Twenty minutes later she came through the patio door and flopped down beside me on a chaise lounge. "Tell me again why I wanted children.", she told me.
I chuckled and poured her a glass of the Pinot. "Can't help you there. I just wanted sex. You're the one who wanted kids!"
"You're no help!" She took the glass from me and said, "Thank you! Thank you!"
"What did you tell Charlie about barbarians?"
Marilyn laughed hard enough to spill a drop of her wine. "Speaking of barbarians - He's a whole tribe all on his own! I can't wait until school starts and he goes all day long, and not just mornings."
I glanced over at her, and noticed the drop of wine on her tee shirt. "You spilled some wine. Take your shirt off."
Marilyn rolled her eyes. "Forget it! You have ulterior motives! I fell for that once before, and look what happened!" I smiled and topped off her glass. After a second, she drank some more, and then said, "No, no, no! That's not going to happen! You're just trying to get me drunk and have your way with me!"
I gave her my most innocent look, and just gaped in a silent protest. I kept topping off her glass, and when the bottle was done, I went inside and opened a second.
Marilyn promptly held out her glass for a refill. "It won't work, you know.", I was told.
"What won't work?"
"Getting me drunk and thinking it will make me horny!"
"Never crossed my mind!" I had to laugh at this, since the way my wife was talking, she was getting both drunk and very horny! "I'm shocked you could think that of me!" I poured some more wine in my own glass. "Sure you don't want to take you shirt off? What if you spilled some more wine?"
Marilyn snorted and sipped some wine, but then she sat upright. Setting her glass down, she peeled her shirt off and tossed it on the table. Then she took her glass and lay back on the lounger. She noticed me watching her, and said, "Don't get any ideas! It's hot out here!"
"Whatever you say, honey. What about your shorts?"
"It's not that hot!", was her reply. I just shrugged. Five minutes later she unzipped her shorts and pushed them off as well, to leave her in her panties and bra. She looked at me accusingly and said, "It's still warm. Don't get any ideas!" She finished her wine and I poured her some more.
"I didn't say anything.", I said innocently. I glanced at my watch. It was almost eight, and while it was still light out, the kids were in bed. I looked at Marilyn out of the corner of my eye. Working out with me in the mornings had done her a world of good. She had a few stretch marks, but nothing to be ashamed of, and she was fairly tight and toned. Her bikini cut scar was mostly gone, and what there was was hidden by her underwear. She had on 'everyday' underwear, but still looked pretty good. I could feel my dick stiffening as I looked at her. Then I saw her glancing in my direction, and she had a ghostly smile on her face.
"You know, if you're still hot, maybe you should jump in the pool.", I said.
"If I go inside now to change, I'll wake up the kids."
"Go swimming in your underwear."
Marilyn smiled to herself, and then said, "I couldn't do that! It's not right."
"I won't tell if you don't."
She smiled some more, and then sat upright. "It really is warm!" She stood up and went towards the pool. I pulled my shirt off and followed her by just a few seconds.
Marilyn tried to swim away from me, towards the deep end, but she knew I was behind her and wasn't trying too hard. I swam behind her, closely, and ended up 'herding' her over towards the shallow end, at about the four foot level. There I trapped her against the side of the pool, with my arms holding onto the sides of the pool, trapping her in front of me. "I don't actually think it's all that hot.", I said.
"No?"
"I think it's you that's hot!" I reached behind her and flicked the catch on her bra, and pulled it off. I tossed it up on the edge of the pool. Then I pushed her panties down. I missed catching them, but didn't want to bother looking for them at that moment. Next went my own swim trunks, which ended up around my left foot, but at least didn't go floating away.
Marilyn reached down between us and spread her pussy lips apart, and guided me inside as I pushed closer to her. I pushed completely inside in a single motion, and she whimpered as I bottomed out. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and raised her legs, to wrap around my waist, and I began fucking her against the side of the pool. If the hard tiles of the poolside bothered her, Marilyn didn't let on. I couldn't really pound into her, what with the resistance of the water and the position, but we definitely made waves before I filled her pussy with jism, and then pistoned it out into the water surrounding us.
My wife sighed happily as we clung to each other afterwards. "You know, it won't be long before we won't be able to get away with this!"
"Huh?"
She nodded towards the house. "One of these days we're going to look up and find somebody looking back!"
I smiled at the thought. "Another good reason to take vacations without the kids. I think we are due for another trip to the Bahamas."
"Without the children?
"What else would we be without?", I teased.
"Any underwear?"
I helped Marilyn out of the pool and led her over to the grass, where there was a towel spread out from earlier in the day. I pushed her down onto the towel, and then had her lay face down with her legs spread apart. I moved behind her and entered her again, and began moving. I whispered in her ear, "I think we should take those two party dresses we got you. Maybe look for a few more."
Marilyn moaned and thrust back at me. The sound of our two bodies slapping wetly was magnified in the still night air. The only thing louder was her cries of, "Fuck me! Fuck me!", and my grunts. When I began whispering how I was going to assfuck her on the beach, it drove us both over the edge, and I unloaded again. We collapsed on top of each other, and lay there until we could catch our breaths.
"Should I call Taylor and schedule a week before Charlie goes back to school?", I asked. I sat upright and then climbed to my feet.
Marilyn took my hand and got up as well. She kissed me and giggled, "You bet!"
I wandered around the pool area and retrieved our clothing. Marilyn looked around and said, "Where's my underwear?"
I looked around. I had her wet bra, but not her panties. "In the pool, maybe? You'll need to look for them in the morning."
"Well, what if it gets into the pool filter?"
"Yet another good reason to only go skinny-dipping." I took her hand and led her away from the pool. "We'll worry about it in the morning."
Chapter 89: Letters To The Editor
We made a parents-only trip to Hougomont in mid August, and did pretty much everything we had talked about around the pool that night. We didn't pack any underwear, we did pack some club dresses for Marilyn, and we did screw every way possible down there. I even went skinny-dipping with her one afternoon and then used the suntan lotion as lube for an assfuck on the beach. It was an excellent diversion before coming home and getting back to normal.