It all started in my last year of junior school when, like adolescent boys tend to do, I had a crush on a girl in my class. Living in the same small village, our families had known each other for years and Andrea Jones definitely knew I liked her. But, for some reason that my juvenile brain couldn’t fathom, she wasn’t interested in being a girlfriend, not even as we progressed through secondary school together. She’d occasionally flirt with me — but that was it.
After secondary school, I moved away to college and we lost touch. Life moved on. I finished college, started working, and ten years later, I got engaged. The marriage lasted only five years and I moved back in with my mum for a short time before getting my own place.
It was while decorating my house that I received a message on a social media site from someone called Andrea Gates. I didn’t recognise the name but when I checked her profile I realised it was Andrea from school. I was stunned to hear from her after all these years but I made contact and we messaged each other for a few weeks.
I found out that her dad, having been made redundant, had set up his own business with his payout and was now worth millions. What a success! Andrea was married with two kids, aged ten and eight, but was going through a divorce and she’d moved in with her parents. No problem there — they had an eight-bedroom house topped off with a pool and hot tub.
Oddly enough, it was the swimming pool that brought us together again. I asked Andrea if she’d like to meet up and she invited me over one Friday evening, telling me to bring swimwear. My life was about to take an unexpected turn.
A taxi dropped me off around seven and Andrea answered the door wearing a bikini and a short translucent wrap. She hadn’t really changed much over the years. Her light brown hair was still shoulder-length and her curvy but firm figure suggested she went to the gym. After a brief hug in greeting, she led me inside and we sat next to each other on a sofa.
I looked through a picture window at the expansive grounds. “Where is everyone?” I asked.
"Ah,” Andrea said, “my dad has taken the kids to their dad for me and mum is in the hot tub.”
She asked if I would like a drink and, after producing a cold beer, we chatted until I’d finished drinking. Then she explained that I could change into my swimwear in the bathroom and join her and her mum around the pool area.
In the bathroom, I closed the door but didn’t bother locking it. I’d removed my T-shirt and just stepped out of my jeans when I was surprised to feel hands on my back. I went to turn around but two insistent hands pressed to keep me stationary and a command, “No, stay still,” stopped me. Then, swiftly, my boxer shorts were pulled down and a hand gripped my penis.
‘Wow, Andrea is definitely a different woman,’ I thought and closed my eyes to savour the sensual stroking of my growing erection. When I felt lips on the tip of my cock, I looked down and saw… Andrea’s mother on her knees, sucking my spongy helmet.
“Good God, Mrs Jones,” I blurted.
She stopped sucking and smiled up at me. “Don’t worry, it’s all part of our family fun,” she said and stood to whisper in my ear, “Please, call me Rachel. And, be aware, I want you deep inside me later.” With a wink and cheeky grin, she left.
I took a minute or two to recover some composure and consider what had just happened. And what might be about to happen. I shook my head, a smile on my lips, and pulled on my trunks, hoping that Andrea wouldn’t notice the bulge down there.
When I walked outside, I had another shock. Andrea’s sister Sally, her guy Richard, and Mr and Mrs Jones all sat in the hot tub.
“Hi, Mark,” said Mr Jones brightly. “Are you going to join us in here?”
I was still conscious of my semi-erection and I hoped nobody could see it. They’d think I was some sort of pervert. “Thank you, Mr Jones,” I said, turning my back on the hot tub, “but I think I’ll swim a few lengths first.”
After I’d completed two lengths, Andrea appeared in the water alongside me. “I’ve been watching, you’re a good swimmer,” she said. “I think you’d enjoy one of our favourite family challenges.”
“Really? What sort of challenge is that?”
“A race over four lengths of the pool. The loser has to strip naked,” she said, grinning, ”and the winner stays in the pool to race the next challenger.”
I blinked. This was turning into quite an unusual evening. “Okay, let’s do it,” I said and Andrea murmured, “Go,” and pushed off on her first length.
It seemed Andrea thought she could win by cheating, making that early start, and I would have to strip. But her breaststroke was no match for my front crawl. I quickly picked up speed and closed the gap, winning by some distance.
Andrea said nothing but got out of the pool and stripped, completing a couple of twirls to show off beautiful breasts and a trim landing strip. I blushed.
Richard was next in the pool and I won again. Off came his shorts, exposing a semi-hard cock.
I laughed. “Come on then, who’s next?”
Rachel climbed out the hot tub — “That’ll be me” —and joined me in the pool. I allowed her half-a-length start but easily won.
Mrs Jones revealed perky tits, particularly impressive and alluring for a woman I guessed was in her late fifties. I stared with mounting interest as she peeled off her bikini briefs and automatically licked my lips when I saw her smooth, shaven pussy. Rachel winked at me again and I felt the heat rising in my cheeks. That wasn’t all that was rising.
Sally then climbed into the pool. Four years older than her sister and me, she had long dark frizzy hair and her slim figure was clad in a one-piece swimsuit. “I used to swim for the county team,” she said.
