Friends Outside – Ignite Story

On a hot Saturday afternoon, we’ve invited a few of our couple friends over for lunch and swimming in our pool. We have just finished the first pitcher of margaritas when my wife excuses herself to use the bathroom.

I watch as she gets up from the patio table and heads into the house. My eyes casually follow the ass I fell in love with all those years ago, covered only partially by the turquoise bikini bottoms, while our friends laugh and converse around the table. Maybe it was the first round of margaritas working through my brain, or maybe I just was horny. At that moment I got a naughty idea.

“Excuse me. The rent on that margarita is due.” Our friends give me an obligatory nod and continue chatting.

When I enter our bedroom, I find her leaning over the bathroom counter. She is looking closely into the mirror while fixing some strands of hair around her face. I lean up against the bathroom door in nothing but my swim trunks, admiring the view of her. From this angle, not only can I see her ass leaning out but I can admire the profile of her sexy breasts covered only by her bikini top. Her bikini is one of those kinds you tie from behind and the bottoms tie on both sides. My mind cannot help but imagine pulling the knots loose and watching them fall. I already had a semi hard-on that led me in here, but now it was starting to push out against my trunks.

“Hey babe, what’s the matter?” She asks as she touches up her face.

“That bikini has just got my mind racing.”

“You sure it’s your mind that’s racing?” she smiles and nods towards the growing bulge I am nonchalantly trying to play cool about.

“You caught me. What can I say? That sexy ass of yours always gets me going. What do you think? You got a few minutes for a closer look?”

She grins. “Not now. Our friends are outside. We can take care of that big thing tonight, I promise. I’ll even wear this swimsuit for you.”

As she walks out of the bathroom, she gives me a long kiss and a lightly pats my hard-on a couple of times. She is almost to the bedroom door when I reply.

“Hey, gorgeous, about our friends outside. I’m not sure I’m in a state where I can greet them again.” Nodding downward to the very apparent bulge between my legs. “Hiding an erection this size is very difficult in swim trunks.”

“Just wait a few minutes until you calm down then.”

“Yeah. That will work for a little bit maybe. You see, the problem will be when I join you back outside and see that rockin’ sexy body of yours. Then I’ll start thinking about what you just said, and I’ll have the same issue again.”

“Well then. You know… take care of it real quick.” She suggested.

“What’s that?” I say in surprise.

“Stay here and think of this,” motioning to her butt, “and these”, cupping her breasts, “and relieve some of that… pressure.”

I think quietly for a moment. “I don’t suppose I could ask for an assist?”

“Think of it this way,” she replies. “With the initial pressure gone, we can spend a much longer time together tonight.”

I reluctantly agree. I feel a little bit awkward as she smiles and heads back out to reunite with our guests. She knows I occasionally indulge myself, but neither of us has ever openly talked about masturbating. I consider holding back and trying to will myself to calm down. But at this point, I’m too worked up. I know the slightest hint of sexy vibes from her will just enrage my cock again. And I’d rather not have that happen in front of four of our best friends. So I get on our bed and lean back against the headboard. Once I get comfortable, I untie my trunks and work them down slightly. Then I close my eyes and rewind to moments earlier when I found her in the bathroom, imagining the scenario I wish had played out.

***

As I rejoin our friends outside, I try to think of an excuse to explain my hubby’s absence. I smile to myself at the thought of my man inside pleasuring himself because he desires me so much. I would have stayed, but I knew our friends would start speculating if the two of us were gone for too long.

“Where’s your guy?” one of the husbands shouts out.

“Oh, his stomach was bothering him. Maybe the combo of the margaritas and tacos. He’ll be out soon.”

They seem to buy it. I see my girlfriend, Elle, motion for me to join her on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool.

“Is Todd okay?”

“Oh, you know him. In a minute he’ll probably be out with another pitcher.”

“Mm-hmm. You know, your man is not the best at subtlety. I couldn’t help but notice the look on his face when he left.”

“What look?” I asked, trying to play dumb.

“I mean his eyes were glued to your butt.”

I try to suppress my blushing. I can’t help but smile a little. “Elle!” I reply in a forced whisper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“For as long as I’ve known you both, that man has never had an eye for anyone but you. The two of you are truly blessed.”

“Thanks,” I reply, trying to keep my own embarrassment hidden.

“What are you trying to hide? You don’t have to be embarrassed. Now tell me. What’d you do? Did you make him work for it? Or was it a quick wham-bam.”

“No! We didn’t. I mean… He… propositioned me, but I couldn’t! Not with all you guys here.”

“Oh well, that’s too bad, I guess. So where is he? If he’s not recovering from my best friend’s wiles, shouldn’t he be back by now?”

“Well, apparently this is too much temptation for him,” I say, motioning to myself. “He didn’t think he would be able to conceal his… you know.”

“Uh-huh.” Elle replies.

“So I told him to just…take… care of it.”

Elle lets out a snort of laughter, then tries to contain it.

“Shh! Elle, you cannot say anything.” I say quietly.

“Oh don’t worry! I wouldn’t do that. But I cannot believe you would do that to him!”

