David Ingram - The naughty bride

Eva quickly took his other hand.

They found a table at poolside and Roxy and John sat down. "I'm going in." Eva cried and raced for the pool.

"I hoped you would." Roxy said.

"I hate the water and I don't swim very well." John said. "I'm staying right here."

"I hoped you would." Roxy said.

The waiter came by the table and Roxy ordered martinis for everyone.

"You'd better slow it down, Roxy. Eva will get drunk again," John said.

"Yes," Roxy answered. "Very drunk, I hope."

John realized what she was doing and gave her a strange look, yet he didn't change the order.

"Eva seems to be having such a good time in the water, why don't we go for a walk?" Roxy said.

"I'm afraid it would be a little too obvious."

"More obvious than this?" Roxy said, leaning forward and putting her hand on his crotch.

"My God, Roxy, not in public." John cried.

She pulled her chair closer and pushed a finger inside the leg band of his trunks. "I'd let you fuck me right here and now if you wanted to," she said huskily.

She didn't remove her finger when Eva came up, dripping wet. Eva glanced quickly, noticing both the finger and the bulge in her husband's trunks. She diverted her eyes to the martini on the table. "For me?" she asked, and lifted it to her lips. "I'm going back in," she said when the glass was empty. "A couple of boys found a pair of swim suits on the bottom of the pool."

"How did they get there?" John asked.

"Looks like someone took a midnight swim, or something. One was a boy's suit, the other a girl's." Eva answered, her eyes sparkling.

"Right here in the pool?" Roxy said, her finger curling down under John's cool balls. "It's terrible what some people will do."

"Order me another drink. I'm going back in to see if they find anything else." Eva said. She knew they wouldn't, but it was embarrassing to stand there while Roxy tickled her husband's cock with her finger. She plunged back into the water.

Roxy waved at the waiter with her free hand.

John moved back, pulling her finger from his trunks. "Roxy, you've got to stop that."

"I wish you'd let me take it out right here."

"Well, I won't." John said.

"If you would, I'd get down on my hands and knees and suck it."

The waiter had arrived and John turned red. Roxy looked up and said, "Another martini, please." She smiled, and put her hand back on John's crotch. "Just one," she added.

The waiter walked away unruffled. He had watched the decadent rich play their perverted games many times before. His cock bulged hard against his pants.

When Eva returned, John had scooted his chair away from Roxy's. "Let's go and get dressed," he said.

"I have a full drink." Eva said, taking the glass in both hands.

"Well, then, drink it. I'll get sunburned if I stay any longer," he snapped.

Eva poured the drink down and took John's hand. "Okay, let's go," she said. "I feel great now, and I'm starved. I want to take a shower and then we can have lunch."

Roxy got up and took John's other hand. "I'll come up with you while you change," she said.

John opened the door and Eva went to the bedroom. Roxy stopped and took John's arm, pulling him around to face her. He stiffened for a moment, then stepped close to kiss her.

"Wait," she said, stepping back, and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Her huge tits were bare when she stepped close and pressed them against his hairy chest.

"Roxy, don't! Eva will suspect something," he said stupidly.

"Kiss me, John."

While her tongue slid into his open mouth, she put her thumbs inside his trunks and pushed downward.

"Roxy! We can't… not now… not here," he gasped. His cock was already sticking straight out, his trunks bunched just below his balls.

"Just let me feel it." Roxy whispered, her hand already manipulating the foreskin.

Her other hand undid the tie at the side of her bikini. It came loose and went quickly to her ankles. She spread her legs for an instant and then closed her fat thighs around his hard cock.

"We're standing in the hall… we haven't time…"

"I know, darling, but it will make it better for later, after Eva is good and drunk."

"Roxy, Roxy," John gasped, feeling his cock brush against her pussylips.

"We'll get her bombed and then have the whole night to ourselves while she sleeps it off."

"Yes, God yes." John gasped, nuzzling his hard cock in the thick, wet hair.

Roxy grasped his cock. "Put it in, just a little," she moaned. She already had it in, just a little; she wanted a little more.

John pushed her against the door and grasped an ass cheek in each hand and gave her a little more. With her arms locked around his neck, she lifted herself and hooked her feet behind his calves, splaying her cunt.

"Fuck me, John, fuck me!" she screamed, hunching against him. John closed his eyes and sighed. It was wonderful the way her cunt pulled his foreskin all the way up when she lifted, and the way it peeled it back down when she let her weight push him to the hilt.

"You don't have to hold back. I'll come quick like this." Roxy said, gasping for breath.

"I couldn't hold back, anyway." John snorted. Roxy was almost there when they heard Eva's voice calling from the bedroom. "Oh, my God." John said, and jerked backwards, pulling his prick from her sucking pussy. He pulled up on his trunks and dashed for the bedroom.

Roxy gasped for air, her face, a mask of disappointment and hatred. "Run, you, chicken shit bastard," she snarled at his retreating ass.

When John rushed into the bedroom, Eva was just pulling the pants to her pant suit up her legs. She wore no panties and the dark patch of hair was almost visible through the white slacks. She giggled, "Don't want a panty line to show." Then she looked at John. "You're still in your trunks."

"Uh, yes," he said, "go and have a drink. I'll be right out."

Eva checked herself in the mirror and stepped into the living room. She stopped, a gasp on her lips. Roxy was sitting in a chair facing the door. She had pulled the tiny top to her bikini back into place, but the bottom was still out in the hall, and she sat with her legs pulled up, her hand between her legs. The thick hair spilled between her fingers as she jacked off.

Eva stood watching, her mouth hinging open. Roxy looked up, her breathing hard and fast. "Can I get you a drink, Eva?" she said without stopping her hand.

Eva was dumbfounded, still she said calmly, "You seem to be busy. I'll get you one." She went to the bar and half-filled two glasses with whiskey.

Roxy got up from the chair and went behind the bar. "You're sweet," she said, taking the glass. Then she put her mouth to Eva's and kissed her lightly. "And you're a beautiful child."

"You're – you're beautiful, too." Eva said, not sure how she felt. She tingled, she knew that.

Roxy kissed her again, harder this time, and took Eva's soft hand and pressed it to her cunt. Eva bit her lip, but didn't pull back. "Feel it, darling, it's all excited." Roxy said.

"John won't approve of this." Eva said softly, her fingers timidly feeling the wet hair.

"Probably not but do it anyway. He's in another room."

Eva closed her eyes and put the glass to her lips while her hand slid through Roxy's hair into the deep groove between her pussy lips. Eva had never felt another woman's cunt before, and it was exciting. When Eva put her glass on the bar, she already had one finger pushed into Roxy's wet, slippery hole.

Roxy bowed her legs and gripped the bar with one hand. "You sweet, adorable child," she hissed. "Finger-fuck me! Make me come!"

Eva felt her own lust rising and her clit tingle and harden. "Reach into my slacks and feel me, too, and I will," she gasped, thrusting a second finger inside Roxy.