Since there was no consensus on how to pass the time, Brooke looked at Ella, “Truth or dare,” she challenged.Ella shrugged her shoulders and replied “Truth.”“Of everyone here, who haven’t you fucked?”Ella looked around the room at each person, then back at Brooke. “You, and Randy.”My eyebrows achieved escape velocity with that answer. Brooke laughed, “You slut.”Ella smiled and replied, “Takes one to know one.” She looked at Cindy. “Truth or dare?”“Fuck it! Dare me, bitch.”“Give our guy friends here a lap dance. They can do whatever they want to you as long as their dick is covered.”Cindy tossed her towel aside and moved over to Gary. Ella turned on some hard rock and Cindy moved like a pro, one song per guy. The guys fingered her and played with her tits. After she danced for all the guys on the floor she went to sit down, without giving me a dance. “Wait a minute, what about me?”Cindy glared at me. “The dare specified guy friends. I met you a few hours ago and we haven’t talked since. We are not friends.”Everyone laughed, and I hid how pissed I was. ‘These assholes spent the day staring at and groping my nude wife. The first chance I had to get a little action and the bitch bails on a shitty technicality.’ I took a deep breath and didn’t respond. I didn’t want to come off almanbahis casino as a petulant child. As she sat down, I muttered under my breath, “I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little firebush too.”Cindy looked at Brooke “Truth or dare?”Brooke looked over at me nervously. “Tru…truth” she stammered.“At lunch,” Cindy smirked. Everyone knew what the question was. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, despite myself, I leaned forward, and my cock started to swell. “When you were sitting on Gary’s lap, were you dry humping or fucking?”Brooke looked at me and I gave her a slight nod. “Well, there was nothing dry about it, but there wasn’t any penetration.” I was shocked when a feeling of disappointment washed over me. I couldn’t believe I wanted to watch my wife fuck another guy in front of her friends.The game continued and no one ever asked me anything. Soon the room had warmed up and everyone had discarded their towel. I still had my swimwear on. The storm outside had died down and most of Ella’s guests decided to leave. Cindy, Ella, and Brooke were the only females left. For guys there was me of course, Gary who sat next to Brooke, Brad, and Dave. It was Dave’s turn.“Dude, truth or dare?” he said looking at Brad.“Dare me, Bro.”“Dude, get a stick from the fire and burn off some of that jungle growing around your vine.”“Not cool, bro!” Brad stood up and took a long thin stick from the woodpile and held it in the fire until it burned. Once it had caught fire, he burned off some of the wild hair around his dick. As the flame spread, he smacked himself until the fire was out. Brad did that a few times until he had cleared out a good part of the underbrush. I was surprised he didn’t burn himself. He had thrown down more booze than anyone else. When he finished, he threw the stick in the fire and looked at Ella. “Truth or dare bro?”“Dare.”“Bro, I dare you to make this room smell better.” We all laughed.Ella stood up, went onto the bathroom, and came out with a can of air freshener. She sprayed it around the room until the smell of burnt pubic hair was gone. Putting the can down, she looked around the room. Ella’s eyes landed on my wife, “Truth or dare?”Brooke looks up at me and with great trepidation says, “Dare.”“I dare you… to kiss your favorite… EXPOSED… cock in this room.” While she spoke her eyes never left me, the only person still dressed. My cock went from laying in a hammock with a drink, to a boot camp recruit seeing a general in a millisecond. I gasped in pain, and I think I lost consciousness for a moment as every molecule of blood in my body flooded into my cock.Brooke looked at me and looked a little uncertain and determined. There was no way she was going to back down from a challenge. I shrugged my shoulders and she shifted so she was laying on the floor, her head in Gary’s lap. His head rolled back, and he moaned as she started to move her head like a pigeon walking down the street. Her legs pointed toward me and slightly separated. I could see she was more than a little wet, and I shifted my cock to a less painful position.Brooke lifted her head and looked at Cindy. “Truth or dare?” She sat up and I could see a bit of drool on her chin and Gary’s cock glistened in the firelight.“Dare,” Cindy said. There was a challenge in her voice.“I dare you to strip my husband,” Brooke said with a grin.‘Finally,’ I thought. ‘I get to have a bit of salacious fun.’Cindy stood up, walked over to me, and pulled off my shirt. When I say pulled, I mean she took it off me like someone removing an arrow after a medieval battle. Then she pulled me to my feet and yanked my shorts down. She left me there with my shorts around my ankles and sat down. It was the single most unerotic experience of my life. How a gorgeous naked woman could make stripping a man a turn off I had no idea, but it was. My cock shriveled a bit during this operation. After she sat, she took a pointed look at my cock and let me see the cruel smile on her face. I sat down and took the swimsuit off my feet.Without a word, Cindy returned to her place and looked at Brooke, “Truth or Dare?”Brooke looked at my cock and licked her lips, “DARE!”Cindy had the evilest smile I had ever seen. “Sit on your husband’s lap, but don’t let his wee-wee…”At those words, my dick swelled a bit, as I hung my head in shame and humiliation. ‘Why the fuck was Cindy being such a bitch to me,’ I wondered.“…touch you. Then take Gary’s cock in your left hand, Dave’s in your right, and Brads in your mouth. Try to make them cum. They have to switch positions every thirty seconds until one of them shoots his load.

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