Ch. 4: Friendly Backyard Barbecue
The event Paula arranged was a barbecue at her and Ozzie's place. I appreciated Paula's efforts because I felt if it had been left up to Sharon I would never have seen her or Robert again.
Okay, so the four of us misbehaved with each other's spouses during that car ride. I have to admit it shook me up pretty good even though I remained confused about what exactly had taken place in the front seat between Robert and Ellen. However I wasn't going to bring it up because someone might ask about my activities.
I think one reason we were able to finally get together is that eventually we all got a little lonely for our friends. It wasn't that difficult to just pretend the whole thing never happened. Ozzie and Paula had been innocent so an invitation to their barbecue was hard to refuse. Avoiding this event might have even led to more awareness of what took place in that car, and none of us wanted that.
Ellen and I were in a particularly good mood on the way to the barbecue. We were looking forward to seeing our friends and somehow started feeling a little frisky for each other. I was driving and she edged closer to me as I cupped my hand over her mound.
Unexpectedly I had a mental image of Robert doing the same thing with her. I figured Robert was probably a very good lover, and before I could get control over my thoughts I imagined Ellen in ecstasy with Robert straining between her thighs. I erased it all from my mind as quickly as possible, and did not let it keep me from enjoying the feel of my wife's warm pussy pressing invitingly against my palm.
I stole a glance at her and the image warmed my heart. She sat straight and had a naturally relaxed smile. We continued to enjoy our secret driving posture until we made it to the barbecue.
The Chevrolet Impala was sitting in the driveway so we knew that Robert and Sharon were already there. I was nervous about seeing them and I imagined Ellen was too. But my anxiety melted away as soon as the door opened and I saw their smiling faces. Robert and Sharon were clearly as happy to see us as we were to see them.
Our hosts Ozzie and Paula were also at the door to greet us. As we exchanged hello's one small act got my attention. Our normal boy-girl greeting was a very light hug and brushing of the cheek. This time Paula greeted me with a loud, "How's it hangin' stud?" and then a very warm full-body hug.
She then announced, "It's time for margaritas. Our special mix is freshly made and waiting in the refrigerator, so no excuses. We call this drink the Panty Dropper! Everyone get a glass, and we'll barbecue and swim later."
It was a good margarita, and strong. I backed away from the crowd in the kitchen to enjoy my drink. A soft hip bumped up against mine and it was Sharon. The last time I had seen Sharon she avoided me but now she was being friendly. I felt a little pull in my groin as I admired her sexy curves.
"So, you're a stud now?" she asked with a nervous smile.
I shook my head. "I don't know what Paula's talking about."
"Oh I think I know what she's talking about. She knows our dirty little secret and she's enjoying herself with it." Sharon bumped me again with her hip to emphasize her meaning.
Paula looked over from the kitchen to catch us looking at her and responded with a conspiratorial grin.
"I guess you're right." I turned to Sharon. "I'm glad we can talk about it. In fact, I was afraid I would never get to speak with you again about anything."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry I avoided you at the bank's party. I was just determined to stay away after our huge backseat mistake. But I finally decided it wasn't practical to suddenly drop our closest friends. We can still be friends can't we?"
"Of course." There was an uncomfortable silence between us and I impulsively tried to joke my way past it. "I'll just quietly go back to leering at your smokin' hot body from across the room."
Sharon flinched at my lewd compliment, and I feared I had gone too far. But she relaxed into a small body wiggle and smiled, "You're such a greedy bastard, Dave. Just think about my husband with your wife. That's what I do to stop thinking about you." She was right—that image sobered me up.
Sharon looked thoughtful. "It was a little strange to hear Paula call you stud and give you that sexy hug. It made me a little jealous. Isn't that funny?"
Before I could think of a response Sharon cheerily avoided that topic. "I think I'll go chat with your wife. I sure don't want to be spending too much time with you." As she moved away I noticed an extra swing in her walk.
Ellen and Sharon had been good friends for a long time and it showed. They got along with Paula but neither was particularly close to her. I chatted with Robert about the office while admiring how the two women worked together helping Paula and Ozzie in the kitchen. Eventually our wives came back out into the living room to join us.
As usual, the conversation got animated and enthusiastic. And as usual my mind wandered from the conversation while I leered at the women. Ellen stood next to me. She stood tall and had the dark hair, light-skin look I'm attracted to. She was enthusiastic and shook her fit torso when she talked, which I thought was very sexy. That she was flat-chested only made her seem high-class and smart. My woman was no insecure floozy with bleached hair and fake boobs. My woman was a queen. At the same time, I was sneaking a view of Sharon's ample tits. That was my idea of multitasking.
Sharon was the epitome of what the floozy bleached blonde seeks to be. She was a rare natural platinum blonde with short, silky-straight hair. She had a generous bosom and ample hips that were a wonder to watch when she moved. On this evening it seemed like every time Sharon gestured, her blouse opened a little more. I simply could not control myself; I kept glancing at her tits even at the risk of her catching me, not to mention Ellen or Robert. It was kind of gut wrenching and sweat broke out on my forehead.
That's when Paula broke into our group with a loud, cackling laugh, "Ozzie, let's all go swimming before these two guys break their necks. Each of them is trying to get a look at the other wife's boobs."
I was in shock and Robert was red-faced. That bitch Paula had tattled on us. Ellen and Sharon hurriedly straightened their clothing. No one thought it was particularly funny except for Ozzie and Paula. And I was enough of a hypocrite to be irritated that Robert could be so low as to try to look at my wife's flat bosom
Ozzie's family construction business must've been doing well—he lived in a huge home with a beautiful pool. Once shish kebabs were on the grill, Ozzie dove in and swam a strong lap. He had been a swimmer in high school and looked like it in his Speedo.
"Come on in y'all," he yelled. "The shish kebabs will be ready about when the sun goes down, and that's still a long time from now."
Robert and Ozzie made sure everyone could hear as they jokingly accused me of holding my breath to show off my build. My wife shook her head at them. "It isn't possible for you to embarrass him about that. He enjoys having the chance to show off his killer body to someone besides me." She followed that comment with a peck on my lips and ran her hand across my chest. Always the competitor, Ozzie took that as his cue to swim another lap.
My leering eyes didn't miss a thing as the girls approached the pool. All three were wearing two-piece suits and it was stimulating to see all that skin. Ellen wore a black suit that showed off her runner's build. The bottom was actually a pair of very brief running shorts that worked well as a bathing suit.
She was one of those rare women slim enough to show off stomach muscles which moved as she walked. Ellen had a narrow teardrop ass and her nipples were cute the way they poked at the tube top. What I loved most was the way her shapely hips and waist framed her groin. I felt fortunate to know firsthand that view of my wife when she was naked.
Sharon wore a beige suit that complemented her platinum blonde coloring and emphasized her small waist, along with a fairly prominent pussy mound. But her best feature was her nice, round tits. Even though the suit provided good covering, her breasts were a natural focal point. I had felt those gorgeous tits, but I had not seen them uncovered.
The surprise for me was how good Paula looked. Normally Paula did not put much effort into her clothing and looked frumpy. But she wore a pink suit that was almost a bikini and it transformed her looks. I was aware Paula had a nice, tight, round ass but assumed she had excessive belly fat from the way she looked in her street clothes. But I realized it was because of the way she arched her back. In the bathing suit her posture looked cute and even accentuated youthful, perky tits. What a pleasant sight.
