The Boyfriend (The Boss 7)
El-Mudad lifted his head. “No, we’d fuck in the hot tub. We need to make a sequel to our video from Venice.”
Oh. That was an idea.
“Actually…” I quickly considered my options in the toy chest. “You guys excuse me a minute. I have a plan.”
“Shall we turn on the jets?” El-Mudad asked, gesturing to the hot tub.
“No!” That would ruin it. “No, I want you both to get those chairs and pull them right over here. I’ll be back.”
They gave me puzzled looks as I indicated two of the upholstered deck chairs and the area where we stood. I left them there, clicking on the can light over the hot tub as I passed.
In the bedroom, I refastened the neck of my jumper and went to all our carefully curated sex toys. There was a large dildo with a suction cup base. I lifted it and examined it. Super-soft, body-safe, and a pleasing ecru color. Nobody could say I wasn’t stylish. I took some of the silicone lubricant from the chest, as well, and headed back out to the hot tub.
“I think I may have an idea what you’re up to,” Neil said with a slow smile when I returned. He and El-Mudad sat where I’d instructed them to, in front of the fully-glass side of the hot tub. They were sitting close, still dressed but already stroking each other’s erections.
“Do you?” I asked, walking up the shallow steps. I laid my implements on the edge of the tub and carefully tested the water with my toes. Did anything feel as good as scorching hot water? “Well, I hope that doesn’t ruin it for you.”
“Not at all,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “By all means, proceed.”
The pale material of my jumper went translucent immediately when it contacted the water, and it climbed up the fabric that hadn’t yet gotten dunked. I cupped some water and brought it up to rain over my head, down my neck and shoulders. I scooped up more in my hands and let it trickle down my arms and over my breasts. I pinched and rolled my nipples through the wet fabric, and sat in the middle of the three molded seats, opening my legs wide. With one hand, I reached down and spread my labia around the seam of the jumper, rubbing my clit with two fingers. El-Mudad sat forward in his chair a bit, and I smiled to myself. I had their attention, definitely.
I relaxed into the seat and tipped my head back, touching myself the way I did when I went solo, but the lack of direct contact was maddening. I stood back up and slowly unfastened the clasp, then peeled the wet garment from my body. I lifted it out of the water and dropped it over the side onto the floor of the deck. Then I reclined again, legs wide, showing them everything as I touched myself and soaked up the delicious naughtiness of the moment. Just me, enjoying my body, enjoying showing my pleasure to the two men who watched me, enraptured by my every moan and sigh. My tongue darted to the corner of my mouth as I watched them stroking each other, getting each other off to the real-life porno I performed for them. I palmed my breast and arched my back, dipping two fingers down to enter my vagina, then up to get my clit more slippery than the water could.
I picked up the dildo and lube and coated it liberally. Then I waded to the glass and pressed the suction cup base against it. El-Mudad took a loud breath at the realization of what I was about to do.
It was a little tricky to bend over without falling or accidentally drowning myself, but I’d estimated the height perfectly to align my opening with the tip of the dildo. I wouldn’t be able to do anything vigorous without fear of losing my balance, but I slid back on it, filling my aching pussy with a long moan.
I heard Neil murmur, “Stop, stop, love, or I’ll come,” to El-Mudad, and I giggled. Neil usually had fantastic stamina. So this clearly drove him wild. I looked over my shoulder as I slowly rocked back and forth on the dildo, feeling every inch as it penetrated me. I rubbed my clit and closed my eyes; the exhibition factor turned me on way more quickly than I’d expected. I came for them like that, fucking myself with the dildo, entirely on display, my cries echoing into the empty night.
“I can’t wait any longer,” El-Mudad announced, rising from his chair. Before I knew it, he was in the tub beside me, still fully dressed but for his shoes and belt. He pulled me roughly into his arms. I tore at his shirt, scattering buttons in my haste. Neil took the time to strip down before climbing in with us, but he helped me by pushing El-Mudad’s unzipped pants and briefs down.