“What are talking about? I’m not doing anything to him!”

“You’ve got a great man. You’ve known each other for seven years and been married for five. You are always the only woman in his eyes. And now, when he needs you, you leave him to fend for himself? You owe him better.”

“But this is not an appropriate time. I mean you all-”

“Come on! We’re all adults here. And friends. Sure, they might catch on and have a little laugh. You might get some teasing, but only ’cause we’re jealous we’re not getting some.”

I think for a moment.

“You better decide fast. Or do you? You know him best, about how much time you think he’s got left.”

I softly elbow her as she grins and laughs.

I give her a confident nod then stand up and start walking back inside.

“There you go! Go take care of your man,” Elle whispers to me. “Get some for me too.”

I flash her a hush motion as I pass the table where the others are still chatting.

My heart is racing as I head back to the aid of my horny husband. Honestly, I feel conflicted. Part of me enjoys the rush of the moment, the idea of pleasuring my man with our friends just outside. Another part of me hopes he’s done already so I that I don’t feel compelled to go through with it. I know that sounds wrong, but I’ve never been the exhibitionist type. This was going outside of my comfort zone.

I reach our bedroom door which is still open some. Why would he not close this? Maybe he’s done? I peek inside and see him still on the bed. He’s sitting down, leaning back against the headboard. Just below his handsome chest, I have a full view of him pumping away at his manhood. His eyes are closed, so he doesn’t see me.

All the doubts I had on the way in now disappear. Instead, another feeling takes over me. I’m infatuated with the sight of him in such a vulnerable state of eroticism. We’ve never masturbated in front of each other before. I slip quietly inside the door to get a better view. He’s so focused that he doesn’t hear me.

I keep watching as his skilled hand steadily moves up and down his rigid penis. The head of his dick is a soft purplish color. I start fantasizing what it would feel like to have it pushing inside me. How close, I wonder, is he to cumming. I came here to help him, but part of me wants to see him finish.

As I contemplate my options, his eyes open and he spots me. Startled, he stops.

“What the-!” He blurts out.

“Sorry! Didn’t intend to sneak in on you.”

“Babe, you startled me. What’s happening here? You change your mind?” he asks, catching his breath. His dick still stands at rigid attention.

“Yeah. I thought about it and realized I wasn’t being fair to you. If things had been the other way around, you wouldn’t have left me alone.”

“No. I suppose not,” he said, with a growing grin on his face.

“But now that I’m here… I… actually… kind of want to see you finish.”

“You mean like… watch me? Like… just me?” he asks, confused.

“Yeah. It’s really hot, actually. The picture of you pleasuring yourself… to the thought of me. You are thinking of me, right?”

“Yeah, of course. You’re amazing, babe. I wake up every day and thank God for letting me be your husband. It also doesn’t hurt that you have a wide assortment of sexy outfits for me to fantasize stripping off you.”

“Is that what you think about when you…?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s having my way with you in the shower, or out by the pool in the open. I’ve got quite a collection up here.” He points to his head.

“Ok.” I start talking. “So close your eyes again. Imagine us alone by the pool. The sun is warm on my skin, and it’s making me sweat.”

He settles back against the headboard and closes his eyes.

“The heat is getting to be too much, so I take a dip in the pool. Then I climb back out and dry off with a towel. I want to avoid tan lines, so I decide to take off my top and lie back down on my back. Exposing my bare breasts to the warm sun.”

His left hand wraps around his dick as he resumes stroking himself.

“You’re watching my breasts gently rise and fall while my nipples grow hard as the water evaporates from them. You lean over and kiss me, and I reach for your cock and massage it over your trunks.”

His hand starts pumping faster. I move on to the bed next to him. Watching closely how he moves his hand, I see that he intermittently caresses his balls and occasionally changes pace.

“Now I’m on top of you, pulling your trunks off and licking your dick. I love the feeling of your huge dick on my tongue.”

I have no idea where this dirty talk is coming from. Now I’m wet, and I reach down under my bikini and start massaging my clit.

“Your dick is so wonderful. I can’t wait any longer. I pull off my swimsuit and position myself over you then slide down your cock.”

His hand is pumping fast now. His breathing heavy. His eyes are still closed.

“Oh, you feel so good. I bounce up and down your rock hard dick, so close to cumming. I just need to feel you cum inside me.”

His hands are moving furiously now. I keep watching as I continue to pleasure myself. Finally, he lets out a sharp breath. The first shot of his cum lands on his stomach. He starts breathing again as more cum spills out of his dick and all over his hand. The sight is so erotic.

He opens his eyes and looks at me. I’m still looking at his cum covered penis and masturbating. He uses a nearby towel to wipe up most of his mess. Then he looks at me again and I lock eyes with him.

I haven’t said a word since he came. I have my own urges now that need release. He watches as I move my hand faster over my clit. My deep breathing causes my breasts to rise and dip.

As if sensing what I’m thinking, without a word he leans over to kiss me. Then he pushes my bikini top up, freeing my breasts. Immediately he moves down and takes my nipple into his mouth. I love this man.

