The vacation wife, p.11
The Vacation Wife, page 11
“So,” she said, without looking up. “How do you feel about this new side of your wife? Are you surprised?”
“I was initially. I’ve gotten used to it.”
“Do you think she wants to sleep with Greg?” She asked this offhandedly.
“That’s a bit of a jump, isn’t it?” I said, feeling it was indeed a jump, though it had now crossed my mind several times.
“Who knows? She’s been pretty giddy about all of this. She seems really happy. And she’s been really interested in hearing about us all of a sudden. We’d never talked much about you and me screwing.”
“You mean the details?” I was definitely curious.
“Like what you liked to do in bed, what we did, how risqué we got, that sort of thing.”
“Christ, what did you tell her?”
“The truth. I told her you were a complete pervert.”
“Thanks, Marci. I’m sure she was pleased to hear that.”
“I’m kidding. I told her we just did what couples do, regular stuff, and that you loved it when I sucked your cock. You did, you know.” She pushed her cheek out with her tongue in case I was confused on this point.
“You speak the truth. What can I say?” I wasn’t sure what to say but felt no harm in saying what I said. We were talking about the past.
“Have you ever thought of making love to me again?” So much for the past.
“No, Marci. I mean, not like it really happening again. But I was admiring you before when I was upstairs... Well, I’m admiring you now. You have a nice body. Susan knows that. You both do.” I felt my cock expanding. I wasn’t sure what to do about that.
“I’ve thought about it,” said Marci. “Lots. You’re in my Hall of Fame. Or is it infamy?”
“Well,” I said. “I guess it’s crossed my mind, at least the memory of making love to you. Sure. I’ve thought of it that way. Sometimes it feels strange to sit with you knowing you the way I do.”
“I know, right? I’ve swallowed your cum.” She licked her lips.
Susan returned with a bowl of dipping chips and salsa. She set it in front of Marci, who promptly dug in. Susan sat next to her, also in a lotus position, something I’d seldom if ever seen her do naked.
They were both ravenous. Chip crumbs were flying everywhere as they dipped and munched. A dollop of salsa landed on Marci’s breast and, when I pointed this out, Susan gamefully licked it off. They both laughed at that, and I wondered if the two of them were heading in a new direction. I hadn’t thought of that possibility, and I didn’t know what to think if it was a possibility.
Once they took the edge off their hunger, we refilled our glasses, emptying the second pitcher of margaritas. It didn’t matter, it was the weekend. There was no harm in a little celebration now and then, plus, we rarely drank during the week.
Facing the women, I didn’t have a direct line of sight to Greg’s backyard. I’d almost forgotten about that whole situation when I noticed a deer-in-the-headlights look on Susan’s face. I looked over my shoulder and saw Greg restored to his previous position on his deck, though he was now standing. It took a few seconds to digest the fact that he was now naked. He was stretching his arms with his head back like he was making an offering to the sun.
I had to admit he had an impressive cock. It hung rather far, I thought, and seemed thick, even from this distance. It didn’t look aroused, meaning it just hung straight down. He relaxed from his Sun God Worship pose, then sat in his chair and took a big gulp from a drink sitting beside his book, which he then picked up and pretended to read.
I looked at Susan. Her eyes were rigidly fixed on Greg and she seemed completely unaware of my presence. Marci remained clueless about the situation. She was now scraping crumbs through the remaining salsa and licking her fingers. She was covered anew with chip fragments and salsa drippings as you would imagine a kid might be who hadn’t been properly raised.
I leaned over to tap Susan’s knee, which startled her. She looked at me as her chest heaved, due to her drawing in a deep breath. Perhaps she’d forgotten to breathe while staring at Greg. I used a head gesture to indicate I was aware of what she had been looking at. She smiled and looked at Marci, who remained oblivious. I put a vertical finger to my lips, indicating Susan shouldn’t say anything about this new development in the adjoining yard.
“Marci,” I said. “Look at yourself, you’re a mess. We can’t take you anywhere.” She followed my eyes down to her boobs.
“I am a mess, aren’t I?” she said, laughing. She must have been fairly drunk now. “Where’s your hose? I could use a rinse.”
“We like to keep it in the yard.” I pointed to it on the lawn, coiled near the steps to the deck. She went to it, turned the faucet on, and pointed the end of the hose to her breasts. In a nanosecond, the water streamed and she screamed.
“Fuck that’s hot.” She pointed the hose to the yard to let the water heated by the sun escape. She tested the water and then ran it over herself, gently palming her breasts to rub off the stubborn crumbs. She turned off the hose and rejoined us, still oblivious to naked Greg next door.
Looking refreshed, she brushed off the chaise lounge, sat down, picked up her drink, and took a swig. Her breasts, now glistening from the water, looked utterly sublime. I’d truly forgotten how wonderful they were. She was more buxom than Susan, who was now leaning back in the lounge also looking as lovely as ever. Her posture was very open, almost like she was willing Greg to drink her in.
