You remember Pete?’ I searched my memory. ‘Yes, wasn’t he studying to become an Architect?’ ‘He did. A good one I believe. He came home earl... one day and found his wife in bed with another guy. Then there was Caroline, you certainly remember her.’ Diane had an evil grin on her face. Of course I remembered Caroline. At one party things got out of hand, or should I say in hand, and Caroline and I were getting very personal on the floor behind the settee. I had unbuttoned her blouse, lifted her. With blonde highlights streaking through her hair and rose colored sun glasses she can resemble J-Lo at times. My wife looks like the type to have the potential to be wild yet doesnt act on it. Wrong! She returned Saturday afternoon with an evil grin as we headed straight to the bedroom. I wasted little time getting my hand between her thighs to inspect. With her tongue in my mouth I felt my wifes sopping wet pussy. She had just spent the last couple hours with Joe and only moaned as my fingers. Something special." She stood with her hands on her hips, head cocked slightly to one side, wonderful looking in a blue checked shirt and blue jeans."The only special thing I wany is!!!," I said. And to my absolute amazement and horror, I told her what I did want.She blinked. Her smile waned. "Excuse me? Did I just hear you right?" A kiss," I repeated. "A proper kiss, for-real kiss."She shook her head. "What kind of present is that?" The perfect present mum," I said.She was silent a moment.. Why it said that Charlotte didn’t know. The busty blonde lazily paddled her laps around the pool. The few other patrons this Sunday morning did much the same. It seemed no one wanted to do much today. She kicked and sent herself over to the ladder. An attendant greeted her, towel in hand, as she pulled herself out. ‘Towel?’ ‘Thank you.’ Charlotte took the offered towel and started to dry herself. ‘When did that sign show up? I don’t remember it being here last time.’ The attendant, a perky.