By the time we got in the minivan and started the drive to Bob's house, I was humming a new tune. "I am Woman, Hear me Roar" had invaded my consciousness just as "Que Sera, Sera" had done earlier. I was convinced that tonight I could do anything.
Anything, that is, except actually fucking someone other than my husband. With all the slutty things I had done this weekend, and all the slutty things that I hoped I would soon be doing, I still considered myself married and I wasn't ready to jeopardize everything we had in search of that elusive craving for more and more thrills. I was, I believed, still moral, and the masturbation scenes with Bob in the lounge and the truckdriver on the Interstate were only temporary escapes from reality. Tonight would tell if I could take it just another baby step forward and still maintain my balance. I considered the possibility that I was rationalizing about my morality, but I dismissed any further consideration on that because I wanted so badly to continue. And continuing was what this evening was all about. I wished now that we had never agreed to give up grass after Christine had been born. What I needed right now were a couple of giant spliffs to settle my nerves.
We followed Bob's instructions and came to the street that led to his home. After turning left on one street, following it two blocks, and then turning right again onto a cul-de-sac we arrived at the address. It was a community of more than modest homes. Judging from housing costs in Riverside County where we lived I estimated it in the $400,000 -- $500,000 range. Strange, I thought, that they would live in a community like this while Bob worked in the hotel delivering food to the guests.
As we walked to the door and rang the bell we noticed the well manicured lawn and the beautiful plants and flowers that ringed the house. It was only a few moments until the door opened and a stunning blonde appeared in the door way. "Hi, you must be Jim and Liz. Bob has told me all about you. My name is Carla. Welcome to our home."
All? I thought. I wonder if he had told her that only four hours earlier he had placed his fingers inside my pussy and had masturbated me into having one of the most perfect orgasms that I had ever experienced.
We followed her into the house, past the front room and out into the backyard where we saw one of the most beautiful pools and Jacuzzis we had ever seen. The sun was just now beginning to set and I visualized what it would look like after the lights that I saw placed in strategic locations were turned on. There were ferns and flowers all about. The Jacuzzi was imbedded in cement a full six or seven feet above the pool and the overflow dropped down the side to the pool below creating the visual image of a waterfall descending to a lake. The backyard itself must have cost as much to construct as our entire house. It was magnificent.
She led us to an alcove carved in rock that had a table and chairs. On the far side of the alcove Bob was standing by a barbecue made out of rock and on the side was serving cart on wheels. There was a set of plates, silverware and some delicious looking steaks. "Hi," he said, "I told Carla that you would be coming, and when we didn't get a phone call I told her it was for sure. I'm glad you didn't let us down. She's been on pins and needles ever since I told her about you. Would you like something to drink?"
Bob asked for a beer and again I opted for a Margarita, a strong one I added, if it wasn't too much trouble. Bob assured me that it wasn't, and he went into the house to get the drinks.
"I guess you're wondering how Bob can afford a house like this on his salary and tips," Carla began as she at on one of the chairs and Jim and I settled down on the others "so let me put that question out of your mind. I bought the house and gave Bob the liberty of fixing it up as he saw fit. It was my money, but I put the deed in both our names. Bob and I are partners in everything. He wouldn't have to work if he didn't want to, but he says it gives him the opportunity to keep in touch with his working class roots, and it gives him the opportunity to meet people like yourselves. We have had many people over that Bob has met at work and we have had some wonderful experiences with them. Would you care for a short swim or a soak in the Jacuzzi before dinner? I hope you don't mind, but I always go nude."
Before either Jim or I could answer, Carla stood, pulled her blouse over her head and pulled off her shorts. Standing naked, she turned and walked to the spa. Her pussy was shaved, like mine, but had a well trimmed tuft right above the slit that gave it a less than naked look. It gave the impression that it, like her garden, was well manicured. She was stunning to be sure, but I now realized that she was older than I had first thought. She was probably in her early to mid forties and her breasts were beginning to show the signs of gravity. Her ass, however, was still firm and tight looking and didn't have any sag to it at all. Here, I thought, was a woman who loved her body and spent the time necessary to keep it trim and beautiful.