I decided to leave her to it, picked up the empty pitcher, tapped Marci’s knee and indicated she should follow me into the kitchen.
“What’s up?” she said, once there.
“Nothing. I just thought you could keep me company while I made another pitcher. You can help. How are you feeling, by the way? Do you need anything more to eat? You seemed ravenous with those chips.”
“I know, right?” she laughed. “Sometimes I can be a slob. Plus I have a thing for chips and salsa.” She rinsed out the pitcher and handed it to me. “I’m not sure what else I can do to help here, buddy. It’s pretty simple. Add the mix, dunk in the tequila. Shake it up.”
“Got it,” I said.
“Hey, let’s do some shots!”
“No! I feel it plenty already,” I said.
“Hey, it’s Saturday. Plus, why not? The day’s already pretty much toast.” She cut a lime into wedges, got shot glasses from the cupboard and filled them up. She handed me a glass and a wedge. “Bottoms up!” We downed the shots.
“One more!” she said and produced another round. I knew she could hold her liquor, but she was pushing it.
She waved her hand in front of her face, indicating she was hot or that the tequila burned. Possibly both.
“So, this is pretty weird, isn’t it?” she said. “We’re standing naked in your kitchen. I didn’t see that coming when I got up this morning.”
“Weird, but I’m used to it now.”
“Me too. It’s fun, like old times. Plus, I like seeing this side of Susan. She seems to like it too. I was shocked when she licked my boob.”
“Yeah, me too.” Once again I felt my cock responding rather quickly to the situation at hand. I was standing naked in my kitchen with a beautiful woman who was also naked. I turned to face the counter and look out the window, but it was too late.
“Oh, look at you!” said Marci. “Is that for me?” In a split second, she had reached over and grabbed my cock. It instantly filled her hand. I jerked back and she let go.
“Sorry, Ryan,” she said. “Old habits, I guess.” She laughed. I wanted to bend her over the counter and have my way with her.
What the hell was I thinking?
“You know,” she said. “You could screw me if you wanted to. I’m beginning to think Susan wouldn’t even mind.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I? I don’t think so. Let’s do another shot!”
“I really don’t need it, Marci. I’m pretty buzzed already.”
“So am I. Who cares?” She poured herself a shot and drained it, then left the kitchen to join Susan on the deck. Susan’s eyes were closed. She’d spread her legs a bit with her knees raised. I felt like climbing aboard but resisted.
“Hey,” said Marci. “Fresh drinks!”
Susan opened her eyes and smiled, grabbed her empty glass and sat up. “You two took your time. Did you have a little quickie or something?” She laughed, but she said it in such a way that made me feel she wouldn’t have minded. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part.
“Yeah,” said Marci. “He banged the hell out of me.” She sat down on the lounger somewhat tipsily, almost spilling the pitcher. I took it from her, refilled our glasses and sat down. I noticed Greg had put his book down and swiveled his chair. He was facing us with his head back, suggesting his earlier sun worshipping. His cock still looked on the large side. I considered myself average, which I used as a reference point.
Marci held up her glass and proposed a toast. “Hey, to happiness, guys!” Before we could acknowledge the toast, she took a drink. “It’s too bad your friend couldn’t join us.” She started to laugh as she looked over to Greg’s backyard, meaning to indicate which “friend” she was referring to. “OH FUCK!” she then said. “Look!”
“I know,” said Susan.
“He’s fucking naked!” said Marci, but in a raspy whisper.
“He’s been like that a while now, Marci,” I said.
“You knew?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, shit,” said Marci, almost slurring. “We should invite him over!” She was definitely drunk.
Before I could say anything Marci stood, waved, and hollered over to Greg. “Hey! Come join us!” She bent down to pick up the pitcher and held it up. “Come have a drink!”
This was a surprise. Susan looked at me with a very confused and horrified expression on her face. Marci hollered more encouragement to Greg. “Come Over!” Susan kicked Marci’s knee and mouthed a silent ‘What are you doing???’ Marci waved her off.
“Thanks. Give me a few minutes” we heard Greg shout back.
Yikes, I thought. Greg was coming over. What would we do now? Stay naked? Get dressed? I looked at Susan’s nudity in a whole new light. I wanted her to put on her clothes and of course, hoped she wouldn’t.
“He’s coming over,” said Marci, now sitting. She looked at Susan. “Did you see his cock?”
“I saw, Marci. I know,” said Susan. “What were you thinking? Jesus Christ!”
“What?” said Marci. “Didn’t we want him to come over? I’m confused now.”
Susan indicated she wanted me to respond to Marci’s question. That, or she needed my permission to respond positively. Maybe she wanted me to say out loud I was fine with Greg coming over as she laid there naked. My mind was doing backflips trying to sort it all out.
“There’s nothing we can do now,” I said. “He said he’d be over.”
“What should we do?” asked Susan. “Should I get dressed?”
“We could put on our bottoms,” thought Marci.
