This is a story that evolved from the story Encouragement (https://www.literotica.com/s/encouragement-4, 1/26/2025). It's not really a continuation. It's more like a companion story that relates to other, parallel adventures of the same characters. Reading the earlier story is not required to enjoy this one but it might help to understand some of the references. Both stories are entirely fiction.
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We have a swimming pool. The neighbors on either side don't. Eventually that led to the story I'm about to tell you.
Paul and I have been married for over six years. We both have successful, high-income jobs that has allowed us to own a two-story, 3500 square foot home in an arguably upscale neighborhood in a suburb of a mid-sized city. We may be the youngest couple in our community.
The homes aren't very close together but the placement of the homes allows a view of our swimming pool from the second-story windows of the homes on either side of us. The security fence around our rear yard must be between five and six feet high because of the pool. Six feet high is insufficient to provide visual security. Neither Paul nor I are concerned about the possibilities of being watched while we enjoy our pool. At least, not at first.
Initially, we used the pool conservatively. Paul wore mid-thigh bathing trunks and I wore a one-piece bathing suit when we were in the pool. If the neighbors were watching, they could have seen more at the beach.
However, neither of us is ever satisfied with the status quo. Change is in our DNA. In the 1970's we might have been classified as hippies. But it's the 2020's and nobody really cares. Be yourself and be proud of it.
Over time, our bathing suit choices changed. Paul's trunks got shorter and my one-piece suit became a modest bikini. The changes continued until Paul swam in a Speedo and I in a string bikini.
One evening, we were fooling around in the water and I lost my top. Something reflexive in me told me to stay in the deep water. Paul had a different idea. He turned off the pool lights and tossed his Speedo at me. I followed his lead and tossed my string bikini bottom back at him.
Aside from the obvious opportunities, swimming naked was a blast. We had done it with Stephanie and Major before and I don't know why we hadn't done it alone sooner. Skinny dipping became our new normal, even in the daytime. Most mornings, before he left for work, Paul would swim laps. It wasn't a large risk. He generally swam between six and six-thirty in the morning.
I was slightly more careful. I'd wait until after dark but, sometimes, when the day was particularly hot, I'd sneak out after work in a robe and leave it nearby while I cooled off. Like anything else we do often, we became more casual over time and, eventually, didn't give it a thought, including on the weekends.
One Saturday afternoon, I was working around the shrubs and bushes near the fence when I noticed Mrs. Claybourne, our widowed neighbor standing near the fence. I waved to her and she waved back. I walked over to her to be sociable. I learned that her name was Maude. Early in the conversation she mentioned how much she envied our pool. Being neighborly, I told her she was welcome to come around the fence and use the pool whenever she wanted.
"I don't know," Maude said. "You two use the pool a lot. I'm not sure there is a convenient time for me to use it too."
Without thinking, I told her, "That's not a problem I'm sure neither Paul nor I would mind you using the pool with us."
"Even without a bathing suit?" she asked.
Realizing my mistake, I asked, "You've noticed that?"
"I noticed it quite a while ago," Maude admitted.
"Really?" I commented.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this," revealed Maude. "But I set an alarm every morning so I can go upstairs and watch your husband."
I laughed. "I'm not sure he'd be comfortable with knowing that," I told her.
"Oh. He already knows," said Maude. "He's seen me in the window more than once. Recently, he posed for me."
"Damn," I thought. "I need to talk to him." Then I decided to shock her a little. "Then," I said, "I'm sure Paul wouldn't mind if you came over for a closer look."
She responded in kind. "I'll think about it," she told me.
The rest of the conversation was less interesting and, eventually, I returned to my gardening.
I raised the issue with Paul at dinner. "I'm surprised she told you," he said.
"You already know," I challenged him.
"I've known for weeks," Paul admitted. "She's an old lady. I figured it was okay to give her something to fantasize about. No harm. No foul."
"That's your oversized ego talking," I told him. "You get some satisfaction knowing she's watching you and possibly even more. She told me you even pose for her."
"I have," he confessed. "Like I said, no harm, no foul."
"That may come back to haunt you," I prophesized. "Maude may be old but she's not dead."
Maude didn't wait long. Thursday, Paul and I were fooling around in the pool as we usually did in the evening. We were approaching the wet climax of our interactions when we heard the gate in the fence open. Someone was coming into our yard. I took a deep breath to contain my arousal. Paul's arousal wasn't as easily concealed.
The gate closed and someone approached the pool. It was dark and the moon hadn't risen yet, so it was difficult to see who it was. Maude appeared out of the murk of the evening. She walked slowly up to the edge of the pool and dropped the terry robe she was wearing. She was as naked as we were.
She paused for a second and dropped into the pool across from us.
Time stood still. The only sound was from the water exiting from the pool filter as it hit the water. In the second she stood on the pool edge, I saw her breasts. They were large and round, with large nipples and hung down on her chest without losing their fullness. Her pubic hair was unkempt, pointing down to her clitoris and up to her navel. It was gray and thinning but still shouted out to the world that she was still a woman.
Maude walked through the water toward us. We stood, transfixed by her smile and the water running down her chest and off her breasts. The air was electric and Maude was the most erotic being I'd ever seen. I could only imagine what Paul was feeling. I had a strong urge to get out of the way.
Maude walked up to me and kissed me. "Thank you for inviting me to use your pool," she said.
"You're welcome," I said unsure whether it was for the kiss or the gratitude.
She walked over to Paul. "Are you happy to see me?" she asked pushing out her breasts to emphasize them.
I don't know what Paul expected Maude to say but that wasn't it. After a second, he looked directly into her eyes and said, "Seeing you is the highlight of my day."
"My tits are down here," instructed Maude and pushing her chest out further.
"Maude," Paul said. "Your tits want me to touch them. I can wait and so can they. Right now, your eyes are touching me."
Maude laughed. She turned to me. "He's a keeper," she said. "Do you share him?"
"Maude, Paul is his own man. He decides who he shares himself with. He doesn't need my approval or permission but he always consults me."
"I understand," nodded Maude.
She swam laps for about twenty minutes. She climbed up a nearby ladder, moving slowly and gyrating her hips to ensure neither of us would miss her back end, bent over slowly to pick up her robe, displaying her enlarged labia, turned around, paused so we could appreciate the rest of her attributes, put on her robe, tied the belt, waved to us, and walked slowly toward the fence gate and her home.
"Damn," I commented to Paul. "That woman is unbelievable and what was that bullshit line all about."
"What bullshit line?" Paul asked.
"About her tits wanting to be touched and her eyes touching you," I reminded him.
