Best Laid Plans Pt. 02

Sandy and Jan paid Bill a lot of attention. A small touch here and a little rub there. It all seemed to be in fun and Nancy put it down to their natural outgoing personalities. Carol flirted constantly but was eclectic about it. Every man got his dose of attention. Some of her remarks touched on being crude and her double entendres became more blatant with each cocktail she consumed. The other wives accepted her with nonchalance, so Nancy thought why shouldn't she?

Stan and Bob sat on each side of Nancy at the pool's edge, all their feet dangling in the water. She felt intimidated by the two handsome executives and tried to shake off her anxiety, because they represented a strong and powerful influence on Bill's and her future.

"We were quite taken with Bill's knowledge and grasp of our financial situations, and his helpful suggestions," said Stan.

"Bill studies hours upon hours to learn about all aspects of investing and financial planning."

"Not to the extreme of neglecting you, I hope," said Bob. "A young beautiful girl like you should receive lots of attention."

"Oh, no. He saves time for us to be together. Every night he knocks off in time for us to communicate."

"Nothing like verbal intercourse to keep people in touch," Bob said.

"Did you say 'verbal'?" asked Stan, with a chuckle.

"Keep it clean, Stan," said Bob. "We've just met Nancy. She's young and innocent, so we mustn't corrupt her."

Nancy squirmed her bottom around. They're treating me like a kid. Don't they realize I'm a grown woman who can handle myself perfectly well? She smiled coquettishly at Stan and said, "We find time to communicate in every way. Some forms of our enlightenment might curl your hair and your toes."

"Whoa! Well said my pretty lass! Bob, we have a mature woman here. Not a young innocent to corrupt. Thank god, you're no prude. We get enough sanctimonious bullshit every day at work. On weekends, we like to unwind and relax with friends who aren't uptight."

Bob put his arm around Nancy and gave her a little hug. "Please pardon my previous remarks, it sounded like I was talking about a teeny-bopper. You're going to fit right in, and be a real asset without a bunch of hang-ups."

"I've been around some. After all I'm almost twenty-three. My birthday's in a couple of weeks." Nancy didn't pull away from Bob's hug, but Bob let go and stood up.

"Time for fresh drinks," he said. "I'll be right back."

Nancy started to protest but didn't want to lose ground. They didn't consider her a small-town ninny anymore. She would show them a liberal sophisticate who was chic. Why did that thought worry her?

By the time steaks started sizzling on the charcoal grill, the drinks Nancy had downed added a languid sensuality to her pretty face. She felt warm and content with the feeling of acceptance. She could relax with these people.

Potato salad, baked beans and dinner rolls complemented the New York strip steaks as they all sat outside eating around two redwood tables with benches. Nancy ended up sitting between Stan and Bob. The men had put on shirts and she wore a short beach jacket over her bathing suit. Her bare thighs rubbed against those of the two men. The incidental contact seemed natural and she thought nothing about the intimacy. In fact, the casual touching forged a friendly bond.

Haagen-Dazs rum raisin ice cream came as dessert and pony glasses of Bailey's Irish Creme were served as cordials. Nancy hesitated, but the first sip convinced her to finish off the smooth chocolate liqueur and she didn't protest a refill.

Darkness arrived and the pool lights were turned on to flood the water with a dark blue hue, which provided barely enough illumination to see each other. "C'mon you sluggards," said Jan, "Get off your butts. Stan and I challenge the lot of you to a game of war-horse. Let's work off some calories."

"Oh goodie," said Jeannie, "get up Frank. Let's kick ass."

Frank looked less than elated as he hauled his small paunch off the bench and walked toward the pool.

"What's war-horse?" asked Nancy.

"Grab Bill and come on," said Bob, "The guys are the horses. You gals straddle our shoulders and everyone tries to push the others over."

"Oh, yeah, I've played that."

