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

Greg thought for a moment. “You weren’t planning on my coming over to join you.”

“No. That surprised us. Well, I was surprised when I noticed you were over there naked too. Was that the first time you’d done that?”

“Yes. You all inspired me. But I didn’t intend to crash your party.”

“That was Marci’s doing. She invited you over. But we’d never discussed a broader plan than just the two of them sunbathing. While that plan was germinating, I guess it grew in all of our minds to something more. There was never a plan to get you and Susan in bed together.”

“I get it now, I think.”

“There’s still a bit more for me to tell you,” I said. “You see, Marci and I have a past. I used to date her before Susan. Susan got it in her head that if I slept with Marci, I guess for old times sake or whatever, then she could sleep with you. She more or less said she wanted to sleep with you. I more or less said ‘okay’.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“Really? At first I felt mixed. But now I feel okay about it. Maybe later I’ll regret it, who knows? Susan and love each other. We don’t want to start swinging. Not at all. But we have a special situation here, I guess. That’s why it seems okay. Has Susan been giving you any signals?”

“I think so,” Greg said. “Or maybe it’s just the effect of being around her naked. She’s gorgeous. She puts Kathy to shame. Who wouldn’t want to sleep with your wife?”

“So you’re not opposed?”

“Honestly, I’m a little freaked out.”

“I can understand. It is definitely a weird situation. There’s no question about it.”

“Let’s say I wanted to sleep with your wife. How the hell would that work out?”

“None of us have thought that far, Greg.”

“Are we supposed to disappear together?”

“Hmm,” I said. “I really haven’t thought about that part either.”

We could hear the women returning with the wine.

“What do we do now?” asked Greg. It was a good question.

“Gosh, I don’t know. I have no idea. Maybe we pretend we haven’t had this discussion and we just see how the evening goes?”

Before he could answer, Marci and Susan were back. As often is the case, they continued whatever discussion they were having to its conclusion before acknowledging us.

“Hey,” said Marci. “You guys want wine? We opened two bottles.”

“Sure, thanks,” said Greg. He accepted a glass and Susan poured.

“So, what have you gals been gabbing about?” asked Marci. She scooted her chair closer to mine and sat down.

“The usual,” I said. “Recipes, fashion, trade balances with China.”

“Right,” said Marci.

“Speaking of recipes,” said Susan. “You can start the grill now, honey.”

Assuming I was still the “honey” in this equation, I stood to start the grill. It involved turning a knob, so I was back in a flash. Susan sat next to Greg, so they were both facing Marci and myself. Damn if Greg’s cock hadn’t grown another inch.

I took this as a sign of his increased interest in my wife.

Chapter 16: No Going Back

SUSAN’S MAKES A NEW FRIEND

I had now spoken in private though separately with Susan and Greg and learned they were both on the same track, or at least, Greg was now aiming in that direction with my consent. Susan wanted to sleep with him, and he with her. This knowledge had not been shared between them, though I was sure they were telegraphing their intentions with their eyes and body English.

Marci and I were on the same page, thanks to Susan’s generosity, which of course was self-serving. Marci sat close to me as a wife or girlfriend might do with company. If I had wanted to, I could have leaned over and fondled her breasts. Ironically, this would have only startled Susan, who didn’t know I’d told Greg everything, including her intentions for him.

Nor was Marci aware of this.

This put me in a unique situation. I could now sit back and watch my wife’s seduction of Greg unfold. He knew it was coming, and I knew he knew, but Susan didn’t. She was still operating with doubts circulating in her mind.

Apparently, they were not strong.

Within a few minutes, Susan’s hand landed on Greg’s thigh. She was making a point of some kind and putting her hand there added emphasis. I was no longer tracking their actual conversation. She leaned into him for a shoulder bump, further emphasizing some point, then resumed her normal position.

Marci quietly tapped my arm and directed me with her eyes to look at Greg’s cock. It was now half erect. It was so damn obvious I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed. Susan’s hand landed again on Greg’s thigh and her fingers grazed his erecting member. I noticed her steal at quick look down at the collision.

“Collision” was the right word because, as with train wrecks and other calamities, it was hard to look away from Susan’s fingers colliding with Greg’s cock. It drew my full focus, and to such an extent that I didn’t notice Susan was now talking to me.

“Ryan? Oh, Ryan?” she said, in a sing-song way.

“Yes!” I said. “What honey?”

“Could you please pour me some of that wine?” She turned to Greg. “Would you like more? Your glass is empty.”

“Sure, please,” he said, holding up his glass.

I filled their glasses and turned to Marci, holding up the bottle.

“Sure,” she said. “But, I’d better go make room.” She was commenting on the state of her bladder. I refilled her glass, set it down beside her chair, and set the bottle down next to me.

“Greg was just telling me he’s buying a condo in Mexico,” said Susan. “He said we could all visit.”

“Oh,” I said. “Where in Mexico?”

“Outside Tulum, on the Caribbean coast.”

“We just won a bid for a trip there,” said Susan. “Isn’t that where we’re going, honey?”

I was still a “honey”. That was good to know. “Yes, there or near there. I don’t have all