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

Susan was embarrassed, but then later thought the whole thing was kind of kinky too, and sort of arousing in that way.”

“I get it,” said Greg, smiling. “I’ve had dreams where I’m caught in my underwear or naked, like at the mall. Even though it’s frightening, there’s something erotic about it. This is just a case of a real life occurrence. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly,” I said. “That’s it. We’ve all viewed it that way too.”

“But I didn’t mind, Greg,” piped up Susan. “I mean, it was okay that you saw me that way. Well, clearly. You’re looking at me naked now.” She laughed. It seemed important to her that Greg understood she was fully aware of him now seeing her naked and that that was okay too.

“I understand,” said Greg. “I’m not reading anything into it. As I said, my ex and I went to nudist resorts. I was pleased to see you were all accustomed to it too.”

“Jesus it’s hot,” said Marci. She got up and went down to the hose. I decided to join her.

“Let me,” I said. “I’ll spray you and then you spray me.”

“Okay,” said Marci. She raised her arms and turned in slow circles like she was on a spit. God, she was attractive. It was my turn and I just stood assuming I could not match her grace. She turned off the hose and said, “Come with me.”

I followed her back into the kitchen. “What’s up?” I said.

“Okay, you have to have noticed something by now, Ryan.”

“What?”

“Like I said before. I think Susan’s a little gaga over Greg, don’t you see it?”

“No. I still haven’t picked up on that.”

“Come on. She’s posing for him. She’s putting herself on display. She’s almost shoving her pussy in his face. You didn’t see that?”

“Jesus, Marci. A few minutes ago you were sprawled out naked in front of him. You were wide open too.”

“Exactly, Ryan. I was ‘sprawled’. I wasn’t posing. I was just relaxing, not caring one wit what Greg thought. Well, when we go back, see if you notice anything.”

“Okay.” I had noted Susan’s lovely vulva smiling at Greg, but for reasons I couldn’t explain, I felt extremely focused on Marci. She suddenly seemed very exotic. Maybe she reopened a dormant channel in my brain, the one I used to use when we were a couple.  Anyway, whatever was up with Susan I was completely comfortable with, even if she was flirting with Greg. I felt safe. Maybe she was spreading her wings a bit. It didn’t mean she was about to fly away.

“Let’s do another shot!” said Marci. She seemed to be having a lot of fun and I was happy for her. It also felt like we were having a mini reunion. We hadn’t talked much about our mutual past since we broke up. As much as I loved Susan and felt completely happy with her, I was feeling very attracted to Marci.

She was leaning with her back to the sink, her arms slightly behind her on the counter, still dripping from the hose. The pose accented her perfect proportions. I felt my cock rising. She noted the fact, looked into my eyes, and smiled.

“Old times, heh?” she said. She got a dreamy look and turned to peer out onto the deck as if to see if anyone was coming.

“Ryan, just touch me. Please! For old times sake? Finger me. I’ll be quick! I always am!”

Chapter 14: You Know You Want To

WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT NOW?

“You’re drunk, Marci.”

“Just a little. So what? I can see you want to touch me.”

“It wouldn’t be right.”

“I beginning to think it might be, Ryan. I think your wife wants to screw your neighbor.”

“What? Well, even so, and I doubt it, by the way, she hasn’t said anything about you and me having another go.”

“She asked me if I wanted to sleep with you again. That was before you joined us.”

“Really? What did you say?”

“Touch me and I’ll tell you,” she said.

“No. Don’t tell me then.”

“I told her I would, if the circumstances were right, and she was okay with it.”

“What did she say?” I asked.

“She kind of looked off into space. Then she smiled, but before she could speak you came out and joined us.”

Lord, I thought. Maybe Susan wouldn’t mind if Marci and I slept together again. Still, it wasn’t something I would consider on my own, however much I then very much wanted to bury my face in Marci’s breasts. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over the sink and have my way with her. I knew she would come in an instant. That’s just how she was.

We could hear Greg and Susan laughing.

“Let’s do a shot,” I said. “Then we’ll make a pitcher of daiquiris. I’ve got plenty of rum.”

“Great, but aren’t you going to finger me? You know you want to!” She smiled a wonderful smile.

“I can’t, Marci.”

“I understand, Ryan. Just give me a sec...” She bent over the sink and fingered herself. Within thirty seconds she was quietly moaning and in another ten seconds, her body was spasming out of control. It was the sort of thing you couldn’t not notice. Ten seconds later she straightened herself up and exhaled a great volume of air like she’d been holding her breath.

She smiled with droopy eyes. “Okay, that’ll hold me for a while. Let’s have those shots.”

Jesus, I thought. She really knew her body. I was almost envious. If she wanted to, she could give herself ten orgasms in a row. I poured us each a shot. We toasted, downed the shots, and I made a pitcher of daiquiris. We took it outside with four fresh glasses.

Greg was now lying next to Susan on the lounger, both face up and a proper distance apart. They weren’t touching, in other words, and they were discussing something that had them both amused. Marci and I sat next to each other in the chairs. I poured the daiquiris and passed them