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

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