Coquette and her cuckold (Part 3)

Julie handed Dave and me a plastic cup each and filled them with vodka. Then she leaned back against the edge of the pool and took a drink straight from the bottle. What little glow there was from the string of coloured lights that surrounded the pool, was just enough to highlight the silhouette of my wife’s breasts. The surface of the warm water lapped against her dark, puckered nipples, still stiff from her orgasms of a few moments before.

Standing there with her elbows leaning on the pool-edge, her firm breasts jutting out, with such an aura of commanding sexuality about her, Julie could have got me to do anything for her at that moment, just with a look.
She had not the slightest sense of embarrassment about her – a bit late for that I suppose.
She seemed so totally at ease with the situation, standing naked and obviously aroused, next to two men who were ready to do anything with her body.

After a second or two of contemplation, Julie quickly took another mouthful of vodka, put the bottle down on the pool edge and moved between us.
“Come on, you two,” she ordered and grabbed both of us, a penis in each hand, “follow me.”

What else would we do? My wife pulled us both along behind her as she moved us towards the wide steps that were moulded into the end of the pool.
“Sit down there.” she commanded, leading me to the place she wanted me by my cock.

I sat down on one of the steps, my legs still in the water. Julie stood facing me, then bent forwards at the hips, leaning her arms on my shoulders and hooked her hands around my neck.

It was obvious that Dave was already eager to go at my wife again, I could see his penis beginning to thicken again, just below the surface of the pool. I wondered if she had seen it too.
He was standing at her side and immediately had her right breast cupped in his hand, pressing and kneading the flesh and tugging at the nipple like it was the most natural thing for him to do.

Knowing how horny my wife was at that moment, in fact, how hot she had been all night, it surprised me when she pushed Dave away from her … and was that disappointment I felt?
But I quickly realised I had mistaken her movement – she wasn’t pushing him away, she was moving him behind her.

Again, she had both hands behind my neck, and then leaned close to my ear, “Are you comfortable there? I may need to lean against you for a while.”
She had that lustful smile on her lips again and I felt a burst of adrenaline shoot through me, instantly tugging at my stomach.
A wild mix of emotions swept through me as I could see the desire in her eyes, how the anticipation was taking over her again.

I began to feel resentful of the pleasure she had felt from having this other man use her body.
Julie’s face was only a couple of inches in front of mine now and I could feel the heavy breathing of her heightened excitement on my lips. Her eyes were looking to the side, as if trying to see his movements, anticipate his touch.

I realised then, that I hadn’t even been inside my wife that night.
I started to think about the unusual level of arousal Julie had felt, being with this other man, the intensity of her passion.
What was it I’d heard her saying to him – she’d had five orgasms?
She’d never had that many with me, I was sure of it.

Yes, I was starting to feel jealous, I wanted to get my wife away from this stud. I’d now seen his penis outside of her and even only semi-hard, it looked like it could grow into something that would only make me feel inadequate.
I didn’t want to be compared unfavourably, either in size or technique or in just plain, masculine appeal.

I was just about to get up and drag Julie away from there, when her mouth began to gape open and she let out the strangest kind of gasp – like she was trying to force out the very last mouthful of air from her lungs.
Her eyes opened wide, the whites showing all around her pupils for a second, before the eyelids drooped and half-closed. And I knew he had started touching her.

“Oh my, this is going to feel so good.”

Then to me, as though she had read my thoughts and could sense my growing reticence, “Let me do this, please.