The girls mounted up in the shallow end of the pool and the battle began. Confusion reigned. Jan and Jeannie pulled and pushed at each other while the other three couples became entangled. Stan maneuvered behind Jeannie and Frank, and as Jan shoved Jeannie, Frank lost his balance. As Jeannie tumbled, Jan's fingers caught in her bra and her tits spilled forth as she disappeared under the water. She came up sputtering, "Time out! Time out! My boobs are out!"

The other couples relaxed for a minute while she tried to tuck herself back in, but her bra cups had swung to the side and she couldn't arrange herself. Everyone laughed and pointed. She had to move to the pool steps and climb to sit at poolside before she could untangle her top. She shimmied her naked boobs like a stripper before encasing them. "Have a good look boys, and don't forget to tuck folding money in my suit before I leave. We working girls need our tips."

Frank apologized profusely for letting her fall. "Come sit by me, Frankie, it's okay."

"Time in," yelled Sandy, pushing Carol Akers over before she and Tom were ready. "No fair. No fair. You didn't let us get set." But the three remaining couples had resumed the foray, paying no attention to her pleas.

Stan and Jan went down next and Bob and Sandy were locked in combat with Nancy and Bill. Sandy circled her arms around Nancy and twisted. Both couples weaved and the men fought to keep their feet beneath them but both lost balance and the four tangled bodies went under the water in a heap. Nancy felt a hand cover her left breast and squeeze. It lingered too long to be accidental, but in the confused entanglement she couldn't tell who had felt her. Bob she assumed, but it was no time for false accusations. Others had fondled her before, but that happened before Bill came along. No harm done, she thought. Go with the flow.

"How about another game?" challenged Carol, "but I want a new horse. Tom, you went to sleep in your stall and we lost."

"Okay," said Sandy, "We'll change horses. Nancy, you ride Bob. I'll take Tom and Carol can ride Stan or Frank."

"I'm all tittied out," said Jeannie, "you guys play the next game." Frank looked relieved.

Nancy felt a bit shy about climbing on Bob, since he may have copped the feel, but how could she say no without becoming a drudge? So she wrapped her legs around his neck and experienced a slight thrill as her pussy rubbed against him. As she bounced about on his shoulders in the fighting, she was more conscious of the forbidden sensations than the battle and over they toppled.

Bob wrapped his strong arms about her as he began lifting her from beneath the water and her breast scraped hard against his crotch as up she came. With her head above water, she breathed heavily; knowing it was more from the sensual contact than from the exertion of the game. She flushed and let Bob hold her to him while the others fought on. Her breasts pushed hard against his chest and his leg had insinuated itself between hers. She didn't break contact. It felt too good.

Jan and Tom took the honors, by besting Stan and Carol. They all struggled out of the pool and dried off. "Whew," said Stan, "that's hard work. What's next?"

"Tomorrow's a workday," said Tom, "time to head out, but it's been great."

"Us too," said Jeannie, "but don't forget you owe me for the free show."

"You loved every second of it," said Jan, "your bountiful boobs needed some fresh air."

"Maybe they did, but Nancy and Bill must think I'm terrible."

"Not at all," said Bill, "they're beautiful and accidents do happen."

Frank beamed at hearing Bill's compliment.

After good-byes to the two couples, Stan said, "How about a nightcap after our big battle? I could use one."

Bill looked at Nancy and she said, "We better not, since you have to be up early. Remember, the market opens on New York time."

"How could I forget?"

At the front door, Jan said, "Nancy, we'll call you for lunch or something. And all of us must get together again soon."

"Ditto on that," said Bill; "you give great party! Good night."

They waved at the young folks as they walked down the drive. "What a cute couple," said Sandy.

"Hopefully, a cute corruptible couple," said Stan.

"Amen," said Jan, "I bumped into his crotch during war-horse, accidentally of course, and he's toting a hunk of meat. Not that you two studs aren't. I'm horny. Let's fuck."

The couples held hands as they hurried back to the family room.