Best Laid Plans Pt. 02

Knowing that Nancy visited the country club pool rather frequently, the two gals kept dropping by until they spied her one Wednesday afternoon. They agonized over what bathing suits they would wear. Something a bit daring but nothing to freak her out or cause wagging tongues from other members. They chose two-piece suits that covered all their real estate. Nancy wore a conservative malotte.

"Hello, aren't you Nancy Bradley? I'm Sandy Marshall. We met at Grace's luncheon a while back. And this is my closest friend, Jan Carter."

"Hi there, and nice to meet you, Jan. Won't you two join me? My husband's playing golf and I haven't found any real friends yet. We're new in town. Bill, my husband, has just joined the firm of Hadley, Barkley and Clay. He's in stocks and bonds."

"How nice. We know the principals in the firm. Wonderful people," said Sandy, and thought, wonderfully stuffy people.

"Why don't Sandy and I sit on each side of you, so we can get to know each other better."

"Neat. Some people here are a bit standoffish. Not that they aren't all swell folks," she added hastily.

"God, you are so right," said Jan, "we had a bitch of a time getting accepted, when we first joined." At least she didn't blush or go into shock from the language, thought Jan.

"Where's home, Nancy?" asked Sandy.

"Grew up in Sioux Falls. It's kinda small and then I went to Fresno State. Met Bill there and we started going steady. I was a freshman and he was a junior. We married after he graduated and while I finished, he got his master's in finance. This is his first job that pays more than minimum wage. The firm provided us the country club perk or we couldn't afford it. It's really important that he does well. Oh my, I'm jabbering up a storm."

"I like that," said Jan, "some people have such closed mouths and closed minds."

"Oh here comes Arthur. What are you drinking, Nancy?"

"Lemonade."

"You're about empty. How about we treat you to a Tom Collins?"

"Fine, I guess, Bill and I don't drink very much. We haven't been able to afford the costly stuff until now."

"Three Tom Collins, Arthur, and how have you been?"

"Real fine, Miss Sandy. It's a mighty pretty day, too."

"So do you guys have two and a half kids each?" asked Nancy.

"No we're still just practicing. Kids will come later. Jan's on the pill and I have an IUD. My doctor's on my case to have it removed but it's so convenient. When you get all sexed up, it's a turn off to search around for a diaphragm. When I'm ready for screwing, I want to screw. How about you, Nancy?"

"Well, Bill gets pretty anxious sometimes, but I keep the diaphragm handy."

"I meant kids, but it's so great to find someone sophisticated enough to not have sexual hang ups. Jan, Nancy's our kind of girl. Grown up and confident in her sexuality."

"Right on, here come our drinks. We'll toast to it," said Jan.

Nancy seemed taken aback that she had misinterpreted Sandy about the baby bit, but brightened at the compliments.

They talked about clothes, current movies, the broad range of hemlines in high fashion, and the president's bimbo problems. "You know," said Jan, "Guys, especially politicians and top executives, seem to want or need extramarital affairs. Hilary handles Bill's situations with adult acceptance. Do you think you could accept it, Sandy?"

"I think so. As long as it's not a full blown affair that gets serious. What about you, Nancy?"

"Oh my, I don't know, but Bill would never stray."

"Dream on, sugar. The right time, the right place. Men have Vaselined zippers on their flies. A few drinks and a set of hot tits will have their pants around their ankles as quick as a sailor's dick climbs up to the crow's nest and yells 'pussy ho.' All men are sailors under the skin."

"That's graphic. Have your husbands cheated?"

"I would never ask. What we don't know can't harm us."

"I agree," said Sandy. "Bob has a healthy libido, and I'm sure he sometimes gets lonely on business trips. But as long as he comes home to momma, I'm content."

"I don't think I could handle it."

"Well, to each her own, but have you read the statistics? If a wife left every time tomcat husbands stray, the divorce rate would hit ninety percent. I love my life and my husband. His inconsequential piece of tail wouldn't destroy me. This is California."

"I know things are considered looser out here, but where I come from infidelity is a big sin."

"I would say it's only a small to middle-sized sin in these parts, but let's change the subject. As I said before, I don't want to know."

"Nancy, did you say Bill handled investments?"

"Right. He knows his stuff."

"I'm sure. Sandy, weren't our men discussing switching brokers?"

"Maybe. I don't pay much attention to their business yakking."

"I know Bill would be thrilled to at least discuss things with them," Nancy gushed.