“That’s our underwear,” said Susan. “That’s no different, really. And what about our tits?”
They worked themselves into a naked frenzy. I didn’t have a clue as to what to do. Greg, with his monstrous cock, was coming over for a drink. I looked at my situation and felt a frenzy of my own.
There was nothing to do now but to grin and “bare” it.
Chapter 13: Calm Down!
GETTING TO KNOW YOU
“Ladies!” I said. “Calm down! He’s been looking at you naked all afternoon. Now he’s coming over. There’s no point in being worried about him seeing you close up. You both look great.”
They looked at each other, then became extremely preoccupied with how they looked. Susan let her hair down and shook it out while Marci reviewed her pubes like she was considering a quick trim. They resembled high schools getting ready for a date except they were naked, of course. For the moment I forgot about my own nudity.
“So, what do we do?” asked Susan once again, now that her hair was sorted out. “I mean, do we just act natural?” She drained her glass. “Ryan, are you sure you don’t want me to get dressed?”
“Just relax,” I said. “If you want to put your clothes on that’s okay. But you’re fine as you are. I don’t care either way.”
That was a lie.
This situation reengaged my cock’s attention. I didn’t want to greet Greg with an erection. I wanted our “naturism” to appear as something we enjoyed as a modern couple, or some such nonsense, and not like we were kids being naughty in the backyard.
Marci, unwisely, refilled her glass. Though it was true she held her liquor well enough, as with anyone, this was true only up to a point. I thought what the hell and had her refill my glass too.
There was a knock on our gate. The three of us looked at each other like spooked kids around a campfire ghost story competition. I hadn’t noticed Greg crossing his lawn to get to the gate, so I was unprepared for the knock, even though I knew it was coming. One of us had to go let him in. This fact hadn’t occurred to Susan or Marci, so I mentioned it.
“Oh,” said Marci. “I’ll go!” She got up rather excitedly and went to the gate which was out of our sight thanks to the shrubbery. I could hear Marci greeting him, some laughter, and then they came into view. Greg was wearing shorts with Marci walking nude beside him. It seemed unbalanced. I heard Susan release a sigh which sounded like disappointment.
I waved at Greg and said “Hello!” in a friendly, perfectly normal way. I’d never greeted another man while I was naked. It was weird. When they reached us, Susan said very naturally, “Hey Greg. How are you? I hope we didn’t shock you!”
He said, “Hey Susan. No. Not at all. I’m great. How are you?”
“Great.”
Good. We were all great, except the three of us were naked and he was wearing shorts.
I hadn’t thought of bringing another chair over. I didn’t really want to get up now and fetch one, so I suggested to Marci that she do it. She did so and then resumed her position on the lounger next to Susan. Greg and I sat on the side of it in deck chairs facing them.
The atmosphere felt a bit thick, and I wasn’t sure how to cut through it, so I stuck with normal social banter that might occur between neighbors when they’re all fully clothed.
“How’ve you been, Greg?” I asked, with a tone of sincere interest, a tone used when the person you’re addressing has been recently divorced.
“I’m well enough, Ryan. Thanks for asking,” he replied.
In case Marci wasn’t up to speed on Greg’s affairs, I mentioned his recent divorce.
“Oh, right,” said Marci. “Your wife ran off with a pilot.”
“Marci!” said Susan. “That’s not nice to say.”
I immediately thought, oh, look at Susan going to Greg’s defense! Then I put that six-year-old in my head away.
“It’s okay,” said Greg with a smile. “It’s true. It doesn’t bother me anymore. I’ve moved on.”
“Good,” I said.
“Was she the one who sunbathed in a skimpy suit?” asked Marci, demonstrating she hadn’t registered Susan’s earlier comment.
“That would be the one,” said Greg with another small laugh.
“Ryan probably enjoyed that,” said Marci.
I felt sheepish but nodded my head. It was true. It was also clear Marci wouldn’t let herself be reeled in.
“So, Greg, aren’t you going to join us?” asked Marci. She was referring to his shorts and the fact that they were still on.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to assume anything when I came over.”
“You’re fine either way,” I said.
“No he’s not!” said Marci. “Anyway, we already saw you naked over there.” She nodded over to Greg’s backyard.
Greg laughed. “I admit, I was surprised when I looked over earlier and saw you all, but also pleased. Kathy and I enjoyed going to nude beaches. We never thought of hanging out naked in the backyard, or socializing at home that way.”
“No one can see us, Greg, except you,” said Susan, implicitly indicating she didn’t mind if Greg saw her nude.
“And you don’t mind if I…”
“We don’t mind. You can take off your shorts. It’s fun!” said Susan, now sounding very eager. Marci laid crosswise on the lounger like an Egyptian princess might have done, supporting herself on her elbow. Greg’s view was now a direct line from Marci’s feet to her head. She looked alluring, to say the least. Susan now sat with her back slightly arched, which highlighted her bosom. Her legs were far enough apart to be suggestive.
