POV: Julian
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from One Tree Hill.
I drank my beer alone as I savored the sight of cool blue water, only made more gorgeous by Peyton laying on one of the very comfortable sun loungers, in the tightest swimsuit, looking mouthwateringly good. Near the loungers, directly in the sunshine of the early afternoon, were four folding chairs, flanked by two small hardwood tables. The nearest table held a bottle of suntan lotion and a stack of blue towels, folded neatly.
This place was perfect, we had no reason to leave, or interest. We didn't want to explore the outside world, we didn't want to sample home-grown delicacies or enjoy the local culture. We didn't want to do anything too strenuous. We wanted warm sunshine, comfy sun loungers, an easy dip in the water and easy food. We wanted to relax, nothing else. Oh, and some good sex, if you were asking.
"Hey" I heard my wife's voice. I blinked hard as I watched her move through tall doors into the balcony and the afternoon sunshine. Jesus, she was a stunning sight in just those black booty shorts and matching sports bra.
Brooke smiled and strolled up to me. As she casually waved her hair, it had the effect of drawing my gaze to her stunning figure, just breathtaking to behold. Brooke was my perpetual goddess, and even after all these years together, my secret fantasies were filled with her brown hair, those wicked, hazel eyes, her pretty face, her beautiful breasts, those pink nipples stark against her skin, the insanely sexy curves of her body, leading the eyes down between her legs to her devilishly hairless pussy.
"You look nice," I said.
"Thank you" Brooke said while she ran her fingers through her hair.
"I'm surprised you let your friend wear a bikini like that in front of your husband" I whispered.
"Oh, I just want an excuse to get my hands on her." She teased me.
I laughed, and my wife gave me a little wink that confirmed me that this little secret vacation was not a dream, it was reality.
Another smile. "Are you sure you don't want to join us?" she suggested. Brooke felt confident enough to share me with Peyton, and perhaps my own growing kink about sharing my wife with a woman or other man might not be so dangerous after all. Spending these days under the sun only reassured us more and more that being fully open about our little fantasies was a good thing.
I looked across the pool to see our striking-looking friend in just a tiny green bikini. Shifting over on her lounger, she leaned back, stretching in the sunshine just as gracefully as a cat.
"Pretty please?" Brooke gave me a mischievous grin, teasing me, making the suggestion that she was up for another threesome adventure. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, my pulse quickened, and my cock began to thicken. In reality, it didn't take Brooke to tell me how much she wanted to share me with her best friend to get me hard and horny, but it helped. Likewise, it didn't take fantasies of threesomes with other women and her husband to get Brooke all hot and wet and ready to fuck, it just helped.
"I can´t… we are…" I said, feeling a peculiar mixture of emotions. I could have had my own little harem again. "We are really close to score an important deal today. Netflix wants me available for a conference call"
"Oh… okay. Do you mind if we play without you?" Casually, she stroked my face. Moved her hand along my cheek, my neck and then behind my ear.
Peyton was looking over at us, her likable face breaking out into a broad smile.
"Of course, go have fun," I said as Brooke ran her hand through my hair, squeezing some between her fingers.
My wife leaned down to kiss me. "I love you, honey."
"Love you too."
And just like that Brooke was stretching out, adjusting her tight black shorts, fixing the top a little around her boobs so that she looked perfect. I felt my heart beating a little faster, at the thought that she might actually go and take advantage of the sexual freedom I had given her.
"You should take off your wedding ring," I said.
Brooke smiled, tempted into a little sexy infidelity with her friend Peyton.
"Go on," I laughed, trying to lighten the mood, though my insides were all aflutter.
She laughed, and stepped toward me, giving me a glorious view of her trim body, all primed and ready for Peyton to lust over. "You're my favorite husband in the world, did I ever tell you that?"
I chuckled at the funny flattery, but inside it warmed me up to feel my wife's excitement, her love, her gratitude. Then I watched her scamper away. When Brooke stepped out onto the terrace, she was now carrying her sandals in her hand.
Soon she was joining her friend slipping her arms around the sexy blonde for a quick hug. I mean, damn, from over here Peyton's bikini looked so small, she almost seemed to be naked.
Now, the ladies didn't just laid there on their loungers, taking sun baths. They were actively smiling at each other, drinking their cocktails, sharing laughs. They were clearly flirting with each other. I just sat back in my chair, enjoying the sight in front of me.
I watched as they displayed themselves for the world, arching their backs and pushing out their chest, making sure I was getting my fill of eyeing up their bodies. The broad smiles they gave each other, the laughter I could hear all the way from the balcony.
