Paula is a great wife. Sexy, beautiful, and incredibly intelligent. She loves to dress provocatively, flirt and use here sensuality to get her way in many situations. Paula is 5'8" and weights only about 125 pounds. She has a model's body that belies her age. So, at 50, she gets hit on by men from ages 30 to 60 all the time. She can tease, be coy, alluring convincing, demure, coquettish, sly, and demanding. With all those womanly traits, she also overwhelms her opponents in the courtroom with an expertise that exceeds any hint of her normal sensuality. Combine these traits with a strong sex drive and you have my wife.
Paula often takes continuing education classes. She picks places to take these classes in locations that interest her. She also likes to go visit old friends on many occasions. Since we have a fairly decent bank account, Paula will often stay awhile to enjoy the sites and visit friends. My work keeps me tied to the city, so we don't often go on these ventures together. When she leaves, I find myself getting a little lonely after a day or two. She recently got invited to attend a conference in Atlantic City. She was excited and I was excited for her. When she left this time, she was naturally preoccupied about the trip and very busy getting last minute projects prepared for a case study she was going to present. Uncharacteristically, I was feeling neglected, and a little sorry for myself. Even at my age, my hormones sure can act up some times. The truth is I would love to fuck a lot of pretty young (and not so young) things, but have too much respect for Paula. The only way I could ever be with another woman with a minimum of guilt is if she were present! I am sure that a psychiatrist would have a field day with me. Truth is, I like being oversexed. It is by far, my favorite past time.
Anyway, she was gone. I amused myself on night one by working late, fixing my own supper and cleaning the house a little. Then I watched a little TV and played on the computer. I'm not sure why this trip was causing me so much angst. With the aid of a few drinks, I finally got some sleep. Night two followed with a quick pick-up supper, a little more cleaning, and a dismal outlook of some boring TV. Just before dark, I decided to take a quick swim in the condo's pool. As I arrived, there was a couple playing in the shallow end. I immediately noticed the light yellow bikini on the shapely body of the lady. After a few minutes of setting out my towel, sipping a Scotch, and basically stalling, while admiring this little bombshell cavorting, I finally dove in. I needed to work hard to release the tension in my body (and in my groin). I swam on the opposite side of the pool from them so as not to disturb their play. After 6 1/2 laps I stopped in the shallow end to catch my breath. The sexy yellow bikini was sitting on the side of the pool while her husband (boyfriend?) was fetching some beer in a nearby condo. She said "that was quite a swim!"
"Just trying to get back in shape" I replied, "have y'all lived here long?" I asked.
"We just moved in. My name is Denise."
The yellow suit showed dark spots like large coins on her breasts and a triangle of darkness between her legs. The suit was thin and obviously unlined. It was surely unusual for such a pretty and friendly woman to be at this condo pool generally visited by the older people that lived here.
"Hi, I'm Will." I replied as I shook her hand. Just then her man came back with a small cooler.
"How about a cold one Denise" he said.
Denise introduced us. Mike was his name, and he asked me to join them for a cold brew. I don't usually drink beer, but I did this time. We chatted for several minutes. Then, the mountain air began to cool too much. I was really beginning to get chilled. The benefit of the chilly night air was that Denise's nipples got very hard and pushed the thin material until it outlined two large protrusions that appeared like huge pencil erasers. She finally reached for her wrap as I finished the last of the beer. The conversation was great. In fact, I found I liked Mike, which is pretty unusual as I do not like a lot of men when I first meet them (Go ahead shrink, tell me this is a manifestation of male ego trying to establish superiority which was caused by some significant event of childhood.) We never really talked about sex, but the conversation and joke telling skirted and flirted with the subject. I finally said that I had to get going to finish up some work and call my wonderful wife before it was too late. I was not totally surprised that my balls ached as I walked away.
I took a shower when I got back and called Paula. We talked a while. I acted real cheery so as not to spoil her good time. When I finally hung up, I was lonelier than ever. About 11:00, I gave up! I fixed a giant Scotch on the rocks, and went back to the pool to enjoy the hot tub. I was prepared to turn back if people were in the tub but my luck held, and I was the only one there. (ok shrink - I wanted to be alone and deal with my sorrow by myself, or just didn't want the hassle of meeting someone who probably wanted to be alone. You decide.) I nestled into the bubbling water and sipped the Scotch.
In 15 or 20 minutes a familiar lilting voice asked "mind if we join you?"
It was Denise and Mike!
"Why no, please do."
Mike dropped his terrycloth robe. He had on a French bathing suit. Quite risquΓ©' for this place. Then Denise peeled off her cover to reveal the skimpiest two piece I had ever seen in person. The top was extremely abbreviated and held in place by very small strings that looked as if they must break under the heavy load of her well endowed chest. The bottom (a nice man wouldn't have noticed) was a tiny thong. On the beaches of Brazil it's called a micro bikini. Only a patch in front, with strings holding it in place on the side and a single string holding it in place at the bottom that ran up between those two beautiful cheeks of her perfect round butt. The look enhanced her legs which were shapely - in fact down right beautiful. She certainly had my interest (and my hormones made sure that something else besides interest was beginning to arouse.) Denise faced me to enter the spa and as she bent down to keep her balance, her breasts mostly revealed themselves.
"I love hot tubs" she said, "but I prefer them in the buff. This is as close as we can get without going to jail in a public place."
"I'm sure I would prefer you that way too," I said, and quickly added "no offense meant Mike."
"None taken Will," he said, "I think Denise's body is great - in fact I probably would be somewhat taken aback if you did not admire it."
Our conversation did not exactly get light from there. We swapped yarns as we moved around and talked in the hot tub. They had brought their own drinks, and we toasted a lot. I told them all about Paula. It was pretty obvious how much in love I was and how much I missed her. The tub quit once and Mike volunteered to go into the dressing room to turn it back on. As he did I found myself staring at the beautiful Denise through the now clear water.
I said, "Mike better get this tub going again. The sights are much too nice for a horny guy like me. And Denise, you are a very pretty sight."
"Thank you" she said. "I'm truly glad you like it. I take a certain amount of pride in keeping it in shape."
Mike returned, cold from the night mountain air, and literally jumped back in the spa. We talked more. I know I had too much to drink. I told Mike how lucky he was to have Denise. He was appreciative. The conversation went on from there. They both told me how sorry they were that I was in such a state. They said how much they wanted to meet Paula, as I certainly loved her a lot by the way I had been talking about her. As the final drops of my drink were drained, I said, "Before I make an utter fool of myself, I think I had better go - and let you kids enjoy this night without a horny lovesick single staring at you."