Belinda then rose out of the water with her back to me. I still hadn’t seen her bare breasts since we had broken up three years earlier. She climbed out with her back to me. Her body was thin and tan as I remembered it being. She was wearing low cut white panties that became sheer when saturated with water. I could make out the fleshy tones of her ass cheeks underneath the wet panties. She too walked right past the wet pile of clothes and then joined Marcella in hurrying down the steps and then across the yard.
So, they’re going topless from here on out…
I climbed out of the pool naked. I won’t lie. It was fucking cold and I’m pretty sure my dick was hanging about 2 inches long at that point. Not my best look. I looked down at my wet boxers by my feet. Two wet tee shirts lay beside them. If I put my boxers back on, would they put their shirts back on?
I left the boxers in a heap on the deck. As I reached the steps, Marcella and Belinda were already climbing back into the hot tub. There was no getting around it. The lower deck was brightly lit by the patio lights. They were going to see my tiny frozen wiener…
Oh well. No guts, no glory.
They were only wearing panties. I’m no idiot. I recognized the potential of the situation I was in. Marcella had already made it abundantly clear that she was horny too. I had to get Belinda in the same frame of mind. I decided not to bother covering myself up. I approached the hot tub with my arms at my sides. Marcella and Belinda were already laughing and as soon as they peered over to me, both of their brows went all wrinkly and all I heard was “Aaawwwee.”
I climbed in as quickly as I could. Marcella put her hand on my shoulder. She was laughing so hard, she was crying. “Oh Johnny! It’s a good thing we’ve seen your dick hard before because that was not a flattering look at all!” Belinda grabbed a wine bottle and tried to take a gulp through her laughter.
“Hey, it’s fucking cold!” I yelled, feigning embarrassment.
“Haha! I was in the pool!” Belinda laughed, doing her best ‘George Costanza’ impression.
“Whatever.” I laughed. “Both of you had my tiny little dick in your mouth once upon a time, in this very hot tub.” I smiled. Their laughter grew into a howl and I joined them. I took the bottle from Belinda and took a deep chug before passing it to Marcella.
Marcella wiped a tear from her eye. “Ha ha! Holy shit… God I missed this.”
“Me too.” I smiled. “You know, I still have all of the pictures from the last time we were together.”
“What pictures?” Belinda chuckled.
“All those pictures that Marcella took that night you two got me naked in the kitchen of that house I was renting before I moved to Florida.” I smiled.
“Bullshit!” Marcella exclaimed.
“No bullshit.” I gloated.
“You do not still have those pictures!” she yelled.
“Uh-huh.” I smiled.
“Oh, my god.” Marcella said wide eyed. “Do you still… You know?” she said as she made the international ‘jerk off’ hand signal. That sent Belinda into another frenzy of laughter.
“Sometimes.” I grinned. The night was getting more and more interesting.
“I don’t believe you.” Marcella said. “You do NOT still have those pictures!”
“I can prove it.” I said. “I copied them onto my phone.”
Belinda was smiling drunkenly. Marcella’s eyes were like saucers. “Go get it! I wanna see!”
With that, I rose up out of the water. The warm water had done it’s magic and I was happily back up to my normal size. I stopped in front of them and pointed at my cock, proudly letting it hang in front of them. “Huh? There you go!” I bragged with a laugh.
“There it is!” Belinda hooted, clearly pretty tipsy.
I hopped out onto the deck and hurried inside the back door. I walked through the living room into the kitchen where I had gotten undressed. I was so excited about how things had panned out. The night had started with Belinda crying, and now here we were. I was waltzing around naked and Belinda and Marcella were only wearing their panties and we were all about to look at a bunch of photos of the three of us having sex. I hate to say it, but ol’ Bruce couldn’t have picked a worse night to fuck things up with Belinda and I was happy to reap the benefits of his neglect. I reached into my inside coat pocket and found my cell phone.
I turned toward the doorway just as Belinda stepped into the kitchen.
The water from the pool and the humidity of the hot tub had taken away the straightening she had done to her hair earlier in the day. It hung in curly wet clumps across her face and down her chest. Her beautiful bare breasts were finally revealed in all their glory in the bright light of the kitchen. Her soft pink nipples came to sharp points and beads of water clung to them. Her white panties were soaked thru and I could easily make out the thin dark landing strip of pubic hair beneath. Her arms were dangling at her sides and she was wearing a drunken smile. She left me breathless. “I almost forgot how beautiful you are.” I said.
