The warm weather prompted Grace, my lovely wife of 24 years, to don her skimpy yellow bikini to sunbathe by the pool of our time-share condo in Florida.

Because it was a weekday mid-afternoon, she had the pool area to herself. In a way I was sorry. Grace in her late 40s can pass for mid-20s, and I enjoy watching men check her out.

Inside, I was watching a baseball game, occasionally glancing out the sliding glass doors to look at my woman. The ball game was fairly dull, and I dozed off. When I awoke, the game was over but I saw outside that Grace had company. A huge bodybuilder type was kneeling by her chaise rubbing suntan lotion into her back. His hands slid downward, spending significant time on her thong-clad ass, then moving down to her thighs, calves and feet.

Grace’s top was untied, and... Read More