It was harmless, a little pleasant flirtation though I found myself feeling all light-headed to watch them, my manhood throbbing between my thighs. I also found myself quietly hoping that one of them would make a move on the other. When my wife put a mischievous hand on Peyton's rear, I gasped.
My cell phone burbled, a new e-mail confirming the first script had been approved. I glanced at the subject line and put the cell aside.
The sun light meant that actually, I had a great view of what was going on there. Brooke and Peyton were sitting very close, chatting and laughing about something.
My cell trilled, interrupting. Reluctantly, I grabbed the phone, then flicked to read the message. Irrelevant information. I put the phone down.
The girls stifled their laughter, but then my wife stood up, shocking her friend by suddenly pulling her top up and over her head, dropping it on the tiles to leave it visible.
Another glance over at my wife, and she was pulling her shorts off, over her knees, down her calves and off past her ankles. I shivered, feeling a little light-headed to watch my wife standing there completely naked by the edge of the pool. Her beautiful face lit by her beaming smile.
Peyton giggled behind her at her bravado.
Then as though she'd been part of a swimming team, she raised her arms and dived into the pool. She swam across the bottom from deep towards shallow until the water was waist high.
More laughter when Brooke emerged from the water, turning back to look at Peyton as she ventured closer to the edge of the pool. Peyton was amazed at what my 'not-so-innocent' wife was doing.
"Come on, it's nice," She was urging Peyton.
Brooke reached up to grab the tile edge, the water playing around her naked breasts, she waited. The blonde flashed her eyes in delight at what her best friend was suggesting.
Peyton hesitated, maybe mulling over whether to dive in with Brooke, smiling a touch nervously and a whole lot excitedly.
"You're trouble," Peyton stated, slowly pulling up on the waistband of her bikini to make sure they were tight against her sex and that nice butt of hers.
Then the sexy blonde lifted her arms, echoing the movement of her best friend, and launched herself from the edge of the pool, hitting the water like a straight arrow, penetrating it and swimming through the depths to where my wife was standing.
Swimming this way and that to warm herself up, adjusting to the water's temperature, it wasn't long before Peyton was approaching Brooke, pulling her in for an embrace. I was riveted to the sight of my beautiful wife pulling the nice looking blonde to her, bouncing in the water, leaning in to kiss her.
God, oh God. This never got old.
I caught my breath. It was still a little startling that they really were lovers. I saw their mouths locked together, their hands wandering over each other's bodies. Then they broke apart, giggling. It burned me inside to see them together. They had irresistible chemistry, but it never felt like jealousy to me, just simple lust and envy, the need to be there with them, enjoying intimacy with two beautiful women.
Brooke bit her lip and then her fingers splayed over her friend's bikini and slowly began undressing the blonde. Peyton let out a series of squeals as Brooke's fingers did their work.
Wasting no time her hand touched Peyton's breasts and stiff nipples. I could hardly believe it, watching my naughty wife take Peyton's hard buds between her lips, one and then the other. I could see the blonde's hand move between her legs, stroking herself. It wasn't long before Brooke's hand replaced it.
I couldn't see all the details, it was like watching a sex scene in an NC-17 movie, there were the occasional breasts on show if you're lucky but that was about it. However, the fact that it was so forbidden what they were doing, made it extremely erotic to me. I could see Brooke's arm moving, and she had to have her fingers moving over Peyton's pussy. Peyton jerked, and writhed in the water, her lips opening to gasp for air. She was clearly very pleased with my wife's skills.
"Mmmm" Peyton sighed, talented fingers buried inside her.
These women were totally aware that I was able to look out and see what they were doing. The way they smiled and chuckled together made me suspect they liked this element of danger. Peyton was wincingly beautiful. To see her facial expression, titling her head back and eyes closing made me so fascinated at my wife's capabilities and pulling power.
Jesus. My heart was thumping so loud in my chest as I watched them, then the two lovers parted, and they were simply giggling at how insane this was, how brave and stupid we all were.
Peyton kissed my wife, and then swam away. Brooke gave chase and then when she came to a stop down the other end of the pool, close to Peyton, things descended into a water fight. Then they were kissing again. This time, Peyton caught the brunette, and lifted her. I could see both her hands wedged between Brooke's thighs, pressing against her sex. They were chatting and laughing in hushed voices, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
Brooke squealed as Peyton suddenly dropped her, a high-pitched sound escaping her mouth. For a little while, the two of them were just swimming around again, diving under the surface and reappearing, fooling around.
I needed to document this moment. It was vital for the fate of the world, I thought to myself. I reached for my phone and flicked it to life. Loading up the camera app, I leaned back a little and held it between me and the girls, pointing the camera down at the action.
