Much of life is behind me now and I can look back and see many opportunities that came my way. Many of those opportunities I was able to use to my advantage. A few of them I missed. This story is about an opportunity that came very unexpectedly. I would have had to act upon it immediately. I did not have the presence of mind to recognize the opportunity for what it was or to quickly form a plan of action whereby I could have taken advantage of the opportunity. So I missed it. I will describe the opportunity to you, the reader, as it presented itself to me. I will tell you what actually happened. Then, I will narrate for you what I wish I would have had the presence of mind to set in motion instead. Of course, what I would have liked to set in motion may not have come to pass, for three other people besides myself would have had to become consenting adults in the events that I would have liked to have happened. But all parties were capable of becoming consenting adults. We were all of an age where hormones were still capable of influencing our thinking. Nothing I write is beyond the realm of possibility.
It was early on a warm Saturday afternoon. We had just put our children down for a nap. There were Saturday afternoon chores to do and we were about ready to get started when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find our former mail carrier standing there, a blonde woman standing next to him. The dialogue went something like this:
"Hi! I'm Tony. Remember me?"
"Sure," I replied, "You used to deliver our mail." I turned to my wife who was in the room but who had not come up all the way to the door when I opened it. Motioning to her to come forward, I said to her, "It's Tony -- the guy who used to deliver our mail."
My wife, Beth, who is a little less awkward than I in social situations came to the door and said, "Hi, Tony, it's nice to see you. I'm assuming this is your wife you have with you. Would you like to come in?"
As they stepped in the living room Tony started to introduce his wife, but my wife almost immediately put her fingers to her lips in the universal "we've got to be quiet" sign and whispered, "We just put the kids to bed for a nap, let's go out back."
We walked quietly through the house and into the back yard where we had some chairs set up. Before we sat down, Tony began to say what he had started to say in the house. "If I remember right your names are Samuel and Elizabeth. I'd like you to meet my wife Melody. Melody, Elizabeth is the woman I used to tell you about, the one I thought looked like a model."
Beth got all embarrassed and quickly changed the subject by saying, "It's Sam and Beth to our friends. She reached out a hand to Melody and said, "It's nice to meet you. Can I get you some lemonade to drink? It's nothing fancy, just the powdered stuff, but in this heat it's still refreshing."
They accepted the offer. Beth went in to make the lemonade. I led them to the patio chairs and we sat down. I could tell Melody was a little miffed at having my wife being described as looking like a model. Actually, truth be told, she didn't look like a model. She was not tall and lanky enough. Instead she was more shapely. She was a brunette with long hair and a pleasant face. It was not a face that would adorn the cover of a fashion magazine, but it was pleasant. She had curves in all the right places and a nice flat belly. While Tony may have exaggerated in his description of my wife, he was not too far off.
I never liked to start a serious conversation with visitors when my wife was out of the room. Such a thing would place her at a disadvantage in the conversation -- make her feel out of the loop. So I steared the conversation to the weather and other mundane topics until she reappeared with the glasses of lemonade.
When everyone was served, I asked, "Well, Tony, what have you been up to since you stopped delivering our mail?"
He explained that he had been moved to a different route, but just couldn't see spending the rest of his life delivering mail, so had gone to a gym and acquired a trainer who would get him ready to meet the physical requirements to try out to be a firefighter. He had passed the physical and had taken the firefighter training course and had become a firefighter six months ago and loved it.
When Tony talked about his time in the gym he stood up to show off his improved physique. He was obviously quite proud of it and my guess was that at least part of the reason he had come over to the house was to show off to my wife who he thought was quite hot.
Turning to Melody, Beth stated, "For the time being I'm a stay-at-home mom. How 'bout you, Melody?"
Melody went on to say that she worked as a secretary in an insurance office. As she talked, I could put my attention on her without it looking like I was ignoring what was going on just to check her out. She had golden blonde hair, very curly, that reached down to her shoulders. It was one of those hairdos that I associate with going to a salon every week. She had on a tight top made of a shiny (and probably stretchy) material with a fake leopard print, though not low cut. It looked like she had firm full B cup tits. Her tummy was a little more rounded than what I prefer, and she wore a black A-line miniskirt. She was wearing hosiery of some kind. I could not tell whether it was thigh-high stockings or pantyhose. On her feet was a pair of three inch heels. All-in-all, I didn't think she was built quite as nicely as Beth, but she was attractive and had taken the time to put on make-up so that her face was quite pretty. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she was the secretary that sat closest to the door of the office in which she worked, just to make a good impression on people as they entered the building.
