My husband, Wilson, and I rented a luxurious beachfront house for a week of vacation.

Our place was nice, but it was nothing compared to the one next door. That was two stories high, with a hot tub on the second-story deck and a sweeping view of the beach.

The couple staying next door was very friendly and very attractive. The husband, Vic, was in his late forties, tall, and slender. His wife, Winona, was in her mid-thirties and a natural blonde with beautiful eyes and a great figure.

One evening they joined us for a barbecue. After dinner, Wilson and Vic decided to go into town and have a beer and watch a ballgame on the big-screen TV at the tavern. Winona suggested that I come over around sundown and enjoy the view from the hot tub. She winked when she said, “No swimsuits allowed.”