"We're having a cookout Sunday afternoon. Why don't you and Bill join us?"

"Super! What can I bring and what should I wear?"

"You just bring yourselves. As to what you wear, it's pretty wide open. Casual of course. Jan and I both try to be a bit sexy for our husbands. We get the feeling that our guys like us to strut our stuff sometimes. Especially if it's just around close friends."

Sandy said, "I think it's a macho thing. They wouldn't admit it, but it's like them saying, 'Look at my wife. Admire her and eat your heart out,' or something like that."

"Gee, I don't think Bill's like that at all."

"Perhaps you're right. But you're so naturally attractive; your sensuality probably can't be hidden. Bill must really be proud of you."

"You're making me blush. But thanks."

"Oh, I should tell you. Jan has a pool and most of us will be swimming. Sunning mostly. When we swim we try not to get our hair wet."

"Do you think the suit I'm wearing is appropriate?"

A long pause ensued before Sandy said; "Sure, but we will be even skimpier than now. Like I said before. Our men don't like prudes."

Nancy latched her lower lip between her teeth. Deep in thought for a few seconds.

"Jan, we need to hop to it. Our dinner reservations are early and we want to dress to the nines."

"Where are you folks going? We don't know many good restaurants."

"Chasen's. It's very nice."

"I'll try to remember it. What time Sunday?"

"Around three, but we won't eat until 7:30 or so. Maybe you should come early if Bill wants to talk business. We'll pave the way for him."

"That's wonderful."

On the way to the car, Sandy asked, "How do you think it went?"

"Pretty good. We gave her a few things to think about. It'll be interesting to see if she buys a new suit and starts to loosen up."

"I hope Bill's not a dud. He's handsome enough but he may be a bore."

"I'd like him to bore me. At least once."

"We're so-o-o bad."

Back at Bill's and Nancy's apartment, Bill came in from work and said, "Nancy, dear, I'm home."

"How was your day?"

"Golf was great, but I must have made forty telephone calls this morning and only got one nibble. I know cold calling is low percentage, but it's still discouraging."

"Have I got a surprise for you. Do you know Stan Marshal and Bob Carter?"

"Yeah. Met 'em playing golf. Why?"

"We're invited to a pool party at their houses on Sunday. They live next door to each other."

"That's nice. How did it happen? I don't know them very well."

"I met their wives at the pool and we talked for quite awhile."

"Like them?"

"I think so. They're very Californian."

"How's that?"

"You know. Yuppie morals. Said if their husbands cheated it was okay if they didn't find out."

"Interesting. What time Sunday?"

"Mid-afternoon, but wait till you hear this! When they found out you're a broker, they said their husbands were discussing changing firms. They want you to discuss it with them."

"Wow. Those guys are loaded. If I land them, the partners will be really impressed."

"Did I do good?"

"You did great."

"Bill, I need to ask you something."

"Sure. Why so serious?"

"Are you proud of me?"

"Of course, silly."

"Jan and Sandy said their husbands like for them to dress, er, kind of sexy. That most men want their wives to be admired by other men. Is that true?"

"Well, yeah, maybe I guess. I hadn't thought about it."

"Getting those accounts is important to us and they said their husbands don't like prudes."

"If they knew how hot you are in bed, that thought wouldn't cross their minds."

"I'm easily turned on. Do you think I'm oversexed?"

"That word isn't a part of male vocabulary."

"I think that's why I dress so conservatively. I don't seek attention and don't want any advances. My bathing suit is blah."

"The partner's wives dress like you do."

"They're a thousand years old."

"Let's wait and see how Jan and Sandy and their friends dress. We don't want to spend more than we absolutely have to."

"Maybe. But I have a gut feeling it would be to our advantage if I fit in."

"They'll love you."

"I'm talking dress-wise. Especially my bathing suit. If I'm an old clod, they may think I don't approve of what they wear and we might get crossed off their list. I know women."

"Okay. But you owe me one."

"One what?"

He whispered in her ear.

"Oh, Bill, you naughty boy. I'm licking my chops."

"Don't stop there."

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Chapter Eleven

Jan and Sandy narrowed the party list to Carol, the flirt, and her husband Tom, Jeannie (Big Boobs) and Frank. "That makes five couples," said Sandy, "with Carol flirting, and Jeannie's tits hanging out, it should give Nancy and Bill something to think about."

"We'll wear our relatively modest bikinis and keep our husbands out of their Speedos this time."

