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

“I don’t know. What do you think? Is this something we’re doing now? Entertaining naked?”

I thought about it. I couldn’t think of a reason why that wouldn’t be okay but then one popped into my brain. “What if I wasn’t around?”

She thought for a moment. “I see your point. No, then I guess it wouldn’t be proper.”

“I guess that’s what we’re getting at,” I said. It sounded like we were in agreement. Watching her move about the kitchen naked as we made a fresh pitcher, and thinking of Greg outside and everyone else being naked made me very horny. Or, hornier than I’d been feeling all afternoon, which was already very horny.

She stood with her arm around me as I finished the daiquiris. I kissed her head and she gave me a squeeze. I felt we were okay.

Then she said this: “I’m so happy you’re letting me be free like this, Ryan. Most husbands wouldn’t.”

Wait, what? I wondered. What were we talking about now?

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said.

“Letting me be naked like this, around Greg. And, you know…”

Marci, of course, came into the kitchen before she could finish.

“Hey guys,” she said. “Potty.”

She went into the guest bath. Watching her naked ass move across the kitchen also made me ache. Why was I so enthralled with Marci? Well, I was seeing her naked again after a long drought. That must be it.

I turned back to Susan. “You were saying?”

“I wasn’t exactly, Ryan, I guess… I guess I’m saying thanks for letting be naked around Greg, thanks for letting us see where it goes. There, I said it.”

“Where it goes?”

“Where it goes, Ryan. Like, what if I end up sleeping with Greg? Would it bother you? You can sleep with Marci.”

What the hell had just happened? The way she phrased it, this was no longer a theoretical leap. It was a leap I wasn’t prepared for, regardless of how much it already brewed as a hypothetical possibility. This was as escalation of a now very possible situation. Was this the whole point of our living room display the other night? Had she been priming me? That could have been it. Did I mind the idea of her sleeping with Greg? She had just put it in black and white. What surprised me was the fact that I wasn’t actually shocked.

More than that, I thought I liked the idea. Both of them, actually. Marci was in the mix.

She looked at me like a teenager asking to borrow the family car. For a moment I didn’t know what the hell to say. The fact that she said it out loud meant she seriously liked the idea too. She wanted to sleep with Greg. We were abandoning theory now, aiming at execution.

“I wouldn’t do it if it would bother you,” Susan said.

“No,” I said. “It’s not that. I mean, you know we’ve kidded about it and I admitted it excited me to think about it. Jesus... And you want me to sleep with Marci? Won’t that trouble you? Christ. My head is spinning. I have to admit I wasn’t prepared for this mentally.”

As if on cue Marci emerged from the bathroom. “What are you guys talking about? You seem serious.” I could swear her breasts were begging me to touch them. Susan had just informed me this was a possibility now.

“I just told Ryan I might sleep with Greg.”

“Holy shit, Susan,” said Marci. “I guess that’s kind of out of the bag.” She laughed. “I told Ryan earlier you seemed to like him.”

“I told Ryan he could sleep with you too, Marci, if you still want to,” said Susan.

“Okay,” said Marci. “I don’t have any other plans.”

“Look,” said Susan. “None of us has to sleep with anybody. I just think it will be fun, you know? The variety? I don’t want to screw anything up here for any of us. Does that make sense? I love you, Ryan. You know that, don’t you honey?” I nodded. “So we’re all good? Hasn’t this already been on everyone’s mind anyway?”

“Kind of,” said Marci.

“Yes,” I said. “I guess we’ve all had it on our minds. I can admit to that. We’ve even kidded about it, as I said.”

“What if Greg doesn’t want to?” asked Marci.

“Oh, well. Then we won’t sleep together. But you can still sleep with Ryan. It’d be cruel to take that away now.”

“And you wouldn’t mind?” I asked. “I have to admit, this is all sounding pretty crazy now.”

“No. I’m still your wife. I’m not saying you can run off with Marci. But it’s only fair if I sleep with Greg that you sleep with Marci.”

“Greg,” said Marci. “We’ve kind of left him alone out there. He may have gone home.”

“I doubt that,” said Susan, with a wink. She left Marci and me alone to go join Greg.

“Well, big guy,” said Marci. “Didn’t see that coming, did ya?”

“No. As I said, my head is spinning.”

“Give my tits a squeeze. That’ll settle your mind down.” She came over emphasizing her breasts with her posture. I felt them. They were as I remembered. Full and firm and feeling lovely in my hands.

“Oh, that’s nice. You can finger me too. Your wife gave you permission.”

“Jesus, Marci, I’m not quite ready for that. Besides, let’s savor this. Who knows when she’ll feel this way again? And we still don’t know what’s on Greg’s mind.”

“You may have a point… Hey, let’s get dinner going. It’ll give them more time to get acquainted.”

That seemed like a good idea. We got everything out. I put the filets in a marinade. We chopped vegetables and prepared a salad. Fifteen minutes later we were done. I decided to make another batch of daiquiris before switching to wine. I noticed Marci and I were a perfect team getting everything done.

Still, my mind wouldn’t settle down.

Neither one of us doubted that I was happy with Susan and, as far as I knew, Marci enjoyed her