"Paula," I called, not quite shouting.
She turned towards the sound of my voice, a smile blossoming as she saw me sitting on the bench in the courtyard of the Inn. She began walking in my direction.
"Paula you looked even younger than ever," I said, wondering briefly if I was laying it on too thickly for an encounter with my ex-wife. However, it was true. Paula certainly had never dressed like this when we were married, either.
She was wearing a halter top, which was barely two triangles of sheer knit fabric tented out by her perpetually stiff nipples, and a thong. At this exclusive adult only resort, she was not the only woman dressed that way, but likely the oldest by a good twenty years or so. The absence of visible tan lines suggested she either had been here a while, sunning on the nude or topless designated beaches, or had laid under lamps with nudity in mind.
I was a bit surprised that I felt a flush of jealousy. We had been divorced for six years, ever since we learned that I could not have kids. We had fought so bitterly over whether to try artificial insemination that all of the trust and love had melted away. Paula had one daughter from her earlier marriage, and the prospect of a son had seemed important to both of us. A quick divorce was supposed to free her up to remarry and try again. We had parted without bitterness, just sadness.
She seemed pleased to see me. She came over to me and shocked me by bending over to kiss me lightly on the lips before saying, "Well you are just about the last person I expected to encounter here."
"Why?"
"This Club seems more the type of place for a man who gets his jollies off and hopes that the woman passes out so that he can leave before she wakes up."
I admired how her breasts filled the halter top to overflowing. I was surprised again to find that my cock was swelling from the sight of her tits. I realized that my condition was likely apparent, even though I was wearing surfer shorts. If I had any sense, I would just have answered her question and kept up the casual conversation. Except when it came to Paula, I never had been sensible. "Nice tits," I said. "They look new. Got a rich sugar daddy to pay for them?"
"No. I never did find Mr. Right. So after a few Mr. Wrongs, I concentrated on being the best person I could be, or become. I read a lot about how bigger breasts helped self-esteem, so I saved up my own pennies and treated myself. They aren't even new, only new to you. I've had them about a year now."
She chuckled, making them quiver like jello inches in front of my eyes.
"Though it is their maiden voyage on vacation," she added.
"Are you here alone?" I asked.
"Why are you asking? Are you?" she replied, batting the question back.
"I asked first," remembering a rule from our married days.
"No, I'm not alone. I'm here with Bernice." Her daughter. I didn't know whether I was relieved that she wasn't here with a man, or disappointed. Bernice had never liked me, so if there was any chance of 'old times sake' sex, that might interfere. I smiled, remembering that the sex had always been great, even in the last days when we were packing to split up.
"What about you. I lost track after you moved away. Did you remarry? Is your wife here? Or someone else?"
"Yes I remarried. My wife is around here somewhere, but I lost track of her."
Paula laughed even louder. As I appreciated how that jiggled her chest, she said, "So that means you are being a naughty boy, sitting here looking for someone else, to pass the time."
I had often suggested swinging or swapping to Paula while we had been married, even proposing that as a way to get her pregnant, but she had been too conservative. She correctly assumed that I had not changed my stripes, and was still always at least thinking about a little on the side.
"This wife is a lot like you were, Paula. I am allowed to look but not touch. And right now, I sure am enjoying the view of you."
She blushed. "I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable," I said, enjoying how the red travelled into the cavern of her surgically enhanced chest.
"Don't fret. Everything they said about confidence after the surgery was right on." she laughed. "Not only do I feel comfortable, but I appreciate the compliment. With all of these twenty year old hard bodies strutting their stuff, it makes an old lady feel great."
"They have nothing that's better than what you have, Paula."
Again, she laughed hard enough to wake the dead. "I can tell by the tent in your shorts that you sincerely mean what you say. Too bad your wife is so much like how I used to be."
"Why?"
"After six years of being single, I have discovered the joy of fucking for fucking's sake. I am not the prude you used to be married to."
