Switched On
Part 1
Olivia sat in the hot bubbling water as her husband, Kevin, confessed to their neighbors how he didn't think the jacuzzi would be worth the money and was stoked Olivia had purchased a small bikini to convince him otherwise. Vic turned to Rosalie and said, "Maybe we should invest in one. We've been over here every week."
"Our yard is too bright. That one street lamp ruins everything," his wife answered with annoyance.
It was true about the sickly colored light, but thankfully Olivia and Kevin's yard was shielded from the streetlamp by trees, and a soft blue light from inside the steamy water made it feel like the four of them were in a UFO hurtling through space away from every news cycle and all of life's troubles, the hot water incubating them from the noisy reality outside.
Twenty minutes later and one more glass of Merlot, Olivia held a smartphone up to her forehead. The app was called "Heads Up", and the word "Cruise Ship" appeared on the small rectangular screen. Her neighbor, Vic, called out, "big ship" and "crosses the sea," trying to give her a clue so she'd guess the word shining out of her sight just above her soft eyebrows. Olivia closed her eyes and guessed, "Oil Tanker?"
"Iceberg!" he shouted next.
"Oh, Titanic!"
"Ignore that, it was Kevin," both Rosalie and Vic, laughed.
Her husband and Vic had a running joke going all night. Their voices sounded enough alike they could do perfect imitations of one another and had been sneaking in misleading clues on each other's turns. Kevin's interference still wasn't enough to break their winning streak, however, and Olivia shrieked when the timer went off and she saw their final score. Vic moved to the center of the Jacuzzi and scooped her up for a winner's hug, smashing her firm tits against him. It probably would've been upsetting if Vic didn't have the same sexy muscular build as the few hot jocks she'd tried dating in college before meeting Kevin.
Kevin slid towards Vic's wife, Rosalie, and gave her a gentle hug for doing as well as she did, which wasn't great. He and Rosalie couldn't sync up. He'd say "small bird", and she'd look at him lost and guess "egg". They just weren't on the same wavelength, unlike Kevin's wife and Vic who seemed to read each other's minds so well Kevin was actually a little jealous.
Vic's the one who'd suggested they pair up with each other's spouses. He was an extremely competitive person, and Olivia was quicker with her words than Vic's wife. But when Vic grabbed her and hugged her tightly against him, intentionally crushing Olivia's large tits into his broad, bare chest until they spilled out to either side of her small bikini, Kevin thought maybe Vic's choice in a game partner was less to do with winning and more to do with his wife's fun, flirty nature.
But for the moment Rosalie's nice tits, also barely harnessed by a small bikini, were pressed firmly up against Kevin's chest. It was a pleasant surprise since Vic's wife had always been so aloof and never overly friendly. He looked again at Olivia's bigger tits, in an equally sized bikini, pancaked against Vic's muscular chest. That's when Kevin realized Rosalie was also jealous, and maybe a little drunk, and pressing her tits against him was in response to Kevin's wife being a tad immodest with her husband.
Vic and Kevin ran a dry towel over their bodies while sitting on the patio furniture, waiting for the girls to have their turn changing in the bathroom. The men both eyed up their sexy wives as they entered through the sliding glass door, and as the ladies tip-toed through the living room, Vic leaned over and said, "We are some lucky mother-fuckers."
He wasn't lying, they'd both done well. Vic and Rosalie were thirty-six, six years older than Kevin, and she'd modeled in her teens and early twenties. She had exotic eyes and a lean, sexy stature that made her appear cool and stylish.
Olivia was the youngin at twenty-five, and every bit as pretty as the former model, just in a much different way. Her figure was toned to perfection, so a bit curvier than Rosalie's. Kevin's wife also had the best ass he'd ever laid eyes on. Those firm cheeks pushed out so far her bikini bottoms constantly slid into her crack, and her slim waist emphasized her feminine contour to perfection, as did her shapely thighs. While Rosalie's body might've been perfect for selling high fashion on the runway, Olivia had what Kevin would call a dancer's body, or better yet--the ideal pornstar figure, because one look at her and all you could think about was fucking that hot bod for all it was worth.
Vic was of the same mind, he'd had a smile on his rugged jaw all night, his eyes glued to Kevin's wife. And as the women made their way around the corner into the hall towards the bathroom and out of sight, Olivia making one last attempt to adjust her bottoms from her butt, he asked, "How would you feel about playing a little trick on our ladies?"
"Whaddya have in mind?"
"Let them fall asleep, and then you sneak into bed with Rosalie and I pay a visit to Olivia."
"Are you serious?"
"Think about it. Our impersonations of each other have been fooling them all night."
Kevin's jaw became too tense to speak until he unfurrowed his brow with a groan and said, "They're gonna know. Even if our voices fool them, they'll know."
"We'll get 'em drunk. You'll come back with Rosalie and me. I just picked up Halo Infinite on the Xbox, we can use that as an excuse."
"And then what?"
"We'll figure it out."
"Why don't we just ask them if they-"
"Kevin," he interrupted, laughing, "You really want to ask your wife if she wants to fuck your neighbor? I mean, how does that conversation even go?"
"I don't know. I mean, the whole thing doesn't-"
"And where's the fucking fun in asking?" he interrupted again. "Come on, my frat used to pull this shit all the time. It was the fucking best. This one humanities major used to hate my guts, but she had a thing for my bro Pete, so we switcheroo-ed in the dark one night, and that chick came hard on my dick, totally clueless. Still has no idea." He slapped a hand on Kevin's shoulder. "Just come back with me, we'll have a drink and see what happens, cool?"
"I don't know, man..."
None of this sounded like a good idea, but at the same time Kevin couldn't stop listening. And as he sat partially wet, the chilly night air making his legs shiver, the thought of finding warmth between Rosalie's gorgeous legs started to sound better and better. Of course it meant Vic would have his way with his wife, but for some reason it didn't bother him, or not like he thought it would. Even though he'd once overheard Olivia describe Vic to her friend on the phone as "
real
easy on the eyes," she'd followed up with, "he's just so full of himself I'd probably punch him before I'd ever fuck him." Olivia was open minded about people, but guys like Vic just weren't on her level.
Once Vic and Kevin changed out of their wet bathing suits they joined their wives on the sofa set and poured another drink. Olivia asked Rosalie if she'd want to meet her and her girlfriend for a girl's night out, and Rosalie looked at Vic, as if seeking approval.
"Sounds fun, but your friends are all in their twenties like you, right? I wouldn't want to cramp everyone's style."
"Bullshit, you could easily pass for twenty-five and you won't be cramping anyone's style, Ms Ex-runway-model."
"We have a pretty full week planned," Vic said, rubbing his wife's smooth thigh. And the way he leaned forward, imposing himself between the two women, seemed like he was coming to his wife's rescue, as if she didn't want to go but couldn't bring herself to say no. Olivia didn't get that impression from his wife at all, and, in fact, saw a glimmer in her eye suggesting she was ready for a little girl's night fun.
"He's right," Rosalie conceded.
"Bullshit!" Olivia said, placing her hand on Rosalie's other knee. "You can let her out of your sights for one night, Vic."
"What?" he laughed dismissively, all too proud of his white teeth. "Rosalie can go wherever she pleases."
"Awesome, it's this Friday, we'll take an Uber from here."
Vic scrubbed the three-day-old beard darkening his broad jawline. "So what is a girl's night? Meet at a bar, flirt with guys so they buy you drinks all night, and then tell them at the last minute you're married?"
