The busty blonde immediately handed her things to Connor and waded into the pool.
Tina rolled her eyes. Here comes the display – always where we're sitting.
Gerald groaned.
She sneered. "Getting excited?"
"Fuck no…"
She knew he wasn't. She sighed with exaggeration.
Valerie began swimming, lapping around the pool. She always did three laps and then did her display.
Tina said, "Third lap."
Her husband said drily, "Yeah, I know." He was getting up. "Think I'll be conveniently absent."
She wanted to hug him and pat him on the back in encouragement. Thank you, my love.
He walked to the restroom.
Valerie was underwater, as she always was right before her display. Then she breached, coming up slowly, head back and water streaming from her blonde hair. Her tits rose above the edge of the pool and men sitting along Tina's side gasped.
The woman's back was arched and it looked painful to thrust her tits so far forward. But it sure did make a display. Valerie shook out her hair languidly, flinging water in delicate arcs away from her. Water beaded and ran down her breasts and into the deep cleavage the bikini couldn't hide. She let out a long, open-mouthed sigh.
Tina stood and came to the edge of the pool, a wicked grin on her face. I want to kick those tits. I can see it now: woman kicks tits causing massive explosion. Five city blocks devastated. News at eleven.
Valerie opened her eyes expectantly and then scowled as she saw Tina. "Oh…hello, Tina Rina." Her stressing the first syllable of each name was filled with scorn and disdain.
Tina primly squatted by the edge of the pool. She gave her eyebrows a twitch. She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You know, I thought I'd tell you… When you come up out of the water like that, you can see the wavy stretch-wrinkles through your top from your implants."
Valerie's laugh was dripping with pleasure. "Oh, hoo hoo hoo, these are all natural, baby. Don't you wish you had them?"
Darn, that flopped. "Are you feeling okay, today?"
"What do you mean?"
Tina put on a pained look. "I mean, you look so bloated and crampy; are you in pain?"
Valerie scooped up a handful of water and ran it over her own face, slowly. Then she blew out. The water running over her lips flew out, spattering Tina's face and glasses.
She was startled, and fell over backwards onto her butt.
Valerie laughed derisively. "You look so pathetic. I mean, trying to wear a bikini and all. You should just give up." She pushed off from the edge, her attention elsewhere and Tina decisively dismissed.
Bitch. Cunt. Whore. Fuck you. She got up, fuming.
Gerald had come back from the bathroom. He approached with a frown. "You still have a headache? You look like you're in total pain."
Oh, great! Exactly the line I used on Valerie!
Her husband looked genuinely concerned. He lowered his voice and moved his head a little sideways. "Cramps?"
Agh! She wanted to let the scream out. Instead, she pushed him into the pool with a strangled cry that came out like a gurgle.
He plunged in backwards with a look of surprise and came up laughing. He started to reach for her ankle. "Get over here."
She laughed, still feeling aggravated, but amused at it all. She pranced backwards out of his grasp.
Valerie appeared, coming up from underwater. She winked at Tina. "I see you know what I want. Thank you." She grabbed on to Gerald's arm and pressed a huge tit against it. It ballooned alarmingly and she moved to rub it against his bicep.
Tina's mouth dropped open. She was ready to dive in and rake the woman's tits from her body with her claws.
Gerald, though, was faster. He yanked his arm out of her grasp and kicked off from the side, swimming away from her.
Tina decided not to dive in. "Keep your paws off of him."
Valerie's face lit up with delight. "Or what? You know he prefers a real woman like me." She leaned up a little out of the pool. "He'll be squeezing my breasts in front of everybody before we leave here today."
"How dare—"
"You just watch, little girl." She pushed off from the edge and began swimming after Gerald.
Tina was frozen, feeling appalled and vulnerable. Would he? Did anyone on this side hear the challenge? What do I do? She felt stiff and uncertain. I need to act all cool.
Gerald swam away from Valerie, but she followed.
Tina firmed her mouth. Don't just stand here, act cool. She turned and sat back down.
Valerie chased him around the pool and surprised him at one point, coming up from behind and hopping up onto his back. Her boobs pressed suggestively on either side of his head.
He twisted sideways and tossed her off. She squealed in delight and swam after him again.
People were watching. Even Gloria looked with one eyebrow raised. Connor looked amused.
Tina frowned. Why don't you get out of the pool, dear? This is becoming a spectacle.
But he didn't. Although he wasn't trying to play with the woman, he wasn't getting out, either.
Tina sat up straighter. Unless… She looked but couldn't see. Unless he has an erection and is embarrassed for people to see it.
The realization must have shown in her eyes. Valerie's laughter drifted to her and she could see the woman looking directly at her.
The big-breasted woman swam slowly up behind Gerald in the deep end as he was hanging at the edge. She wrapped him in a hug from behind and laughed playfully. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he didn't move. One of Valerie's hands dipped below the water.
Tina shot up from her lounge. The nerve! She touched my husband, I know it!
Gerald pushed away and swam frantically to the other side of the pool.
