Underwater Acrobatics

After a few hours of being agitated from witnessing Jenny and Mick indulge in another heated argument, the girls had finally fallen asleep in their mothers embrace. This had become routine, Mick would walk out on them at any given opportunity, chasing tails and booze at every street corner. Had it not been for her daughters, Jenny would have left him a long time ago. They needed their father though, so she needed to be strong for them.

Careful to not wake the kids up, Jenny propped herself up on her elbows to take a peek at the window close to the bed. There was no sight of her husband driving down the street, as she assumed, but something else caught her attention. John and Christine walked hand in hand towards the pool on the backyard of the big, luxurious house they all had been staying in.

She watched with curious eyes as Christine lifted her shirt up, revealing her bare chest as she tossed the garment on the man in front of her. John just nodded at his wife and stood still, and she removed her pants and shoes in a hurry.

He playfully whistled at the marvelous sight, and the blonde woman shushed him as quickly as possible.

"Damn it John, keep it quiet."

She looked up at all the windows on the wall that faced the pool area, just to make sure no one had been disrupted by their noises. Her gaze found Jenny's, and her instant reaction was to flash her friend an apologetic smile.

Jenny responded with a forced half grin before deciding to cut the awkward moment short by lying back on the mattress. She attempted to focus her mind on anything else other than catching her friends in what would obviously end in a good old pool fucking session. However. the thoughts were more persistent than she wished, and she found herself yearning for a chance to be floating around in the water with someone.

Anyone would do, really. With the way Mick had been denying her of her needs lately, any sort of intimate situation would be enough to set her body on fire. That's the excuse she repeated to herself to explain why Christine's striking hot body kept popping into her mind.

The brunette had grown quite frustrated, much more so than she was comfortable with while being around her children. Jenny moved slowly out of bed and stepped out of the room. She walked to the kitchen, hoping to find some alcohol for that numbing effect she craved right now. What she couldnt resist was to take a glimpse at the couple outside from the living rooms glass doors.

John was sat on the edge of the pool, pants pushed down and head tilted back. She couldn't see Christine, but she had an accurate guess of what the other woman was doing. Despite her mind telling her to move before she was caught, the brunette approached the sliding doors. Within seconds she heard the man grunting before collapsing on the ground under him. The blonde woman then popped up by his side, arms crossed over the edge of the pool as she chatted with her husband. Once again her blue eyes met Jenny's brown ones.

Jenny felt her whole body shaking as Christine motioned for her to come closer. She did so, sliding the doors open and taking small steps towards the pool. Her gaze was still firmly locked with the other woman, so much she didnt even notice John hurriedly tucking his cock back in his pants and sitting up again.

"Are you okay, darling?" Christine questioned as her friend looked down at her.

"Not exactly," was all Jenny managed to say.

"You look like you need to relax," the blonde suggested with a cocked eyebrow. "Why dont you join me?"

"My bathing suit is upstairs."

"So is mine," she eloquently put.

Jenny stared at the man nearby before raising her eyes back to Christine.