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

each pass with a little twirl at the top. As my head descended she put a hand over it and pressed. She spread her lips with the fingers of her free hand and started moaning as I licked up and own.

Being outdoors, I knew her moans would carry, and thought she would naturally tamp them down a notch. Instead, she went the other way. Her moans sounded genuine but also theatrical as if intended to reach the balcony and deliver a distinct message beyond into the twilight. I then thought, good. Let the bastard Greg know how much I pleased my wife. Let him hear her ecstasies! This was an “in the moment” decision on my part. As Susan got louder and began heaving her pelvis into my tongue, I couldn’t resist the urge to be inside her. I lifted off and forcefully flipped her over, pulling her up on her knees and back into my cock. I slipped in gently but then thrust forcefully. She gasped in a very satisfying way as our pace quickened and then became very vocal.

“OH GOD YES RYAN!!!… I LOVE IT!!!... Ryan… OH, HARDER!!! DO IT HARDER!!! I’VE BEEN A BAD NAUGHTY GIRL!!!”

I pulled her hair as we smacked into each other with noisy violence. There was no mistaking what was going on in the backyard at 2012 Tara Lane. I bent over Susan and grabbed her breasts. They filled my hands. I tweaked her nipples, and she yelled her approval. I pinched and pulled them. “OH, OH, OH, OH GOD YES!!! Ryan!!!”

I reached down to finger her clit. This sent her over the top. She got quiet, arched her back, and slammed her ass into my cock as hard as she could, grunting and spewing expletives into the night air. She was like a new woman, and this took me to the point of no return. We utterly drained ourselves into each other as if our lovemaking had created a vacuum and swallowed us whole. We became a momentary singularity.

Panting, I fell beside her. We were overheated and dripping with perspiration, unable to speak. I got up and fetched water from the kitchen. When I returned Susan was sitting up, smiling, looking both heavenly and exotic, like the most erotic creature on earth. I gave her the water and sat. She pointed over to Greg’s house.

“I think I saw him silhouetted in the window.” She had her knees raised with her legs spread. Was she intentionally giving Gregg a show?

“Are you sure?” I asked. “It looks pretty dark over there.”

“I think there was a hall light on before. That’s what silhouetted him, you know, from behind.”

“How do you feel about that? We just put on quite a display here. It would probably have been illegal in some southern states.”

Susan laughed. I was witnessing a side of her never apparent before and loved it. Her eyes were sparkling, even in the low light. This was all quite contrary to her stern, Lutheran upbringing. Her parents were real prigs.

“I don’t know, Ryan. Naughty? I feel naughty, I guess, and like you’re my bad boy and I like it. I mean, you feel safe, right? I’m being this way for you. Or you’re bringing it out of me. The way you made love to me just now, how long has it been since we both came like that?”

I hadn’t thought about it but she was right. Our lovemaking had just taken me to a very primitive zone, somewhere untamed but good. It was earthy, or something like that. Primal. My heart was still beating hard, and I felt more alive than I’d felt in a long time.

At first, I had felt threatened when Susan told me about her morning exhibitionism. It wasn’t intentional. I understood that. But the experience woke something up inside her, and then me. Was it our erotic passion for each other returning to life?

There was no question that we had just been naughty together, making love outdoors, in a suburban neighborhood, and so wantonly, so noisily. Fortunately, only Greg’s second floor presented a vantage over our deck. The neighbors on our other side were out of luck on that score though they could see the backyard well enough. They were a new couple, and we barely knew them, though I had noticed the wife was attractive.

Greg we knew much better, a consequence of having moved into the neighborhood about the same time. He had recently gotten divorced from his wife Kathy, a flight attendant, who we all thought was a bitch. She’d run off with a Southwest pilot for a weekend and Greg said enough already. She was also a tanning addict, and I often saw her sunbathing in their backyard. She’d always worn a bathing suit, but it didn’t cover much. It wasn’t the style a woman would wear to a family reunion beach holiday.

Susan and I cuddled a little more before going inside for a snack. We were too tired to bother with a proper meal. After a quick shower, we climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms, something we hadn’t done in some time. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.

Was our marriage entering a new phase? Had we opened a new door that evening? If so, I had no idea where it could lead.

Chapter 3: Marci Has A Plan

NAUGHTY GIRL (S)

I woke alone. Susan was an early riser by nature, whereas weekend sloth was one of my favorite hobbies, which included sleeping in. I did a few stretches in bed, climbed into the shower, dried off, slipped into gym trucks not bothering with underwear, and descended the stairs. I heard voices in the kitchen and found Susan and Marci chatting over croissants and coffee.

The funny thing with Marci and Susan is that I used to have a serious relationship with Marci. It was a passionate affair involving lots and lots of sex. This wasn’t a secret. Why Marci and I hadn’t