After my assignment in Ankara, Turkey came to a conclusion, the company asked me if I'd like to take a VP position in one of the regional centers in Victorville, California. Having never been to California, we jumped at the promotion opportunity and the chance to get back into sunny weather. While England is home for Linda, she still likes the weather in the southern US a lot better. Packing up things in England was hectic, but once we departed, the journey was a great adventure.
We arrived in Victorville which is in the high desert along I-15 about halfway between Los Angeles and Las Vegas. Victorville turned out to be a blessing in disguise because there was no smog in the high desert although you could see smog laying nestled in the mountains between Victorville and San Bernardino. The sun shines 360 days a year, the schools have a great reputation, and the crime rate is very low compared to the rest of southern California. While the population of the high desert communities continues to grow, it is still not as crowded as the LA basin. We bought a nice yet modest ranch style house with a swimming pool in Apple Valley while waiting for our furniture to arrive from Europe. Once our furniture and belongings were delivered to our new house, I left the job of sorting and unpacking to Linda while I began transitioning into my new job.
After a few months, we decided to host a backyard barbecue and pool party for the office team so that we could get better acquainted in a less formal setting. It was also the chance for Linda to meet the other wives and form friendships for shopping and day trips down to San Bernardino or LA. The excruciating summer heat had abated to very comfortable fall temperatures that were still in the upper 80s with almost no humidity. Shorts, Hawaiian shirts and swimwear were the order of the day, and about 50 people and their significant others showed up. Lee, who was another VP at the company, offered to handle the bar while Linda did her hostess things and I got the grill going. Lee was divorced and had become a good friend since our arrival.
Linda was wearing a small bikini with a wrap-around skirt. In the little while we had lived here, she had managed to convert her pale white skin into a golden bronze by spending idle time sitting beside our pool and reading. The one thing that always made me take notice was when she stripped at night and each of her bronze breasts had a white patch punctuated by her light brown nipple and areola. While most of the women wore shorts and summer tops, a handful of the women wore bathing suits or bikinis providing tantalizing views for all the men milling between the house and the pool. With a wall of glass separating the kitchen and living room from the pool area, it was easy to be in one area and still see everything going on in the other area.
The party was going great and people seemed to be having a good time eating, drinking, and some jumping into the pool. As the sun went down around 6:30PM, people began leaving. By 8PM, there was just Lee standing beside us as we bid the last remaining guests farewell.
"Okay you two, that was a fabulous party! Time to relax and unwind," Lee declared and handed me a large 7-7 and Linda a large gin and tonic. With just a few sips, I knew mine was at least a double and welcomed the buzz that began to work on my brain.
"Why don't we relax in the Jacuzzi," Linda suggested, and headed through the glass doors towards the back patio. Lee and I exchanged glances and followed her outside. Linda removed her wrap, hopped over the edge and slid into the bubbles. I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt. Standing in just my underwear, I thought about stripping them off and jumping in naked.
Lee was following my lead and was down to his underwear too when he stopped and advised, "Didn't bring anything to wear for this."
Not wanting Lee to be in an awkward position, I responded, "Underwear is as good as a swim suit," and, keeping my underwear on, hopped over the edge and slid down to Linda's right.
Linda patted the spot to her left and said, "Come on, Lee, we're all friends here." That was enough to get him into the Jacuzzi.
Our Jacuzzi is not very large, so most movements resulted in contact with others. I became increasingly aware of the silky smoothness of Linda's leg against mine, and since Lee was on the other side of Linda, I was sure he would be quite aware of the same. Linda, like me, was obviously feeling the effects of her drinks and the conversation moved to flirtations and sexual topics. When Linda made comments about being with two good looking men who weren't wearing much at all, I immediately got aroused thinking about getting her to take off her bikini. Seeing other men checking out my wife was always a turn-on, and Linda having sex with me and another man had long been my fantasy. It dawned on me that Lee represented a great opportunity.
Linda's letters to me while I was in Turkey detailing the attention she was receiving from men in the pubs always aroused me. And when she wrote telling me the details of her incredible evening with another man, I had a hard-on that would not quit. That letter provided masturbation fuel until I got home.
Suddenly, Lee stood up to get out of the Jacuzzi saying, "Let me refill those drinks."
"Make mine a double," she said while handing Lee her empty glass.
