Chapter 2: Tom, Englewood

There was mistaking the look of excitement on my wife’s face as she spotted Tom leaving the arrivals building at Sarasota airport. “There he is,” she said, leaning out of the window and waving at him. Tom had flown down from Atlanta to join us for a weekend at our rental in Englewood. We’d met him twice before, the first time at a motel in Marietta, Georgia two years ago and last year when he’d stayed with us for a weekend when we were in Titusville. Both times, he’d given my wife a really sexy time and now we were both looking to his latest weekend with us and more sexy fun with him.

He walked up to the passenger side window and gave my wife a friendly kiss before climbing into the back seat with his overnight bag. “Nice to see you both again,” he said as I pulled away from the kerb. On the way back to Englewood, we filled each other in on what had happened to us since we last met, which for our part wasn’t much, my wife hadn’t been with another man since we’d last seen Tom and I was really looking forward to seeing them having fun together.

There was no rush once we got back to the rental and we spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing on the back yard. Tom, as usual was showering my wife with compliments and I could see that his remarks were turning her on. When we’re in Florida my wife rarely wears underwear so when she pulled the top of the the light sundress she was wearing and opened her legs slightly, exposing her mature breasts and naked pussy it was nothing Tom hadn’t see before but I could see, by the bulge in his shorts, that it was still having the usual effect on him.

When the sun started to go down we called a halt to our sunbathing and went back inside for dinner. Once we’d finished eating Tom and I sat on the couch chatting while my wife went and took a shower. I knew she had something up her sleeve, as a couple of days before we left the UK, she’d had a parcel delivered and she wouldn’t tell me what it contained but when she came back into the lounge, it was well worth the wait. Tom and I both gave a low whistle as my sexy wife posed in the doorway. The delivery had been a short, purple lace nightdress, short enough for us to see the matching panties that completed the outfit.

As we’d met Tom before I knew it was safe to leave him with Hazel so I went outside for a cigarette, leaving to start the fun without me. When five minutes later, I got back, Tom’s shorts and Hazel’s panties were on the floor by the side of the couch and my wife was stroking Tom’s cock through his underpants. I could see they were both enjoying themselves so I left them to it while I went into the bedroom to get my camera. I love taking pictures of our fun, they’ll make fond memories to look back on when we’re older and Tom liked me to send him copies for the same reason.