Some of the pool people were beginning to be interested only in what was going on. The couple of other people got out of the pool to watch. One older man she didn't recognize got in to swim and chase after Valerie.
Tina, on the verge of violence, took a breath and had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from laughing. The man was swimming directly for Valerie and her boobs. The blonde actually had a look of horror on her face and began to swim away.
An interesting game of swim-chase developed as Valerie tried to corner Gerald while keeping away from the older man.
My husband must have an erection, or he'd be out of the pool. She sighed. Boy, are you going to get a tongue-lashing when we get home, Gerald Rina. How dare you.
But Valerie's laughter drifted to her again and she saw the predatory victory on the woman's face as she mocked Tina.
People weren't looking at her, though, and obviously they thought Valerie was laughing because of the little chase game.
With no one looking at Tina except for Valerie's occasional glances, she walked around the edge of the pool determined to get in a good dig. Watch you? Watch you? How about you watch me? Bitch.
Connor smiled up at her with his brooding eyes and intelligent twinkle. "Looks like they're having fun, huh?"
Tina said nothing. She dropped down across his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Surprise lit his face. "Well, hello…"
"You looked left out over here." She said it loud enough so that those nearby could hear.
He chuckled low. "Why yes, I think I was." His arms were around her and she could feel the strength of his muscles enveloping her.
Tina giggled, overcome with what she had done and feeling daring. "Why should they have all the fun?" She felt his lump of manhood beneath her, against her butt.
The moment didn't last long.
Valerie coughed near them. "Uh, how dare you?"
Tina looked up innocently. "We're just playing and having fun." She purposely wriggled her butt down against Connor's crotch while keeping direct eye-contact with Miss Tits. She noticed people were staring and she smiled sweetly.
Valerie's voice was terse. "Get off."
"Off."
"Okay, okay." She made a point to move very suggestively against him as she maneuvered off. To her delight and Valerie's shame, Connor was tented up and bulging. Tina struck a pose, one arm folded across her and supporting her elbow. One finger tapped her lower lip and then dipped a little to indicate Connor's predicament. She cleared her throat and lifted her eyebrows in satisfaction. Then she spun and walked back around the pool.
She heard Valerie say, "Let's go."
Gerald was out on the other side, gathering up their things. He was not showing any excitement in his shorts. He glanced over at her and over to the other side. Then back to her.
She said, "We're leaving?"
He said nothing, just stood and gently took her arm. He guided her out of the pool and back to their townhouse.
CHAPTER 8
Tina shrugged.
He repeated himself. "Tell me, what were you thinking?"
She looked at her husband. His look was plaintive and pleading. "What was I supposed to do? You let her hang all over you. Why didn't you get out of the pool?"
"What? I wanna know why you sat on his lap."
"Because you didn't get out of the pool. What, were you excited? Had a big boner you couldn't show everyone?"
He paled.
"Ah ha! I thought so." She shook a finger at him. "She told me you'd be rubbing her tits in front of everyone—"
"I didn't touch them." He held up his hands.
"But you got a hard-on?"
"I couldn't help it. You get a woman all over you, that's what it does."
"So you want her tits?"
"Yuck, no!" His response was almost a shout.
"But you got all hard over her."
"Not over her."
"Oh? Then what?"
He sighed heavily. "All of that close contact – not because of her, just that it was a woman."
"Oh really?"
He looked aggravated. "Yes, really. I can't help it. No man can. We can't control what happens down there when a half-naked woman starts rubbing herself all over you."
She sniffed. "Oh? Does that happen with Christine?"
His chin lifted in defiance. "Actually it does."
That stunned her. "It does?"
He nodded.
"You get a hard-on hugging her?"
"Well, not a total hard-on, but I feel it stir."
She dropped down to sit on the bed. "That blows my mind."
"Why should it? It's a natural reaction."
She looked up at him. "Do you…enjoy these 'natural reactions?' "
He blew out a long breath. "Not the one today, no. I couldn't get out of the pool and let everyone see she had an effect on me. What an insult that would've been to you."
Yeah, for sure. She let her shoulders drop. "Probably so."
He sat down next to her. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it until it went away. And when she touched it—"
She felt her eyes blaze. "I thought so. That bitch. That's why I went and sat on Connor's lap."
He peered at her carefully. "So you don't have some kind of crush on Connor?"
Laughter burst from her. "Him? Are you fucking kidding me? He's married to that…thing."
He chuckled. "I wondered…"
"Why, were you jealous?"
"No, it was more of a shock…" But he sounded worried.
"You were jealous."
He shook his head. "No, really, I wasn't. But it was such a surprise that I had to wonder if there was something I should know."
"Know? Like what?"
"Like you were going to elope with him or something."
Laughter came out again, but more derisive than surprised. "Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not. Let's say I took the initiative and grabbed Valerie. Took her down onto my lap and got an erection. What would you think?"
She tilted her head. "That you wanted her and not me."
"Precisely."
"Oh, well, I don't want Connor. I love you; you're my husband."
He leaned back a little. "Then what was all that with Don last night?"
Not this again. "I…guess I misread his signals." It sounded lame.
