It's a Friday night, I'm driving home from work dreading the upcoming weekend. I won't see Caleb, my son, his mom's got him. It's been his first week of school, I can't help but wonder what he'll be doing. I know he's got a cross country meet tomorrow, maybe I'll drive the hour up and watch him even if I do get shit about it from Elissa.
She moved out to live with her parents right after school ended in June. She told me when she left it's just a separation, not a divorce, not yet, but I'm not sure about that. I caught her having an affair last winter, I was pissed as hell but I didn't throw her ass out. I still love her, and if this becomes permanent it'll mean I'll only see my son every other weekend until he gets too busy in high school to want to spend time with his old man.
The weather's beautiful, as late August can be sometimes. The day is warm, mid-80's. I stop for a sandwich and a beer at a dive I go to sometimes, I'm in no mood to cook. When I get off the freeway I roll the window down, it's absolutely gorgeous. I think I'll take a dip in the pool tonight.
My friend, Chris, keeps telling me I ought to start dating. I've known him since just after I got out of college, we play golf together, we've got a 9:12 tee time Sunday. Maybe I'll invite him to come over to my place after with his wife and daughter to have a cookout in the afternoon.
Randi's a nice person, she and Elissa get along pretty well, she told me once she was as shocked as I was when she found out about Elissa's affair. She's good looking, too, I've fantasized about her when I was screwing Elissa, you know, the idea that helps you get hard after a decade or so of marriage. But, of course, nothing ever happened.
When I pull into my driveway about twenty minutes after sunset, I see Randi's car there. Hmmm, maybe they stopped over, they know they can use the pool anytime they want, we have that kind of relationship. I've come home many a night to find Elissa, Randi and Chris in the pool, waiting for me with a pitcher of drinks. And they've been over quite a bit this summer, at least once a week, making sure I'm not going to put my head in the oven. Good, I'll have company tonight. I hope they brought some booze with them, my larder's a little low, I need to make a run to the liquor store.
I figure I'll change into my trunks and then join them, but as I pass through the kitchen and peep into the backyard, I get a little shock. Randi's on the side of the pool, much as she always is, reclining against the rim, doing leg-lifts. But her husband's nowhere in sight. And instead of her usual black one-piece swimming suit, she's wearing nothing but skin. My mind tells me to look away but my eyes won't follow the directions. Her breasts are more perky than I would have expected in a woman her age, the nipples are slightly pointed. Below her belly button I see a thin strip of dark strands contrasting with the blond hair pulled back on her head. And below that I can see the narrow slit between her legs.
I stare at her for maybe twenty seconds. Long enough to know I'm being a creep, not nearly as long as I'd like to watch the movements of her legs as she exercises, the way her boobs bounce with each upheaval of a thigh. I force my eyes to look away, I head into the bedroom and take only a second to put on my trunks. The window in there faces the pool, I turn the light on, this alerts Randi she's got company. I guess I expect she'll wrap herself in a towel or put her suit on, but she simply sinks into the water, letting it cover her nakedness.
I crack the glass door of the kitchen. "Hi!"
"Hello, Ben!" she responds. "Thought I'd come over and take a swim after dinner. Chris is out with friends tonight."
"No problem. You want a drink?"
"Sure. That'd be nice."
"I think I've got some vodka, is that all right?"
"Any tonic?"
"I'll see," I say.
Yes, surprisingly I've got enough vodka for maybe four short drinks, and two bottles of tonic. I mix the ice, alcohol and mixer in plastic cups, of course there's no lime but we'll survive, and I take them out into the yard. By this time, Randi's swimming laps, it's almost too dark to see, but I can make out the blond hair and the whiteness of her ass as she swims away from me. "Come and get it!" I call, putting the cups on the side of the pool and slipping into the water. Randi swims towards me, slouches in the water so her nudity won't be seen, takes a large sip of the drink.
"I hope you don't mind I didn't wear a suit," she suggests. "It was just too nice of a night and I was here all by myself."
"No, of course not." Perhaps my voice is a little high, thinking there's a naked woman just a few feet away. "Did anybody see you?"
"I think maybe a teenager got a look through the fence, I heard something. I didn't mind, it's nothing he hasn't seen on the internet." Her voice is calm and lively. "You and Elissa came out here with nothing on sometimes, didn't you?"
"Long after dark, when we were sure Caleb was asleep sometimes." I remember the times my wife and I made love in the warm water.
"It's dark enough. Why don't you take your trunks off?" Randi urges. She's right, the sky is rapidly dimming, if I stay in the water no one can see. I slip them off and toss them onto the concrete with a loud plopping sound. "Doesn't that feel better? I always wanted to ask you if maybe we could swim nude, the four of us."
"Elissa would split a gut, you know how prissy she can be sometimes." We both laugh at the way my wife would sometimes be so uptight. Randi and I relax, our arms hanging out of the pool. I think I can see her boobies floating on top of the water, I wonder if Randi know's I'm half erect thinking of her.
"I talked to her this week," Randi said, "she seems to be moving on. Can I ask, do you and she ever get together?"
"Every once in awhile. I've suggested a councilor, she says she's thinking about it but I don't think she'd show up. And I think she's still seeing the guy she fucked, the one I caught her with. My guess is it's pretty well over."
"Would you take her back?"
