Rachel was happily splashing around in the shallow water, laughing. It warmed Sam's heart to watch his daughter enjoying herself but he was keeping a close eye on her. Like every protective dad he was always mindful of every danger. It was too awful to contemplate of anything happening to her.
His wife, Billie was there too and it was nice to have some time together as a family. The sound of the two people who meant the world to him, laughing and playing was magical.
He didn't need reminding how close he had come to risking all this. His heart went out to his spouse as he observed her maternal warmth as she devoted her attention on their child. She'd given him so much happiness and in a brief lapse of his fidelity he'd let another woman, his daughter's kindergarten teacher, perform a sex act on him. Not just let her but gone along with it...and enjoyed it.....
Not his finest moment and he knew the guilt would never completely go away. He'd regretted it as soon as it had happened and was determined it was never going to happen again. It had been a temporary moment of insanity and he didn't want to throw away years of happy commitment just because some young thing had thrown herself at him. His wife was a beautiful woman and he loved her.
He let his eyes discreetly travel over her lean body. Billie always looked good in her bathing suit. She was short and petite, with small breasts, flat stomach and motherly hips. He knew every inch of her and cherished every chance he got to be with her.
He smiled as the girls started to splash him in a concerted attack.
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Wendy Pritchard scowled at the smell of chlorine and the screams of happy children.
"Hurry up, Denise. We're already late!" She hissed. As if this wasn't going to be bad enough, she thought to herself. Billie Freeman always looked at her so sympathetically, knowing she had the perfect husband, the perfect house, the perfect life. Her husband never even looked at other women, not like Don who hardly bothered to hide it.
She caught sight of the Freemans and gave a little wave, ushering her daughter Denise in their direction. She knew she shouldn't but, as they approached, she couldn't help admiring Sam. Clad only in his shorts it was too irresistible to check out his strong arms and masculine torso. She longed to run her fingers through the dark fur of his chest that covered his pecs and down his flat abdomen. Why couldn't she have a handsome, faithful husband like Sam?
"Wow! You look amazing!" Billie whistled as the other woman neared. Her friend was wearing a bikini that really showed off her assets. It wasn't really appropriate attire for a kids' day at the swimming pool but she knew Wendy had been trying to lose weight lately. It seemed to be really working.
Wendy smiled, concealing her true feelings. She knew Billie looked down on her but at least she had one thing superior to her; her body. A few months ago she'd had been plump rather than fat and her regime had hit all the right areas. Her waist had narrowed, without diminishing her busty curvaceousness.
More than one guy in the pool had checked her out and her voluptuous hourglass figure. The feeling of satisfaction she got from that grew as Sam's eyes travelled down to her rack and stayed there a little longer than they should've.
Eventually he dragged his gaze away before his wife could notice. Inwardly Wendy rejoiced. Maybe Sam wasn't above ogling a fine pair of tits after all. She was glad she'd worn the skimpy garment to let him get a good look.
"Hey Sam." Wendy greeted him, casually placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. It lingered there a little longer than suitable and Sam frowned. She'd always been a little flirtatious but he'd always dismissed it as harmless. Still he felt a little self-conscious about being half undressed around her.
"How are things?" He asked politely. Still wearing makeup in the water, he always thought it unusual that his classy, graceful wife was friends with her. He'd never said it but he'd always considered the other woman a little trashy.
"Oh you know," She sighed. "Crap at work and Don's a big an ass as usual." Wendy complained.
Sam tried to nod sympathetically; the whole town knew how much the Pritchards fought. Sam didn't really like his daughter spending so much time round there but always bit his tongue because Rachel and Denise were friends.
Unprompted a thought sprung into his mind. The Pritchards didn't get along so Don was hardly likely to be enjoying the benefits of Wendy's new improved body. It seemed a waste of that beautiful bountiful flesh....He tried to shake the thought from his head.
"You should leave him, you know?" Billie replied, sighing slightly. All the girls had said so and Wendy never listened to the advice. None of them could understand why she put up with a guy who treated her so mean and openly fooled around on her. "There are other guys out there."
Sam noticed how Wendy's eyes flicked in his direction as Billie spoke and he swallowed, feeling awkward and nervous. Suddenly he felt even more modest and shy. He couldn't believe he'd been checking her out, idly wondering what it would be like to be with her.
Until recently he'd never been like that. He'd only had eyes for his wife until his daughter's kindergarten teacher had turned his head.
He pulled his eyes away and shook his head. What the hell was he doing? He loved his wife but it was getting more difficult to remember that. He'd been a happily married man. He 'd always been happy with wife's body, considering himself lucky and her body perfect but recently Billie's small breasts had begun to pale in comparison. He'd fondle them but in his head he'd picture tits like Elana's or Wendy's.
He'd always thought physical appearance didn't really matter and that who you were with was the most important thing. Lately he'd begun to have doubts.
He guessed he was like a lot of guys after all. He couldn't help fantasising about sucking and groping a big ripe pair. It wasn't just big tits. It was asses too. It was driving him crazy seeing all the perfect round asses out there , butts like Wendy's and coming home to be slightly disappointed by his wife's. It shouldn't matter but he couldn't stop checking out what he was missing.
Without realising what he was doing he started to unconsciously twist the ring around his finger.
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Next Week
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Sam entered the kitchen and inhaled deeply, liking the smell of fresh baking. Billie was trying to teach their daughter how to make cupcakes but from the looks of things Rachel was more interested in eating all the frosting. Her adorable cheeks were covered with the stuff.
He helped himself to one of the cooling cakes and smiled. It tasted good, like everything Billie made. With his wife's culinary skills he was glad he still made time to hit the gym twice a week or he'd be putting on weight.
"Daddy!" Rachel protested loudly. "Those are for school!" She scolded him, prompting him to chuckle as she pouted and folded her arms sulkily.
"Sorry, pumpkin." He grinned as Billie slipped her arms around him. "She sounds just like you, you know..." He told his wife.
