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

“Thanks, honey,” said Susan, when I handed her the drink. “We were just talking about Kathy. Greg’s got some funny stories.”

“Who is Kathy?” asked Marci.

“Greg’s ex-wife,” I said.

“Oh, right. I met her,” said Marci. “What’s so funny?”

“She really put Greg through the wringer,” said Susan, smiling, like she was glad that Kathy had been a pill. We all knew that already.

“That’s not so funny,” I said. “I’m sure that was painful.”

“At the time, maybe,” said Greg. “Now it’s just stories. They don’t have any emotional impact. Well, actually, they do, in that it makes me happy that part of my life is over.”

“Well, tell us a story then,” said Marci. “I mean since it’ll make you feel better.” She smiled at Greg and then me.

I couldn’t help but notice Greg’s cock again. I didn’t think he was aroused, which made the fact that, as it was lying on his thigh, it could possibly be used as a weapon when erect. I wondered how Susan felt about that. Her posture was as open as ever.

“Okay,” said Greg. “I was just telling Susan that once Kathy came home from a trip and, as she was unpacking, I saw she had condoms. I knew they weren’t for me…”

“Because they were regular sized?” asked Marci, grinning. She thought her remark was witty, given the fact of Greg’s large naked cock was resting in full view on his thigh.

Greg blushed but continued.

“She said she didn’t know where they came from, then pretended to have the wrong bag. I looked through it and it was all her stuff. I pointed this out and she said someone must have pranked her.”

“Oh, well, that could have happened,” said Marci. “I’ve been there.”

“Sure, it was possible,” said Greg. “I didn’t argue with her. Then a month later an official notice came in the mail addressed to Kathy. Being curious, I opened it. It was from the Phoenix clerk of the court. It was a citation for public indecency. She had been arrested for public indecency. That was the gist of it, and at that moment she was laid over in Phoenix.

“I thought, okay, that’s it. Whatever she did, I didn’t want to know about it. I called a lawyer for advice. He said he’d dig into it and get back to me.

“The following day he called and said he hoped I was sitting down. I sat down. The citation in the mail was just one of many she’d received over the years. She even had one charge for prostitution. She had to pay a fine and do a week of community service. That was in Salt Lake of all places. I just thought she was on an extended trip when she served the sentence.”

“Holy Christ!” said Marci.

“I know, Marci,” said Susan. “I couldn’t believe it either.”

“So,” continued Greg. “When she got home, and before she could go upstairs, I mentioned there was a lawyer trying to reach her involving something in Phoenix. She turned pale. Then she collected herself and asked what the lawyer said. I was coy at first, then thought what the hell. I said, ‘Apparently you’ve been charged with public indecency’.

“She said I was crazy, so I showed her the notice that came in the mail. Kathy looked at it and said she could explain. I said, okay. Explain. She said she’d had too much to drink one night, and went to the pool to swim off the booze. She met a guy there and he forced himself on her.

“That would be a sad story except the truth was she had been with two men, and they were consensually fornicating in the hot tub. As they were all belligerent when security tried to stop them, they called the police and had them arrested. That’s what my lawyer dug up in the police report. So I laid it out to her and she knew she was beaten. Her stuff was already packed. She left that night.”

“Jesus,” said Marci. “Two guys. I’m so sorry, Greg. That had to be tough.”

“It was what it was,” he said. “But that and all the other stuff made it easy to let her go. That was only four months ago. It seems like years now.”

“You poor guy,” said Susan. She patted his leg within an inch of his impressive manhood.

“Jesus, I’ll say,” said Marci. “So I guess you’re still healing.”

“Not anymore. I feel great.”

“Good,” I said. I refreshed our drinks. As Susan reached over Greg with her glass, her left breast brushed his arm, an occurrence that seemed very familiar for a non-married couple. She’d even paused for a moment, letting it dangle on his bicep. There was no way he hadn’t noticed.

I decided it was time for Susan and I to review the situation privately. I asked her to help me in the kitchen. As she lifted off the lounger I felt a stab of jealousy, as her ass featured beautifully as it rose just feet away from Greg’s eyeballs.

We got to the kitchen and before I could say a word she put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. Feeling her naked body against my own felt terrific, almost like it was coming home after a long separation. She was mine, of course, to have and hold. What was I worried about, if anything?

She looked into my eyes. “Are you having fun?” She said this with a broad smile on her face, clearly indicating she was. “You don’t mind, do you, having Greg here?”

“No. And you seem pretty comfortable.”

“I know. I’ve only been completely naked with five men. That includes you and now Greg.”

“I hadn’t looked at it that way,” I said. “So, you’re over last weekend’s little mishap in the yard.”

“Oh yeah. Definitely. I’m comfortable around Greg this way.”

“You are? You mean, right now, or in general?”

She looked perplexed. “How do you mean, in general?”

“I mean, just whenever, I guess. Like tomorrow, for example. If he comes over for a visit and it’s hot like it