I looked down at the text message from Debbie on my phone.Pool in an hour?It was Sunday and both Debbie and I were off of work today and Monday. Business was incredibly slow at our new job and our hours were cut as a result. Debbie and I were the ones losing the most shifts and we had discussed finding other jobs together. Her urgency was less than mine as her husband made halfway decent money working at a local golf course and giving golf lessons. I, on the other hand, didn’t have that luxury and had put out some feelers with some of my friends in the industry.I had stopped by Jimmy’s the previous night for some shots and after-work sex and I was still working to shake off the hangover. I placed my half-eaten piece of toast on the plate and sent Debbie a text telling her I’d meet her there around noon.I quickly put on a purple bikini which I felt contrasted nicely with my tanned skin and blond hair. The top revealed quite a bit of boob. I didn’t mind. In fact, I was feeling quite confident about my body, especially my tits. My 36C’s sat nicely in the bikini.I had also recently shaved and my bikini line was nice and smooth to the touch. As I fixed my bikini bottoms, my finger traced along the fabric, slightly arousing my vagina.“Not right now. Maybe after the pool,” I told myself out loud.I filled up a large water bottle with water and vodka and added a slight squeeze of lime and enjoyed a sip on the short walk to the community pool. Debbie was already there, laying in a white bikini. Her breasts looked much bigger than I recalled as did her stomach. By no means was she fat but she certainly didn’t have the firm body of Courtney. She was sipping on a water bottle of her own, no doubt filled with something other than water.I sat in the lounge chair next to Debbie and surveyed the scene. The pool wasn’t Ankara bayan escort crowded. A man who looked to be in his early sixties was sitting across the pool, making no attempt to hide his gaze at Debbie.”Looks like you have an admirer,” I laughed to Debbie.”He’s so creepy. He’s been staring at me since I got here,” Debbie laughed back with a slight slur, seemingly already tipsy.”Probably because your boobs are huge. Or am I just imagining things?””I just started the pill so, yeah, they’ve gotten a little bigger. I’ve been fucking my ex-boyfriend again so I figured I should get on the pill before I end up on some daytime talk show playing ‘Who’s the Daddy?'”I couldn’t believe my ears. Debbie was so nonchalant about her cheating. It wasn’t any of my business and I was definitely going to stay out of that tangled web, but I was shocked nonetheless. For all his frumpiness and averageness, her husband Jay seemed like a decent guy. Jay definitely ‘married up’ and I could now see why he was insecure. I had dismissed his concerns about her cheating the night of Moonfest but now I saw how wrong I was.”Say that again?” I asked curiously.”I’m fucking my ex. Yes. I’m cheating. He’s better looking than Jay, he’s in better shape than Jay, and he makes more money than Jay. Jay’s a fucking golf pro. He doesn’t make shit for money and I’m tired of having to work long shifts each night. I need a lifestyle that is more casual,” Debbie laughed.”Umm, are you going to tell Jay?””Fuck no! At least not yet. I have to see if this is just a fling for my ex or whether he really wants me back. If it’s real, then I’m out of here.””Wow. And the sex?””He fucks me like a whore and I love it,” Debbie cackled drunkenly. “Jay is so boring and predictable. He wants to make love. I want to be fucked.”Despite her bluntness, Escort bayan Ankara I could sympathize with that. There was nothing worse than getting hot and heavy and then having a man slowly fuck me while passionately kissing me. Sex was so much hotter when I was conquered and taken. When the hard thrusting made me sore the next day. When I didn’t know whether a hand was going to caress my cheek, yank my hair, or clench my neck.”And here I thought that if you were cheating, it was with Clint,” I admitted.”Don’t get me wrong, Clint is hot, but from what I have heard he’s way into anal for my liking. I’m not into butt stuff.”I laughed and returned my focus to my drink, knowing she hit the nail on the head.Debbie and I took a quick dip in the pool to cool off and returned to our lounge chairs to sunbathe once again. I had barely eaten and was already more than a little buzzed from the vodka water I had been drinking.”What’s up sluts?”Debbie and I turned around to find Jay and two of his friends. Their preppy shorts and collared shirts screamed that they just returned from a round of golf.”Hey, babe!” Debbie exaggeratingly said, bounding up and giving Jay an enthusiastic kiss on the lips. Jay’s two friends looked at each other noticing Debbie’s large breasts bouncing up and down as she did. It was impossible not to notice.I admired Debbie’s fakeness. Here she was, traveling monthly to go fuck her ex-boyfriend in Pennsylvania while pretending to be a happy wife. I also couldn’t help but picture Jay having sex – slow and boring strokes while Debbie just lay there fake moaning.”I’m Marco.”The introduction had snapped me out of the disturbing daydream.Marco was a tall, Latin man who definitely had my attention. He was six feet two inches with olive skin and decent muscles.”I’m Pat.”Pat was Jay’s friend Bayan escort Ankara from home who had moved down to West Palm Beach a little over a year ago. He was short. Very short. By my guess, he was five foot two inches, white, and had bushy brown hair that made him look younger than he was.”Hi, I’m Kelly,” I muttered, trying to give them both attention but finding my gaze gravitating to Marco again and again.”How was the round, boys?” Debbie asked.”I won some money,” Jay bragged.”I’m still learning to play, so they took it easy on me,” Pat laughed.”Pat sucks,” Marco jabbed. “The only thing shorter than his drives is his height.”Pat laughed that uncomfortable laugh when someone is offended but not confident enough to say anything back. I knew that feeling well.”We doing Sunday Funday?” Jay asked.”We have already started Sunday Funday,” Debbie responded. “You boys need to catch up.””I have a case of Corona and a bottle of vodka at my place,” I volunteered.”Is Courtney there?” Marco asked. He obviously knew her and now my curiosity was peaked.”No, she went up to Boston with her family for a wedding. She’ll be back Wednesday.””Then Kelly’s place it is!” Debbie shouted as she jumped up and grabbed her things.We walked back to my place and I grabbed beers for the boys and another vodka water for myself. Debbie and I were still in our bikinis – chatting and fixing the drinks in the kitchen while the boys sat on the sofa.”Could someone please shut that door?” I asked.It must have been open for the whole fifteen minutes we were here.I tipsily walked over to the boys and handed them their beers, making sure to lean over just a bit more when giving Marco his. I squeezed myself between Marco and the edge of the sofa, hoping to make my intentions known. We listened to music and talked. We gossiped and flirted and made inappropriate comments. As I was talking to Marco, I could feel him playing footsie with me. His foot was sliding slowly and seductively across my foot. As I looked down to play footsie back, I noticed it wasn’t Marco’s foot.”SNAKE!!!” I yelled.