Mike saw the last of the guests out of the house and shut the door. He looked around the living room at all the empty bottles and glasses. He stretched leaning back against the door and let out a noisy yawn. The place was a wreck but the cleaning would have to be done tomorrow.
"Tired?" a voice said.
Mike jumped a little and looked up and saw Marilyn walking down the stairs that led up to the bedrooms into the living room.
"Yeah, I must be," he said. "You startled me."
She just smiled at him. Then she raised her hand up and he saw that she was holding two swimsuits.
"Your lovely wife and I are going for a swim," she said. "You should join us."
"So that's where she is."
"She's already in naked and everything."
"Jesus."
"I'm bringing her a swimsuit in case the neighbors look out their windows."
"Thank you."
"Are you coming out?"
"Maybe in a bit."
Marilyn went out the sliding glass doors that led to the pool. He put his head in his hands. Why couldn't his wife just drink like a normal person. Why did it always end up with blacking out or getting naked or worse.
He walked up the stairs to the master bedroom. He did not want to see what the guest bathroom looked like.
He walked in the room where earlier he had ran into Marilyn who he was sure had been doing lines in the bathroom. He could see it in his wife's eyes that she had been doing it if he couldn't tell on Marilyn. Marilyn was the only place he knew that she could get it anyway.
His wife was not with her in the bathroom when he saw Marilyn earlier. She had accosted him then, insisting that he kiss her. He tried to refuse but the next thing he knew she was giving him head on the bathroom counter. When it was over and he had come in her mouth and she swallowed in down, she kissed him and said, "Don't worry. She was mine long before I gave her to you."
Marilyn had been his wife's college roommate in the eighties at FSU. She had been staying with them now since her separation from her husband six months ago. At first, he liked having Marilyn around, but he had been sleeping with her for nearly 3 months now and the guilt was getting to him. Not only was he cheating on his wife, but over the years he had developed a friendship with her husband Frank who was still in Cincinnati. He had begun to tell himself that he needed Marilyn to leave and that the only reason she had come was to break up their marriage,
Becky had mentioned that things had happened between them in school, but something about what Marilyn had said earlier that night after going down on him had made him nervous. He decided to put on some trunks and go for a swim.
The water will wake me up enough he thought, and a couple of laps will make me that good tired you get after you exercise before going to bed.
He put on his trunks and went downstairs, through the living room and out the sliding glass doors. When he came to the pool he jumped in. He had seen them close before he dived, but it did not register until he was underwater. He came up quickly and wiped his eyes.
Marilyn and Becky were kissing across the pool from him. Becky was still naked under the water. They broke apart.
"Baby," His wife called. She was slurring. "Baby come here!"
He swam over to her.
"Mari wanted me to put on a suit, but I told her I didn't want to."
"I said she needed to get in the water if she wouldn't put it on," Marilyn said.
"No one will see."
He just shrugged and looked at them- exact opposites- his wife with dark hair that formed tight curls when it was not wet with her rail thin physique and small breasts and dark nipples versus Marilyn with straight blonde hair and a voluptuous build with big, full breast and light pink, puffy nipples.
"Come here," his wife said to him.
He was unsure, but he listened anyway. He was silent, unable to control his movements. His wife kissed him.
"Mmm," she said and turning to Marilyn. "He's not as soft- but I like firm. It's a toss up."
"What's that?" he said.
"Who's a better kisser," his wife said. "She's soft, you're firm."
"Let me see," Marilyn said and floated ever next to him.
He started to move back.
"Yes, Mari, see," she said and laughed. "He's very firm."
So he let Marilyn kiss him.
"Mmmm," she said and she was rubbing his crotch.
Then Becky came over and he felt their hands alternate as she kissed him. Then she kissed Marilyn again.
"See?" she said. "Different."
