I've mentioned Mary, one of my old GF's more than once in stories, and frankly I often think she's the one I should have married, but..... Reconnecting with her post-divorce was still fun, and not much has changed in our dynamic. She still likes messy play, the top half has not yest succumbed to the effects of gravity, and she's still an exhibitionist of sorts, especially after a couple drinks.

There's not been a single trip to Florida over the years when we haven't gotten together and at least once or more gone to the beach fully clothed, ended up in a hotel pool, or had some messy fun at home. Occasionally she'll get a piece of residential real estate to handle instead of the usual commercial properties, and if it's unoccupied and has a pool, she can get very creative. So much so, that one day she had her office assistant Marci pick me up to meet her for lunch, and we went to one of these properties so she could check it out and write up the listing.

"Official business" she told me when I asked why they were both in black slacks, green turtlenecks and company blazers, when I said I felt like I was at a corporate interview at lunch. "We'll take the jackets off" she told me as they were peeling them off and hanging them on their chairs. "Great" I thought as I'm sitting there staring at two big racked women with their nipples protruding through the fabric of their tight, ribbed turtlenecks. She knew it without me mentioning a word, and I swear that every time either of them moved, they pushed their tits out intentionally, and both certainly added a strut to their walk when they went to the ladies room - and everyone in the place noticed them.

Lunch ended without incident and off we went to the property, 20 minutes away. We did the "walk through" inspection of every room, Marci dutifully carrying a clipboard and recording comments and conditions, and Mary taking a ton of pictures from every angle. Then it was outside - the approach, the driveway, landscaping, side views, street view, and then to the fenced in backyard. They followed the same routine, including inside the pool house and utility shed that housed the filter, electrical panel, etc. The next move blew me away because it was so unexpected.

After taking pictures of the pool and giving Marci the narrative, Mary slipped off her heels and started walking down the steps in the pool, still dictating a description. Nonchalantly, she just descended the steps until the water hit the hem of her jacket and then walked out until it was deep enough to tread water. I think I commented something like "WTF?" and Marci told me they had to be very thorough.

She barely finished speaking when Mary yelled to her "Go check the diving board, I forgot that" and Marci dutifully walked around the pool to the deeper end, took several pictures from different angles, and then put her clipboard and camera on a small table and kicked off her shoes. Mary looked at me with a grin, while Marci didn't even make eye contact. She just walked to the board, stepped up on it, and with a couple quick steps and a bounce, dove into the pool. When she surfaced, she yelled to Mary "Boards fine!"

I was laughing and commenting and Mary just looked at me and said "Well?" and I got it. Shoes off, wallet out of my pocket, and up on the board I went in jeans and a rugby shirt and into the pool, surfacing between the two of them. "Well, the board seems to work fine" Mary said to me, "Marci don't forget to note that". "Yes ma'am" she replied as she worked her way towards us and they both giggled.

About the time we all got within arms reach, both peeled off their jackets, balled them up and threw them to the side of the pool. "There ya go babe" Mary said to me. "Did you ever think that part of your birthday present would be swimming with 2 big-titted bitches in tight sweaters in the middle of the winter?" I don't think I even answered other than smiling, but the closed in on me and started rubbing their tits against me and groping me everywhere. Then the first hand went to the crotch of my jeans and Mary pronounced "He's hard!" They closed in further, grinding and rubbing me through my wet jeans and commenting about making me cum in my pants. "Ready Marci?" she asked. "Yup, sure am" was the response as they wrapped themselves around me, still groping away. Suddenly, I noticed Marci close her eyes, and a smile come over Marys' face as the water around me immediately warmed up. "There's the ice tea you bought us for lunch" Mary giggled to me as she rubbed me harder and kissed my neck. Both of them were working me with their hands and could feel that I was almost ready, and rubbed harder and faster. It didn't take long until with twitching and muscles contracting, I let out a groan and emptied my balls into my jeans. As it ended they "High fived" each other, shouting out "Success!" in unison.

We swam around for a few more minutes, and now relaxed, I felt my bladder ready to explode. "Can I let it go here for you?" I asked Mary. "Nope, I got that taken care of" she said as I just looked at her trying to figure it out. "Let's get out" she said, and the 3 of us headed for the ladder. Out and dripping off, she asked me if I still had "That issue" and I said "Yes". "My personal assistant will take care of that for you" she said.

"Marci, will you please relieve my friend?" "Yes Ma'am" came the response as Marci took me by the hand and led me to the grass. She began to knead my crotch, and asked if I preferred to let in go in my jeans or elsewhere. "Elsewhere" was my response, "Do you have a suggestion?" I asked her, wondering what was next. Without a word, she unzipped my jeans and pulled me out, as she went to her knees in the grass. "Is this a sufficient "elsewhere"? she asked as she giggled and pushed her two boobs together. Probably a tad shocked at this unexpected turn of events in broad daylight, it took me a few seconds or more to relax, and then I emptied myself onto the front of her sweater as she giggled almost uncontrollably. When I was done, she reached up, took hold and gave it a kiss, no doubt taking in the last drops, and dutifully tucked it back into my jeans. I looked at her and said "Thank you!" and she replied with "No, thank you Sir, it was my pleasure!". From behind me I heard Mary say "Thank you Marci, you may flush now, and as I turned to see her, Mary stood there with a big smile and the camera in her hand. She had been taking pictures through the whole thing, and suddenly brought the camera up once more as Marci dove into the pool to "flush".

She took a few more pictures of Marci soaking wet, and then we laid in the hot sun for a bit to drip off and dry a little. Their jackets, remarkably dried off quickly when hung on the fence, and a quick trip to the bathroom for hair brushing and a little makeup left little evidence of what had happened. I, on the other hand was wearing heavier cotton clothes so the best I got was really damp, as opposed to soaked, before we left.

By the time we got to Mary's house, the two of them had been talking on their cell phones and decided we were going out that night after 8. Mary and I snuck off to her bedroom for sex while Marci straightened up her clothes and makeup and headed to her own house a few blocks away to get rested up and ready to go out.

The first part of my birthday surprise was a surprise indeed, but it wasn't over by any means.
(to be continued)