The Blue Diamonds

The air in our car was thick with the scent of sunscreen and nervous sweat, a heady perfume of anticipation. My hand rested on Kelly’s thigh; my thumb tracing circles on the warm skin just beneath the hem of her tiny summer dress. Every so often, I had let my fingers drift higher, feeling the dampness of her excitement through the nearly-see-through lace of her G-string. She would shift, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but she never stopped me.

“Remember,” I murmured, my voice low as we pulled up to the cute cottage-style house, “the only boundaries are the ones you set tonight. I want you to feel free to be as slutty as you want to be.”

She turned to me, her eyes dark with desire. “I know. I’m just so fucking ready.” She grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly against her, a bold, wet heat greeting my fingers through the thin fabric. “Feel that? That’s all for them.”

I groaned, my cock straining against my shorts. “Fuck, Kelly. You’re going to kill me.”

She just gave me that mischievous smirk, the one that had captivated me eight years ago, and rang the doorbell.

Michelle answered, a vision in a flowing silk kimono that did little to hide her petite, perfect frame. Her jet-black hair was tousled, and her smile was warm and knowing. She embraced Kelly first, a hug that lingered, her hands sliding down Kelly’s back to cup her ass. When she turned to me, the kiss on my cheek was soft, but her lips lingered near my ear. “So glad you’re here,” she whispered, her breath hot.

Steve emerged from the kitchen, a confident grin on his face. He was every bit as fit as his pictures, and his handshake was firm. When he leaned in to kiss Kelly, it was not a peck. It was a full, open-mouthed kiss that she returned without hesitation, her body leaning into his. The chemistry was instant, a live wire sparking in the room.

Drinks were poured, small talk was made, but the undercurrent was undeniable. Steve caught my eye and nodded toward the kitchen. “Help me with refills?”

He produced a pill bottle. Viagra. “Ever tried it?”

“No,” I admitted, my pulse quickening.

“It’s a game-changer,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He took two of the blue diamonds. He handed me a single Viagra and took one himself. We swallowed them dry, a pact sealed.

Back in the lounge, the girls were nestled together on the couch, chatting like old friends. Michelle’s hand was resting high on Kelly’s thigh. Steve knelt by the coffee table, raising a crooked finger to beckon the ladies over.

Michelle was the first to move, crawling over on her hands and knees with a feline grace. As she bent at his feet, the silk of her kimono fell away, revealing the perfect, smooth curve of her bare ass. Steve did not hesitate; he ran a possessive hand over one cheek, parting her to give me a fleeting, breath-taking glimpse of her pink, hairless folds. Michelle moaned softly as his middle finger disappeared inside her, the sound vibrating through the room.

Then it was Kelly’s turn. She knelt, her dress riding up to expose the lace of her thong. She always had to psyche herself up, and we all watched, mesmerized.

“If you leave that sexy ass there like that too long,” Steve joked, his voice husky, “I won’t be able to resist touching it.”

Kelly laughed, a nervous, excited sound. “How long is too long?”

As she bent forward, he placed a large, warm hand on her ass, his fingers slipping beneath the lace. “Take them off, mate.”

The words were out of my mouth before I even processed the thought. It was not a suggestion; it was a command from a part of me I was only just discovering.

Kelly paused, her eyes wide for a second before they darkened with raw lust. Steve hooked his fingers in the lace and slowly, deliberately, peeled her thong down her thighs. The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, hit me instantly. She was dripping. Steve did not use his finger; he used two, sliding them into her wetness in one smooth, confident motion. Kelly gasped, her back arching, and her eyes locked with Michelle’s. She held that gaze, a silent conversation passing between them, as she pushed her hips back, taking his fingers deeper, a low moan escaping her lips as she reached behind her head to pull away the hairband and let her locks cascade over her shoulders like a dark shadow.

The backyard pool was a paradise in the summer heat. The pills were beginning to hum through my veins, an electric current warming my blood and making my skin hypersensitive. My cock was a rigid, aching weight against my leg.

The girls got in first, leaning their arms on the edge, their tops already discarded and floating somewhere in the water. All we could see were their smiling faces and sleek, wet arms. Steve and I stripped naked, and the late afternoon sun glinted off the water droplets on his skin. Kelly’s giggle was right; his cock was impressively, fascinatingly bent, and it jutted out from his body, hard and eager.