It was now approaching dark and there were many two story houses behind them on what I assumed was another cul-du-sac. I knew that if anyone were to look out the upper windows they would see everything that went on in the backyard, but if Carla didn't mind, then who were we to complain. Jim looked at me and I at him. We smiled and followed her to the Jacuzzi.
Jim sat on a small bench beside the Jacuzzi that Carla was now entering and he began taking off his shoes. His eyes were glued to Carla's lovely body and he got a clear view of her open lips as she stepped down into the water. He removed his shirt, laid it on the deck and the divested himself of his pants and shorts. As he stood there nude I could see the gradual rise of his penis into what I hoped would later be a gigantic hard on. I caught Carla looking at it too, and she had a small smile of triumph on her face.
As Jim entered the Jacuzzi to be with Carla I slowly raised the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. "Oh, no panties" Carla said approvingly, "and a shaved pussy as well. Bob was right. You are our kind of people." She stood up and purposely showed us hers as well, gently rubbing her fingers over it and looking down approvingly.
"Do you ever mind that so many houses can see down into your backyard" I asked Carla, as I stood there completely naked. I suppose that sounded like a contradiction in terms, my standing there nude and asking her if she cared about the other houses, but she didn't seem to notice. "Not really," she answered back. "When we first built the pool and spa there were no houses behind us. That's part of a new tract they built later. We made a point of introducing ourselves to the new owners as they moved in and we invited them to come over and get naked in the Jacuzzi with us. Three of them accepted, and two of them are still good friends. The third couple got a little offended on their first time here and the fourth couple were older and very prudish. They have called the police on us a couple of times for being naked in the backyard, but the police have pointed out that we can do anything we want on our own property and its up to them to shut the shades if they don't want to see. Luckily, none of them have kids."
"And what about the third couple" I asked with mock naivety, "how did you manage to offend them?" How could anyone as sweet and innocent as Carla ever manage to offend anyone, I thought with a silent chuckle?
"Well, they were the third couple that we had invited over," Carla responded. "I guess they had heard stories about us from the other two because they seemed awfully skittish at first. When I suggested they go nude with us in the Jacuzzi they both declined. But Tom said -- that was his name, Tom, ---that he had a "game" he wanted us to play with them to sort of break the ice. It was one of those board games where you roll the dice and move the little plastic people across the board and you land on spots and draw cards, you know, the cards that say "take a drink" or "exchange an article of clothing with someone else" and things like that. Well, we played the game with them for a little bit and I was getting bored, so when I drew a card and it said "Take off one article of clothing" I pulled my dress up over my head and sat down with only my shoes and panties on. I could have taken off one of the shoes, but what the hell, I was bored with the game. We continued to play and he kept staring at my tits as if he had never seen a pair before. Really shy he was. Well, on my next turn I landed on another space where I had to draw a card and it said "Do something outrageous" Well, for me, trying to figure out something to do outrageous was kind of hard, if you know what I mean, and it took me a while to think of all the things I could do. Finally I decided. I got up and peeled off my panties, got down on all fours so they could see my ass real good and I plopped a big ol' turd right there on the linoleum."
Immediately, Jim and I burst out in uncontrollable laughter and while we were laughing hysterically Bob returned with our drinks. He asked what we were laughing at, and when we told him he said that at least it was a hard stool and not soft. That made us laugh all the harder. We laughed so hard that our sides began to hurt. If hysterical laughter is good medicine then I'm very sure we were very healthy after that one.
After the laughter finally subsided Carla added "Yeah, but I guess I made a big mistake. When they saw what I had done the little wife barfed all over everything and then they left in a snit leaving the game and everything behind. They never even offered to help me clean up the two messes. If they had just joined us naked in the pool to begin with everything would have been all right. And we still have the game here somewhere. They never came back to pick it up." Of course that only renewed our spasms of laughter, and it was a good ten minutes before we could control ourselves again. During that time I had forgotten entirely that I was completely naked and was still sitting on the side of the Jacuzzi and not in it, and that Bob had brought us another round of drinks and had turned on the lighting.
