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Another ten minutes passed before we heard some giggling laughter coming from the back door. Our eyes nearly popped. Charmaine appeared first in the door. She had taken Peter’s advice and had replaced her wet clothes for a nightie. She wasn’t far from wrong when she had said she could just as well be nude. The long thin white garment she wore was close to completely see-through. It was clear that she wore no underwear underneath. Her cherry-brown nipples poked trough the thin fabric and between her legs an almost black, triangular patch of hair showed through.

“Charmaine!” Peter was clearly shocked.

“Your idea!” Charmaine said as she walked closer.

Before Peter could reply his jaw dropped again as my wife appeared from behind Charmaine. She lacked the modesty of a long nightie and wore a rose-pink teddy instead. The fine embroidered material barely reached her waist, but her modesty was kept in tact by matching, very tight, rose-pink panties. With each step she came closer to us the material crept deeper and deeper in between the folds of her labia. When both women finally stood in front of us we could only stare. Charmaine’s body appeared like a luring treasure behind a fine white mist of clothing. I joined Peter’s gaze at my wife. Cathy’s rose pink nipples hinted through the gaps made by the embroidered teddy top. The panties had now sunk very deeply into her slit, outlining the shape of her vulva as if it was a second skin. A very tiny piece of one fleshy lip peeped from the side of the material.

“I hope you boys remembered your pajamas,” Cathy broke the silence. “Want to go for a moonlight swim?” Her voice was sweet and innocent.

“The meat’s not ready yet,” my reply sounded sheepish as I indicated to the BBQ grill.

“Not from where I’m standing,” Charmaine chipped in.

She was staring at my crotch and I knew she could see my erection straining against my pants. From the corner of my eyes Peter shifted uncomfortably and I knew he was sharing my difficulties.

“Come on, maybe we will get some sausage later on,” Cathy teased as she led Charmaine by the hand to the side of the swimming pool. “So you boys wanted to see ladies in wet clothes? Well you won’t get any better than this!” She shouted as she pulled Charmaine along as she jumped in the pool.

As their heads emerged again Charmaine shouted, “So are you going to join us or what!”

“No ways!” Peter replied, “Its way too cold!”

“Sissy!” His wife replied and then to Cathy, “Looks like we’ll have to go and drag them in.”

They put action to words and moved yet again to the shallow end of the pool to get out. This time there was close to nothing left for the imagination. The long white nightie shaped closely against Charmaine’s body rather highlighting than hiding her body. As she walked the material clung over her womanly bulge revealing her black triangle of pubic hair. Cathy followed her and from the activity in the pool, her panties had crept into the deepest part of her slit. She displayed two very proud full breasts from underneath the soaking wet material. As they stood in front of us I noticed that both her shaven lips peeped partially from the sides of panties. Her light brown strip of pubes was only just visible through the gaps in the material.

“So are you coming with or without force?” Cathy was adamant in her tone.

“We forgot our swimwear,” Peter sounded less than confident.

“No problem,” Charmaine said, “We’ll go skinny if you’ll do.”

“So who goes first?” I asked.

“I think we did more than our share already, your turn gentlemen!” Cathy insisted.

It took us about thirty seconds before we stood both naked and waiting in anticipation.

“Told you the meat were ready,” Charmaine laughed as she saw our erect members.

“Let’s see what’s on the dessert menu,” I interrupted.

Charmaine and Cathy looked at each other and giggled.

“You go first, I’ve only got one piece,” Charmaine suggested to Cathy.

“Okay, here it goes,” Cathy said as she reached down for her panties. She wiggled her hips from side to side as she inched the panties slowly down. First appeared her light brown curls, trimmed neatly in a broad landing strip and then as she pulled further down, her clean shaven lips came into view. When the material finally parted with her fleshy inner folds, a string of her secretions glistened in the light and dangled for the briefest of moments between her panties and vagina. As the panties fell to her feet, she stepped with one leg out of them and with the other she kicked the material playfully to my face. It added length to my erection just to think about it. My wife standing in front of me and my friend. Covered in only a wet teddy without panties, displaying her pussy for us without covering up.

