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

I noticed clean white towels already stacked conveniently for their guests, and new throw pillows on the U-shaped outdoor sofa, which itself had extra deep cushions suitable for sleeping upon or lounging. Susan was going through another throw pillow phase, so I knew she was responsible for their addition. They contrasted nicely with the sofa.

Lively conversation resumed as before when we were dining. The still night and high humidity were once again giving everyone a fine sheen. It gave the women an exotic look whereas the men just looked sweaty.

Before a half-hour passed, Meg was up from her barstool and removing her top. Beneath it was a very pretty bra, which she left on while she removed her sandals and Capri pants. The men, of course, fell silent watching the striptease while Susan and Marci chatted, only slowly taking notice of Meg’s disrobing. Once down to her underwear, Meg looked around to see all eyes were upon her.

“Is anyone going to join me?” she asked, removing her bra. “I thought it would be fun to get in the pool.”

This inspired Susan, who began undressing, thus drawing the men’s attention to her. She stripped to her panties and looked around. Marci, sitting on the stool next to me, hadn’t made a move. I rubbed her back which drew her attention. She gave me a look indicating I should bend an ear.

“Let’s hold back,” she whispered, then kissed my cheek.

I nodded.

Greg, feeling it would be rude not to do so, moved around the bar and, standing next to Susan, took off all of his clothes. It had been some time since I had seen him naked, and I’d forgotten the size of his penis. As he organized his clothes next to Susan’s on top of the bar, his cock swung back and forth, hanging at least seven inches from where it began. It was impossible not to look at it.

Its girth was overkill. No one had spoken since it appeared though I thought I had heard Meg gasp. She and Susan, encouraged by Greg’s complete nudity, removed their panties and did so as if a prize would go to whichever of them completed the task first.

Once the three of them were completely naked, they walked over to the pool and climbed in.

“Oh, this is perfect!” said Meg. “Hey, you all! Come join us!”

“In a minute,” said Harold. He held up his drink to provide a reason for the delay.

Greg activated the pool’s jacuzzi function and, though not loud, it muted their voices.

Harold turned his back to the pool to face Marci and me. He gave us a wide-eyed look.

Marci laughed, then leaned into Harold’s ear to whisper. He nodded and laughed.

“What?” I asked, being out of hearing range. Marci whispered into my ear.

“I asked Harold if he noticed Greg’s dick.”

I looked at Harold and nodded.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if you told me,” he said while smiling and using his normal voice.

“Oh, I’m sure you have a nice dick, Harold,” said Marci, also smiling. Hearing her comment about his penis gave my own a stir. It had already responded to Meg’s striptease, and I began the worry cycle that I might embarrass myself.

Marci patted my knee. “Let’s have one more drink!”

She moved behind the bar and Harold and I turned to face her.

“Do you want another one of those thingies?” She pointed to my empty rusty nail.

“No, just bourbon with a splash, please.”

“Same,” said Harold.

I looked at the pool. Susan and Meg were on either side of Greg, who had his arms resting on the pool’s edge behind them. They appeared to be cuddling him. Activity beneath the water-line was anyone’s guess.

“Here ya go,” said Marci, referring to our drinks. She poured one for herself and we toasted. She looked over Harold’s shoulder. “I think your wife and Greg are getting along.”

“They do look like they’re getting chummier,” I said. “But nothing too sordid seems to be occupying them.”

We chatted a good ten minutes before Marci sounded another alarm, her eyes emphasizing we should have another look.

Meg had turned to face Greg and it appeared her hand was busy. We could see Greg had an erection, which was obvious as it had periscoped above the water line. Meg’s hand rose over the tip before re-submerging. It was impossible to interpret this action as anything other than an aquatic handjob.

The evening had taken a decided turn into the lascivious. Seeing Meg thus occupied assured me anything could now happen between the three of them in the pool. It was affecting me too. The stirrings I felt focused on possibilities between the three of us now at the bar. The air between us had become less dense like there were fewer atoms keeping us apart, and it felt like we were falling into a spell.

But only Marci was in a position to lead us.

“They seem happy,” said Harold, unperturbed.

“She’s very friendly,” said Marci. “It’s nice of Susan to share Greg like that.”

Susan and Greg kissed as Meg continued to stroke him. I wondered how Harold really felt, but he seemed fine on the surface. I turned to Marci, whose eyes were fixated.

“Don’t let us hold you back,” I said. “There seems to be plenty of Greg to go around.”

“I’m good,” she said. “I’ve got the two of you.”

Harold laughed as Meg called out.

“Aren’t you guys coming?”

“In a minute,” said Marci. She removed her top to indicate she was on her way. Adjusting her boobs in her bra, she said: “I think my gals are pining to be free.”

“Don’t let us stop you,” I said.

“Okay.” She removed the bra. She was now topless while wearing tight jeans, and this sight left me brimming with pride and desperate hunger. I wanted to replay the last few minutes. The way Marci filled a bra was inspiring enough. Her naked breasts took that inspiration to another level entirely.

As she poured us another round, I watched Susan rise from the water and sit on the edge of the pool.