I dove in and swam underwater. The world was muted and blue, and the sight that greeted me stole my breath. Kelly and Michelle were entwined, their bodies a pale, graceful tangle. Michelle’s hand was between Kelly’s legs, her fingers working in a rhythm that made Kelly’s hips twitch. Kelly’s hand was reciprocating, buried in Michelle’s slick folds.

I surfaced between them, pulling Kelly to me for a savage, claiming kiss. When we broke apart, Michelle was already turning to Kelly, capturing her mouth in a deep, searching kiss. I looked at Steve over their shoulders.

“Swap?” I asked, my voice rough.

In an instant, I was next to Michelle, my hands finding the incredible softness of her skin under the water. I cupped her small, perfect ass, pulling her against me. I could feel the hard points of her nipples against my chest. Steve, meanwhile, had his hands full of my wife, and the gasp she let out told me exactly where his fingers had found a new home.

Michelle broke her kiss with Kelly, her lips glistening. “I’m going to taste that pussy soon,” she whispered, her voice a husky promise that made me throb. “But I want my husband to taste it first.”

Steve’s head disappeared under the water. Kelly’s eyes rolled back, a long, shuddering moan torn from her throat as his mouth found her core. When he came up for air, gasping, Michelle guided Kelly to sit on the pool’s edge, her legs spread wide for us all to see.

Michelle knelt in the water, her mouth laving at Kelly’s inner thighs, moving with agonizing slowness toward the epicentre of her need. When her tongue finally made contact, a long, slow lick from bottom to top, Kelly cried out, her fingers tangling in Michelle’s dark hair. I moved behind Michelle, lifting her hips out of the water, exposing her utterly to me. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue plunging into her hot, salty sweetness. She tasted of clean skin and pure, unadulterated lust.

The sounds were a symphony of pleasure. Kelly’s escalating moans. Michelle’s muffled groans against Kelly’s clit. Steve, now out of the pool, guiding Kelly’s hand to his bent, dripping cock.

“I’m going to come,” Steve grunted, his voice strained.

“Wait,” Michelle commanded, pulling her mouth away. “She’s right there. I want you to cover her when she does.”

The command sent a jolt through me. Michelle’s mouth descended again, her fingers driving into Kelly, and my wife shattered. Her body convulsed, a wordless scream ripped from her lungs as she came against Michelle’s devouring mouth.

“Now, Steve! Now!” Michelle cried.

Steve pulled his cock from Kelly’s grasp and fisted himself. With a guttural roar, the first thick, pearlescent rope shot across Kelly’s stomach, painting her skin. Another landed on her collarbone, a third splashed across her cheek. A final, heavy drop landed on her lower lip. Without hesitation, her tongue snaked out, collecting it, sucking it clean as she looked directly into my eyes.

Michelle surged up, kissing Kelly deeply, licking her own husband’s spend from my wife’s skin in a display of possession that was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

Later, inside on the mattress they had laid before the large screen flickering with porn, the party found its rhythm. Steve was buried deep inside Kelly, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back. Michelle was straddling Kelly’s face, grinding her soaked pussy against her mouth, her head thrown back in ecstasy as I drove into her from behind.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, ragged breathing, and the wet, filthy sounds of coupling. I could feel Michelle tightening around me, her inner muscles fluttering as she chanted, “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh god, right there!”

Her climax triggered my own, a blinding, white-hot explosion that left me shuddering, buried to the hilt inside her.

We collapsed beside Kelly, who was teetering on the edge. Steve was plummeting into her, his bent cock hitting angles that had her seeing stars.

“Kelly, I want to watch you come on my husband’s cock,” Michelle purred, leaning over to capture one of Kelly’s taut nipples in her mouth.

The words were the final key. Kelly’s eyes flew open, locking with mine as her body bowed off the mattress. A raw, primal scream was torn from her throat as she convulsed around him.

“I want it on me, Steve,” she gasped, her voice wrecked. “All over my pussy.”

He withdrew, tearing the condom off, and his release painted her stomach and mound in hot, possessive stripes. Kelly’s hand snaked down, gathering his cum, and she rubbed it into her skin, her eyes holding mine, showing me her complete and utter abandon.

The drive home was quiet, the hum of the tires a lullaby to our spent bodies. Kelly’s hand was in my lap, her fingers gently tracing the outline of my cock, which, thanks to the lingering magic of the blue pill, was still semi-hard.