We were very well off. My husband Ang owned a successful Italian restaurant, which was patronized by several members of the mob.
We had a seventeen-room house in the affluent suburb of town and our neighbors were doctors and business executives. Seventeen-foot cathedral ceilings in the living room and entrance with windows rising all the way to the top. A large master bedroom complete with an en suite bathroom with a whirlpool tub and his and hers sinks.
My husband drove a black Mercedes SL roadster and I had a Lincoln Town Car at my disposal. Unfortunately I had never learned to drive so Angelo employed a live in grounds keeper and chauffer to drive me wherever I desired to go.
Tyrone was a mid-forties black man who was married to our maid Maxine. Tyrone and Maxine lived in the apartment over the garage.
I was Ang's trophy wife. Twenty-eight, five foot six, blonde hair and a figure that turned men's heads. We had met when I worked as a waitress in his restaurant and became involved and eventually married.
I had quickly adapted to being a kept woman.
The only down side was Ang was not exactly any Romeo. He was considerably overweight and as hairy as a bear. Even though he was a big guy his dick was kind of on the short side and he always come before me and left me unsatisfied.
We fucked almost every night but I still felt unfulfilled.
Having a maid and not needing to work myself I tried to keep myself busy doing volunteer work in the local St Vincent de Paul store operated by the church. The store sold donated second hand goods, clothing, furniture, etc.
I would get Tyrone to drive me to the store and drop me off. He would return and the end of my shift and drive me back home. I worked in the store two days a week. This still left me a lot of idle time.
Ang didn't like me hanging around the restaurant, he liked hitting on the waitresses and my being around cramped his style.
It was a hot afternoon in July and I was feeling restless. I called Tyrone and asked him if he would drive me.
I got into the Lincoln at the front door dressed in only a halter-top and pair of shorts. The air conditioning was belching out frigid air and my nipples instantly turned into bullets under my top.
"Where to?" Tyrone asked.
"Just drive out into the country Tyrone." I asked.
Tyrone headed the big black Lincoln down Sulphur Spring Road into the countryside.
Tyrone's conversations with me were always respectful and subservient. He was the hired help and he knew it.
"Is there someplace to swim around here?" I asked Tyrone.
"There's Crystal Lake about five miles from here but you wouldn't want to go there." Tyrone announced.
"Why not?" I curiously asked.
"Some of the fellows swim nude there." Tyrone informed me.
"Let's go there!" I beamed.
Surprised, Tyrone looked at me in the rear view mirror, smiled and accelerated the car.
Tyrone turned off onto a gravel road that disappeared into the Cedar woods and after about five minutes turned into a private laneway that was only two tire tracks into the trees.
After jostling a few hundred feet along the rough path the trees opened into a clearing. On the left side was an ancient log cabin with a completely nude guy lying in a lounge chair out front.
The gatekeeper was a wizened up old guy with a great bush beard and moustache. He looked like someone out of the Charles Manson tribe.
He sauntered over to Tyrone's window and inspected the occupants of the car.
"Twenty bucks." He said satisfied we were no threat to his operation.
"I passed a twenty over to Tyrone which he gave the gatekeeper and we continued into the swimming hole.
Crystal Lake was an old abandoned stone quarry about five hundred feet across and surrounded by a grass border. The water was sparkling blue in the midday sun and looked seductively inviting.
There were about a dozen swimmers already there when we arrived, all were men and like Tyrone warned all were naked.
All eyes were on us as Tyrone guided the car to a spot a discreet distance from the closest swimmer. Tyrone stopped the car and I got out.
The warm sun felt good after the chill of the air-conditioned car. I knew all eyes were on me as I reached behind my back and unfastened my top. I brought the top forward allowing my bare breasts to spill out into Tyrone's and all the strangers' view.
