"How was fishing? " she said as I walked in from my day on the river.
"Pretty good, I caught 12 and a couple decent sized. How was your day?"
"Good, the pool guy was here again today,"' she said.
"Oh, just cleaning or did something break?"
"Just cleaning and testing the ph levels. Monthly check up."
"Everything check out ok? "
"Yep, he said everything looked great!"
"Yeah I bet he did" I said with a smirk, as she rolled her eyes at me.
We'd had several bedtime discussions about this particular pool guy. Since one of my biggest fantasies was watching my wife with another man (and possibly participating), this very attractive young man was a perfect candidate for such fantasies. He was mid 20's, tall, probably 6'1 or 2, and looked like he spent most days in the gym.
There had also been a few instances of realism over last several months,
For example, a few weeks ago, when I happened to look out the window one hot afternoon while he was cleaning the pool and she was sunbathing in one of her skimpier bikinis, I noticed him continually looking in her direction and a rather large bulge forming in his shorts. I knew he was attracted to her, but who wouldn't be? 5'3" of toned athletic sexiness, with lovely c cup beasts, a round tight little ass, and thighs that would make anyone attracted to women stop and take notice, of course not to mention a great sense of humor and brilliant mind. She was the full package. I always wondered how I landed her and always prayed she'd never come to her senses.
"You know" I said as I grabbed a beer from the fridge "maybe you should flirt with him a bit, give him a little excitement in his day"
" Ha, you'd like that?" She said
"Well I'm sure he would ".
"Well, who's to say I don't already? " She said.
"I'm sure you do, I've seen him get a little 'ahem' excited looking at you out there?".
"Huh, what do you mean?" She said,
"Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed him getting a little hard while you were out there"
"Well" she said, blushing a little and quickly hiding her face in a sip of wine, "he was probably just thinking of some cute college girl or something."
"Uh huh, sure", pretending not to notice her rosy cheeks. "Maybe...you should help him out with that bulge next time" I said, pinching her butt as I took my beer out to the deck.
"Ha, you're too much" she said, but then fell silent and I knew she was letting herself think about it.
Two weeks later, I was in my office catching up on some work when she walked in and said "well, I'm calling it a day. I realize it's only 3 but it's been a long week so I'm going for a swim".
"Good for you" I said, "I have another hour or so and I'll join you. "
It hadn't been 10 minutes and I heard a truck pull in the drive and noticed the pool guy walking out to the pool waving to my wife who was just getting out of the pool. Her body dripping wet and looking delicious. I could hear only muffled chatter so I got up and opened a side window slightly in such a way the pool guy didn't notice but I saw my wife smile at me and I gave her a little wave as I leaned against the wall to watch her dry off.
As she was toweling off I heard the pool guy say "Sure is hot out here today" and my wife smiled in what seemed a little seductive and said "yeah, this heat wave has been pretty intense."
Was that flirting, hmmm maybe I thought. The pool guy was wearing his typical uniform, a white colored polo tee shirt with "Aquatics & More" printed on the back and dark blue shorts that seemed to be a combination of stretchy cotton and maybe khaki - they almost resembled spiffy athletic shorts. He basically looked like a very official coach minus a whistle.
My wife was laying her wet towel on her lounger when I saw her glance at him while he was working his cleaning pole and basket along the water surface and then looked at me with a devilish smile. In an instance, she moved her lounger in such a way it bumped his cleaning pole and knocked him off balance "AHHH '' he yelled as he fell into the pool.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" She yelled out as he came to the surface, grabbed the edge of the pool and gracefully hoisted himself out. "Are you ok?"
I was trying hard not to laugh and also shocked that she had seemingly just done something like that on purpose.
"Oh, yes ma'am, and it's totally fine" he said, "you wouldn't believe how many times that happens, at least once or twice a month. Whether it's getting knocked in or I slip or sometimes I actually just need to cool off so I jump in '' His white tee shirt was now see through and even from my vantage point I could see he had rippling muscles and a washboard stomach. I couldn't help but wonder what my wife was thinking now.
"Here let's get that shirt in the dryer" she said, moving toward him and reaching for his shirt.