My husband and I have been involved in an open marriage since our mid thirties, swapping partners, attending swingers parties and enjoying ourselves with others when and wherever we can. Our marriage is stronger than we ever imagined and our sex with one another is awesome.
Our children were grown, and out on their own, leaving us more time with each other and more than enough time for playing around.
My cousin Becky, was recently divorced, her children were with her ex-husband every other weekend, so I invited her to spend a weekend with us, shopping, relaxing, and hanging out at the lake. Becky is a petite woman around five-three with deep brown eyes, black hair and a to die for figure, and she has never lacked for male attention.
She arrived early on a Friday afternoon with her overnight bag, makeup bag and a half-gallon bottle of Malibu rum. After meeting her in the driveway, giving her a big hug, I showed her to the guest room where she dropped her bag's and told me she needed a drink.
We went out to the kitchen, fixing drinks, talking and giggling like two teenage girls had a drink and took our second one out on the deck catching up with each other.
The warm early summer sun was shining, a cool breeze blowing off the water of the lake was perfect. I was wearing shorts, a tank top and flip flops, and Becky had on cut-off jeans, a cute little button up sleeveless top, both of which highlighted her gorgeous figure and showed off the tan cleavage of her 32DD breasts. She took a seat on the couch, kicked off her boat shoes. and sighed, then asked where my husband was.
I told her he'd taken the pontoon boat to a marina nearby to fill up the gas tanks and load the coolers with ice, in case we decided to go for a boat ride tomorrow and would be back shortly.
Our conversation led to our marriages, which I wasn't going to bring up, but she said her ex was abusing her, and she just couldn't take it anymore, and asked if I had ever been through that. I told her we'd had our fair share of arguments, but not one time had we ever been abusive, physically or verbally. She said it's terrible and he had me convinced it was my fault.
My husband was pulling up to the dock, setting out the bumpers, tieing the lines and making sure everything was in order. He was shirtless, with his birdwell beach britches and boat shoes, sunglasses and his ball cap on. His muscular body glistened in the sun, six-foot two with short dark hair, hazel eyes and very handsome.
Becky was watching his every move, and commented that if he wasn't mine she could eat him with a spoon, laughing when she said it. I giggled telling her he was available to rent, but expensive. Becky laughed, asking if she could make payments, causing me to start laughing until I had tears in my eyes.
My husband had made it to the deck, smiling at us asking what was so funny, so I stood up gave him a big hug, kissed him and told him he had to be there patting his chest. He'd put his t-shirt on before getting off the boat and he was kind of sweaty, so I told him he needed a shower. Becky stood up and hugged him, telling him hello and she was glad he was home for her visit, he hugged her back gave her a kiss on her forehead, telling her how pretty she looked and he was going to take his shower.
She surprised both my husband and I when she said if he needed any help all he had to do was let her know, laughing when she said it, but I had the feeling she was dead serious, and the look on my husband's face let me know what he was thinking.
When he went inside she apologized saying she was feeling the drinks already and hoped I wasn't upset with her.
I told her not at all, but be careful she was playing with a stick of dynamite with a very short fuse. This had us both laughing again and we went inside to fix another drink.
