'Come on, Linda. It feels sooo good,' she laughed.
Without hesitating, Linda took two steps and bounced upward once from the board, doing a jackknife just as perfectly as her companion. She curved through the water and bobbed up to the surface a few inches away from Grace, her skin thrilling from the refreshing coolness of the water. Then together they swam lazily across the length of the pool and pulled themselves dripping up the ladder out of the water. Half a minute later, they were stretched out once more side by side, this time on their stomachs.
Fred Furness had watched with appreciation the two wives plunging one after the other into the pool, feeling a sudden warm tingle down in his loins at the view of Linda's tautly stretched buttocks when she doubled over in the air to touch her toes. Boy, would I like to get into her from behind like that, he groaned to himself. And then he noticed Tommy crossing the patio with the drinks.
It was obvious to Fred as he watched the young coach weaving his way through the scattered chairs and assorted sunbathers that Tommy was staring with greedy relish at the provocatively swaying hips not of his own wife, but of Fred's wife, Grace. The germ of an idea began to form in Fred's head, and by the time the ladies were abandoning themselves to the sun's rays again and Tommy had taken his seat beside him, Fred had concocted a plan. He knew that Grace would go along with it – she had always done so in the past.
'She's quite a woman, isn't she,' Furness said in an insinuating tone.
'Who?' Tommy Singleton asked innocently, embarrassed to think that his friend might have seen him ogling his wife Grace.
'I mean both of them,' Fred laughed. 'No need to get nervous about it, Tommy. I don't blame you for looking. I'd do the same in your place.' He made a short pause, and then added, 'I wish I could do more than that.' His voice seemed sad and wistful.
'What do you mean?' Tommy demanded. This was the first he had heard of any problems of this kind between Fred and Grace.
'I mean just what it sounds like,' Fred answered a little defensively. 'At first I was a little ashamed to admit it, but our doctor says it happens to a lot of guys. He insists that it's only temporary impotence – probably psychological, and it'll cure itself in time. But it's hell to go through, let me tell you.'
Tommy didn't know what to say. He couldn't think of a worse fate for a man – especially if he was married to a woman as lively and alluring as Grace. Without meaning to, he glanced once more at the supine figure of Fred's wife. She was reaching behind her back to undo the snap of her bikini top, unconsciously squirming her hips against the red towel she was lying on as she struggled with the clasp. Finally she managed to get it loose, and the restraining fabric fell away from her full mounds, giving him a brief unexpected glimpse of the white firmness of her right breast before she pressed her torso back down onto the towel. Then she wriggled her firmly rounded buttocks once or twice to get comfortable, and Tommy felt a slight tremble and jerk of his penis inside his tight swimming trunks. God, that woman couldn't help but look sexy, whatever she did!
'Yeah,' Fred Furness breathed hoarsely beside him. 'It's even worse for poor Grace. She's always been almost insatiable in bed, and now…' he let his voice trail away, a look of anxiety crossing his features.
'And now, what?' Tommy asked softly, wondering what else could be bothering him.
'Hell, I can't expect her to go on forever without a little action from time to time. I just hope she has the good sense to get it from somebody who won't get any ideas of splitting us up or causing some kind of trouble,' Furness scowled. 'We've had too many good years together. We're really a good match under normal circumstances, and I don't relish the idea of some perfect stranger screwing us up.' He chewed his lower lip for a moment in a nervous gesture Tommy had seen him use when he was worried about his football team losing a game. 'Oh, well, what happens, happens, and that's all there is to it,' he added at length, pretending bitterness, and then he lifted his gin and tonic and drank over half of it without stopping for breath.
'Hey, take it easy on that stuff, Coach,' Tommy chided him. He hated to see his long-time friend in such a state. 'The season may be over, but you can't afford to break training at your age,' the younger men laughed half-heartedly.
'What do you mean, at my age? You clown, I'll race you five lengths of the pool right now,' he growled in a realistic tone of belligerence, slipping his feet out of the rubber sandals he was wearing and plunging into the pool after three running strides.
