Walking past the boys huddled together in private conversation I note how they all watch me go by, hubby John and our two new friends Charlie and Ted, heads turning as they gaze up from the pool...lecherous...greedy eyes.
Now about to perform my third dive strolling past them up to the deep end, seeing that lustful expression on their faces brings a warm and familiar feeling of excitement from deep within.
I've been doing it on purpose of course, so they get a decent look at all of me while out the pool. The plan here is to entice Charlie into abandoning any doubts he may have about joining us, a curvy carrot to dangle.
Ted has explained that his friend is nervous and a little shocked at what happened yesterday but I think with the right 'stimulation' he could be persuaded.
So far it seems to be working, all three including Charlie are having a good lech.
Getting into position at the deep end, making sure there is nobody in the water below me, I make a fuss of preparing myself to dive.
Knowing the guys are watching my every move, holding both arms straight up high together and closing my eyes briefly, deep breathing in preparation. Taking time doing this because John has told me many times in the past just how sexy men find that pose, women with arms held high, maybe reaching up to retrieve something off a high shelf for example...as though perhaps in their imagination... surrendering...theirs to do with as they will.
Opening my eyes, sure enough the fellas have stopped yapping and are staring right at me, it feels unbelievable good to capture their full attention in this way.
And so, feeling empowered, I commit to the dive. Resurfacing close to my little group of admirers and receiving a small applause I give them a more than friendly glance while continuing on past towards the shallow end.
Breast stroke is my favourite style, allowing for smooth and steady progress while enabling me to take in and be aware of my surroundings.
It's early wednesday morning the day after my passionate encounter with Ted in the pool changing cubicle. Looking around, there's not as many folk here today so it should be quiet enough for another clandestine changing room adventure. I know Ted is willing but what about Charlie?
John is with them both now trying to get Ted's shy friend to join in. I wonder how it's going? Good by the way Charlie was gazing at me, I could see the desire in his eyes, he wants me but is he willing to take a chance?
John has been talking to the pair of friends for the past half hour. The three men have hardly done any swimming at all, just chatting together in hushed tone.
I've let them get on with it, happy and very excited in the knowledge that they are discussing me.
Earlier, and at my request, John had waited for me to get ready so that we could enter the main pool area together. This was done so I could observe Ted and Charlie's reaction as my hubby returned to the early bird session with me after two days absence....and of course, after Ted had become very acquainted with me the previous morning.
Both guys looked tense as John approached them, but Charlie appeared the most nervous.
Once in the water we went to them and said our hellos, both men instantly put at ease by John's easy going and friendly demeanour.
My hubby is very good at making people feel at ease, kind and considerate, he knew the pair would be a little on edge and so made sure with his greeting that they knew he was very pleased with what had transpired.
I watched with pride and a good deal of satisfaction as John shook hands with Ted then patted him on the shoulder, the words, 'well done mate' just audible over the pool noise.
Deciding not to interfere with the boys subsequent chat, I excused myself and got on with some lengths, leaving them to discuss me in privacy.
While swimming up and down the pool I let my thoughts wander back to the day before, and the exciting news I had for my hubby...
Recounting the experience of being with another man is one of the highlights of the unique relationship I have with john, but this time was extra special.
Not only was I with someone new, but John wasn't even sure anything had happened. So, all that morning his imagination and hopes had been running riot.
And as a result, you can perhaps imagine that my prearranged phone call was highly anticipated. I could hear the tense tone in John's voice as he answered my call on his dinner break.
First, I asked if he was alone? The answer was yes, he'd made an excuse to leave the canteen to go fetch something from the car.
There's a short pause where I could easily have cut the tension over the airwaves with scissors.
Bringing the receiver closer to my mouth, licking my lips before breaking the tense silence, "John?...he had me...he had me in the changing cubicle."
Another brief silence followed by an audible intake of breath into my ear, then John's exclamation, "Oh yes!"
The word 'yes' being overemphasized and spat out with a fervent hiss.
John praises me, I'm called a good girl and his 'little minx'. There follows a series of rapid questions which I answer quickly in soft unwavering tone.
"Which one was it?"
"Ted."
John comments in reply that he's aware that Ted is my favourite of the two, then continued with his questioning.
"What happened to Charlie?"
"Too nervous."
"What was Ted like?"
"Good...but a little premature."
"Is he big?"
"Yes."
By this he means simply, is Ted bigger than him? I always feel a pang of guilt, revealing a new lover is bigger than my hubby, even though John has told me many times in the past that it doesn't matter if the other guy is larger than him. The only thing that does matter is that we are both comfortable with the new guy.
And we both know the answer to this. We all get along like we've known each other for years so, no problems there, just my silly unwarranted guilt.
The questions continue.
"Did he nut in you?"
"Yes."
"What position?"
"Doggy."
"Did you suck him?"
