Adam held out his bottle, Don reaching out with his to click the beaded glass together for a moment before Adam leaned back on his lounger.
"She's hot, isn't she," Adam said quietly after taking a sip of his Killian.
Don chocked on the mouthful of beer he had been drinking and sat up hastily to cough.
"Dude!" Adam said while pounding Don on the back good naturedly.
"I'm sorry," Don sputtered between coughs, "I guess I was obvious, huh!"
Adam looked up as Susan gave a whoop of delight and then jumped from the second story of the boat house into the crystal clear water of the rock quarry lake. His eyes tracked his wife's long, slim body as she fell, the back of her bright red string bikini disappearing between her ass cheeks when she tucked her legs up to her chest a moment before she sent a geyser of water into the air.
"Ain't nothing wrong with looking," Adam replied when Susan's head broke the surface and she ran her fingers through her blond hair to get the wet strands out of her eyes, "She likes the attention which is why she wears those micro bikinis!
"Hell, I think she'd be hurt if you didn't look!"
Don laughed hesitantly and sat back on his own lounger that was draped in an oversized white towel. He took a sip of Killian's and glanced at Adam, his friend watching as Susan floated effortlessly on her back, the triangle cloth scraps of her red bikini top barely large enough to cover her areola on her D cup breasts.
Don glanced from Susan who gave a wave to both men while she floated on her back to Adam whose mood seemed to be more reserved than his normal, joking, raucous self. Both men were much the same physically and had been mistaken for brothers more than once, both in their early thirties with dark black hair and brown eyes, both over six feet tall with the lean builds and weathered skin of people who worked outside for a living, and both even have similar long, narrow noses and cleft chins. The main difference between them was Don's shoulders being broader and more muscular than Adam's.
"I noticed she seems to like wearing that sort of thing," Don replied and glanced out to the lake where Susan was floating passively, her arms spread wide and breasts thrust up above the surface.
"It's... ah... 'hard' not to notice," Adam shot back with a laugh and then took a swig of his beer.
Don chuckled and took another sip of beer, both men watching Adam's wife floating on the surface of the lake. Even with the pleasant distraction of Susan, Don still admired how beautiful and clear the water was. He was surprised he could see a tree trunk laying on the bottom of the old, flooded rock quarry even though he knew the water was at least twenty feet deep where they were anchored at. The clarity giving the illusion of Susan floating in air, her breasts thrust skyward with her arms held wide.
"How's your kids?" Adam asked after several minutes, the thrill of a red wing blackbird carrying over the water.
"Um, their... good," Don said, more than a little surprised that Adam had brought up his three children.
"Haven't knocked anyone else up, then?" Adam asked with a laugh.
"What the fuck?" Don shot back.
"Sorry," Adam replied and took a longer pull of his beer, "Just... three kids... three baby momma's, and you kept going on about how you had sex with two of them just once and they both swore up and down they were on the pill.
"Susan jokes about your 'super sperm' you know!"
Adam's tone turned a bit bitter when he said the last, Don grimacing and leaning back.
"You and her are still trying?" Don asked.
"Yea," Adam replied softly, "Two fucking years.
"We've both been tested, no issues with her plumbing!"
"What?" Don asked and glanced over at Adam, "Does that mean..."
"Low motility and count," Adam said bitterly, "We've even tried IDF without any luck and we can't afford to try that shit again!"
"Well, I can think of worse things to be doing than to keep trying the old fashioned way, especially with Susan," Don said, "The more the better and I'm sure it'll happen one of these days."
Adam took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
"Yea," he said softly and took a drink of his beer.
Susan had swum over to the ladder at the back of the boat, Don's eyes drawn to her as she pulled herself up, water sluicing over her skin and dripping from her hair as she climbed up the steps.
"Why's everyone look like they had someone piss in their beer?" Susan asked and padded over the back deck of the boathouse to lay claim to Adam's beer by yanking it from his hand.
"Well, we were just discussing the merits of Killian's instead of real beer like Bud Light," Don said and tried to not glance down at the thin strip of fabric between Susan's thighs, a scrap of cloth that left her mound bare on either side of it while barely doing anything to cover her sex.