I crossed the room and stood in front of her. She stared up into my eyes in a daze as I spoke. “I don’t know what’s going on with that guy, but if he really is cheating on you, he’s the dumbest asshole that ever lived.” Her eyes were narrow and red. Her smile was sweet and innocent. I leaned closer to her face. I wanted to kiss her.
Our lips were only inches apart when we heard Marcella at the back door yelling “Come on! Let’s see those pictures already!”
I broke away from Belinda and she followed me back to the kitchen table where I’d left my phone. Marcella appeared in the doorway in nothing but her black thong and a smile. She gracefully crossed the room and joined us standing by the kitchen table. I could finally see both of their beautiful, almost nude bodies in full detail and I was having a difficult time tearing my eyes away from either one of them. They both looked so damn sexy.
I finally opened the phone’s photo gallery. Inside, there were multiple folders. I opened one titled: “Work Projects.” Inside that folder, there were several sub-folders with titles like: MK, MM, A. etc. I opened a folder titled “BM” and a photo gallery opened.
Marcella asked me “Are all of those sex pictures?”
“Uh-huh.” I said confidently as I opened the first photo. “The kind of girls I date usually aren’t very camera shy.” The first photo in the series was of me lying on my back on the dining room floor of my old rent house wearing a sweater, jeans and a jacket. Belinda was wearing a black sweater, kneeling by my side with her hand stuck in the zipper hole of my pants. My eyes were closed and Belinda was laughing hysterically. Her sweater was pulled up above her breasts, revealing her bra.
“Oh my god. Do you really still jerk off to these?” Marcella asked.
“Sometimes.” I smiled as Marcella grabbed the phone from me.
“Give me this thing. I’m driving.” she giggled.
As she cycled through the photos, we saw Belinda’s fingers wrapped around my erect cock, a few shots of Belinda’s bare breasts, Belinda with my cock in her mouth, Marcella squeezing Belinda’s tits, Belinda’s naked ass, Marcella squeezing Belinda’s ass, then rubbing her asshole with a fingertip, the two of them kissing with my cock pressed against Belinda’s cheek, A nice shot of Marcella’s naked tits, and finally, the two of them topless and tongue kissing with a splash of my cum on Belinda’s chin.
“Holy fuck.” Marcella murmured. I was getting really turned on looking at the photos. Then, Marcella took it one step further. She exited out of the ‘BM’ folder. “I wanna see…” She opened the folder titled ‘KM.’ “…what else you’ve been up to.”
I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not, but my ego won the battle and I happily watched her go through some of the other folders. She and Belinda rifled through pictures of stuff I had done with Marie and Karen. Then she found some photos I had taken of Marie going down on Michelle as well as pictures of the two of them taking turns sucking my cock. Lastly, they looked at some pictures of Amanda sucking my cock and then taking it up the ass.
“Holy shit! You’ve been a busy boy!” Marcella smiled seductively. Had seeing all of that actually turned her on even more?
By that point, I had gotten completely hard again. I was also completely naked, so there was no hiding it, although I wasn’t really trying to. In fact, I was hoping that they had gotten a little turned on too. I took the phone from Marcella and set it down on the kitchen table. I casually took a step back, giving them both a clear view of my full erection.
Marcella was the first to take notice. “Look Belin! Little Chico is getting excited!” Marcella giggled as she stared down at my swollen cock. Belinda looked down and smiled absently.
It was at that point that Marcella decided to torture me a little. She smiled devilishly at me and then turned to Belinda. She casually slid her hands up Belinda’s flat tummy and then cupped her small breasts, effectively putting them on display for me. “Ooh Johnny… Look at these tits!” she hooted like a sorority girl.
Belinda giggled and looked back down to my throbbing cock. “Oh my god Marci, look how hard he is.” she smiled.
Marcella threw another lustful glance at me. “Do you miss seeing me and Belinda together like this Chico?”
I hadn’t heard her call me that in years. It always drove me crazy. Marcella then boldly pulled Belinda close and kissed her softly on the lips. Belinda pulled away and snorted through a giggle as Marcella cupped her breasts again. She examined them closely as she lightly massaged them and then turned to me again. “Doesn’t she have the most beautiful tits you’ve ever seen Chico?”
Belinda giggled again as Marcella bent down and playfully kissed her right on the nipple. It was quite strange really. What she was doing was overtly sexual, yet the mood was still playful and light. Marcella was driving me insane and she knew it. She then looked over at me and started bouncing Belinda’s perky breasts in her hands as she made dramatic sexual sounds. “Aah! Ahh! Oh! Uhh! Fuck, I missed these fucking titties!” Marcella laughed again as she gave them a gentle squeeze.
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