I was so wrapped up in the moment that it took me a while to realize that Belinda had been gone for a lot longer than she should’ve been. I knew that she could return at any second. Marcella continued to stroke my cock as she whispered “Do you wanna fuck me again tonight?”
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Tell me.” she hissed as she stroked me.
“Oh, god.” I sighed. “I wanna bend you over the edge of this hot tub and fuck you until you cum all over my cock.” I moaned as quietly as I could manage.
“Yeah?” she growled. “Do you want to put your cock in my tight little asshole too?” she grinned as she stroked my rod.
My stomach tightened. She was winding me up. “Oh, fuck yeah. I wanna fuck your tight little asshole until I fucking cum.” I whispered.
“Where do you wanna cum?” she asked.
“In your mouth. I wanna shove my cock in your fucking mouth and cum down your throat.” I grunted. Her hand felt incredible.
The back door finally slid open and suddenly, Belinda was on the patio with three fresh glasses of wine. Like a magician, Marcella smiled over to her and called out. “Hey baby girl. What took so long?” She was acting completely natural, yet continued to softly stroke my cock under the water. Needless to say, it was an intense moment.
Belinda set the wine glasses on the lip of the tub and began to climb back in across from us. She was half smiling, but only half. “Okay. Don’t call me a psycho, but I called Bruce again.”
Marcella continued to stroke my shaft, so I obviously couldn’t speak at that moment. Marcella picked up a glass of wine with her free hand. “Well?”
“Still no answer.” Belinda said as she settled in. “Asshole.” she chaffed.
I felt Marcella’s fingers finally leave my cock. Her hand came out of the water and brushed Belinda’s cheek. That part was super hot in a strange way. “No honey, you’re not a psycho.” Then her hand disappeared under the water and went right back to lightly stroking me. Belinda took a sip of wine and continued. “So then I called Melissa from work to see if he was there and he’s not.”
“Oh shit.” Marcella said.
“I know, so I asked her to drive by our house after work and make sure he’s alone.” Belinda said.
Marcella and I both went wide eyed. “What?” Marcella exclaimed. “Okay, that IS psycho! If you don’t trust him THAT MUCH, you should just break up with him!”
“I totally should!” Belinda exclaimed. “He’s an asshole!”
“He IS an asshole!” Marcella agreed. I still couldn’t speak… You know why.
Belinda gulped some more wine. “Everything was perfect when we first met, and then I moved in with him and he got all weird! Everything got all secretive and sneaky, you know?” Her expression had changed. She was no longer smiling. I watched her fall into another low. “He’s such an asshole. I know he’s cheating on me.” she said. Then she began to cry. It wasn’t until then that Marcella finally stopped stroking me.
“Oh, baby.” Marcella said as she drifted over toward Belinda. Belinda felt weak and vulnerable. It wasn’t a look that suited her. Belinda refused Marcella’s attempt to be comforting and angrily rose up out of the water. She went back into the house, wiping tears from her eyes as she left.
Marcella and I were left alone again for about fifteen minutes. We barely spoke aside from saying how horrible we felt for Belinda, as well as a few choice words about Bruce.
Finally, Belinda re-emerged. This time she was carrying two full wine bottles. They had both been uncorked. She climbed back into the hot tub and took a chug from one of the open bottles and handed the other to me. Her cheeks were dry and she no longer looked sad, though her eyes were red and puffy. At that moment, she only looked enraged.
“Got a text from Melissa.” she said in a loud shrill voice.
“What did she say?” Marcella asked.
“There’s a neon yellow VW Bug parked in my driveway. In MY fucking driveway.” she said calmly as she took another chug of wine. I took a chug from the bottle that she handed me and then passed it to Marcella.
I didn’t want the evening to go sour. “Maybe it’s just one of his friends.” I said.
“I know his fucking friends. None of his fucking friends drive a fucking neon yellow VW Bug! He’s totally cheating on me! Mother fucker!”
Marcella slid up next to her and draped her arm over Belinda’s shoulders. “Fuck that guy.” she said, consoling her. “He’s a fucking moron Belin. You’re so fucking sexy and smart and sweet, and that piece of shit doesn’t deserve you.”
Belinda was past crying. She was just vacant. “I don’t give a shit. Fuck that asshole.” she moped as she chugged more wine.
Marcella squeezes her close and held her, quietly petting her damp hair.
Suddenly Marcella’s eyes popped open and she looked Belin in the eyes. “You know what would make you feel better?”
“Punching Bruce in the fucking face?” Belin asked as she took another chug of wine.
“Let’s jump in the pool!” Marcella smiled.
Belinda looked over to her sideways. “Are you crazy? It’s fucking freezing out here.”
