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?"
"Yes...I cleaned him up afterwards."
With each reply I can hear John becoming more aroused and for a moment I firmly believe he is playing with himself while I'm talking to him on the phone.
He wasn't, but later told me that he had a raging hard on while listening to my voice and as he was parked in a secluded part of the works car park did consider pulling it out and having a wank, but decided to save his pent up frustrations for me later that evening...for which I was breathlessly grateful.
Our sordid conversation came to a conclusion with the end of John's questions and an assurance that he was 'looking forward' to seeing me when he got back.
And it was now, as I recalled what happened when we were alone that evening, that I heard splashing coming towards me.
Coming around from my delicious day dream I see John arriving at my side, the excitement on his face is obvious and I know he has some good news.
Swimming along together making for the side of the pool, John waiting while we stop before speaking.
It turns out to be both good and bad news, the bad news from his conversation with the boys being that Charlie is still too nervous about the whole thing but especially the possibility of his wife finding out.
"He wants to...." John told me, leaning in and talking quietly near my ear, "....but he's too worried about Beth finding out."
John goes on to say that he tried to persuade him but he didn't think Charlie would come round, despite being very tempted.
So, it looked like our plans for a first foursome were doomed.
Ted however, wanted me again. But now came another more minor blow, John desperately wanted to see me and Ted together but unfortunately the big guy was a little nervous about him being present, having never done anything like that before.
John was confident he would agree to it in time, but just for this morning Ted had suggested that John be in the cubicle next to us, that way he could get used to my hubby's presence without being under too much pressure from this new experience.
Both myself and John knew from bitter experience that to push someone into something when they were not ready could end in disaster.
Our very embarrassing evening with my old boyfriend Alan for example.
So John had readily agreed, all we had to do now was go for it. He'd told Ted that he would get out the pool with me then we'd both go to the showers together and wait for him there.
Ted would get out a few minutes after us.
Glancing up at the big clock high on the wall, there was just eighteen minutes left of our session.
So, trying not to look like we we're hurrying, we quickly made our way to the pool ladder and got out.
I dare not look back at Ted so as not to arouse suspicion among the staff or other swimmers, this was the second time I'd gotten out early followed by Ted.
Perhaps John being present will put anyone noticing our curious behaviour off the scent...hopefully.
Getting to the showers, I'd already decided to wash my hair properly back at home to save some time, choosing instead to just rinse it I stand under the hot soothing water washing away the chlorine, closing my eyes for a moment and contemplating what is about to happen...feeling the excitement welling up inside me.
But I don't have long to indulge in the recent erotic memories my naughty mood conjures, within a short time we hear splashes as Ted approaches through the little pool close by. Opening my eyes I see him appear from around the corner, standing there for a brief moment, a nervous excited expression etched on his face, gaze altering from me to John beside me and back again.
