The vacation wife, p.28
The Vacation Wife, page 28
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 dress meant she was revealing a lot of boob and to the extent that a nipple made an appearance. This was in plain view of both Harold and Greg. My first thought was to help her register this fact. Then I thought no, Greg was on point for pointing out any possible wardrobe mishaps. Besides that, she’d been topless all afternoon.
When Susan straightened, she gave Greg a kiss on his cheek before offering him a bite of her tamale pie. This firmly reset my mind. I looked at Marci in her wonderful top and slim jeans and found this sight rejuvenating. She was talking to Harold in between licking her fingers, having not enjoyed complete success transferring food to her mouth.
She and Harold were getting along especially well. I thought of her being with him and felt a distinct absence of ease along with a profound excitement. She had said she would do it for me. I looked at Meg. She hadn’t purposely “sexed herself up” for the evening, but she did look especially sexy. She was wearing a tight top and there was a hint of nipple shadow. In addition, her tight, white Capri pants fit her perfectly, exposing slim calves and delicate ankles. Her sandals were high-heeled, and her whole effect was strikingly feminine as well as provocative.
Harold appeared on the balcony and I wondered if he knew I was having lascivious thoughts about his wife.
“Hey there,” he said.
I nodded an acknowledgment. We looked into the surrounding darkness. The ocean was visible and contrasted with the darker shoreline wandering north and south. There were few exterior lights at this end of the condo development.
“Look,” he said. “I thought we should talk.”
I turned to face him, leaning one elbow on the balcony railing.
“I know you’re a brooder, Ryan. That’s one of the reasons why I like you. You’re a thinker too.”
“Thanks.”
“But don’t over think this. I’m sure you’re picking up that Meg and Susan are getting along notably well.”
“In fact, I have noticed.”
“Well, Meg told me she thought something was there. Now that Susan knew of Gail, she was opening up to her.”
“And Meg is opening up to Susan. That’s the picture I got.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
“I am. I trust Susan. If it’s what she wants, I want her to have it.”
“Okay.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“The same. I trust Meg completely. What she wants is okay with me.”
“It’s definitely a unique situation,” I said. “Do you ever worry about where it could lead?”
“Not really. We’re smart now. We’ve agreed on everything that is or isn’t possible. That talk came after Meg’s affair. I’m thankful it happened for that reason alone. It forced us to be honest with each other.”
“I think we’re good there too,” I said. “We’ve all discussed it, and we keep discussing it.”
“There’s really no other way. You have to know what each other is thinking as you go. Things evolve and you can’t always anticipate how you’ll feel with each twist and turn, like this thing between Susan and Meg. It may just be something they have to get out of their systems, or it may take their relationship to a new level. Either way, they’ll know. They’ve got the freedom to find out.”
“They won’t have to sit and wonder about the ‘what if?’.”
“To tell you the truth, I think having an open marriage like this is the secret to a long, happy life together. It takes the pressure off and keeps it lively. Meg couldn’t wait to hear about my night with Emily, just like I couldn’t wait to hear about her night with Gail. We made love like teenagers as we shared our stories. It was passionate as hell. You can’t buy that passion in bottle form, or through marriage counseling.”
“Hey guys!” said Marci, joining us on the balcony. Her timing was perfect. I had sensed I was on the verge of asking Harold if he wanted to sleep with Susan. I already knew the answer, and there was no point in asking the question.
“Boy talk?” She put her arm around me.
“Hi, Marci,” said Harold. “No, just talk.”
“I think your wives want to bang,” she said.
“A consensus seems to be forming to support that assumption,” I said. “We were just discussing it.”
“So, boy talk after all.”
“In a fashion,” said Harold. “We’re were also saying how lucky we are to have such attractive wives. Well, Ryan has two attractive wives.”
“Oh, thanks, Harold! You did mean me, right?”
“I did.”
Marci gave him a peck on the cheek. “Hey, you have Emily too. She’s hot.”
“I won’t deny it. But so far we’re not calling her my vacation wife.”
“Ryan and I have moved beyond that. Is bigamy legal anywhere?”
Harold laughed. “I think you’d be fine in Saudi Arabia. We could open a branch there for Ryan.”
“See,” said Marci. “Everything always works out one way or another.”
Meg, Susan, and Greg appeared on the balcony.
“We’re going up to the roof!” said Meg. “They’ve got a hot tub up there!”
I looked at Marci and imagined her undressing in front of Harold and Greg. The image stirred in my mind and excited me. I knew Greg had already seen her naked, and Harold had seen her topless, but neither of them had seen her undress.
