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

“Okay.” Her eyes twinkled. “If you want me to be naughty, I mean. I like the idea if it makes you happy. I know it makes me really hot to think you like it.”

“How do you mean?”

“That you want me to explore myself? Like what we were planning today with Marci. I mean, women sunbathe naked in their backyards all the time, but not so the neighbors can see them do it. Not on purpose. You want Greg to see me naked too.”

“Too? It sounds strange when you put it that way, but I’d be lying if I said the prospect didn’t arouse me a little.”

“Just a little?” She seemed disappointed.

“A lot, then. It makes me very aroused to imagine it. Hell if I know why.” I wanted to make love to her right there in the kitchen.

Thinking of Marci in the picture seemed to amp everything up. I’d never thought of her being back in my life on those terms, though I wasn’t sure what those terms were. Seeing her naked again? Having her involved in my wife’s attempts to explore her fantasies? Is that what we were doing? Did Susan have a secret exhibitionist fantasy? I’d heard women had stripper daydreams. Maybe it was in that vein.

Hell if I really knew anything.

For no reason, I thought of Susan making love to Greg. No, not making love. Fucking. That too made me crazy hot. Deliriously hot. I put that thought aside, almost fearing what would be the probable implications of her making love to another man. We weren’t that kind of couple, anyway.

Or were we?

We embraced standing in the kitchen. My erection, not finding any support in my gym shorts, was more than apparent. It was in the way.

Susan felt it with her hand, then bent and tugged my gym shorts down to free the rascal. “Ah, that’s better,” she said, looking at my liberated cock. “Your poor thing. You’re weeping for attention.” She put it in her mouth, which felt like it was on fire. She sucked hard then released it, stood and kissed me. Having my cock in her mouth while in our kitchen was an uncharacteristic move. It was one area of the house that had never witnessed foreplay.

“I don’t think I’ve had you in my mouth in broad daylight in years,” she said. “Why is that? You don’t have to answer. Feel me now.”

I slipped my hand into her shorts and panties. She was soaked. I tenderly slipped a finger inside and she did a little jump and giggled, then squeezed her legs together and laughed. “I like this, Ryan. I like where we seem to be headed now, all because of a little accident.

Was it an accident?

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” she said. “I haven’t showered yet. Do you want to come?”

“Of course, but I’ll finish here first.”

“Okay.”

Susan left and I finished tidying up. As I was doing so, there was a break in the rain, so I went on the deck to clean up from the previous evening’s debauchery. Our clothes were where we had left them, now soaked. Standing at the chaise lounge in daylight, it seemed impossible that two people would think of making love on it. I could see right into Greg’s kitchen. I bent over to check the view from a lower elevation. Yes, he could have clearly seen us going at it naked it if he’d looked, though of course, the lighting wouldn’t have revealed the finer details.

There’s no way if he was listening that he wouldn’t have heard the several volleys of “FUCK ME” serenading the neighborhood. Susan’s voice had a distinctive timbre, almost raspy when she was excited, and it projected well thanks to her theater studies in college.

As I was straightening up, Greg appeared on his deck and waved. At first, I thought I’d been caught misbehaving and needed to hide. Immediately, I realized how silly this was and waved back. It was an acknowledgment wave, the sort neighbors gave when there was no intention to carry it further, no desire to have a conversation.

As I entered our bedroom Susan was surveying herself naked in the mirror. Her hair was wet, meaning I’d missed the shower. I loved showering with her so I was disappointed, but seeing her naked took care of that.

She had a lovely body, which she kept finely tuned. Whereas I noticed the minor increments of aging on myself, there was no evidence she was in on that game. So far, she had defied aging in any noticeable way.

Chapter 5: That Was Hot

WHERE THERE’S SMOKE, THERE’S FIRE, ETC.

“Hi,” said Susan, when I entered. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She toweled her hair, then picked up a large-toothed comb from the dresser, bent her head to one side, and drew it through her luxuriant hair. Normally, after exiting the shower, she’d be wearing a towel or robe, so this casual nudity was a new twist. I liked it.

“Waiting for what?”

“You know. Waiting.” She smiled, put the comb down on the dresser, and moved to the bed. She crawled to the center and spread her legs. “I want to feel you inside me. I mean, if you’ve got a minute.”

I had no need to check my schedule. I dropped my gym shorts and joined her on the bed. My cock had fully tuned in and was thus already erect. I anticipated there would be foreplay, but she waved off my intentions in that area. I could see why.

“Just come inside me. I’m ready.”

I did as I was told and discovered that, indeed, she was more than ready to receive me. She wrapped her legs over my calves and put her palms over my buttocks. We kissed and, as was my normal routine, I began to thrust, first gently, then with increasing vigor.

“Honey, no. Go slow… I want to talk.”

“Talk?” We seldom used our lovemaking as an opportunity for conversation, so this