Most of the stories written about Regina, were written by my husband who I'll call Steve. The stories, for the most part are fiction, except for "There's only one way to find out" and "That thing was inside you?", chapter one only. The rest was made up. The story I'm about to tell, however, is completely true and happened just last weekend. Steve will find out about it when he reads it on Lit, just like anyone else!
Steve and I recently sold our house and bought a new one. Yeah, I know, pretty much a miracle in this market. We had hired movers to do the heavy lifting and all that was left was a lot of odds and ends. Unfortunately Steve would be out of town on business and would not be able to help me so I got my younger brother to help. Saturday morning arrived and Jeff, my brother showed up, albeit an hour late, with his friend Chris. Jeff was hungover and fairly useless although he did bring Chris and a van so I couldn't complain too much. Chris actually did most of the work and was quite pleasant to be around. I found out he was training for his first triathlon which is something I have often thought of trying some day. It gave us something to talk about while we worked.
Around noon Jeff said he had to go to return the van he borrowed and then couldn't wait to go back to bed. Chris had brought his bike and was planning on going for a ride as soon as we were finished with him. Jeff left and Chris helped me take the last few boxes into the house. I offered Chris something cold to drink as it was almost 90 degrees out and we were both sweating bullets from all the work. I got him some water and noticed he was eyeing the swimming pool in back.
"Did you want to take a swim Chris?" I asked.
"I'd love to," he answered, "is their a suit I can borrow?"
"Somewhere in one of these boxes I'm sure there is, but God knows how long it would take to find it. Just go in your underwear, it's no big deal."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?" he asked with eyebrows raised .
"No, don't be silly. Come on, you go out this way," and I led him out back.
"Wow, this is really nice," he said as we entered the pool area.
"Yeah the only problem is we only filled the pool a few days ago so it's still pretty cold. Could be a shrinkage problem," I laughed referencing the old Seinfeld episode.
"Oh, I'm not concerned about that," he said rather confidently as pulled his tee shirt over his head and then kicked his shoes off and the started unbuttoning his jeans.
His body was amazing. Total lean muscle! I actually started blushing and turned away to find something to do so as not to stare.
"Regina," he called as I walked into the house.
I turned around to see what he wanted and there he was looking like a Calvin Klein add in his tighty whities. It was then that I first noticed his package. OMG! It looked huge!
"Do you think you could find me a towel?"
"I'll look," I said while thinking eyes up, eyes up, eyes up.
I found him a towel, and then found him, soaking wet, bouncing on the diving board. Now this was just ridiculous. His underwear was totally see through, his cock obscenely bouncing around. I had to stifle a laugh. Here I was, in my own backyard, with total privacy, with a might as well be naked guy at least ten years younger than me with a body to die for, bouncing up and down on my diving board...
"How do I get myself in these situations?" I laughed to myself.
"What's so funny," he asked before diving in again.