"Signals?"
"Yeah, he always seems so flirty."
"Him? Are you kidding?"
She felt the blush crawl up her face. "No, I'm not kidding. I guess I misread him."
He went silent, one eyebrow down in thought.
She said, "I'm sorry about last night. Trust me, I won't think that of him again."
He nodded, slowly, still in thought.
"Anyway, I had to do something to get at Valerie; that's why I sat on his lap."
One eyebrow came up. "Looked like you were having fun."
"Yeah, torturing her."
A higher lift to the brow. "Oh, no fun sitting on his lap? You sure looked like you were the way you were teasing him."
She laughed abruptly and short. "Yeah, I guess it was nice seeing I could affect him."
"You gave him an erection."
She giggled. "Yep, I showed her."
"Did it feel nice?"
She shrugged it off. "Well, you know, a bulge is a bulge…"
His mouth was open a little, panting quietly. His look was searching. He leaned close and breathed in her scent near her ear. "Were you like…right on it?"
She leaned back a little. "What do you mean?"
"Were you like…sitting right on it?"
Uncertain as to whether she should tell the truth since the incident had seemed to bother him, she said, "Well, I guess. I wasn't paying attention."
He gave her a dry look and pushed her down onto the bed. "Bullshit."
She tried to laugh, but it came out as a gasp. "Really…I—"
"You're trying to tell me you couldn't feel him firming beneath you?"
"Well—"
His hand reached down her bikini and slid over her clit. "You're telling me you didn't feel his cock through your bikini?"
She gasped and arched her back, his fingers sending salacious shivers up her pussy. "Well, I guess I did…"
"Did he feel all hard?" Fingers slid into her hole and curled up, pressing pleasure deeper into her pussy.
She moaned with anticipation. "Yes…"
He leaned to her ear and whispered, "Were you rubbing your pussy all over his cock?"
Thoughts of the event rushed in on her, causing her to realize she had basically dry-fucked him right in front of everybody. "Was that bad?"
He groaned low and gripped her bikini bottoms. He pulled them down harshly and slid them off.
She panted with excitement at his barely controlled desire.
He slid off his trunks and freed his firming cock. Then he stuffed his fingers back into her. "Did it feel good?"
She hadn't really thought much about it while she was doing it – her mind had been on Valerie and getting revenge. "I guess so…"
He groaned again and removed his hand. He climbed over her, his cock angry and ready.
She drew in a breath and spread her legs.
He thrust in harshly, spearing her open and filling her pussy instantly with tension and pleasure.
She moaned with satisfaction and pulled on him.
"Did his cock feel good under you?" He thrust deep and fast.
"Yes…" She guessed it did, even if she hadn't realized it at the time. "You're not mad at me?"
"No…" He pushed his cock in and out of her, and she could feel him tense and already on the edge. "As long as you're not wanting to trade me for him."
"Never…"
"Then I'm glad you teased him."
"You are?"
"Yes…you got to feel him."
"That's not bad?"
He panted. "You said it felt good."
"Yes…"
He thrust faster, his words coming quicker with gasps. "You said his cock felt good a
gainst your pussy."
Emotions swirled around in her, awakening in her the realization of what she had done. "Yes."
Gerald groaned loudly above her and squeezed his eyes shut. He held it in and began wetting her insides with his orgasm.
~ ~ ~
Tina pondered the weekend as she readied for work on Monday. How is that for a wrench? I try to be a hotwife and I fail. Then I try to get revenge and suddenly I'm a hotwife. She shook her head. I don't think I can do this. How do other women do it?
Gerald kissed her cheek. "See ya later, sexy."
"Love you."
"Love you, too." His eyes were bright and he winked.
She watched him go and finished her coffee. She left after him because her work was closer. She still had another half hour before she had to be in the office. Guess I'll go early and sip coffee.
She grabbed up her purse and checked herself in the mirror. She adjusted her glasses. I really need to get better frames; these sit crooked. She sighed and went out, taking a measured stroll to her car in the covered parking. As she neared the corner of Block E, she noticed Connor looking her way from the parking lot.
She kept going; her lot was the next one.
"Hey…"
She stopped, surprised he would speak to her. "Hi?"
His smile was wide and bright. "Hi…" He stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking like a very, very bad boy. "We should get together sometime…"
"We should?"
"Yeah, you know, we could go to the movies or something…"
"What about Valerie?"
"All of us."
Tina made a face of confusion. "Are you kidding? She hates me."
He appeared stumped for only a second. "Hmm…yeah, maybe she wouldn't go."
"Don't you hate me, too?"
"What?" He looked perturbed.
"Aren't I your wife's big rival?"
He laughed. "Well, it's not really all like that."
She shifted her hips. "You can't honestly tell me she'd sit next to me through a movie—"
He scratched his chin. "Maybe not. She doesn't actually hate you—"
"She sure sounds like it at the pool."
He looked uncomfortable. "It's more like teasing—"
"Pretty mean teasing."
He pursed his lips. "Well, sorry about that. Maybe it wouldn't work out."
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