Chapter 1: Spring 2000 - Paul & Terry Hartstein

Paul was still in awe over the new condo in the outskirts of Hartford that he and his lovely wife Terry had just moved into. They had saved up the down payment over a period of about three years and now were realizing the dream of having their own place. It was in a very nice neighborhood; populated with young couples like themselves and the complex they were in had a pool, Jacuzzi, recreation room and tennis courts.

They were still in the unpacking stage and hadn't had a chance to get out and meet anyone yet. They'd been married for just four years, or since the day after he'd graduated from UCONN. Paul was twenty-five and an insurance adjuster. Terry, just twenty-three, was an aspiring songwriter who was positive her next song would be a mega hit and bring them untold riches.

It was June and quite warm. After spending the better part of the morning unpacking they hit a Mc Donald's for a quick lunch and on returning to the condo, decided it might be a good time to check out the pool.

As they put on their suits, Paul couldn't help but watch Terry as she changed. He had always been amazed by the body below her dark blonde hair and cute face. She was very thin but her chest revealed nicely developed breasts which she was now trying to squeeze into the top of her tiny bikini. She looked at him with her big doe-like innocent eyes and asked, "Do you think this is too revealing to go to the pool the first time?"

Paul's thoughts were being controlled by his cock at the moment and he was daydreaming about how the men around the pool would be absolutely drooling over Terry's luscious bod. But he wasn't foolish enough to say anything like that to her because of the fact that he thought Terry terribly self-conscious about her body. He definitely didn't want her to shy away from showing herself off as much as she was about to.

He recalled that it had taken quite awhile for her just to get comfortable around him after they had gotten married. She had been brought up in a strict religious household, and it had taken Paul a long time to convince her that whatever a man and wife did in privacy was perfectly all right as long as they were in agreement about it.

In truth, he was wrong about this. Terry had adjusted to her body and the way others looked at her a long time before, but being a prudent person, had not shared this with Paul. In fact, Terry was already at the point where she would do just about anything they both wanted, short of having other people involved.

Having other people involved happened to be Paul's biggest fantasy. Each time he masturbated -- and he did so daily -- he imagined having two women at the same time. He had, early on, tried to share that fantasy with her, but Terry seemed so turned off by the subject that he dropped it.

What he didn't realize was that Terry being young and naïve, had been stunned by the suggestion, first thinking he no longer desired her and that she lacked something sexually. But after discussing his suggestion with her closest friend Diane, she soon conceded that Diane was correct in saying that all men thought that way; that they were led by their penis's and were quite happy with one woman but liked to imagine having a harem to fulfill their sexual fantasies.

Paul had gotten to feel something of what it was like years before in high school after a basketball game. But it had been he, his best friend, Donny and a girl they'd both known who'd tried it out of curiosity. That experience had fueled his desire to try it with two women at one time; but he'd done his best since marriage to bury the thought.

As he came out of his day dream, he realized Terry was waiting for him to answer her.

"Oh, honey, you look great in that color. You'll be the best looking one there." Terry wriggled her rear at him while glancing over her shoulder and smiling. For kicks, Paul wore a Speedo swimsuit, wanting to show off his endowment to any ladies who might happen by. He was proud of his penis; well most men are, but Paul had a solid seven inches that Terry had grown to worship, touching him constantly in private.

As they donned their robes and sandals and headed out into the warm afternoon sun to the pool, he reflected that they had sex just about every day, and even when Terry had her period she still made a point of blowing him once or twice a day.

He shrugged his shoulders and told himself that he had it pretty good, a great, sexy wife, good job and now this wonderful condo of their own. No more renting, he thought, this is the life, and pulled a lounge chair over to join one already set by the poolside.

It was a beautiful late spring day and the pool was well populated with both swimmers and those seeking to tan themselves. Paul fished into the carrying bag that Terry had brought and found the suntan lotion. Being a gentleman, he applied a generous amount to Terry's back and rubbed it in. He listened for the telltale purr from her indicating he was beginning to arouse her, then stopped and covered his own limbs and when finished, passed the lotion to Terry.

As he rubbed the lotion into his skin he looked around and saw that the others sunning themselves and cavorting in the pool weren't modest at all. One other thing stood out. There were no children in or around the pool. He thought that odd, but did not have any objection to it, thinking: 'More time for the adults to frolic.'

