The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 45
Wanda's Tales -- Part 4
After working long hours all week at the store, Wanda finally could enjoy an entire day without having to worry about work. It came none too soon, as she was beginning to feel the stresses and strains affect her health. She was only in her mid-forties, 46 as it was, and yet there were days when she'd get home and all but collapse into the sofa, or across her bed. It was only her and Frank at home, with their son Luke grown and on his own, yet Frank was of the old school and expected a hearty meal waiting at home each night. It had been one of the stipulations he had insisted on when Wanda had insisted she return to work, after Luke had hit his teens.
It was a wonderfully beautiful mid-July day, and Wanda wanted nothing more than to spend it relaxing in the sun. Although she enjoyed the beach, she wasn't up for the crowds. Besides, she had a new bathing suit she wanted to try on, with an exposed back and narrow front. Her hips and breasts, matronly and well-rounded, were also prominently on display in the reflection in the bedroom mirror. Her dd-cup breasts spilled out from either side of the triangular-shaped material designed to cover them. The valley of her cleavage was long and deep, even exposing her naval. The "V" of the suit's front seemed to point at her pubic mound, itself barely covered. The hips were cut up high, in a French-style, and at the back, most of her buttocks were on display. Except for a triangle at the base of her spine, covering her ass-crack, her broad back was fully exposed to the sun, and the eyes of those nearby.
"Definitely not wearing this to the beach," Wanda sighed. She gathered up a long beach towel and headed for the back yard, where Frank had recently set out a new set of lawn and lounging chairs on the patio and in the yard. She had asked her husband to place one near the tall spruce which dominated the center of the yard, and which would protect her from most of the hottest hours of sun.
It was only 10:45 in the morning, and yet the sky was cloudless and the brilliant sun had the temperatures up into the upper eighties already. Frank had left little more than half an hour ago, bitching as he always did about having to run the A/C in the homes he was showing. Otherwise prospective buyers wouldn't feel inclined to take a leisurely tour. It was hard enough getting them off the beaches and into the houses in the first place, he always griped. As it was, he was heading up to Portland for a Northwest Regional Realtors Association meeting and wouldn't be home until Friday evening, giving her all of two days to enjoy a bit of relaxation on her own.
Wanda relaxed into the new lounger, which had a green-blue-and-orange striped cushion, and reclined it fully. Her sunglasses protected her eyes, but a broad-brimmed hat she had brought along added more protection. She'd wiped on a healthy layer of sunscreen in the house, though she had brought the bottle along, leaving it in the recently trimmed grass beside her chair. Her cell phone and a bottle of cool water she slipped beneath the chair to keep out of the sun as she tanned. Once settled, she let herself relax until all she felt was the sun on her flesh, and all she heard were the birds in the trees.
Wanda's phone chimed beneath her, and she realized that she'd been asleep. Her skin was very warm and with a quick check she found that she had not burned. She had been asleep, but for only about twenty minutes when the phone's muted alarm had gone off, alerting her to an incoming call. It had stopped by the time she retrieved it, and a quick check of the missed calls list found an unknown number. Not worried, Wanda dropped the phone back beneath the lounger, and then rolled onto her belly. She reached up and untied the strap from around her neck and laid her head on her crossed arms. Again, she relaxed under the son's warming rays, now on her back.
"I thought you would be home," a woman's voice aroused Wanda from her latest nap. She found Michelle McGregor standing near-by, having slipped into the back yard through the side gate. Wanda rolled over and propped herself up on an elbow.
"I saw your car in the garage, but when you didn't answer the bell, I thought I'd slip back here and see if I might find you working in the yard. Instead I find you half-naked!"
Wanda had forgotten that she'd released her top and now she sat with her large, dd-cup breasts out in all their glory for her neighbor to take in. "I'm sorry," she muttered as an apology while lifting her top to cover as much of her ample cleavage as she could one-handed.
"Don't worry about it, Wanda! We're all girls here!" Michelle was herself dressed for the sun, in loose white shorts and a white blouse decorated in a false tie-dye pattern in reds, whites, and pinks. It did little to hide the fact that the younger woman was going without a bra that afternoon. Wanda noticed the heavy swing of Michelle's breasts as she dropped into the second lounger.
Despite her neighbor's assurances, Wanda still tied up the top of her suit to cover her breasts, what little they covered. As she did, Michelle said, "I was hoping to catch you home. I've been wanting to talk to you for some time now about some things that have come to my attention."
"Oh? And what would that be?" Wanda asked, even though she thought she could guess."
"Wanda, I want you to know that my sons don't hide much from me," Michelle told her. "We have a very close family, Brian and I, and our sons are very open about their lives with us. Even with Todd in the Army now, he manages to call home and we talk for hours on end, at least once a week."
"That sounds wonderful, Michelle," Wanda said. "I wish Luke and I had had that sort of relationship. It's only just recently gotten better, more than just a grunt in passing. With him out of the house now, we've begun to talk a little more. Strange how that happens."
Michelle was looking at Wanda, as if trying to read into her words what her face was showing. Wanda felt uncomfortable then, recalling what Todd McGregor had told him weeks ago, on the afternoon she submitted to his advances.
Even before Michelle replied, Wanda asked, "You know about Luke and me, don't you? Our affair?"
Michelle smiled and nodded. "I do, as a matter of fact. Todd told me about it, what he had been told by Luke." She gave Wanda a sly smile and then added, "Todd also told me before he left for Korea that he had been with you, as well. That you and he had made love in your bed."
Wanda couldn't deny it, and nodded. "I don't know what I was doing," she sighed. "It was so wrong of me."
"Nonsense!" Michelle laughed. "I know that boy well, and I know he has a thing for older, attractive women. He's told me stories you wouldn't believe, so it wasn't hard for me to believe that he managed to get you into bed. And he's had a crush on you for years, you know. Or maybe it's just those fabulous tits of yours."
Wanda looked down at her chest. Michelle was a beautiful woman, with hints of Asian features from her Hawaiian mother. She had green eyes and brown hair that she wore just at shoulder length. Wanda noticed that she'd had the ends frosted as well. Michelle was a smaller woman than Wanda, maybe only 5'2" to Wanda's 5'6". And when it came to the breasts, Wanda's dd's greatly outdid Michelle's much smaller c-cups. Yet Michelle was a few years younger than Wanda, and in her eyes, Michelle was much more attractive.
"Wanda, I wanted to tell you something else," Michelle said. "I've been with your son, Luke, in the same way."
Stunned, and yet not so surprised, Wanda shook her head. "What are you saying? Have you had sex with Luke?"
Michelle smiled and nodded. "Yes, a few times now, in fact. It just happened. We ran into each other at the super market, and one thing led to another. He invited me to his apartment. We had drinks and talked. When he asked about Todd, I told him some of the stories Todd had told me, and that's when he admitted that he felt the same way about older women. I don't know how, but the next thing I knew we were in his bed making love. I really hadn't planned it at all, it just happened."
Wanda sat silently for a moment, looking at her neighbor, and then admitted, "The same thing happened to me. We hadn't really been talking much up until then. I was surprised when he called and asked me over. Somewhere along the line, Luke kissed me, and I liked it. And then we kissed again. Next thing I knew, we were in bed making love. I don't know how or why. And we haven't stopped. I still visit with him, and sometimes he comes over. I'm ashamed, Michelle, but I don't want to stop, either. He makes me feel so good."
