The Vacation Wife David Stone (phonics reader .TXT) 📖

Marci. “Oh goodie, a fresh pitcher.” She held up her glass. “I guess your neighbor’s a no-show, eh?”

I looked at Susan. “You didn’t tell her?”

“Marci,” she said, whispering. “Ryan just told me on the phone Greg’s been watching us for a half hour.”

“Oh God,” said Marci, also in a whisper. She shuddered with excitement. “Really, he’s watching us?”

“He’s gone inside,” I said, in a normal voice.

“Oh fuck,” said Marci, also in a normal voice now. “We did it, huh? Did he take pictures? I mean, what did you see, Ryan? What was he doing? Did he jack-off?” She laughed.

“He just sat on his deck pretending to read a book while he spied on you two. I didn’t see a camera.”

“He could still be watching us,” said Susan. “I’m not sure what to do now. Should we get dressed?”

“If you want to,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t. I was enjoying this close-up view of them naked.

“Well,” said Marci. “Ryan has to join us if we stay this way. It’s only fair.”

“Marci, you’re getting drunk,” said Susan. “I admit, so am I a little bit. It’s okay Ryan. It’s fun. I don’t mind if Marci sees you naked again.”

I was embarrassed to join them for obvious reasons.

“I bet he’s hard as a rock, Susan. What man wouldn’t be? Look at us! We’re two hot babes.”

“Honey, do you have an erection?” asked Susan, almost tenderly. “It’s okay. Marci’s seen it before. It’ll probably go away if you think of something else... I know. Remember when your dad told you about his polyps?”

Marci laughed at the ploy but, surprisingly, it worked. I felt some relief and removed my gym shorts, then sat with them covering my crotch.

“Ah gee,” said Marci. “Look at us now, suburban nudists. Maybe we’ll start a trend.”

“It is nice once you get used to it,” said Susan. “It feels kind of naughty, though.”

“So, it’s working for you,” I said. “You know, the naughty part.”

I felt comfortable enough now to remove the gym shorts from my lap. My cock was behaving, more or less. Maybe it had needed a rest. Marci was her usual, unashamed self. She was now sitting facing me in an open lotus position. I could see she was trimming herself more closely. She’d let things go kind of wild back in our day. Going down on her was like dipping your head into a kelp farm.

Susan remained more or less rigid. I wasn’t sure what was going through her mind. Maybe my nudity around Marci was making her uncomfortable. I was about to say something when she got up and walked naked into the house. All she said was, “Potty stop.” I was surprised that she didn’t wrap herself in her towel.

The temperature was rising by the minute and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky nor a breeze on the ground. We were starting to bake. It made absolute sense to be naked in this weather. The heat was coming earlier every year now.

Marci was now jamming her cuticles back into shape with a stick intended for that purpose. She looked very natural naked like she was meant to be that way. I was feeling comfortable now even though my cock was in full view. For a moment, I wondered if I still had the right to feel her breasts. It was strange how that goes once a relationship ended.

“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