“I know!” Marcella exclaimed. “Don’t think about it, just do it! It’ll be like a rebirth!”
Without another word, Marcella hurriedly climbed out of the hot tub and ran along the path and up the steps to the pool deck. There were no lights on up there and we could only make out vague details from what the moon revealed to us. “Come on!” we heard her yell, just before we heard a big splash.
Belinda laughed through her tears and looked at me. “She’s fucking crazy.”
“She’s YOUR best friend.” I smiled back.
Belinda and I climbed out of the hot tub and briskly headed up to the pool deck. We could see Marcella’s shadow floating in the water below us. “It’s not that bad once you get in!” she chattered from the darkness.
The night air was chilling me to the bone. I reasoned with myself that at least the water would protect me from the biting wind. I stepped past Belinda and leaped into the darkness.
The water was freezing and immediately shocked my system. After a few seconds, the initial bite of the cold wore off and my body acclimated to the temperature as well as it could. Poor Belinda remained all alone on the deck at the water’s edge, shivering. “You’re both fucking crazy!” Belinda laughed.
“Come on chicken shit!” Marcella goaded her.
Finally, Belinda stepped off of the edge and plunged into the cold water.
She immediately burst up through the surface and gasped. “Fuck my ass, this is cold!”
Marcella and I shared a deep hard laugh.
“Just wait for it Belin.” Marcella smiled.
Belinda’s body eventually adjusted to the temperature and soon the three of us were swimming in circles and laughing again. Marcella finally said “I remember this pool being a lot warmer.” We all knew she was referring to our wild summer together.
“That was so fun!” I laughed. “We used to come over here and go skinny dipping all the time.”
Belinda laughed. “Do you guys remember that day when Gracie caught us?”
Gracie was my step-sister. I laughed along. “Yeah. Good thing we were only swimming when she came out here. It could’ve been way worse.”
“No shit.” Belinda smiled. “Like the blow job contest?” she laughed.
I finally caught my breath. “God. I wonder how many days total we spent back here, swimming around naked.”
Belinda was wrapped in the memory of that warm innocent summer. “I miss swimming naked.”
Marcella swam past me toward Belinda. “So get naked then.”
“What, now? Yeah, right.” Belinda laughed.
“Why not?” Marcella asked her as she planted her feet on the bottom of the pool. She stood up and the water came to just below her breasts.
“Well, because…” was all Belinda could come up with.
Marcella stepped closer to Belinda. “Because of what?” she waited. “Your boyfriend?”
Belinda had no response.
That was all Marcella needed. She reached down into the water and grabbed the hem of the shirt she was wearing and began to pull it up. I stopped swimming and watched Marcella peel the wet tee shirt off of her beautiful body and then toss it onto the deck with a wet splat. I stared at her beautiful glistening breasts in the moonlight. Her dark nipples were hard and strained upward against the cold night air. “I’m pretty much divorced now. You guys have both seen my tits anyways, so who gives a fuck, right?” she said very passively. With that Marcella slipped back down into the water and swam away. “Come on. Live a little Belinda.”
I hovered in the water, watching Belinda reason with herself. Maybe I was inspired by Marcella’s moment of reverie, or maybe I was just a typical horny bastard, but I decided I would add fuel to the fire. I grabbed the waistband of my boxers and slid them down my legs and had them off in a second. I then balled them up and tossed them past Belinda onto the deck beside Marcella’s shirt.
I was completely naked and could feel the water rushing past my bare cock and balls and was feeling wonderfully happy. Marcella was swimming around me in only her panties and Belinda was wrestling with the notion of joining us. The night had just gotten a lot more interesting. Marcella hooted and I kept a watchful eye on Belinda as she finally gave in to our persistent hounding. She was a little more shy than Marcella was.
Belinda’s face finally untangled into a smile. She then slipped completely under the surface. A few seconds later, her head and bare shoulders broke the surface of the frigid water and she tossed her wet shirt onto the deck on top of Marcella’s.
“Woohoo!” Marcella hooted. Belinda laughed and smiled bigger than we had seen her smile in years. The three of us swam in shallow circles, enjoying the sensation of the cold water on our bare skin and giggling like the young and curious kids we had all once been.
After another few minutes, we had finally gotten our fill of the cold and were ready to return to the warmth of the hot tub. The brave Marcella climbed out first. I watched her beautiful tan body rise up the step ladder, out of the water and onto the deck. She was wearing a black thong and her stunning wet body glistened in the moonlight. She casually walked past the wet pile of clothes on the deck and waited for Belinda at the edge of the stairs. “Hurry up! It’s fucking freezing out here!”
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