That next Saturday morning we were doing some yardwork when Mark’s phone rang. He went inside to take the call and came back outside a few minutes later. When he came out, he said that Cole had just called, wanting to know if we wanted to come hang out at the pool around 2pm. Mark did say that Phil and Linda were gone for the weekend, so it would probably just be the three of us hanging out. A pang of nervousness went through me, as Mark and I hadn’t discussed our little bedroom dirty-talk session, but then I calmed down and figured it’d be fun to relax a bit, and besides it was a hot day to be out working on the house all afternoon.
We walked across the street a few hours later, Mark in a simple t-shirt and men’s trunks, I wore a thin sarong over my violet bikini bottoms. Cole greeted us at the door and took us to the pool out back. He wore long board shorts and that was about it, he had clearly been sitting by the pool all day and was showing off his young, fit, physique. He had a wonderful tan that seemed to advertise his youth and vitality, and I got a nervous lump in my stomach just seeing him. He made us drinks – a gin & tonic for the men, a sangria for me, and we made our way out to the pool. Cole put on some music (a little too loud, in my opinion) – some hip-hop that I wasn’t too familiar with, but then again I’ve been out of college for a decade, and it’s his house.
We hung out in the shallow end for a bit, chatting about Cole’s plans for living in NYC and Mark’s advice for him about where to hang out from his time living there in his early 20s. Eventually we made it out onto the pool chairs to get some sun. Mark got up and got us another round of drinks. Halfway through that one, I was feeling a little tipsy. With no mischief intended, I mentioned that my back and shoulders were sore from the previous day’s gym session. “Well, if everyone’s comfortable with it,” Cole replied, “I’d just like to say that I’ve been told that I give a mean massage.” Mark shrugged and nodded to me, as if to say, “It’s up to you, babe.”
I smiled and laid out on my stomach. “Alright, let’s see what you got.”
The massage was truly amazing. His strong hands were magic across my upper back and shoulders. I closed my eyes and sighed while smiling with a deep content. I opened my eyes to make contact with my husband. I could immediately tell he was already fully turned on. I could almost see his pulse quicken as this fit younger man had his hands all over me. To tease both of them a bit, I arched my back slightly and let a quiet moan leak out from between my lips.
Unexpectedly, Mark got up and said he needed to step inside to use the restroom. Cole continued to knead at my body while my arousal deepened. I wanted to turn around, throw him back on a poolchair, and fuck him as hard as I could. I didn’t even care if Mark watched or not. But of course, that’s not really my style, so I continued to pretend I was relaxed when I was anything but. I noticed that Mark had come outside when I looked over my shoulder, but had sat down on the steps at the edge of the back deck, and was watching us. I didn’t bother asking him what he was doing because he wouldn’t hear me over the loud music. Instead I asked Cole, who said he thought maybe he just wanted to watch from afar. I couldn’t help but notice that Cole’s voice had changed – there was a quiver in his voice, a bit of nervousness.