Julie and I had checked into our hilltop hotel overlooking the French Riviera. It was early May, a little before tourist season kicked in, but the weather was fantastic. Warm enough to use the superb pool and hot tub. We quickly changed into swimming suits and headed out to enjoy some sun and soak.
Set on the hilltop, away from the rooms, with the spectacular view toward the sea below, the pool area was secluded and inviting. There were only two other patrons at the pool, thirty-something guys wearing speedos. Julie commented on how fit and good-looking they were, adding "I bet they're gay!"
"Not everyone who wears a "banana hammock" is gay, especially in Europe" I reminded her.
"Whatever," she retorted, setting back into her lounge chair, removing her bikini top and spreading lotion all over her exposed skin.
The two guys looked over and waved, then settled back into their conversation.
After about ten minutes, Julie said, "how about a quick dip in the pool then a soak in the hot tub before we head back to the room to change?"
"Sounds like a plan!" I exclaimed.
A little background on Julie and I. We are in our mid-forties, married for almost 20 years. She is quite the exhibitionist and loves to flirt. A few years ago, she had gotten drunk at a wedding and taken the flirting to the level of an all night fuck fest with a couple of groomsmen. We had separated then reconciled. I found i didn't mind the flirting because it usually led to some great sex.
So I was not surprised when she dove into the pool still topless. I dove in after her and we floated around for a few minutes.
One of the "speedo guys" joined us in the pool and paddling over introduced himself as Claudio. He explained that he and his colleague, Pietro, were employees of an Italian company on a business trip to nearby Nice.
After chatting from a few minutes, Julie announced that she was going to soak in the hot tub.
"What a marvelous idea!" said Claudio, rushing to the pool ladder ahead of Julie, then reaching out with his hand to help her up. His compatriot Pietro hurried over and offered his hand to Julie also, the both of them "escorting" her to the hot tub while I followed behind. They sat down, Julie bracketed by the two Italians.
Having no choice, I sat opposite them as we all talked. They asked questions about the States, Julie and I about Italy.
Soon, a waiter appeared, carrying a tray with four glasses and what turned out to be two bottles of champagne chilling in a bucket.
"I hope you will join us in drinking some champagne, " said Pietro.
Julie and I both agreed and he filled all of our glasses.
We continued to chat. We told them of our two 20-ish children and how this was our done-with-tuition celebration.
They both complimented Julie on how she looked like she was 20, causing her to smile broadly.
I have to admit, her skin glistening in the sun, sipping champagne, nipples floating right above the water, she looked smoking hot.
As they spoke about their lives, Julie asked if either was married or had a girlfriend. When both said no, Julie looked at me, smirked and mouth, "I told you so"
Half way through the second bottle, Julie stood, saying, "I'm starving! We haven't had lunch. C'mon Fred, lets get something to eat! And, speaking of that, we need to make dinner reservations!"
At that point, Claudio piped in.
"Please, join Pietro and I for dinner in the hotel restaurant. The food is excellent, as are the views!"
I looked over at Julie, who gave me the "why not" shrug.
"Sure! We'd love to!" I said.
"Great! See you at 8:30!" exclaimed Claudio.
We retrieved Julie's top and headed back to our room. As soon as we were out of ear-shot, Julie tells me,
"I'm sorry I was right about them being gay. Would have loved to flirt with them a little, imagine their hands all over me."
" You little vixen!" I said smiling.
