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

slept with Marci. There was a balance there. We had both stepped out of our marital vows an equal distance. If Susan slept with Meg where was the balance? If I slept with Meg too, would equilibrium be restored? Did it even matter?

“You know,” said Marci. “I’m sure all of us are having this exact same discussion right now.”

“Or they’re relying on their instincts.”

“Those were pretty much out in the open all day. We just spent six hours half naked with those people. Didn’t you once look at Meg and think, well, maybe?”

“It crossed my mind. How about you?”

“With Meg?”

“No. Any of them, all of them.”

“Honestly?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve imagined being with you and Greg, you and Harold, being with the three of you all at once. I’ve thought about you and Meg and Susan and me doing it. I think I’ve covered all the bases.”

“Jesus.”

“I’ve got to be prepared for what you want to do. That’s why I imagined it. I don’t want to be with any of them unless you want me to... I bet you have a hard-on right now thinking about all this.”

She came over, opened my robe and settled between my legs.

“I’m just going to have a taste.” She licked around my crown before taking me into her mouth. This sight of Marci’s tongue, leisurely and tenderly licking my cock, savoring me in this way, completely emptied my mind of any doubt or foreboding. She lingered for a few moments, then rose and kissed my lips.

“We need to get dressed,” she said.

I followed her into the room. She put on a lovely bra and panty, then a low-cut, bell-sleeved peasant top with exposed shoulders. It was short cropped and exposed her midriff. Once she had the top sorted, she slipped into super tight jeans, which involved jumping up and down. She looked magnificent, but I was surprised by the jeans and mentioned it.

“Well, look!” She turned and shown me her backside. I could see why she bought them. The jeans fit her perfectly.

“You look terrific.”

“Your kind of just standing there. Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

With the show over, I put on a polo shirt and shorts, upon which she felt no need to comment, though she did fondle my erect cock once I secured it in my briefs.

“There, there,” she had said. “Just be patient.” She kissed it through the fabric and then kissed my lips.

As we descended to the lobby to meet Harold and Meg, she offered a few final words while it was still just the two of us.

“Ryan, let’s just go with the flow, okay? And anytime you want to leave, just say so. I’m with you. Whatever you want to do is okay.”

I gave her a final kiss and we continued to the lobby. Harold and Meg were standing by a central fountain. As a water feature, it didn’t sound much different from a leaking urinal. I put that thought aside and gave Meg a once-over. I noticed she was giving Marci the same treatment. They both looked great.

Chapter 31: Into The Night

LAUGHTER, GAIETY, EARNEST CONVERSATION

I knew the evening was headed to a peculiar destination right off the bat. When Susan greeted us at the door, and after giving Marci, Harold and me a brief hug, she planted a kiss on Meg’s lips and it wasn’t a peck. Whether Susan or Meg instigated it I wasn’t sure, but neither of them seemed in a hurry for it to end.

The condo was sufficiently chilled to keep fresh fish from spoiling. Marci noted the fact and shivered. Susan opened the doors to the balcony and turned down the thermostat after assuring us she had told Greg it was too cool. As he was proud of his recent repairs to the AC, he was no doubt keen to put on a demonstration of his success. Soon the warm Mexican night intruded and Marci was once again within her comfort zone.

A nice bounty of food was displayed on their large kitchen island. Susan was proud of her selections and gave me a tour.

“Look, Ryan, there’s three types of tostada. Shrimp, eggplant, and chicken mole—Greg likes those. There’s mini tamale pies, papas rellenas and I know you like churro nachos, so I got those for dessert. Plus, I got the dips you like, see?” She waved a hand over the selection of dips.

“It looks wonderful,” I said. She had proven it was no strain shopping for two husband’s tastes. Greg offered a selection of wines or drinks and we all dug in. It was to be a stand-up meal as their dining table still lacked chairs.

On the surface, we would have looked like any gathering of suburbanite couples enjoying an evening together. The women all looked terrific and their admiring men of adequate comportment to be their mates. There were no disparities between us. There was much laughter and genuine gaiety, and why not? We were all successful in our careers and were enjoying a hard earned break.

Greg had been pouring freely since our arrival. I was feeling buzzed by the final course and stepped onto the balcony for a helping of fresh air.

So far, the three women had behaved like sorority sisters, with Meg and Susan being particularly amused by anything either of them said. Marci kept up though I wondered if she might be feeling like a third wheel. This was probably just a case of me over thinking the situation.

Harold and Greg were getting along well and seemed genuine in their like for each other. All around, our social interactions were seamless. No one was behaving as if they didn’t belong and this created a very warm feeling between us all.

Still, I was a true husband of one of these women. The vacation wife scheme remained on the surface, but it took a conscious effort to keep it alive when socializing with numerous people, especially when you knew them from your “other life”.

Once, when Susan leaned over the island counter, her low-cut