Adultery My Best Friend's Wife by The_Dolphin

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Oops! I'm very sorry..." she stammers and quickly wraps her arms around her bare boobs.

"My pleasure!" I quip. "You did say you were going to pay me with the body. I take it this is the first installment..?"

She blushes. "Wait. I'll go and get my top at the pool." she says and turns towards the pool. Wow! The view from behind is even better! The bikini bottom turns out to be a G-string!

"Can I come with?" I push my luck.

"Er… If you want to." she stammers again, not really knowing what to say. She starts to walk down the steps towards the pool, her arms still folded over her breasts. I follow her sheepishly. My eyes are riveted to the sway of her hips and the movement of those bare sun tanned ass cheeks.

At the pool she bends down and picks up her top. She turns her back to me, holding the top over her boobs.

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" she asks.

"Is this really necessary?" I push my luck again. She does not reply and I take the two strings that are dangling by her sides and tie it into a bow behind her back. My hands tremble slightly as my fingers come into contact with the flesh of her back.

"Thanks." she says as she takes the remaining two strings and ties it in a bow behind her neck. She turns to me.

"So when did you have the boob job?" I ask. I'm talking utter rubbish, of course, but I'm saying it just to provoke her.

"What on earth are you talking about? I never had any boob job!" she hits back.

"Come on! I had a good eyeful when you stormed into the hallway and I know a boob job when I see one!" I persist.

"In that case I don't have to feel bad about what you saw, because it is obvious that there is something wrong with your eyesight. This set is still exactly as Mother Nature made them." she replies.

"That you'll have to prove…" I insist.

"Come on! I'm not blonde! Your feeble story of a boob job is just a hopeless attempt to get me to show you my boobs. I'm certainly not going to fall for that! Next time try to be more original." she says with a smile. Her perfect white teeth form a stunning contrast with her tanned face. "Tell you what. Be a good boy now and I'll go get us something to drinks. What do you say?"

"Now there's a good idea!" I reply. "And while you're busy I'll go and inspect the construction work on the deck. That is after all why I am here."

"You do that." she says and trots up the steps into the house.

I climb up the half finished deck and check out the construction. Everything seems to be up to standard. The view from up there is phenomenal! I look over the valley and at the water hole not too far from the house I can see a few elephant and their calves wallowing in the mud.

I look towards the house and am just in time to see Lara close the front door and lock it. Interesting…

I climb off the deck and take a seat next to the pool. She comes down the steps with the drinks on a tray and a towel over her shoulder. I get up, take the tray from her and place it on the table next to the chairs. She drops the towel and a pair of swimming trunks next to my chair.

"There. It's hot and I'm going to take a dip later. Feel free to put that on if you want to join me." she says and sinks down on a lounge chair with her drink in hand.

It is still early and I realize that Dean will not be home before dark. The front door is locked, so any unwelcome guests can simply be ignored. The pool area is very private and can only be accessed through the house.

"Thanks!" I accept her invitation. I take Dean's swimming trunks and put it on in the dressing room next to the pool. When I return, I find Lara lying on her stomach on a towel at the side of the pool. She is trying to apply suntan lotion to her back, but is not very successful.

"Can I help?" I ask politely and kneel next to her.

"Thanks! You're a doll!" she says and hands me the lotion.

I put a little in my hand. I've always had a thing for the pleasant coconut smell of tanning lotion. I start to rub it into her shoulders. She pulls her short, dark brown hair away from her neck.

"Don't let the lotion get on my top, OK?" she says.

"Well… that's not going to be easy." I reply.

Without further ado she reaches behind her and unties the string of her top. She leans forward and lies with her head on her forearms.

I pour a little oil on her back and spread it all over her back with long, slow strokes. My eyes are riveted on the sides of her breasts that are bulging out under her weight. My hands move in ever increasing circles, closer and closer to those soft bulges. She does not react. Then I let my fingers glide boldly over the soft flesh. Still no reaction. I can feel my erection straining against the swimming trunks.