The first thing that registered after noting the lack of children was the fact that several women were showing a lot more of their bodies than Terry was. In fact, four of them wore very small thongs that would have been outlawed at any nearby beach or public pool. It was easy to see why in that they revealed practically all of their backsides with just a string up their crack. Needless to say, Paul was in heaven and stretched out on his lounge chair waiting for the combination of sunny heat and his normal level of desire to inflate his manhood.

Terry looked around and almost did a double take on seeing the nearly nude women around and in the pool. One woman, wearing nothing more than a small strip of white cloth, had caused Terry to stare at her crotch because the lips of her vagina were clearly visible through the wet material. As Terry's eyes rose up to check the remainder of the woman's body she saw the woman's areola and pointed nipples straining for release from their limited confinement.

'Why wear anything?' Terry wondered and looked elsewhere only to see another brunette similarly attired. She glanced down at her own skimpy suit and thought that she had been somewhat finicky in her own selection and was having trouble justifying it to herself. 'I'll have to do some shopping, ' she told herself, 'after all, when in Rome... '

After taking a quick dip in the pool to cool off they both lay back and soaked up the sun's beneficial rays. A few people passed by and said "Hi," but no one really struck up a conversation. After awhile, with sweat gathering in crevices that usually remain sweat free, Paul suggested another dip and Terry was quick to agree.

They hopped in on the side of the pool and just talked while standing in belly-high water. Paul, wearing a pair of very dark sunglasses was enjoying long, lingering looks at the various women. He was rating them on a scale of 1 to 10 and thus far had not found one below an 8 plus. Terry had already dismissed the women, giving them an A for effort and made a mental note to ask one, after becoming acquainted, where they went to get their bikini waxing done. She too, wore dark sunglasses and made use of their hiding her eyes to study the men walking around the pool. She was pleasantly surprised by the number of men wearing bikini style and Speedo swim suits. 'Paul guessed right about pool-side attire, ' she thought. Generally, he wore the boxer trunks, but today of all days he picked that skimpy, oh so racy Speedo thing that gave everyone a good look at her friend. Terry had always referred to his penis as her friend ever since the first time they had lain together. His lovemaking had always left her fulfilled and craving more.

Even now, standing in the pool next to him, she had to restrain herself from reaching out and touching her friend. She noted that her friend was indeed larger than usual for just lounging around outside and it crossed Terry's mind that the barely clad women had a thing or two to do with it.

"Getting a little horny there, are you honey?" She teased and managed to brush her fingers over his erection, well not exactly an erection, but it was getting there, she thought.

"Oh, yeah, maybe," he conceded. "There are a lot of attractive women struttin' their stuff and well," he laughed, "I can't help it. Besides you're not helping any giving it those rubs there."

She laughed and said, "I know. Tell you what, I'm climbing out and getting a little more sun and then I'm headed back. We still have a lot of unpacking to do, hon."

The last was an unspoken request that he join her in the work and Paul smiled at her and nodding, followed her to the ladder and took in her lovely ass as she climbed up and out of the pool.

Terry knew he was watching her rear end. She loved to wiggle it just for him as it always got her friend hard. 'Maybe, ' she thought, 'we won't unpack anything later. Maybe we'll just make love and christen the place. Yeah, that's a great thought and Paul will jump at the chance to make love instead of unpacking.'

It was then that Terry realized someone was looking down the front of her bathing suit as she was leaning forward to pull herself up.

'Oh, God, a peeper, ' she told herself and started to grit her teeth when the man stuck his hand out offering her assistance in climbing out. Terry didn't need any help, but quickly changed her mind for two reasons. The man was simply a superb specimen and he was offering her his assistance. She took his hand and then realized that as he pulled her up he was afforded and even better glimpse of her breasts. 'Probably saw my nipples, ' she thought as she thanked him. And turned to see what Paul's reaction had been to this minor flirtation.

Terry was startled on following Paul's gaze. He was gawking at one of the firmest pair of breasts Terry had ever set eyes upon. They were, in turned out, a couple; and were the first to actually welcome them to the complex.

Terry couldn't help but notice that the man was deeply tanned and wearing the briefest of Speedos that she had seen all day. 'My God, ' she thought, 'does he have a boa constrictor in there?' Her next fleeting thought was, 'It can't possibly be real, can it? Do men actually grow to sizes like that? He must have something stuffed in there, but why?'

By this time the woman was performing introductions. "I'm Barbara and this sun god worshipper here is my husband, Trevor, we're the Farouk's. Not the former royal family by any means though," she laughed.

