It was almost noon and I couldn't wait. Our neighbors of 18 years were coming over for our weekly Saturday cookout. It was our turn to provide the steaks and burgers. Bills's wife, Margaret, always brought her fantastic home-made potato salad and a delicious side dish. My wife of 32 years, Diane, always made some sinfully fattening desert that we would all complain about how bad it was for you but devoured anyway.
Whenever they arrived, we would usually have a couple of drinks and then I would pore the charcoal briquettes and get the grill going. Unfortunately, because Diane had to work tonight, she only had a couple of drinks and then stopped drinking anything with alcohol. I was disappointed because whenever she drinks she gets really flirtatious and I always got my hopes up that SHE might get lucky tonight. The truth is that she doesn't need any booze to be flirtatious. Over the years she has became more of a tease but was not anything like a nymphomaniac in bed. Still, we loved each other deeply and just accepted that after 32 years of marriage, the old fire was starting to burn low.
Bill's wife was a real sweetheart and had confided to Diane that six years ago after Bill's heart attack he was not able to get an erection. They had a strong marriage but she told my wife, from time to time, that she could really use a good "stiff one".
My heart went out to Bill because Margaret was very pretty and though she no longer had the body of a teenager she was still extremely attractive. She had one of those smiles that made you smile when she smiled at you. Over the years, like most women, she had put on a few pounds but in all the right places. For one, her breasts were huge. She had a little tummy but her ass was full and round and begged to be pinched. And the thing that drove me crazy was her nipples. They would stick out no matter what cloths she was wearing.
Finally, after we had the most fantastic lunch and had cleaned off the outdoor table it was time to just sit down, relax and chat. Because we have an in-ground swimming pool everyone had dressed to go swimming. Margaret wore a red one-piece with a low cut top revealing her mouth-watering cleavage. My wife wore a one piece suit that pushed up her small breasts and still made them look desirable. I wore khaki shorts over my suit with a thin button down shirt that I hoped gave me the "Brad Bond" look. Brad sat there shirtless. I was always a little jealous of Bill because even though he did not have a six-pack stomach, he had managed to evade the middle-aged bulge. Without words spoken, I know Diane was acutely aware of his nice stomach and chest.
It was time for the two mischievous wives to start flirting. I had noticed that while I was telling Bill what I thought was a funny story about my last golf outing, he seemed distracted. Then I heard some slurping. I turned to see my wife seductively licking a strawberry popsicle. Both Margaret and I looked at the same time and then at each other and all four of us burst out laughing. Then Diane asked if us men would like a popsicle. Bill and I declined but said we could use another beer. Margaret volunteered to run into the house and bring out our beers. I don't know what took her so long. I just remember seeing this arm going over my head, and when I turned it, my cheek smacked right into one of her 38D tits. Obviously she had planned this and everyone laughed at the big dumb grin I had on my face. We had all been best friends for so many years there was no jealousy or anger.
At about four in the afternoon it was time for the party to break up. Bill had to go to some campground where he and Margaret had a trailer that needed some repairs. Because everyone except for my wife, Diane, had probably drank to much, Diane offered to drive him there. It was a nice place on the lake and Margaret could go pick him up the next day.
Around six, that night I heard Diane upstairs, Skyping with Margaret. They must have been telling dirty jokes or making fun of their husbands, or whatever, they were laughing their heads off. My wife told Margaret that when she dropped off Bill at the camper, he laid on the sofa and fell asleep in about two minutes.
Then I heard Diane say, "Keep talking. I have to get ready for work." Apparently she was dressing to go to the office where she worked and wanted to keep talking while she got dressed. I was downstairs so I could only hear bits and pieces.
I did hear Margaret whistle at my wife and say, "Nice tushy."
Now Diane might not have the biggest tits in the world but she does have the perfect ass. Apparently she had bent over to pick up something and her life-long friend had to be naughty and give her a genuine compliment.
"Thanks," Diane replied. "Gotta run." She blew a kiss to Margaret and waved goodbye.
Margaret said, "Hey Diane, if Mike is still home, send him up. I am bored and want someone to chat with."
"He's downstairs. I will go get him. Have a nice evening. Chat soon," replied my wife and out the door she went.
I grabbed a beer before going upstairs to see what Margaret was up to. When I sat down at the computer she was sitting there still in her bathing suit with a big smile on her face.
"Hey Handsome," she said while sipping on a glass of red wine. "Nice party."
"Thank you, Beautiful," I replied. "Nice cleavage," I said trying to be a bit of a flirt.
The way she set up her webcam gave a perfect view looking down her bathing suit. I was thinking how great it would be to snuggle my nose between those two melons, but of course I couldn't tell her that.
Margaret was feeling no pain and was in an incredible mood. She was laughing, and smiling, and just plain fun.
"Its days like today when the sun is up and the booze is flowing and we are having a good time that I miss the old Bill," she started.
