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

the details yet. When do you close on the condo, Greg?”

“I’m going down next month. I just wired the money yesterday.”

“Great,” I said.

“What’s great?” asked Marci, who had returned.

“Greg’s bought a place in Mexico,” said Susan. “He said we’re all invited.”

“Oh, fun,” said Marci. “Can I bring a date?” She laughed.

Susan gave her a smile. “If you can find someone, sure.”

Susan was apparently now speaking for Greg.

“You can have Greg, Susan,” said Marci. “I’ll take Ryan.”

Susan blushed, then laughed, looked away in embarrassment, then turned to Greg. “What do you, think, Greg? Would that work for you?”

Now he blushed, looked at the ground, at me, and then back to Susan. “I think that could work.” A surge of courage rose through his spine and he leaned over and kissed Susan on the lips. She was very obviously startled, initially, and while still kissing him, looked over at me. I nodded back. She closed her eyes and put an arm across Greg, landing her hand on his shoulder. They kissed even more deeply before facing back to Marci and me. Greg now had a full-on erection. When I say full-on, I mean enormous.

“Ah, look, Ryan,” said Marci. “Susan’s made a new friend.”

We all laughed. Greg put his arm around Susan and gave her a squeeze, and Susan smiled like she was six years old and just been given a pony.

Or should I say a horse?

She must have thought Greg was extraordinarily courageous, not knowing he already knew his advances would be welcome. I debated whether I’d ever inform her of the fact. She could have thought she was so hot Greg couldn’t resist. This was almost true. That he had received my permission didn’t change the fact of her obvious attractiveness.

“I guess it’s okay now if I slobber over Ryan,” said Marci. She came over and sat on my lap, burying me under a big kiss. Having her naked ass on my lap sent all the proper signals to my cock. Marci jiggled her bottom around to accommodate the intrusion. I thought it might wander inside if we weren’t careful.

I noticed Susan watched us intently before leaning on Greg’s shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and her hand freely roamed his thigh. His cock bobbed as her fingers brushed its side.

“So, what about dinner?” asked Marci. She got up, which I hadn’t expected, thus exposing my full erection. She looked at it and laughed, looked over to Susan, got a why not? expression on her face and leaned down to kiss the tip of my weeping cock. She stood and laughed. “No need to rush, is there?”

She was right, though I was sure we could have all jumped each other at that point, happy to forget about dinner.

“Come with me,” said Marci. “Let’s get things started.”

“Can I help?” asked Susan, in a way to suggest she hoped her help wouldn’t be required.

“We’ve got it,” said Marci. “I’m thinking we’ll skip the full meal, maybe just cook the meat and shrimp so we have something to nosh on?”

“That sounds great,” said Susan.

I walked into the kitchen with Marci and, once inside, she gave me a deep and powerful embrace. We kissed like it was our first time, but with more assurance.

“Can you believe this is happening?” she asked. “I mean, God, Ryan. Your wife is about to bang your neighbor and we have permission to screw each other too. It’s crazy!”

“I know.”

“Finger me now, or just touch me. Christ, something.”

I cupped her in my hand and she melted as her arms came around my shoulders. I let a finger slide into her just a touch and she swooned.

She sensed I was starting to pull away.

“Oh, just little more, Ryan, Just a…”

“Okay.” I said. I let my fingers continuing exploring. She was as wet as she’d ever been and had probably been ready all afternoon. Well, she’d proven that once already standing over the sink.

She shuddered in my arms. I guessed she was having one of her mini-climaxes. She calmed down, gave me a kiss and laughed.

“That should keep me for a while.” She smiled. “I can’t wait to feel your dick in me again. I thought you were about to slide in when I was sitting on your lap. I was on the edge hoping you would.”

“I know. I thought that might happen too.”

“And it would have been okay.”

“Yes, but maybe a bit early?” I said.

“Right, though hell if I know how this should go. Are we pacing ourselves? Do you get what I mean?”

“Kind of. It’s new territory.”

“So, what do we do?” asked Marci. “Should we just disappear upstairs?”

“Somehow that doesn’t feel right, not yet at least.”

“Okay.” Marci contemplated the situation. “Then let’s cook up the meat, put it on a platter and just give everyone a fork. I don’t think I can handle a sit-down dinner.”

“I agree.” I took the meat to the grill and tossed it on. Once one side of the steaks had their two minutes to sear, I flipped them over and added the shrimp to the cooler side of the grill. In another few minutes it was all ready. I took it to the kitchen for some slice and dice action, then put it on a platter with melted butter and took it outside with plates and forks. Marci organized a small table for the platter.

Susan and Greg were lying facing each other on the chaise. He was fondling her breasts as she gazed into his eyes approvingly. They were speaking in mere whispers.

Only slowly did they acknowledge our presence as if reluctant to break whatever spell they’d fallen into. She and Greg rearranged themselves on the lounger to face us and we all dug in.

It was surprisingly tasty. I didn’t realize how hungry I’d become, which is always the case when one hasn’t eaten much all day. Alcohol calories didn’t really eat the spot though they do make you forget about food. We engaged in small talk between bites. Greg told us more