(Owen) You remember that thing we talked about
(Rylee) huh?
(Owen) with Gregg and his thinly veiled lust for you
(Rylee) oh you mean… really?
(Owen) We aren’t gonna get much more done tonight
(Owen) Why don’t you put on that cute bikini and get in the pool?
He sat his phone down on the table waiting for a response. His heart raced at the idea of what he just asked her to do.
Flipping through papers, hardly able to keep real attention, he wondered if Rylee would answer him or if the idea turned her off completely. Owen figured he would deal with that situation later once he wrapped up a few reports. Even Gregg was beginning to get something done as the midnight hour crept on.
But before too long the sound of the sliding glass door next door caught both of their attention. Owen’s heart was racing at this point wondering if she was going to go through with it. Gregg was eagerly watching out their slider to catch a shameless glimpse of Owen’s wife.
Sure enough, Rylee strutted out onto the pool deck, pink string bikini hugging her MILFy hips as she came to the edge of the pool.
Gregg was gobstruck looking at her in her small bathing suit. It was the least amount of clothes he had ever seen Rylee in. Owen counted the seconds as Rylee purposefully stood at the edge of the water and gave Gregg a view of her, back turned. She was masterful.
Rylee had a woman’s body, soft and robust with breasts that had fed a child. They were stuffed inside a bikini top that she rarely wore, threatening to burst out at any second. Her ass was plump, and round, and ran into her long slender legs. She was short in stature, “fun-sized” as they called it back in college.
For a brief second, the thirty-year-old mother and wife whipped around her long brunette hair and smiled at the pair of hard-working businessmen. Like a brilliant actress, she played her role well, waving her fingers at them. Though she primarily focused on Gregg as she stepped into the pool. The sight of her glorious body disappearing into the neon blue glow of the water was tantalizing.
Gregg hadn’t stopped staring in her direction. Owen knew that they had him.
With a big yawn he sealed the deal, stretching his arms upward he stood.
“Man I’m tired, I don’t know if I can do much more tonight.”
“Ohhh, uh yea.” The older man shook his head as if he was escaping a trance.
“Why don’t you go join Rylee in the pool, it looks like a nice night for a swim.” Owen smiled at Gregg as he casually made the suggestion.
“Huh… don’t you want to… your wife?” Gregg looked puzzled, yet Owen knew inside he was burning with interest. He just needed a little push.
“Yeah, I’ll join yall in a bit. I just need to go get changed and maybe take a shower or something.” He grabbed his coat and bag before heading to the slider.
“She probably is bored and could use some company.” He slid through the opening with those parting words. He found his way to the room next door, but not before giving his wife a knowing wink.
Anxiously she sat against the wall on the far side of the pool. Her arms held on to the pool deck as her breasts lay half submerged. It was the perfect vantage point for Gregg to ogle her some more as he decided whether to join.