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

status as a single woman. It meant she could do as she pleased. If that included sleeping with me again, Susan had just removed any barriers.

This prospect did please me, but I wasn’t sure I was there yet.

Chapter 15: This Is Different

WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?

We returned to the deck, which was now at risk of becoming the scene of the crime of marital infidelity. It was a few minutes after five. The sun, though waning, had been especially vigorous all day, and there were no signs of its heat letting up anytime soon. That’s sort of how you want it to go when you’re practicing nudism.

Susan and Greg where still lying on the lounger but now facing each other on their sides. They seemed rather close too, looking like two newlyweds on one of those beach side cabana beds you see in Mexico. When we returned, they arranged themselves into sitting-up positions. It would have been rude not to.

Marci refilled their glasses. I told them dinner would be ready soon and then wondered if anyone had bothered to invite Greg. I mentioned this and Susan said he was on board. She spoke for him like many women would do for their husbands. The glitch here was that she said, by way of confirmation, “We’re eating dinner together, aren’t we Greg?” I wondered if Susan had already informed him of her other plans.

“Oh God, it’s hot. Let’s rinse again, Ryan,” said Marci.

“I’ll join you if that’s okay,” said Greg.

“Me too,” said Susan.

We all went down to the lawn. The thing here was, the neighbors on our other side would see four naked adults if they bothered to look over from their upstairs windows. They couldn’t see the deck, but I didn’t mention this to the group. I turned on the hose and sprayed myself and then the three of them. Greg stood next to Susan, or maybe that’s just how it looked with Marci being off to herself. She repeated her twirling routine, and Susan joined her. They even held hands for a moment as they spun around, like two naked nymphs. I turned off the hose and we returned to the deck. It was now a given that Marci and I took the chairs while Greg and Susan resumed on the lounger.

Marci’s nipples had tightened from the cool water and she had gooseflesh on her breasts. I always liked that look. Marci saw my stare and followed it down to her boobs.

“Like my tits, eh Ryan?” she said, in a loud voice. “Do you want to cop a feel?” She jiggled her breasts and laughed.

Intended or not that took us to a new level in terms of things being out in the open. I still didn’t know if Greg was up to speed with Susan’s wishes and did not want to assume as much. As far as I was concerned, he was Susan’s project. It was up to her to determine the flow of that seduction. So, what did this mean in terms of shaping my response to Marci’s question? As far as Greg knew, she was simply a family friend with whom I had no personal or former intimate knowledge. Wouldn’t it seem odd for the host to compliment or fondle her boobs? Perhaps I was worrying too much.

Before I could say anything, Susan chimed in: “They look lovely, Marci. You’ve got great boobs.”

Damn if Greg didn’t smile and nod in agreement.

“You do have lovely boobs, Marci.” I said, in case anyone wondered how I truly felt about them.

“What about mine?” asked Susan, feigning a pout. She held them up, which made her hands look small in comparison. She laughed and let them go. Greg smiled again. Being right next to Susan meant a nod would be superfluous. His eyes spoke of his enthusiasm just fine.

Marci and I agreed that Susan’s boobs were lovely too.

Marci took a big swig of her drink. I looked at her and her eyes spoke of the mirth she was feeling inside. She was really enjoying whatever was unfolding between us. She put one foot over mine. It had the same effect as holding hands, but no one would notice foot action, though my cock did notice. I watched it grow an inch before behaving. As it put me nearer the ballpark of Greg’s flaccid cock, I felt better about it.

Marci and Susan started cross-talking about one of Marci’s old flames, someone she started up with after me and then abandoned. Susan had seen him recently and thought he looked distraught and felt Marci would be pleased with this information.

“He was a sulker,” Marci said. “He almost never smiled.”

“That gets dreary,” said Susan.

“He was pretty selfish in bed too,” said Marci. It seemed unnecessary to bring that up, and I guessed she did it to tease me.

“That would suck,” said Susan. “I would never put up with that.”

“You don’t want to have to ask, you know?” said Marci.

“Ask what?” I said. I felt I may as well join the conversation.

“You know, to do stuff you like,” said Marci. She was going to make me work for it, but Susan jumped in.

“Like what?” she asked, smiling. She knew she was putting Marci on the spot.

“Jesus, what do you think I mean? Oral,” said Marci.

“Oh,” said Susan. “Did he expect you to?”

“Bingo,” said Marci. “A girl wants reciprocation, you know?”

“It’s good you dumped him,” I said. “I would have.”

“You mean,” Marci said. “If he didn’t blow you too?”

She laughed.

“He means if the situation was reversed, Marci,” said Susan.

“Duh,” said Marci. “I was just kidding. Greg, you’re pretty quiet there. How do you feel about oral sex?”

“Marci!” said Susan. “Shut up!” I had no doubt that Susan, in fact, wanted to know how Greg felt about oral sex.

Greg smiled, proving he was a good sport, and said, “I’m in favor of it.”

“Hey, now that you’re a single guy,” said Marci. “How do you feel about a woman’s lady garden? Shaved or natural?”

“Isn’t there a third