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of the president of the company where I work. He had invited fifteen people from the company, and a few key suppliers, for a formal dinner. As my wife, Sharon, and I discovered, the president’s home is very big. Among its luxuries are an enclosed swimming pool, a whirlpool, sauna and steamroom, a game room and bar, plus a gymnasium with a basketball court and an exercise room.
    After dinner, our host announced that the house would be open for any activities we desired.
    Sharon and I went out to the pool. There were people swimming already, and two couples were in the whirlpool. Swimsuits were available in the dressing rooms. I put on a pair of bikini briefs and waited for Sharon, who soon emerged in a white, halter-style maillot that was cut low between her breasts and in back, it barely covered her ass. Sitting in the whirlpool, we made small talk with the others. The men seemed to pay a lot of attention to us, and I soon noticed why. Sharon’s suit was virtually transparent when wet—her tits and pussy were plainly visible. I couldn’t blame them for gawking—Sharon is twenty-six, five-foot-seven, one hundred and six pounds; her measurements are 34-22-34, with a C-cup bra.
    After we hurriedly left the pool, Sharon put a towel around her and sat on a chaise lounge. In a few minutes, her suit was dry and opaque again. I asked if there were other suits available. “None that fit me,” she said.
    I went to get some drinks, and when I returned, I saw a woman running topless around the edge of the pool. A few men and women were swimming nude. Sharon was standing in the water with some men. When she came out of the pool to get her drink, she didn’t bother to put on a towel—she just stood and drank, while everyone who was interested watched. I asked Sharon what I had missed while I was at the bar. She said that there were no more bathing suits, and some people were swimming in their underwear, and some were naked. Sharon also said that Ray, a man in the pool, had already given her a drink. She then swigged down the one that I had brought her. “I’m just starting to feel really good,” she said. “Would you mind getting me another drink before we go swimming?”
    Just as I returned, Sharon and Ray walked out of a cabana. She said that she’d had to go to the washroom, and that Ray had guarded the door for her. All this time, the pool kept filling up with people, until there were more naked and half-naked people than ones wearing swimsuits.
    Sharon and I entered the pool together, but before long, we became separated. When I finally located her, she was standing in the shallow water with Ray and two other men. I could see her tits and nipples through her suit from the other side of the pool, so I could easily imagine the marvelous view that those three guys had. Suddenly, Ray kissed her and started squeezing and playing with her breasts. As I was about to swim over to Sharon, a naked woman tapped my shoulder and said that I was “it,” because I was wearing a bathing suit. She said I had to remove my suit and then tag someone else who had one on. She pulled my suit down to my thighs, and watched me as I took it all the way off. I was swimming toward Sharon when another lady, with a suit on, passed me. I tore off her suit and told her the rules.
    As I started swimming again, a woman grabbed my prick and said that her name was Jane and she wanted to fuck. At the same time, Sharon was leaving the pool with the three men. Her suit was stretched out of shape, so that one tit was completely exposed to the night air.
    As Jane wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, I started fucking her like wild. She was kissing my face, licking my ears and pulling my hair as I squeezed her tits and pumped my cock into her like crazy.
    While enjoying my aquatic fuck with Jane, I saw Sharon sitting on the chaise lounge. Ray and the other two men stood in front of her. She pulled down Ray’s swimsuit. She grasped his