I watched as both girls climbed out at the steps, Brooke went first then offered her hand to pull Peyton. She accepted and soon they were standing in front of the pool, not far away from me at all, kissing each other, their bodies glistening with the water, Brooke's hand sliding all over Peyton's body, dipping between her thighs again.
My wife kissed her lover, fondled her breasts, caressed her sex, and then the blonde echoed her movement. Two beautiful nymphs, loving the camera. Smiling at how wicked this whole thing was.
After a while they moved to the nearest sun lounger, Brooke lowered the back so that the long couch was flat and then Peyton moved into position, shifting around until she was comfortable on the cushion material of their new improvised bed.
Brooke was sitting at the foot of the lounger, a big smile stretched across her face. Peyton stood in front of her, somehow looking gracefully shy despite her nudity.
Brooke turned to Peyton, reaching up to draw herself into the blonde's lap.
"Let's give him a show" Brooke whispered.
Her friend smiled.
She brushed a strand of golden hair from Peyton's eyes. The two ladies seemed to turn to give me the perfect profile of their faces. Brooke closed the gap, kissing Peyton before the blonde lost her nerve.
I will never get tired of watching my wife making out with Peyton. I loved how their beautiful curves complimented one another. Brooke kissed Peyton gently at first, just lips to lips. They alternated their kisses, tilting their heads left, then right, then left again, checking on each other between each kiss. Their eyes remained closed, ready for the next touch. When Brooke pushed her tongue into the blonde's mouth, she accepted it enthusiastically, her own tongue unfolding to greet it.
Brooke pulled back and looked into Peyton's eyes, breathing a few words. Peyton nodded, ever so slightly, then looked over at me, reminding herself that they were not alone. She winked to the camera.
Brooke licked her lips and slid out of her friends's lap. She leaned Peyton back and moved down to push her face between the blonde's thighs, so that she might indulge her lover in a little oral service.
Peyton moaned, stiffening as Brooke dipped her head between her legs and ran her tongue across her bare shaven mound.
My wife looked up. "You taste so good".
"Oh… My… God," Peyton whispered when Brooke's mouth returned to her pussy. From my angle, I could see every shocking detail. Brooke curled her tongue along Peyton's slit, pushing it deep before gently dragging it up and across her engorged clit.
"Mmmm" Peyton moaned, filling her hands with her soft tits. Brooke was pressing her face against the softness of Peyton's pussy, licking and kissing it. Peyton was smiling as she stroked my wife's hair and the hand she was using to touch her thighs.
It was a marvelous sight, and though I was excluded, I felt a strong desire to just watch, avoid interrupting them, allow my wife to do as she wished with this beautiful creature in their midst. They were not the slightest bit distracted by me as I sat there simply watching and filming.
Brooke kissed over her friend's mound and cuddled against her pussy. This time I couldn't see the important details, Peyton's thigh was blocking my view, but it was obvious what Brooke was doing. And there was nothing hesitant about it, my wife was really going to town on her best friend, Peyton's hand roughly on her head to encourage her.
My God!
I stepped back for a second, panting a little. My cock was hard as rock, and I felt light-headed, perhaps I was suffering from a shortage of blood supply to the brain.
I leaned forward, to look over again. I admired my wife's behind as she continued her beat. It looked very round and firm, that perfect shape was very tempting. I examined her closely with the camera, careful not to drop the phone.
"Fuck yessss… please… don't stoooop…" I saw my wife lapping at Peyton's pussy. I saw her slide her fingers inside her friend as she licked and sucked on her, and I could appreciate what she was doing by the way Peyton moved, the way she jostled and writhed on that lounger. My guess was that my wife was still more of an expert in this than Peyton was, though the two seemed so practiced together.
"Ohhh," Peyton moaned. Brooke consumed her with no restrictions, almost suffocating as she gorged on her wetness. My lovely wife was loving it, and reveled in making Peyton cum with her mouth.
"I'm cummin… ahhh" Peyton finally tipped over the edge, her body shuddering and shaking with the power of her climax, her hands now pushing Brooke's face away from her pussy.
That was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. Another proof confirming that my lovely wife really had entered into an intimate and sexual relationship with a woman. Brooke raised up from her place between Peyton's thighs. My wife herself was recovering her breath, tucking her hair back between her ear, leaning forward to kiss Peyton's mouth tenderly.
"Thank you," Peyton said before Brooke pulled back, sitting on her ankles to watch her friend crest. She had the look of pure fulfilment. Job well done.
Then they looked at me. Their next challenge?
My phone interrupted my daydream. After several rings, I answered. It was one of my business partners, Netflix was interested but they wanted to reschedule the conference call. He urged me to read his last e-mail.
I skimmed the message in question. Good news. I forwarded to the writer.
