“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.
Normal was really rather… normal! We put Charlie in the local elementary school, Fifth District Elementary, which, despite its totally unimaginative name, seemed like a nice enough school. Besides, the most important part of any school is whether the parents want their child to succeed. I could put Charlie in the fanciest prep school in the country, but if I don’t do my job as his father, he’d flunk. Neither Marilyn nor I would allow our kids to flunk that way.
We had debated putting Charlie and the girls in parochial school, but I was resistant. For one thing, Fifth District was barely five minutes from our house, right down Mount Carmel Road in Upperco. Our Lady of Grace was in Parkton, at the corner of York and Middletown, and probably fifteen to twenty minutes away. Secondly, my taxes were already paying for the public schools, and while I could buy both schools out of petty cash, it seemed really wasteful.
Finally, I just have an inherent bias against parochial schools. I did just fine in public schools, both this time and the last, and I was nowhere near as impressed with the job the Catholic schools in Utica had done with the Lefleurs. Or it could just be that what little religious belief I’ve retained, I still consider myself a Lutheran, hard core Protestant, and more than a little skeptical of Catholicism and their schooling. Well, all except the Jesuits, who have a solid reputation as scholars, and run some first rate colleges. You might graduate a convert, but you’ll have learned how to think!
If there was a problem with Fifth District, we could always reconsider. Until then, it was a whole lot closer to run down the road. Charlie didn’t seem to mind. You know those commercials where the child tearfully clings to his parents rather than climb on the school bus? (Marilyn had driven him to kindergarten last year.) Forget it! Charlie scampered down the driveway, climbed up the steps into the bus, and never looked back! I had gone outside with Marilyn to watch this momentous occasion. Marilyn and I just looked at each other and laughed. “Isn’t this supposed to be real sentimental? Isn’t he supposed to cry or something?” I asked.
“So much for missing Mommy and Daddy!” she replied.
“Wait until he starts asking to ride his little motorcycle to school.” Marilyn just rolled her eyes at that. I stood there for a moment watching the black GMC following behind the bus. It had followed the bus from the bus garage, would hang around in the parking lot of the school, and then tail the bus home again. Fifth District wasn’t thrilled, but I bought them off with a new computer system.
I gave Marilyn a quick kiss good-bye, and then climbed into my car to go to the office. “I’ll be back by 5:30 or so.”
Charlie was still five when he started first grade, just like I had been. In Maryland the cutoff date was the calendar year, so if you turned six by December 31, you started school when you were five. Charlie was an October baby, I was born in November, and Hamilton had been born in December, so we all started school at five. The twins, born in the summer, would start at six. It didn’t seem a problem for Charlie, though. While Hamilton and I had been small as little kids, Charlie was big for his age.
The article in Fortune proved to be a mixed blessing. Now that the world knew of us, people started beating a path to our door. It got worse when somebody at Dell blabbed that we were involved with them, too. Mike Dell wasn’t too amused when this all came out, but the article in Business Week clearly stated it was a Dell insider who spilled the beans. Both Business Week and Forbes ran articles on venture capital and high tech, and we were listed prominently with the other outfits who specialized in this area. At least I didn’t make the cover, though my picture was on the insides in both magazines.