I stammered in response, trying to suggest that my wife was likely on an all day excursion, though, honestly, I had slept off a hang over, she had left early in the morning, and I really had no clue where she was. But the words would not come out. After all these years of fidelity, maybe I was all talk and no action.
Instantly, I resolved to figure out before the end of the weekend that simple truth about myself. I would confront temptation, and if I did not embrace it, I would know that I was totally pussy whipped.
Paula laughed at my discomfort. "Too slow," she said, twirling away and walking past me towards the bar.
I stood up and strolled towards the cabana I was sharing with my wife. As I approached, I was surprised to hear noises from within. She had apparently already arrived back. I congratulated myself on not inviting Paula to visit right away. Perhaps I was instinctively wary, not chicken. I smiled at that concept.
My satisfaction was short lived though. The window of the cabana was open and from inside I heard the unmistakable sounds of passion. Rather than going through the door, I decided to pause outside. Slowly, I peeped up over the window sill.
I was relieved to see that my wife was alone. She was lying naked on the bed, her skin shiny with sweat. I watched as her hand grazed down her golden tanned belly, following the soft curve of her abdomen across and through her neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. I was spell bound. Paula had described her former self as 'prudish', but if anything, my second wife, Kim, was more uptight. I had never seen her masturbate. She claimed she never did. Except now I watched her fingers reaching down and pulling her swollen labia apart, making room for her thumb to tickle her engorged clit. From the easy motions, I was certain this was not the first time she had done this.
As I drank in every inch of her succulent body, a wicked grin crossed her face. She slowly worked two fingers inside the recesses of her pussy. I knew from our foreplay how much she loved fingerfucking. Before long, she was thrusting her fist like a cock, opening her gash wide, her hand rubbing against her tender flesh as she started rotating her wrist, driving her rigid fingers deep inside herself. She began groaning; apparently lost in the moment, consumed by whatever fantasies were playing out in her mind.
I stood silently, my already enlarged cock screaming up at me, wanting relief. First Paula and now Kim. I was excited beyond measure. The tiny part of my brain still working rationally wondered how Kim dared to do this when she did not know when I would return. It dawned on me that perhaps she wanted me to walk in on her. I figured that if that was her plan, I ought to oblige.
No sooner had I started around towards the door when I saw another person approach our cabana from the other direction. I stopped, looking around the corner. The day of surprises continued. Paula was the last person I expected to see joining Kim, and yet, there she was, still in the bikini, carrying a large straw purse or tote bag.
I retreated, listening again, though ducked too low to see much.
"I guess it didn't work?" Kim said.
"He got really excited, but he's still as much of a wimp now as when I was married to him. Just too chicken to go for the gusto."
"Leave it to you, you said. Now what?"
"You might think that even if he didn't know that you were curious about a guy and two gals threesome, he might have tried for me and Bernice."
"I think from all he's told me about Bernice that he would figure that she would just ruin his shot at you."
"Bernice was just sixteen when we split. Most men might guess that a woman changes a lot between then and twenty-two. Not that I know how she would react if he made a pass. I bet she would still turn him down."
"Even if you were not around?"
"I think maybe she'd be more likely to play with me around for support. I saw how Bernice was looking at my body this morning, and know she listened to me masturbate last night when she was pretending to be asleep. I think my little girl would be happy to have her Mom guide her through an older man experience."
Kim laughed the same sluttish growl which Paula had used with me. "Life is a voyage aboard many ships, and Bernice may crew a few before she's done."
As Kim spoke, I gather my courage to peer over the sill again. Paula was standing close to Kim.
"I am sorry I interrupted with bad news." Paula said.
"It felt so good that I know it wouldn't have taken long for me to cum. I am so glad that after Stan fell asleep, I came down to the bar. It was such a coincidence meeting you, and realizing only after we decided to be friends that we shared the same husband."
"And that we both were prudes with him, but that I had a head start breaking out of my shell."
This caused Kim to laugh girlishly. "I must have been really drunk, to let you talk me into sneaking over to your room early today for a masturbation lesson after Bernice left to go sailing."
