Markus and Juliette, Jealousy.
The major characters in the 'Then Something Happened' Series.
(Dear reader, introducing Markus and Juliette and another couple into the mix. Markus and Juliette, a happily married mid-twenties couple go to a pool party, the first of the summer. There is some Exhibitionist and Voyeur behavior.)
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Hi I am Markus. My wife Juliette and I were in the kitchen, I had just finished putting away the crookery after my darling wife had got them out the dish-washer and given them a close inspection and wipe down. She had the last items still to go and was industrially polishing the first of the expensive cut glass goblets, a wedding present, we liked to drink our wine from.
Juliette was on the opposite side of the island bench, fully focused on her task. The kitchen/dining area door was right behind me, I knew this could get awkward and with Juliette's bright red hair came a serious temper. I was fairly sure Juliette would not throw the expensive goblet at me!
I plucked up the courage to ask her a rather delicate question!
"Jules, Darling". She did not look away from her polishing. "Do you still have that white bathing suit, the one that goes transparent when wet"?
I saw the signs, instant cessation of polishing. A raised eyebrow, a slow flush. The goblet being very carefully placed on the bench top. I got ready to run.
"Yes: Why do you ask?" Juliette's tone was cool to say the least, but I saw all the signs of a rising temper.
'Well I had survived first contact, best get it over with,' I said to myself. "We are going to that barbeque and pool party Saturday at Brenda and Bobs," I continued in a rush of words, "Well I want you to wear it!"
The signs were un-mistakeable. Lips a straight line, a muscle in the side of her face twitched. No sign of color, she was working up to a major explosion. I was in trouble, but had planned my get way and beat a hasty retreat. Carefully closing the kitchen door behind me, then rushing, no running down the hall and up the stairs and into the bathroom. I did not slam the bathroom door, but made sure Juliette would know where I was. I undressed.
It seemed that my hasty retreat had worked. I had not heard Juliette follow me out the kitchen. I took my time in the bathroom, carefully placing my discarded underwear in the laundry hamper. Juliette always complained if I just left them on the chair, or even worse on the bathroom floor.
A full 15 minutes later and still no sign of Juliette. We had a sort of signaling system. If I went for an early shower it was an indicator that I would like company in our generous shower space. I was still alone and breathing, so I took a cold shower. I dried off. I went to our bedroom, it was empty. I got into bed and found my Kindle and began, well, tried to read. Still no sound, or sign of Juliette, this was seriously bad!
I used the dimmer switch and turned the bedroom lights right down, I managed to find where I was in the sexy thriller I was reading. I had scrolled a couple of pages when I became aware of soft foot-steps and restrained breathing.
"Oh, you're still awake!" Juliette was standing in the bedroom doorway.
I shut the Kindle down, I did not dare say a word.
"Care to explain why you want me to wear that damn swim suit after the trouble I got into wearing it on our cruise?"
I felt relief, but did not dare show that just yet as there were a few hurdles to cross before I was home safe.
"Thank you, Jules, it's like this." Juliette sat on the end of the bed, made no move to undress. "Brenda is always coming on to me, especially if you are out of sight. She flaunts those big boobs, fondles herself. She has only ever touched my arm or cheek, but the message is quite clear, 'I am a cock tease want to see more of me?' sort of activity." I paused, Juliette made no comment. "Well I want you to take a dip when Brenda is not in the immediate vicinity and Bob is on that recliner he always claims as his own, the one by the pool steps." I paused, this was the critical bit.
"Then when you see Brenda returning to the pool area, you climb out the pool and attract Bobs attention, which won't be difficult. Brenda will get extremely jealous. I come to the steps and hand you your towel. Brenda will get the message that I am taken and stop coming on to me and find another victim."
Juliette snatched a pillow and began beating me about the head, I feared for my life!
After a few serious blows to the head, I heard laughter. "I'll do it!" shouted my darling wife. I don't think she ever got undressed so quickly before, but our lovemaking was fierce and fast. I had survived, Brenda would get the message and leave me alone.
The Saturday afternoon and not having laid any plans, we had not even discussed it and we set off for Brenda and Bob's. We had left it rather late to arrive, indeed we were that last of the ten couples to arrive, so the only loungers left were in the back and at the deep end of the pool.