The stimulation from his oral attention sends my senses into overdrive. I rub my clit even faster now. My body is uncontrollably twitching around as I feel the pleasure building rapidly.

He’s sucking hard now on one nipple and massaging the other firmly between his fingers. My hip starts bucking at the sensation of it all.

Then I feel the release. Without regard for our guests outside, I let out a loud moan of satisfaction. My hips buck hard as I instinctively continue rubbing between my folds. The whole time he keeps his mouth planted on my nipple.

He finally lets go after I stop moving. I reach out to grab his head and pull him to me. We kiss passionately as we both savor this special moment of shared intimacy.

“That… was so hot,” I say.

“You’re amazing, babe. Without a doubt, I am the luckiest man anywhere in the world.”

“Do you think they heard me out there?” I ask.

We laugh together.

“Doesn’t matter if they did,” he replies.

“I know. Honestly, I thought I would care, but I don’t. All that matters is us. Although, we should probably fix ourselves up and get back out there before they notice the two of us are gone for so long.”

I sit up and tug my bikini top back down. He doesn’t move. “Aren’t you getting up?”

“About that…” He looks down between his legs. His penis is hard again. He looks back at me.

“Are you serious?” I ask in disbelief.

“I can’t help it. Watching you was, like, super hot and sexy. I’m craving the real thing now.”

“They’re definitely going to suspect if we stay here any longer,” I answer.

“I thought you just said you didn’t care about that. And didn’t you come back here for this exact reason?”

I can’t argue with him and don’t want to, anyway. As I think about his words, I realize that he’s right. I’m head over heels in love with this man and I want nothing more than to feel us connect.

While I’m thinking to myself, he reaches out and grasps my thigh firmly with his hand. I don’t say anything, just look at his face. Then I reach behind my back and pull the knot of my bikini top loose. I lift it off over my head and toss it aside to the floor.

In a flash, we lock lips as we grope each other like horny teenagers. He quickly pulls the side knots loose on my bikini bottoms, pulls them out from between my legs, and throws them aside. I reach down for his hard, revived cock and tug at it firmly.

“Don’t go easy on me,” I whisper to him.

His hand reaches to my vagina and spreads my wetness around. It doesn’t take long before he slides a couple of fingers in and gently strokes my g-spot.

Then he grabs my hips with both hands and guides me to turn around. He pushes me down, and I get on all fours, raising my butt up to him. I feel the engorged head of his penis against my vagina as he positions himself.

Without hesitation, he gently but firmly pushes into me. With all the foreplay before, I’m plenty lubricated and take his whole length in at one time. He thrusts hard into me over and over. He’s not pacing himself; he gives it to me hard and it feels incredible.

We continue at this pace for a bit. Then he reaches down. Cupping my breasts with both hands, he pulls me back and holds me close to him while continuing to pound into me.

There is something so intimate when I surrender myself to my man. I have no worries, no control. I am just completely in the moment. I hear the faint sounds of laughter coming from outside and it reminds me that our friends are only 30 feet away. Do they know what’s happening just inside? Is that why they are laughing? I couldn’t care less. My husband and I are madly in love and sharing a beautiful moment together. If we want to steal away for a few minutes to be with each other, we damn well will.

He reaches up with his right hand and covers my mouth some. I’m so lost in the moment, I don’t realize I’m letting out little sex moans. I pull his hand back down to my breast; I don’t care if anyone hears me.

He gets the hint. His pace is relentless and at this angle, his dick is hitting the perfect spot. As if a switch flipped, I feel the sensation spreading fast from between my legs. My orgasm is imminent. Instinctively, I take a deep breath, then I cum hard. The moment it comes, all the muscles in my body tense. As the initial wave rushes through me, I moan loudly.

As my orgasm starts to subside, I relax and fall forward again on my elbows. My husband releases his grip on my breasts and grabs a firm hold of my hips. He is thrusting faster now. Moments later, he lets out a low groan at his own orgasm. He pushes in, forceful and slow, as he cums inside me. Finally, he lets my hips go, and we both collapse onto the bed.

***

“Who wants another margarita!?”

I walk out to the patio with a fresh pitcher and place it on the table.

“What took so long? Where’s Todd?” says one of the other husbands.

Do they suspect? I wonder.

“Ew. You don’t want to know. I think he might have eaten something bad. He’s still not feeling good. I told him to get a shower and lay down for bit. Then it took me forever to find the rest of the mix. Turns out it must have fallen out inside the car.”

I leave the party at the table and rejoin Elle poolside.

“You look like a fulfilled woman. Mission accomplished?” she asks?

“Mm-hmm. Todd just needs a little nap now.”

Elle giggles. “Damn, I thought you were just going to help him take the edge off. Not put him in a coma.”

“Shh!” I whisper to her.

“How was it?”

“Best. Ever.”

“Well come on, give me details.”

“Elle! Please. It was a private, beautiful, amazing time. And it stays just between me and Todd.”

“Hey! I need something. If it weren’t for me, you would’ve stayed out here.”

“Fine. But later when we’re alone.”

I lay back on the chair, and as the sun warms my skin, I thank God for the moment I just shared with my husband.