A sexy new duo has entered

From Torg Adventure

Two women who looked like Amazonian goddesses were taking the same approach to the party as Lisa and I recently had. Having an unobstructed view of the patio's entrance from where I was perched, I had noticed the taller of the two as soon as she opened the wooden fence's gate, even though she still had a few steps to climb to reach the deck. She was hard to ignore, looking to be just shy of six feet with exotically chiselled features framed by a thick mane of raven black hair. Her friend stepped inside the gate just behind her. She was a couple inches shorter, her hair light brown and very straight and long, with sun-streaked highlights. Her features seemed a little softer as I watched her turn to her friend and smile and laugh at something the taller woman had said.

As the new entrants stepped onto the deck, I got quite an eyeful. Both women looked like they could be fitness trainers. Their bodies looked nothing short of perfection in the minimal outfits they wore. Of course, they had deep, even, tans. Maybe they were the new spray-on tans that were supposed to be the rage at the health clubs. Both had large sets of boobs.The smaller woman's bounced unchecked under the her open-to-the-navel white blouse. The taller beauty's were restrained by a black string bikini top that seemed full to bursting with the generous mounds of titflesh. Most of their legs were revealed, below the denim miniskirt of the shorter one and the small black wrap of the raven-haired minx.The latter's low-rise bikini still managed to be revealed over the top of the triangularly folded wrap.

As the two bounded down the pressure-treated wood planks like runway models in their high-heeled strappy sandals, I was surprised they didn't capture more of the male eyes they passed on their way to Jeri at the patio's bar. They did exchange pleasantries with the various couples they made contact with on their way to the bar. I guess if they were invited here, everybody was already used to seeing them dressed this way, and it didn't make as much of an impact. I shrugged to myself and took another deep drink from my pilsner glass. For some reason, my throat felt awfully parched.

The Major League game had finished while I had been eyeing the new entrants and had been replaced by a girls' softball game. 'Gee, those college girls are darn cute' I thought as I glanced at the tube. Before play started, I turned to see what my lovely wife was up to.

Lisa was just getting up off one of the deck's benches where she had been chatting and had apparently been invited to join some of the ladies in the jacuzzi. I watched as her sexy lithe body was revealed in the white bikini she had on under the tee and shorts she had just doffed.

I looked to the sky. The afternoon sun was at it's most intense. Sitting in the tub with the wife in one hand and a cold one in the other sounded like the perfect way to kill some time until Tom called us to the grille. Just after I finished off the beer in my glass and was about to head to the bar for a refill on my way to the jacuzzi, I noticed the clenched hands between the two aerobicized beauties. I blinked my hands a couple of times to make sure I wasn't seeing things, and saw them not only holding hands, but the shorter one had one finger outside of the clasping hands and was rubbing the back of the other's hand affectionately. Something told me they were holding hands all this time and I was too busy checking out their tits and asses to notice.

I lifted my gaze back to their faces to somehow confirm what I was witnessing and found the two beauties staring right at me. With big smiles.

Further focusing on the scene, I saw Jeri between them, on the other side of the bar. The tall Nordic blonde was pointing her index finger right at me and smiling brightly.

Confounded and feeling trapped, I tipped my empty glass non-committally towards them and smiled back.

Apparently, my gesture was taken to mean I was asking for a refill. I saw Jeri reach for another pilsner glass and fill it from the tap built into the portable bar, expertly letting the foamy amber brew hit the side of the glass and run down into the bottom.

I saw the taller of the two grab the glass with her free hand as they prepared to leave the bar, a wine glass fizzing in each's long fingers.

I swallowed hard as I saw they were headed my way. As much as I had enjoyed the view earlier, I wasn't prepared for such a visit. My legs trembled a little under my stool. Fortunately, the deck partition that served as a table was hiding that fact. That and a nervous, but excited, twitching hardon.

"There you go, Steve. One fresh cervesa!" The raven-haired lovely smiled as she set the drink down before me without having spilled a drop.

I looked into those big brown eyes of hers and seemed to find something familiar about her face, though I couldn't place what it was.

I smiled sheepishly and thanked her as I pulled the glass closer to me.

"I wasn't really requesting a drink," I tried to explain. "You and Jeri were looking at me as I looked your way, and.."

"I'll get rid of this," the shorter woman interrupted, excusing herself as she took the empty glass back to Jeri.

"Don't worry about it, honey!" the dark-haired beauty smiled reassuringly, placing her handsomely manicured hand over the one I had on the tabletop.

The contact was electric. Boy, how much trouble am I going to be in if I'm caught with these two, lesbians or not!

The smaller woman now rejoined us, leaning on the tabletop with her friend.

The taller one continued. "Jeri had just mentioned that you had brought our favorite wine for spritzers to the party and we'd thought we'd take the opportunity to introduce ourselves. We live down at the end of the cul-de-sac. I'm Samantha.." she said, putting her hand near her collarbone. I tried not to follow those fingers as they danced near the top of her pressed together cleavage.

"And I'm Carly!" joined in the other, offering her hand. I shook it gently.

"..But you can call me Sam," the raven-haired sexpot finished.

"Well, actually, my wife Lisa picked the wine," I let them know, making sure the duo knew I was married, if the ring on the finger before them wasn't any indication.

'Sam and Carly' I thought. Why does that sound so familiar?

"Oh, really?" Sam perked, turning around to look where most of the women had congregated. "Which one is she?"

I looked to the jacuzzi.

"See the little brunette in the white bikini?" I asked, pointing towards my wife. "That's her!" I said with no little bit of pride.

Carly had turned in that direction as well. Both turned back to me at the same time.

"She's very cute, Steve," Sam smiled. "So why are you over here? Have a fight?"

I looked back at Sam, realized why she looked familiar, why her name and Carly's stuck in my head.

"No, no," I smiled back, trying to laugh it off as I felt even more ill at ease sitting with these two. "As a matter of fact, I was just heading over there." I was glad Lisa had yet to notice me drinking with them.

Carly's attention drifted to the form of the softball pitcher on the large screen television as she sipped her spritzer as Sam tried to continue the conversation I so desperately was trying to remove myself from.

"You just moved in right next door, huh?" She asked, trying to look over the fence , standing on the stool rungs. "The one with the pool?"

"Uh huh," I simply answered, afraid of the direction this might be heading.

"I think you might have met my..our daughter Jenni last night."

I gulped. I knew I had met her .. and more.

How do I get out of this one.. or do I?