Tommy was surprised, but nevertheless he hit the water only a split second behind him, and they swam to the far end of the pool and kicked off from the wall together. Their wives watched with interest as their two athletic husbands raced back and forth, their faces distorted out of shape each time they heaved themselves up at the end of a lap and gasped for air to fill their lungs. Neither of them could gain an inch on the other, and they finally touched the concrete on the fifth lap at exactly the same instant, making it a tie.
'Bravo, Hercules!' Grace Furness shouted, clapping her hands, forgetting for the moment her breasts were uncovered. Then she squealed in laugher and cupped them in the tiny halter, but not before the winded swimmers had glimpsed the rosy hardened tips of her nipples.
Linda Singleton was both proud of her own husband and amazed that Fred Furness could keep up with him. Then when she saw the unmistakable look of desire pass over her husband Tommy's face as he stared at Grace's full breasts exposed briefly to his view, she was filled with an uncontrollable jealous anger, turning her face away from his smile when he looked at her. The nerve, she thought. It's bad enough that he has a one-track mind with me at home, but to stare brazenly at his friend's wife like that is too much.
Tommy noticed her look of distaste and felt mildly annoyed that it should bother her. It was perfectly natural and human for him to look at women – and he wasn't going to stop just because he was now married.
Later the four of them had dinner together in the club before they would have to return to the condominium apartments they had bought in the same complex of buildings. When the two wives excused themselves to go to the powder room, Fred Furness again brought up the subject of his problem with Grace.
'I've been thinking, Tommy,' he began. 'You and I have known each other for a long time now. I consider you one of my best friends. I know that I could trust you.'
Tommy Singleton wondered what Fred was leading up to, but didn't say anything. It was obviously doing Fred good in his dejected state to talk.
'I think Grace really digs you,' Furness went on. 'And unless I'm wrong, you kind of like her too. Right?'
Tommy's heart was suddenly beating loudly in his temples. Slowly it was dawning on him what his friend was trying to say, and the thought both confused and excited the frustrated young man.
'What I'm trying to say is, why don't you do me a big favor – and Grace, and yourself – by dropping over some afternoon when I'm not around. Let whatever happens between you happen, and maybe she won't be forced to go looking around for some dumb salesman or garage attendant to satisfy her needs.' The look on Fred Furness' face was sincerely pleading for understanding.
Tommy couldn't believe his ears. He was actually being offered a chance to screw his friend's wife, an idea that had crossed his mind over and over again long before he had met and recently married Linda. He had always rejected the impulse for fear of alienating his good friend, but here the older man was offering his woman freely with no strings attached as though she were a piece of property to be passed around at will.
'Uh, I'd like to help you out, Fred, but you can imagine how Linda would feel,' he stalled for time. 'And what about Grace? She might not like being treated like a piece of furniture that you can do what you want to with.' At the same time as Tommy was offering up objections, his mind was already picturing the physical treats this more experienced woman could offer him with her body. It might be the best thing that ever happened to him, with his bride Linda holding so much of herself back. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out without doing a little running around himself or, what would be worse, losing his patience and perhaps turning his wife against him forever.
'There's no reason why Linda would ever have to know,' Fred insisted as he worked to persuade Tommy to agree to at least try. 'And I'll talk to Grace about it tonight when we get home. From things she said in the past, though, I think she'll like the idea.' Furness waved his hand as if putting aside all the possible objections that Tommy could come up with. 'After all, she has a hunger that has to be fed, and if I know women, it'll be a while before your wife Linda will be able to satisfy your appetite. Why shouldn't the two of you get together? And knowing as I do the way Grace gets so turned on she abandons herself completely to sex, I'd rather know who it is giving her a tumble in my bed.'
At that moment, the two wives returned to the table, and the proposal was left that way – Fred would call Tommy from his office in the gym the next day and tell him what Grace thought of the idea.