We're back in business. Send me the details of what you worked out. I'll call you tonight to go over the details. Don't ring me unless it's very important. I don't want to be disturbed unless something really dreadful happens.
I dropped the phone aside. As the e-mail was flying its way through the airwaves, I glanced down, and there was nobody down by the pool.
Then the door of the balcony banged open, and there was Brooke. She was completely naked but along with her sandals she was also carrying her top and shorts, rather than wearing it. I watched as she wandered through the small balcony, she dropped her stuff on the table next to the phone, beaming at me.
"You were filming, uh?" She flashed white teeth as she walked towards me.
"Uh-huh." I stood, leaned against the balcony railing with my back to the pool.
"Good" My wife gave me a mischievous grin, obviously approving my taste for beautiful erotic art.
I smiled back to her and then I drew her to me, she put her arms around my shoulders for support and I kissed her mouth. I breathed in the scent of chlorine, but the piercing tang was nothing compared to the taste of another woman on her mouth. My heart was threatening to jump out of my body. My hands sweeping all over her back.
"You had a good time with Peyton?" I asked her as I kissed her ear and neck, my hands trailing down her body to her pert behind.
"Of course," she said, another smile. "Can't you tell?"
She held my face and kissed me hard. We were sucking on each other's lips with vigor, tongues sliding in each other's mouths, sharing the lingering traces of Peyton's wetness.
"You're a naughty girl," I said, and then added, "What will her husband think?"
"The question is, what does my husband think?" Brooke reached down and rubbed my shaft through my pants.
"You know exactly what I think," I told her, and she beamed since the stiffness of my dick was all she needed to know about my thoughts on the subject.
"I see," She responded and then turned so that her ass was facing me, offering the angle that always got my attention before pushing herself back against me.
"You certainly liked being her slut." I shrugged grabbing her hair into a ponytail and drawing her neck in to kiss it playfully.
"Uh-uh" she sighed, feeling my teeth sink into the delicate flesh around her neck. She felt my warm tongue against her skin and her behind shifted against my body. My hard cock pressed against the curves of her smooth derrière and I moaned softly.
"Mmmm" Brooke moaned while she moved her hips so she could graze her ass against my shaft.
Brooke cleared her throat and majestically turned around to face me with one hand on my chest. She shrugged and tilted one hip out so that I was further tortured by the curves of her tight little body.
Just then we heard the door creak open and light footsteps. It was Peyton, she wore a towel that barely covered her body. She looked sweet and sexy at the same time. She stepped up to me and gently collected my head in her hands. We drew close. Our lips parted. I caught the flash of pink tongue before we came together.
Brooke watched the slow, open-mouthed kiss with a naughty smile. Every few seconds, one of us would shift and she'd catch a glimpse of our tongues swirling.
My fingers moved to Peyton's hips, my fists clutching at the soft towel. The blonde retreated a little, pulling her head back. I followed her, dipping close. Her fingers curled through my dark hair. I was uncomfortably hard, and pretty sure I wasn't the only one aroused. We broke apart, my chests rising and falling rapidly. Peyton let out a nervous laugh, which was shared by Brooke.
Then Peyton scooped my cell phone from the table and walked back to where she came from.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I thought Lucas might like a preview of what's coming next!" Peyton said, posing in the doorway with a smile on her face. This little devil was all excited to watch the pornographic footage and share it with her husband.
"I can't wait to hear what he thinks." Brooke said, grinning wickedly.
Peyton did a quick spin leaving me and my wife alone again.
"What's coming next?" I whispered.
Her hand slid down along my stomach and her fingers softly massaged my erection through my pants. "I think she wants to suck your cock on camera… just like I do." Those words shocked me but only for a moment. I loved how wild and confident my wife felt about all the extracurricular activities that were now a part of our eccentric sex life.
"It's only for you, babe… until you tell me otherwise." I took her in my arms and kissed her, my tongue drove forward, simulating what my dick wanted to do to her, our tongues dancing in lust.
She moaned as I pulled her to me, my hands swarming over her behind.
"You look so hot, honey. Remember the first time you posed for the camera?"
"How could I forget? I loved being your model." I kissed my hot wife one last time, and allowed her to step away, beaming a touch anxiously and a whole lot excitedly.
"It showed, trust me."
(Flashback)…
Thank you for reading.
This chapter was short, but I warn in advance of the kinky smut that is to come. Hope you enjoy. :)
Chapter 12: 100% complete, just editing to go. It's a flashback to the day Brooke and Julian made their first sex tape. Julian's POV. I'll post it soon.
Chapter 13: 15% complete. The story picks up after where this chapter ended. Brooke, Julian, Peyton and a camera. Brooke's POV.