I looked into Marci’s eyes. They smiled at me. They said, “Whatever you want, I want too”.
We followed the others up the spiral staircase.
Chapter 32: Room For Everyone
NIGHT MOVES
Greg opened the roof bar and mixed us all drinks. He was a natural and unstumpable bartender. I ordered a rusty nail and he didn’t flinch. Fully stocked bars made for good neighbors, especially when they followed them on the road.
Not that we needed any more to drink. We were all feeling quite loose, and Meg and Susan had become noticeably more frisky.
The rooftop lighting was low-key and perfect for setting an intimate mood. No one dashed for the hot tub. Greg said it was custom-built and was really almost a heated pool due to its size. 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. Even in this heat, steam rose from her naked body into the ethereal night. She gave her breasts a squeeze then cupped them from underneath. Greg rose from the water and sat beside her. His cock had slightly detumesced but still looked record worthy.
“Aren’t you guys going to strip?” asked Marci. “I’m half naked here.”
Harold and I stood to undress. It felt silly doing it in tandem with another man, but I got over it. Much to my relief, Harold and I were similarly equipped. In fact, our cock and ball arrangements were nearly mirrored images.
Marci pushed her drink to our side of the bar, came around and stood in front of us. She unbuttoned her jeans, undid their zipper, and began a slow shimmie to push her jeans down, which pulled her panties down as well. Once her jeans fell to her feet she stepped out of them and finished removing her panties in one graceful motion. The effect on Harold and myself was similar.
“Oh, look at you guys! Thanks!” She laughed. “Hey, gimme some room.” She got a towel from the end of the bar, put it on the stool between us, and sat facing outward from the bar. We were now flanking her with semi erect cocks which, at this point, seemed entirely natural.
While this was going on, Meg had moved between Susan’s legs and they were talking, though we couldn’t hear the words. Susan laughed. She hunched her shoulders and shook her head, like she was protesting something, which drew Meg out of the water and into an embrace. She put her arms around Susan and kissed her. At first, the latter protested, but soon they were both embracing hungrily. Meg’s exceptional buttocks tensed as Susan’s hands gripped them. I’d never seen Susan fondling another woman’s ass and knew this sighting would land in the permanent record as a cherished memory.
Meg dipped back into the water and, with her hands curling over Susan’s thighs, kissed them in a delicate progression towards Susan’s swelling masterpiece. Susan protested, her hand landing on Meg’s head to push it away, but Meg persisted.
We could now clearly hear what Susan said. “Oh, Meg! Oh God! I CAN’T LET YOU DO THIS TO ME!” It was her final protest.
Susan’s back arched as her facial expressions assumed a blend of pain and pleasure. A woman’s tongue was now exploring her intimate center for the first time, and her shock was demonstrated in the staccato manner of her gasps. Meg freed a hand and reached for Greg’s cock. It quickly filled her hand. After several minutes, Meg shifted her body to take Greg’s cock into her mouth. Susan leaned over to kiss his lips. He put one arm around her and squeezed her breast and rested his free hand on Meg’s head, now bobbing over his cock.
“Wow,” said Marci, almost in a whisper. “That sure didn’t take long!” She leaned over and kissed me, then sat up. Both Harold and I had full erections. Marci looked me in the eyes, her expression indecipherable. Her shoulders rose as she inhaled deeply, perhaps preparing herself for her next move. With our eyes still fixed, she reached down to hold my cock. She held it gently, then turned to aim her other hand to hold Harold’s cock too. She looked back and forth at each of her hands, disbelieving her eyes. She was holding two men’s cocks.
I was momentarily in shock. I looked at the hand holding Harold’s cock and saw his balls dangling beneath, swinging as she gently stroked us both. I felt dizzy with desire.
“Aren’t you guys going to feel my titties?”
Harold waited for me to acknowledge my feelings on the matter. I gave him a nod which said I was permitting him to touch Marci’s tits. He reached over and cupped her left breast. Marci gasped, then leaned over to kiss him. She was now stroking both of us, her breast was in his hand, and they were kissing. I grabbed her right breast and lifted her nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard and she gasped again, then switched to kiss me. Harold sucked her nipple and she moaned. Instinctively, she went back and forth between us. Her legs spread slightly as her pelvis undulated over the stool. It wasn’t equipped to give her satisfaction, and her actions became urgent. She pumped our cocks with even more fervor as we kissed her mouth and sucked on her nipples and fondled her breasts. I wondered if she might climax.
