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

to being seen naked or in their underwear, and fewer and fewer seemed to mind. His then wife could have thought it was no big deal.

What would my final takeaway have been after seeing Greg’s wife in her bra and panties in broad daylight? I would probably have felt something like lucky me and have warm feelings towards our uninhibited age.

Or would I had read some intention into it? Would I think she was coming on to me? I decided that would not have been the case. Susan made no overt moves on Greg, at least as far as I knew. They’d merely chatted like neighbors.

Now, if a week later, I’d seen Greg’s then wife sunbathing nude in their backyard, and in plain view, what would I have thought? I admit, seeing her for real in her bathing suit, which was immodest, had given me a bit of a thrill. We’d even waved to each other, and she clearly didn’t mind me seeing her in a skimpy suit. Why would she? People sunbathed in their backyards all the time in their bathing suits. She wasn’t being lewd or unsavory. Far from it.

But naked? I’d actually seen other people sunbathing naked in their yards. They thought they were safe behind their fences but you could see through the slats if you wanted to look. Most fences offered just the pretense of privacy. It was an unspoken agreement that neighbors wouldn’t pause to look through the gaps.

I heard the women laughing, reminding me of the situation at hand. Right now my wife was sitting naked in plain view of a male neighbor who had recently divorced. I wanted that fact to bother me, but it didn’t. It worked the other way.

Human sexuality was indeed a strange beast. You think you know something, and then you don’t. When I was young and first heard about oral sex, the idea appalled me, like the first time you realized your parents had sex. Clearly, our sexuality did not exist in a fixed state. It was elastic. It grew in odd ways as we became more experienced and acclimated to new ideas.

Naturally, I was timid when it came to oral sex. I really had to warm up to the idea. Then one day, as if out of the blue, the idea excited me. I looked at a picture and thought, for the first time, yes. I got an erection just thinking about doing the act.

With my second serious girlfriend, before we’d had intercourse, I gave it a go. She was startled by the idea. With her consent, I pressed on, despite knowing my performance would be weak. I didn’t yet know about the clitoris or where I should focus. We’d all been there at some point in our lives. It’s a case of trial and error and practice makes perfect. By the third or fourth attempt my girlfriend clearly had a real orgasm, or at least the first one clearly induced by me. After that, she was creating opportunities for us to have as much sex as possible, including intercourse. By the time we got there, we were both thoroughly primed. It was a success. Most people report their first times weren’t that great, which made me feel like I had special qualities in that area.

The laughter continued outside. The margaritas were really kicking in, I conjectured, and loosening them both. I climbed the stairs and looked out the window. Greg remained stationed in his deck chair observing the women. He held a book, but it didn’t look convincing. He had a tall drink beside him.

All Susan had to do was to look in Greg’s direction to see he was there. Perhaps Marci and Susan were so fully absorbed in each other they were failing to notice his presence. The point of this experiment was to gauge Susan’s response to knowingly being seen naked by another man. Again, I had to wonder if more than that was going on here. The goal seemed less clear now.

What was clear was the fact that I was totally turned on. This energy, assuming ‘feelings’ were an energy of some kind, was extraordinarily potent. There was no doubt about this. Sexually, I was super-charged.

I decided to call Susan’s phone and inform her she was being ogled. I dialed and she picked up immediately.

“There you are, honey,” she said, sounding very cheerful. “Are you coming down? We need another pitcher!”

“Already? Well, I’ll be down in a bit. How are you two feeling? It sounds like you’re having fun.”

“I’m afraid we’re both getting a little drunk. We should probably eat a snack, you think?”

“I’ll take care of that,” I said. “Listen. Now, don’t look, but Greg has been watching you two for about twenty minutes. He’s sitting on his deck. Whatever you do, don’t look.”

Susan went silent. For thirty seconds I heard nothing but heavy breathing, then she whispered, “Oh my God. Really? Twenty minutes?”

I could barely hear her. “You don’t have to whisper, honey. He’s too far away to hear what you’re saying.”

She looked like she was going to reach for her towel, then re-decided. Her posture loosened up. I guessed she was done processing the information I’d given her. She turned and ratcheted up the headrest on the lounger and leaned back, then in a normal voice said, “Okay. What do I do? What’s supposed to happen?”

“I don’t know. Nothing, really. We haven’t discussed beyond this point. But I can tell you, Greg’s getting an eyeful. How does that make you feel?”

She was quiet for a long time. “I kind of like it, Ryan. I mean, I don’t mind. Should I?”

“Not if you like it. There’s nothing wrong with being admired.”

“Could you come down? I think I’m ready for you to be here now.”

“Okay.” I hung up and went downstairs. I fixed a fresh pitcher of margaritas and went out onto the deck. As I approached the women, I saw Greg leave. Perhaps I had scared him off.

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