From here on the conversation did not really go anyplace. I did not know why Tony and Melody had come and had no idea when they would be ready to leave. Evidently Tony had not planned for anything past getting his foot in the door. And as I described in the beginning, I was just not quick witted enough to seize the opportunity on the spot and run with it. So some time after finishing off the glasses of lemonade Tony and his wife left and Beth and I started working on the chores we had planned for the afternoon.
BUT
What if Tony had been a little more sensitive at the time of his introduction and would have said something like: "I always thought you were a hot looking couple and so I wanted to stop by and introduce you to my hot looking wife,"?
Had he not done so, might I still have been able to salvage the introduction after he told his wife he thought Beth looked like model. Might I have been able to even things up by saying something like, "Your wife is extremely attractive as well. Let's go out back and spend some time looking at pretty girls." If a statement like that would have set the tone for the afternoon, in my fondest dreams, this is what I would have liked to happen:
We entered the back yard and introduced ourselves. Beth offered to make lemonade, and I offered to have them sit down on the patio furniture. Waiting until Beth arrived with the lemonade, I asked Tony what he had been doing since he had ceased being our mail carrier. He described his metamorphosis to firefighter, and Beth gave Melody an opportunity to describe her occupation.
But then, sensing that Tony wanted to show off for my wife and wouldn't mind seeing her in something other than the baggy work clothes she was wearing, when there was a lull in the conversation, I said, "It is not very often that an opportunity like this presents itself: two attractive girls to hold our attention. Let's turn it up a notch. Let's go inside to the bedroom. We have a generous collection of swimwear -- washed since it was last worn. Let's slip into some revealing bikinis and then go out into the back yard and play keep-away with a Frisbee. That way we can ogle one another all we want while pretending to play an innocent game."
I was pretty sure Tony would be all in favor of the idea. Beth could go either way in a situation like this, but Tony was a pretty good looking guy and was claiming to have a buff body, so that would tip her to the side of going along with my idea. The biggest unknown was Melody. On the other hand, she had come with her husband wearing hose, heels, a miniskirt, a tight top and fully made up. There was at least a part of her that liked looking good and showing it off.
Tony assented to the idea right away. I walked over to Beth and reminded her that she had just complained the other day that since the arrival of the children we never do anything spontaneous and fun anymore. She responded with, "Oh, all right. Nothing ventured, nothing gained." That left Melody by herself, and the social pressure was too much, so we went to the bedroom.
Our swimwear was somewhat mixed up in the same large drawer. Sometimes I would wear one of my wife's bikini bottoms, if it was stretchy enough. Sometimes I would wear one of her bikini bottoms backwards because that would provide a little more room for my cock and balls. I also had a few men's bikinis, thongs, and posing suits. A few times, just to look extremely erotic, Beth would wear a men's bottom with a balled up sock in the pouch. She'd do that topless around the house, and just a couple of times, with a contrasting bikini top at a beach. She was somewhat of an exhibitionist and loved turning heads. At the beach you could almost hear people wondering, "Is she a she-male? Oh, fuck, she looks hot. I never thought I'd see somebody like that in real life."
Beth started pulling bikinis out of the drawer with a running commentary. "We had better not wear a thong. The neighbors are not especially nosy, but we don't have a privacy fence. ... You might like this one Melody ... I think I'll wear this one. ... Tony, I'd like you to wear one of these -- you don't have to, but it would be sexy, because they're my suits, so your cock would be rubbing against the same material that's usually against my pussy. ... Sam, you know which ones are my favorites. ... Melody, this one might look especially good with your golden hair." On and on she went until she had laid out o couple of bikinis from which each one of us could choose.
Beth chose a print bandeau top that had a tie in the middle narrowing it way down. It looked like an infinity sign across her tits. The print was of tiny flowers on a predominantly purple background. She wore a matching bottom which fit very low on her hips, leaving a generous plumber's crack in the back.