"Aw, I'd like Nancy to spy Stan and Bob's goodies. Perk up her pussy."

"Too soon. She's a small-town girl and needs to be gently led into the wicked ways of the city."

"I guess."

"We'll try to get a few drinks down her pretty throat and loosen her up a bit. Stick with some off color jokes and let her know what's cool around these parts."

"And play it by ear as to how fast we travel. I hope she's a quick learner."

"We knew it wasn't going to be easy."

Nancy began her shopping early Thursday morning and found tiny bathing suits were as expensive as her cover-all. After hitting four stores, she chose a modest green two-piece. The sales lady assured her it would be a striking contrast to her luxurious black hair and blue-green eyes, but still a bit conservative for her youthful body.

Back in her apartment complex, she wet the top and tried it on to make sure her nipples didn't show. The bumps were there, but no outline of her aureoles. A little risqué, she thought, but less so than what Jan and Sandy had on at the club. The bottom presented a small problem. Although not high cut across her groin, a few wispy pubic hairs wanted to peep out. She shaved herself, but never having attempted it before, her triangle didn't even out on each side and she ended up with a small Mohawk strip. She hoped Bill wouldn't mind. He loved to nuzzle her there. One more problem: her midriff was as white as an eggshell.

They lived on the second level of a three-story apartment complex. The buildings were positioned in a U shape with a nice pool in the middle. She felt uncomfortable about going down there. Most of the tenants were older and only the few teenage girls in the buildings wore skimpy suits, and they were in school. A small balcony protruded from each apartment and she had a couple of hours of sun left before the adjacent building shaded the area. Grabbing a towel and her sun tan lotion, she opened the sliding glass door and positioned herself on the chaise lounge.

Feeling secluded, she untied her bra strap and lowered the top from her generous breasts until it reached the upper part of her nipples. She applied enough # 8 sun block to make her glisten like an ear of buttered corn, put on her sunglasses, stretched out, and worried some about the upcoming party. What if she didn't cut it? Sandy's and Jan's friends were wealthy and socially top-drawer. It meant so much to Bill to cultivate friends that had money to invest. When in Rome, she thought, adapt or drown.

After 45 minutes, she applied oil to the small of her back and toasted her backside. With a half-hour of sun left, she turned over again. In the process her bra slipped down from her right breast and after she lifted it back into place, she cocked her sunglasses to the tip of her petite nose and searched hurriedly about with her eyes to be certain no one had seen. But the shadow of a man's head pulled back from a third floor window across the way. Damn, he may have gotten an eyeful!

She kept a lookout toward that window until the afternoon shade crept across her balcony. Back inside, she watched that apartment by peeking around the edge of her curtains. Eventually, the figure of a man walked out on his balcony to look down at the pool area. Young and lean, he stood with his chest bared. She made out the sharp delineation of his well-developed pectoral and abdominal muscles. About her age she decided. Why wasn't he at work? How embarrassing if he'd seen her, but at least he wasn't some dirty old man.

That night she modeled her bathing suit for Bill. He smiled and gave it the thumbs up. She didn't mention the neighbor who spied her. Maybe he hadn't seen her. Bill approved of her haircut. In fact, he took her handiwork for a long test run and blew her to the stars. She wondered what the results might be if she shaved it all off. But she decided it couldn't get any better than she'd had.

On Friday and Saturday she sunned herself some more. She watched surreptitiously through her sunglasses to see if that man reappeared. She could glimpse his silhouette walking by the window a few times, and he did stop to look her way at intervals, but didn't go out on his balcony. She was careful to keep her boobs in her top.

On the day of the party, Nancy wore white shorts, sandals and a blue blouse. It was thin enough to see the outline of her brassiere, but she always bought ones with enough lining to mask her nipples. Bill wore black Bermudas and a white cotton sports shirt. His chest muscles displayed the upper body strength he had achieved while on the wrestling team at Fresno. At six feet, next to Nancy's petite 5' 3", they looked slightly "Mutt and Jeffish". Nancy brought a beach bag to hold their towels and swimsuits.

At twenty till 3 o'clock they parked their dated Toyota Corolla on the street beside the driveways of Stan and Bob. "What great houses," said Bill, "I wonder if we'll ever be able to afford something like this?"

As they walked up the drive, Nancy said, "They've had a head start. I asked around, and Stan is thirty-two. Bob's thirty-one."

"And their wives?"