“Okie dokie, let’s go both now,” she said to Charmaine as she began to pull the remaining part of her attire over her head. Charmaine followed suit and her dark triangular bush and then her little tits came into view as she pulled the long white garment over her head. There we were. All four of us naked as the day we were born. The women giggling, the men speechless in admiration. I studied Charmaine intensively as soon as I realized Peter was doing likewise with Cathy. Though the hair was dark, it was trimmed very neatly, almost to the skin, enabling me to see two meaty lips underneath the curls. They looked ready and engorged, slightly parted, to reveal the knob of her clitoris to my stare. My eyes went up to her A-cup breasts and I remembered my brief previous encounter with them. An urge to cup them in my palms came over me. My wife on the other hand enjoyed similar looks of appreciation and I knew Peter was more than happy to look at her much more than a hand full tits.

Then they grabbed us. I don’t know who grabbed who. We were a combined bundle of human flesh as we tumbled into the cool water. I felt some legs against me, some tits and the coarseness of pubic hair that rubbed against my arms as we all struggled to surface again.

After we relaxed for about five minutes in the cool water, Peter said, “Hey, we haven’t got our drinks.”

“No worries, I’ll get them,” Charmaine offered, “I have to take a wee anyways.” She looked at me and added, “Mind if I use your tree? I don’t want to leave wet feet all over your carpet.”

I wanted to say I don’t mind about the carpet, but just nodded as she got out of the pool. I don’t have a watersport fetish or anything, but it did something to me as she squatted behind the very small tree next to the pool to do her thing. The bright yellow stream of her urine launched through the air to land in bow a few feet from her.

“No toilet paper, I’ll have to drip-dry,” she said and winked at me sharing our secret again.

I knew it was a deliberate display of exhibition as she came back with the three glasses containing our drinks. She squatted right in front of me on the side of the pool with her knees spread wide while she handed us our drinks. I was staring right between her opened legs, her pussy barely more than a foot away from my face. Her lips were fully parted by her stance, enabling me to see right up to her light pink vagina’s opening.

“Just getting mine,” she sort of apologized as she stood up and walked to fetch her own drink. Cathy and Peter had both moved more to the middle of the pool when Charmaine returned with her drink.

“Can a gentleman help a lady to get in the pool please,” she said as she was next to the pool again. I reached out to take her drink, but instead she launched forward into my arms. Her long legs encircled my body as I helped her to lower herself into the pool. I felt the texture of her pubic hair as it rubbed over my stomach as she lowered her body. I thought she would have moved her body away as she went down, but she kept it firmly against me. She slided all the way down and I felt how my penis divided the two fleshy lips between her legs. A feeling of warmth engulfed my tip and I knew I only had to inch a tiny bit forward to penetrate her. We stood motionless and time stood still. Her arms around my neck, her legs locked behind my buttocks. It was awfully quiet in the pool and I looked guiltily back to Peter and my wife. They were quite oblivious of us, Peter with his hands all over my wife’s breast, her arm moving back and forth between his legs. It was all permission I needed and I forced my hips forward. As I penetrated Charmaine the warm wet juices of her vagina was in stark contrast to the cool water of the pool. Her inner muscles grabbed me and she clenched her legs almost painfully into my back. I moved closer to the edge of the pool and she supported her back against it as I slided in and out of her.

“Look at those two,” Charmaine whispered after a while. We turned sideways so we could both see them. My wife was on her back on the grass next to the pool. Her knees were drawn up and between them Peter was vigorously pumping in and out of my wife.

It was more than I could take and I whispered to Charmaine, “Can I come inside of you?”

“Yes, yes, please.” Her whole body was trembling on the verge of orgasm and water was splashing all around us. If possible her vagina became even hotter and clenched around my shaft with an almost painful tightness. Huge splashes of water dropped on us as her body finally went into an orgasmic spasm. I shot my load all into her, the depths of her vagina slurping up the last drop. We lay in exhausted silence next to the pool, as we watched the final crescendo of Peter and Cathy. She was on top of him now, and by the way their bodies contracted I could see that Peter was now delivering his hot sperm into my wife’s body. When she finally stood up the white secretions of their sex oozed between her labia. They both came and lay next to us.

As I inhaled deeply on my cigarette I said. “I never knew the word cricket could cause so much pleasure.”

“Tomorrow is rugby,” Charmaine replied