I was hot and sweaty but content as I had had a good workout. I enjoyed playing squash with Alan and while I always managed to beat him, the games were close . We had been playing one another over four or five months and we were getting on well. We were stripping off our sweaty squash clothes in our sports club and, while I am not shy, I was very conscious that unusually Alan kept looking at my body. Guys normally avoid obvious staring in the changing room, in my experience, so this was definitely slightly unnerving. I wondered if he was gay but as we were about to shower, he casually suggested that I come and meet his wife and have a drink. I didn't hesitate and said "Yes of course" as I had nothing further to do that evening.
As I showered in my cubicle I wondered how attractive his wife might be and it was then that I realised I was really quite horny as I felt my cock hardening as I washed myself. I hadn't had sex for some weeks as I had been busy with work. I quickly banished erotic thoughts and sensations from my mind and body as I was going to be getting dressed in public again in a moment, but just the Alan passed my cubicle, looked in, smiled as he caught sight of my semi-hard cock and said "She will like that".
I couldn't believe what I just heard and decided to ignore it. Ten minutes later, having avoided a scene in the changing rooms, we were in our cars and heading to his house that was on the edge of the town. It was a pleasant detached house with an extensive garden and, as I learnt later, a swimming pool and jacuzzi in the conservatory. They were clearly comfortably off.
Alan had obviously telephoned ahead as we were met at the door by his wife, Heather. She was very welcoming, warmhearted and attractive - slim and stylishly dressed, I noted. I would definitely like to see her naked, I thought briefly and out of politeness I shook her hand rather than kiss her, but I kept my hold on her hand longer than normal as our eyes engaged one another. I could smell her Chanel and I noticed the fresh pink lipstick. I sensed she liked what she saw as she beamed and conversed animatedly. Before long the three of us were enjoying some gin outside as the sun set on another hot summer's day. I warmed to them both and enjoyed Heather's soft manner and gentle flirting. Their children were grown up and so they had the house to themselves now, they told me before I asked.
Later Alan showed me round the secluded garden, his pride and joy it seemed, as Heather rustled together some supper. As we stood in the conservatory, Alan flicked on the pool lights and I was seriously impressed; it looked so inviting and half-joking I suggested we swim. He ignored my suggestion. But just that moment Heather returned with a tray of food and also excitedly suggested we go for a swim before supper; apparently she had spent the day indoors and would welcome some exercise.
'Skinny dipping to your liking, Davey" she asked with a grin "or are you shy?"
I shook my head, smiling back and the three of us started undressing. Heather was tall, blonde, slim and small breasted, I had noticed the moment I saw her; but I could see her figure was fit and impressive; she must have worked out. Her summer dress fell to the floor and she casually turned her back to me as she stripped off her white bra and panties before carefully stepping into the water. Naked and a tad self-conscious, I walked to the pool and, very aware of her eyes on me, made a graceful swallow dive into the light blue, shimmering water. Alan followed me and when I surfaced I did so near Heather.
"Beautiful dive" she said, then added sotto voce "beautiful body".
"Not as gorgeous as yours" I replied, to her delight.
I was flattered that she had admired me and I told her I blamed Alan's squash for keeping me fit. She laughed and said she was lucky to have two fit men to herself tonight. That got me wondering and I felt a surge of lust watching her naked body in the pool lights. I enjoyed the sensuousness of water flowing over my naked body and enjoyed the excitement of skinny dipping as there was the potential for more sensuousness.
Eventually Heather stepped out of the pool and dried her hair quickly. Her breasts quivered in their firmness and her buttocks clenched as she bent over to pick up her towel. She waved at me and then wagged her hand, summoning me to join her in the jacuzzi beside the pool; all this as Alan continued his manful swimming of lengths in the pool. As Heather stepped into the jacuzzi she turned and looked directly into my eyes; I had been caught again staring at her lithe body, but rather than tick me off she beckoned me again.
We were suddenly seemingly alone, naked and side by side in the hot bubbly water. I took a moment to admire her neck, slim elegant shoulders and her gorgeous upturned breasts, they could be those of an 18-year-old rather than a 45-year-old I thought and told her how youthful she looked. I felt her hand on my thigh and she told me she was so pleased at last to meet me; apparently Alan had mentioned me a number of times after our squash matches. She also asked if Alan had said anything about their relationship. Up to that moment I had just thought they were husband and wife, and said so. She laughed and said "Yes, that's right, but we have a special arrangement; he let's me have the occasional lover".