"Oh, my god!" Susan said with a laugh, "You soooo don't want to go there after all that bull shit with Bud Light!"
"He's a lost cause," Adam said after reclaiming his beer and then giving the empty bottle a shake while he glared at Susan, "He actually prefers piss water instead of real beer."
"Real beer?" Don shot back and held up his half full bottle of Killian's, "Real beer?"
Susan surprised Don by snagging his bottle out of his hand and quickly finishing it off and then held out her hand for Adam's empty bottle.
"Gimmie, I'll go get two more," Susan demanded, Adam handing her his empty bottle before she strolled off.
Don's eyes followed her bare ass as it swayed from side to side with every step she took, water still dripping down her back and the red string of her bikini bottoms completely hidden between her ass cheeks.
"God, I love her ass," Adam said, Don glancing guiltily over at him only to find him staring just as intently at Susan's bare ass.
Don shifted uncomfortable to hide the growing bulge in his swim trunks and glanced down at Susan's petite feet leaving a trail of water behind her with every step. Adam turned around and leaned back to stare up at the azure sky scattered with a few brilliant white columbous clouds.
"You and your fucking 'super sperm', dude," Adam said quietly when Susan had disappeared inside the houseboat's door, "You know... Susan started crying when she found out you were having another kid last time."
Don shifted uncomfortably without saying anything while watching a kingfisher dart from branch to branch while scolding the world in general with its rapid twittering.
"You... you remember Bobbi?" Adam asked after a minute.
Don chuckled and smiled, the memory of the short, plump and absolutely insatiable girl that he and Adam had both dated when they had first started college making him grin while he nodded.
"She was a firecracker," Don replied.
"You were soooo pissed when you found out she was dating me at the same time she was dating you!" Adam said with a grin.
"Dating?" Don shot back, "You mean fucking!"
"Well, yea... that too," Adam replied with a laugh, "And then after you chilled out we both started taking turns on her, I mean... I think our record was what... nutting in her three... four times each the night after that Motley Crew concert?
"Remember that?"
"She couldn't walk str..." Don began with a grin and then cut himself off when Susan came back out onto the sun deck with three bottles of Killian's in hand.
"Who couldn't what?" Susan asked and then handed out the beer before sitting on the edge of Adam's lounger facing Don.
Don took a hasty drink of his beer and tried to ignore half of Susan's dark brown areola that was exposed by the tiny triangle of cloth covering her nipple slipping aside.
"Oh... nothin..." Don began.
"We were talking about Bobbi," Adam cut in.
"You mean the girl you two used to have threesomes with?" Susan asked mater of factly, "Those always sounded so hot!"
Don's eyes widened in shock as he glanced from Susan who was smiling at him to Adam who was watching Susan.
"There's only one Bobbi," Adam replied.
"Adam told his side of the story," Susan continued, "I think he's full of shit though.
"I want to hear your side, Don, how did you two end up fucking her together the first time?"
Don stared from Susan's smiling, open face to Adam who was still watching her closely and then back to Susan.
"Seriously?" Don asked.
"Oh, fuck yea!" Susan declared, "How the hell did you and Adam, two of the biggest nerds I could ever imagine end up doing the same girl at the same time!"
Don stared at Susan for a moment, his mouth hanging open and then had to glance away while he thought back.
"Ahhh, it was... maybe a week after Adam and I found out we were both dating her..." Don began.
"Fucking her," Adam interjected, "We were both fucking her."
"Yea, ok, we were both having sex with her," Don agreed, "We had an apartment together... remember that shit hole place off Weinbach Avenue?"
"Oaks... something, Oaks Place?" Adam replied and took a drink of his beer while Susan glanced between them, "Yea, I remember... I remember you could never be bothered to flush your crap after taking a shit in the toilet!"
Don chocked back a laugh and shook his head before continuing.
"So, we'd been fighting... I mean fighting!" Don continued, "Like, I though you broke my nose one night and we both had black eyes and fat lips... I was thinking we needed to move out of our place and shit!"
"Oh, shut the hell up about your damn nose!" Adam shot back, "Wish I had broke it, it'd give you character now!"