Trevor picked up the dialogue; his eyes never leaving Terry's body. "We moved in here about a year ago. I think, and I'm sure Barbara agrees with me, that it's just fantastic here."

Both had dark hair and dark eyes, Trevor showing what appeared to be Mediterranean features. He was actually Egyptian, and a distant relative of the former King Farouk. Barbara' parents hailed from Northern Italy. Both were, however, exceedingly handsome. Trevor's short curly hair, moustache and broad hairy chest along with his muscular physique, would make him stand out anywhere. For her part, Barbara had an hour glass figure, with firm muscular legs, and ample-sized breasts. Her skimpy thong-styled suit had already been well studied by both Terry and Paul.

When they extended an invitation for drinks soon after, it was quickly accepted by the young couple without their looking to the other for approval. Since it was already about four in the afternoon, Barbara asked if eight would be all right with them. Terry immediately told her it was perfect; that she could get some unpacking done and still have plenty time to get ready.

"Oh," Barbara said as they were about to part. "Better get something to eat. Normally I'd have invited you over for dinner, but I can't, we're dining with friends in about an hour and... well I hope you understand?"

"Of course we do," Terry said quickly, thinking, 'Paul can run out for some fast food while I unpack. He'll be happy to be out of my way for a while.' Then to Barbara, "The drinks sound wonderful. It's the perfect ending to a perfect day."

And with one last surreptitious glance at Trevor's groin, Terry turned and along with Paul went directly to their condo.

Paul took a quick shower to rid himself of the greasy lotions and came out of the bath to find Terry lying on their bed still wearing her bikini.

As he continued to dry himself, he asked, "Terry, weren't you going to continue with the unpacking?"

She gave him her seductive smile and replied, "Tomorrow's another day. I'm feelin' a little horny and I'm wondering if your friend wants to play?"

He smiled back at her and said, "Your wish is my command, my dear," then joined her on the bed, taking her into his arms and kissing her passionately.

As the kiss ended, Terry said, "They were a beautiful couple weren't they?"

"Uh huh," Paul answered and then lowered the left cup of her bikini top and took the nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it.

Terry moaned with delight and unconsciously opened her thighs. And at the exact moment Paul began to chew on the nipple; something he knew she adored, Terry asked, "Barbara has a great body too, doesn't she?"

Hesitating a moment before releasing the nipple so he could reply, Paul quickly formulated what he thought to be the correct response.

"Umm, well yeah, of course there wasn't much left to the imagination. I mean, Jesus, you could see her vaginal lips for God's sake!"

"Yesssss," Terry hissed as her hand cupped his balls, for she loved his sacs almost as much as she loved his cock. Each time she fondled them brought a quick, thrill between her legs, a precursor, if you will, to an impending orgasm. For Terry was one of those rare women who climaxed virtually every time she had sexual intercourse; and many times when she didn't but only entertained some extended foreplay.

"And don't forget her nipples, Paul, honey. Geez," she said, for Terry could not bring herself to swear, it wasn't in her nature to do so. "They were so big! I mean look at mine?" Terry yanked her other breast from its supporting cup and presented both her tits for Paul's inspection. Her nipple's now fully erect, were similar to those of a pencil's eraser tip, small and slender as were her areola as well.

"You have fantastic tata's baby," he said trying to avoid what might become a dangerous discussion.

"No, I know you love my tata's baby, but what about hers?"

"Very revealing for one," he offered, then halted.

"And?"

"Maybe a larger size than yours, but in later years that may prove to be a disadvantage, whereas yours will stay firm and supple well into your sixties, or even later." Paul felt reassured that he'd handled that question as diplomatically as possible under the circumstances.

But Terry wasn't finished, although he sensed she was, as her hand was now alternating between fondling his balls and permitting her nails to caress the sides of his semi-hard dick.

"What about her nipples, Paul? They're so much bigger than mine," she finished with a pout on her face.

"Hey size isn't everything," he said once again trying to placate her. But Terry wasn't looking to be placated. She used his comment to bring Trevor's cock -- his wondrous snake-like trunk that had filled his Speedo and inflamed her imagination, into the conversation; and so she pursued the subject, finally bringing out into the open.

"It isn't? Then what about that giant bulge in Trevor's trunks, huh?" She hissed at him and alarming Paul with her intensity then grabbed his cock which had already begun to ache with a need for release.