The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

“Since I’ve slept with both of you?” I guessed.

“Seen us both naked before. I wasn’t thinking of the sex part.”

“Sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay. Marci’s telling me stories about you two.”

“Ah-ho.”

“No. It’s fine. I’m a big girl. I can handle it. We agreed you’re a hottie in bed.”

“Good to know,” I said. “So, Marci’s a little ahead of you on the striptease.”

“I know. I’m getting there.”

“You still don’t have to, you know,” I meant it, but also hoped she still wanted to. My strategy was not to push, knowing it was best to let her get there at her own pace, though I wasn’t sure if I was overplaying that hand.

“I know, I just need to ease into it,” she said, smiling. She paused for a moment, then continued. “I like this, having fun this way. Why not? I mean, it’s for us, right?”

“I’ll say it again. Yes, it’s for us.”

“Whatever happens?” She asked. That statement made me very curious, but Marci joined us before I could reply.

“Hey, Ryan, remember these puppies?” Marci held up her boobs and laughed. “You getting cold feet in here, Susan? I was afraid you weren’t coming back.”

“No, we’re just talking. The drinks are ready. Ryan, are you sure you don’t want to just join us now? Are we being silly? I’m not sure anymore.”

“Of course we’re being silly. That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? I’ll come out in a little bit. You two go ahead.”

They returned to the deck and I mounted the stairs with a fresh espresso.

Marci and Susan were having a great time. The drinks, though light, were a contributing factor. After a few more minutes, Susan unhooked her bra and tossed it to the deck. Not to be outdone, Marci lifted her bottom to pull off her panties. This gave me an immediate erection. It was frankly aching with appreciation. Seeing Marci fully nude, her nice, full bush, her lovely breasts—I couldn’t help but feel fortunate for having known them so intimately. For a good time, Marci’s treasure had been mine alone to enjoy. I hadn’t kept track of her dating life after our split and now felt jealous of anyone else now permitted to see her body, whoever they may be. The jab of a very tiny but also very sharp knife turned in my gut.

Susan being topless but still in her panties, rather than a suit bottom, also registered painfully. She had a lovely, full vulva and the way her panties curved over their mounds always struck me as deliciously erotic. To imagine Greg looking over and seeing this intimate aspect of my wife, the way her panties fit over her lovely center, her magical flower, filled me with a peculiar melange of lust and jealousy.

Marci leaned forward, pulled on the headrest to unhook it from its catch, then lowered it all the way down as Susan stood and removed her panties, thus removing the question of whether she’d go ‘all the way’. They both laid on their stomachs, exposing their beautiful and pert derrières, and I was starting to feel maniacally possessive of them both. Any other man seeing these two lovely naked women would be tempted to change his life trajectory, just as my father had said in the hospital.

I sipped my espresso musing on my luck, barely noticing the activity in my peripheral vision. A movement caught my attention. It was Greg, on his deck, sunbathing in shorts. The women were now pointed semi-sideways to his direction as they were following the sun across the deck. Susan would be able to see him in her peripheral vision too.

I felt a rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, Marci was up again and crossing the deck naked. She disappeared into the house. I heard the guest bath door closing downstairs as my phone rang beside me. It was Susan. I hadn’t thought of that, of our having communication capabilities.

I picked up my phone.

“So, enjoying the view?” asked Susan, sounding mildly tipsy. She laughed. I was sure she was still unaware of Greg’s presence next door.

“Yes I am, honey. Congratulations. You’re a nudist.”

“It’s fun. You should join us.”

“What about our experiment?”

“I’ve been thinking about that.”

“Yeah?”

“It seems silly now, don’t you think?”

“I already acknowledged that in the kitchen. Anyway, there’s no point worrying about it now. Plus, who cares?”

“You’re right… Marci and I are having a blast. You really should come down.”

“In a bit.”

“Okay.” We hung up. I heard Marci leave the downstairs bath and head to the backyard, still naked of course. I watched Greg. As Marci moved across the deck, I saw his eyes following her, but she gave no sign of noticing him. She got to the chaise and laid down, this time on her back, and Susan rolled over. There was no question they had Greg’s attention. He seemed riveted. I could have drawn a straight line from his eyeballs to their backsides.

Now what?

Chapter 12: Oh My God

THINGS GET A LITTLE WEIRD

I went downstairs and made a gin and tonic. The pitcher of margaritas was with the women and I wasn’t ready to join them. I now knew Greg was enjoying his view of Susan and Marci naked and had to figure out how I felt about it. Theory only gets you so far, and facts are harder to come to terms with.

At that moment, my neighbor, recently divorced, was staring at my naked wife and naked ex-girlfriend. He was getting a twofer as it were. The week before he’d stood two feet from my wife in her underwear, which she earlier reprised before removing it. What could be going on in his head?

If it had been me, say, before Greg was divorced, meeting his wife in the backyard, she in her underwear, I would have been elated. I probably wouldn’t have surmised it was an accident. I would simply have felt his wife felt comfortable being with me that way. These days, why not? With the internet, everyone was vulnerable