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Chapter 4
It's been three months since our 'exhibition encounter' with our neighbor's 20 year old son, Trace. It was a difficult adjustment going back to being neighbors, workout partners, and employer / employee. We each had to eventually make eye contact and realize that it just 'happened' in the heat of the moment. It was a one-time event that wasn't going to be the norm. After three months, and not focusing on it, we all had to admit to ourselves that it was very hot!
We didn't go back to working out together in the Thomas's gym for about 2 weeks after that. Our exercise only consisted of cardio work in our house, and we really needed to get back to weight and resistance training. Thankfully, it was Laura's asking Rochelle why we weren't using their gym anymore that broke the ice. We didn't want to bring that up with his parents, so we all went back to working out together. For the first two months, I made sure that we went together as a couple. With my 8-5 schedule along with her typical evening schedule, made me decide that she could train with Trace. If anything started getting 'sloppy' with their training, I demanded that she tell me before it got out of control.
As far as Trace taking the job of being Rochelle's photography assistant, I did accompany them for the first three or four sessions, and he seemed to pick it up rather quickly. After that, I was actually kind of relieved to pass that job off to him. I knew that Rochelle and my relationship was solid, and there was nothing to worry about as far as their messing around behind my back. You may not think that to be the case, but I know my wife.
Three months had gone by, and even though I didn't lose any weight, Rochelle had shed another 15 pounds, and was now at 140. Each time we made love, she had more energy and stamina. Her libido grew also. She always was fine, she was now a firmer fine. It was almost as if she was 'reverse aging'. We both realized that the vibrator that we occasionally used for adding to our love making was in need of an upgrade.
I was actually the one that brought up the topic after an intense orgasm for both of us.
"Oh man, I'm thankful for our 'friend' to get you up to speed. I love tasting you, and getting you excited, but that vibrator has been my wing man for awhile."
"That's true. I love when your lips are on my pussy, and you do get me worked up, but 'he' does help speed up my need for your cock."
"It's a curse that men are always ready to go right to the peak of orgasm in about a minute, while women are still making sure the sheets are clean and smell just right before you can even relax to get in the mood."
"I guess you could call it a curse, or a weapon for women to tease and torture your aching erection."
"Anything to get you fired up faster would always be good."
"Just a little role playing, or fantasy seems to help me along."
"You mean our exhibition intrigue?"
"That still lingers in my mind, doesn't it you Tom?"
"Sure. But I always thought it was the size of Trace's cock that got you fired up rather than the exhibition act."
"Both really."
"So, if we decided to get a larger vibrator that was a little more realistic, and delved into an exhibition fantasy, that would fire you up quick?"
A slow smile crept over her face. "Well, now that you mention it; that would be really hot."
"You like that huh? The idea of a bigger, thicker, 'friend' and a little exhibition?"
"Mmmmmmmm."
"Wow, I'm actually recommending to my hot wife that a larger vibrator is what we need to add spice to our love life. Do you know what that sounds like?"
"A hot man who loves his wife, and gets excited when he sees that she gets excited visually?"
"That wasn't what I was thinking, but okay" my deflated cock started to stir again. "It's true, I love seeing you moaning, orgasming and how your body just seems to lose all control."
"See?"
"Tell you what, why don't you do some online shopping for a new toy?"
"That should be interesting," she replied with a huge grin.
I had some feelings of insecurity, but really did enjoy the idea of revving my wife up with a new larger toy. Maybe this would increase the intensity of our love life without going outside our vows.
The following week, I had a seminar in Los Angeles that was going to be two days of training, and although I wanted to have Rochelle come with me, she had quite a bit of business to take care of. There was the girls High School volleyball team pictures, and two different family portraits. We still wanted to get to the galleries to check out the art work, but we were truly going to have to try to go in the winter time when her work slowed down.
Sunday evening was beautiful, and after a light dinner, we decided to relax in the pool before the week took off, and Tuesday would be the day I had to head south. As always the water was perfect, and Rochelle looked amazing in her newer skirted bikini -- hot pink to make her tan stand out even more.
We were floating together like otters playing when we heard a voice.
"Hello?"
It was Trace. We both stopped and looked in the direction of his voice.
"Hey Trace, what is it?" Rochelle queried.
"Nothing actually, I was going to ask if I could take a quick swim, but when I went to your house to ask, I heard that you were already out here."
"Sure, come on in, the water is exactly like you would expect - perfect!" as she gently floated towards me again and grabbed hold of my neck for buoyancy.
"Thanks. I'm not intruding am I?" as he walked towards a lounge chair to set down his towel.
"Not at all Trace," I responded.
He removed his tank top, and then started to push down his baggy shorts. It caught me off guard because I was assuming those were the shorts he would just swim in. As he kept pushing down on the shorts, I heard a small gasp from Rochelle because I think she had the same thoughts as I did. We quickly looked at each other in shock that he would be swimming naked. We both looked back to watch as he stepped out of the shorts only to discover that he himself was sporting a new swimsuit; albeit rather brief, but a swimsuit all the same.
"Oh shit!" whispered Rochelle and I felt her squeeze my bicep firmly as I held her afloat.
Trace acted like it was just a normal suit as he walked towards the water's edge to jump in. We both watched as he went from profile to directly towards us with a white bikini stretched to capacity with his manhood. It was amazing that he was so truly gifted in his physique; not to be missed by my wife.
As he dove in, Rochelle leaned into me and moaned "Oh my god!"
"Why does this always happen at our pool?" I smiled sheepishly.
Trace surfaced, threw back his hair and wiped his eyes. "Ahhh. That's what I needed."
"Feels great huh?"
"Absolutely"
"Yep, the pool seems to be the most relaxing part of the day."
Rochelle let go of her hold on me, and swam towards the steps. "I'm going to head inside to do some online shopping hon."
I stood there dumbfounded at her abrupt departure. "You sure?"
"Yeah, it's okay. I'm done swimming for the evening," as she approached the steps at the shallow end, and swayed her hips as she exited. God, even with a skirted bottom, you could still make out her luscious ass cheeks as she rose. She glided to the chair for her towel to dry off as both Trace and I stared at her.
"That suit looks fantastic on you babe."
Smiling at me while she dried herself, "Really?"
"Yes ma'am," Trace shot out.
That caused a bigger grin "Why thank you gentlemen. And yours isn't bad either Trace."
Blushing he replied "Uh, thanks. It was a little out of my norm, but I thought I should try out a Speedo type suit at least once in my life. I'm not sure I should keep it or not."
"Well, I'm not so sure if Tom would agree, but I say you should keep it. You're absolutely cut out for a Speedo, and not many men are," as Rochelle carefully worded her statement.
I looked over at her as she finished drying off, trying to see what she was implying, but realized by her eyes and body language that there wasn't any malice involved. Then I looked over at Trace.
"She's right you know. Not many guys are cut out to wear one. I wouldn't dare," chuckling off the thought.
"Well thanks, maybe I will keep it then."
"I'm going to head in, but you know our work schedule for the week right Mr. Thomas?"
"I think so" he mentally went over a calendar "the Mason's sitting on Tuesday evening, the girls' volleyball team on Wednesday evening at the beach, and then the Charles family sitting on Friday."
"Excellent" she said as she headed towards the house. "Oh, and come prepared with your new swimsuit on Wednesday," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