"Among women, that's a closer guarded secret than missile launch codes, but I guess they're pushing thirty. And sophisticated as Jackie 'O', except in the language department. They sometimes use naughty words."

"I'll bet it's just with women."

"It'll be interesting to see. It doesn't bother me. It's better than posing as saints and making you feel like they're surrogate nuns. Like Joyce Hadley, for instance. I think she'd faint if someone said 'shit.'"

"She's my bosses' wife."

"I'll bet she has cobwebs in her vagina."

"Who knows or cares? If I produce, they'll shower us with praise."

"To heck with praise. Show us the green."

"We're here. Do we knock on the front door or go around back?"

"Knock, I think. We're not that close. Yet!"

When they pressed the button of the doorbell they heard chimes peal softly in the depths of the house. Nancy felt a tingle of nervousness.

Bill did a double take when Jan opened the door. She wore an opened beach robe with a red bikini underneath, which showed wide expanses of silky smooth skin. "Hi guys! You must be Bill. I've seen you around the club, but I didn't realize you were Nancy's husband. Come on in. You're the first ones here and I'm glad." Jan stood aside as they passed and then leaned forward as Bill followed Nancy. His upper left forearm swept across Jan's breasts. "Oops," she said, "I ought to at least let you inside, before closing the door." Her statement was so offhanded and relaxed, that Bill thought nothing of it, but the twinge in his Bermudas did.

"What a lovely home," said Nancy. "It's a dream house."

"We're big on dreaming around here."

Jan introduced Nancy to the guys, and Bill to Sandy. Stan and Bob's faces looked like kids eyeing Christmas packages. Jan decided if they started to drool she'd dock each of them a blowjob.

"How about some refreshments for you two?" Stan asked. "I understand you enjoy a Tom Collins, Nancy. What's your poison, Bill?"

Nancy looked at Bill to see if he approved. He nodded, and she said, "A Tom Collins is fine."

"Beer would be nice," said Bill.

"Michelob, Heineken, Lowenbrau? And we have some British imports."

"A Mick's fine."

"Bill," Bob said, "I hate to bring up business, since you've just arrived, but there may be too much confusion later. Do you mind if we talk?"

Mind? Thought Bill, I'd kill for just twenty minutes. "Sure. No problem. I'll keep it brief."

"No need. We're quite interested. Should we use your study, Stan?"

Bob and Stan sat on the leather couch, while Bill sat across from them in the matching leather swivel chair. "I have no idea of your investment needs or goals," said Bill. "I'll have to know particulars. Everything's confidential of course, and if you'd be more comfortable speaking one on one, we can do that."

"No problem there," said Stan, "Bob and I share everything with each other. Two heads better than one kinda thing. I'll start. We both have 401Ks for our employees and we personally own almost identical stocks and bonds. Sometimes we squabble over what to buy or sell, but overall we've kicked ass."

"You may not need much advice. Sounds like you're quite astute." Inside himself, Bill's heart groaned.

"We're scared at the moment. This market's climbed a lot of stairs and ought to be out of breath."

"Or breadth," said Bob.

They all chuckled, before Bob continued, "We want to hedge our positions or some of them. Our present broker has suggested using Standard and Poor futures, but they have expiration dates. How far out in time should we position the options?"

"There are better vehicles than straight options. Are you familiar with the Spyders and Diamonds on the Amex?"

"Only the crawly and sparkling kinds," said Bob.

"Let me explain."

Forty-five minutes later, the three emerged. Bill tried to mentally tabulate the commissions he would earn, as Bob whispered to Stan, "This guy knows his business and if we botch up the swap scene, we might lose him. Should we call it off?"

Both caught a glimpse of Nancy in her bathing suit outside by the pool. In unison, they said, "Nah-h-h."

Jeannie Big Boobs wore a top that allowed most of her tits to spill out. She held her shoulders back in permanent advertisement. The men gathered around were sold and ready to buy. After her initial surprise, Nancy accepted her gaudy display and decided Jeannie was all show. Actually, she seemed to be a down to earth person with no subtle flirtation, or any hint of coming on personally to the men. Frank, her husband, attended to her every whim and adored her with his eyes.

Nancy was a bit in awe of the bikinis Jan and Sandy wore. Their nipples said, "I'm glad to meet you," every time they got their suits wet. Not everything showed but it took little imagination to make out the size and shape of their entire aureoles. The swell at their crotches showed small hillocks and tiny valleys in between. She glanced down at her own suit and noticed her mons was prominently displayed but her crease couldn't be seen.