3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Shannon

I come home from a supermarket run and find myself itching to do some sunbathing outside near the pool. I never thought I'd like having a pool. There's maintenance, after all. But honestly, there's something about the sun on my skin and the water teasing me that always turns me on a little bit. So, I put away the groceries quickly and changed into my bikini.

Fixing some homemade lemonade in the kitchen helps me relax slightly, and then I bring it with my book and my sunglasses outside. It's beautiful out here, and I spread my towel over the lounge chair to protect my skin. I already put on some sunscreen so that the rays won't be too harsh against my skin. I lay down and give a big sigh of satisfaction. This is the life. I used to feel guilty about doing fun things like this and not having to work until John gave me a talking-to and a spanking that he enjoyed a little bit too much.

Feeling a little slutty I take off my bikini top and put it on the table beside me. Let's see what my husband has to say about there being no tan lines on my shoulders. I try to read some of my book, but the heat, though bearable, is making me drowsy. So I just close my eyes for a moment. I don't know how much time has passed when I hear the scraping of a chair moving.

I open my eyes to find Sean, wide-eyed and speechless, looking down at me.

"Hey, I thought you boys were at work."

Sean clears his throat like something is caught there, and he stutters. "Um, I'm working from home today."

"Oh, okay." I try to locate my book and then realize my breasts are on full display. "Shit! I'm sorry." I hurry and splay the bikini top on my breasts to hide them from sight. "I thought I was alone."

"I can see that. You're a very beautiful woman, Shannon. You shouldn't need to cover up in your own home. Maybe I…"

"Look, Sean, don't overthink it. Stay here until things are more organized at the company, and then find somewhere nice to rent or buy. No rush. I'll be more diligent in finding out whether I'm alone or not if I want to sunbathe nude."

He swallows visibly, and I blush slightly. So it's like that, huh? He liked what he saw. Oh, well.

"I better go." He mumbles.

"You can use John's study to do your work. The wi-fi is perfect in there." I'm trying to sound blasé about the whole thing, but my voice breaks a little. I watch him go back inside and allow myself to stare momentarily. His ass is perfect in those jeans. I'll hate it when he starts wearing suits for the office.

Sean turns to close the patio door and catches me eyeing him. Totally busted.

I put my bikini top back on and take a deep breath. He's not the only one overthinking it.

***

The days pass, and I swear Sean is trying to find me in revealing positions. But is it really him, or am I subconsciously doing it as well? Getting that towel from the hallway closet in just my panties and my hand across my breasts. Washing the car in that t-shirt that went see-through when it got wet. Skinny dipping in my own pool. I swear I checked, and no one was in the house! I'm pretty close to just saying, ‘You know what, Sean? Let me strip for you.' Because that's what it feels like is happening.

Today, he's in the house, so I'm going to be extra careful. I want to spend some time in the hot tub on the patio, but I'll wear something decent for a change. So I set up everything so I can read one of my smutty books and drink some wine. It's 3 pm, not too early in the day, so I don't feel guilty.

I get in, and the water is fan-tas-tic. My husband is a wonderful man, and he has given me every comfort to be had in our house. I pick up my e-reader and continue reading my book. Just a few minutes into it, Sean comes out to the patio. He looks at me for a few seconds, then seems to decide something and comes closer.

"That looks relaxing." He picks up a chair and brings it to the edge of the hot tub so we can talk, I imagine.

"It is. I was just thinking that I'm very blessed to be able to have all these comforts in my home. John is an amazing husband."

"Have you decided what business you're going to start?"

"No. It's in the early stages, and I've got tons of different ideas. Need to do some market research to see what is viable and what is not."

"Seems like you know what you are doing."

"I like to do research and have been learning a lot about starting an online business. It's an exciting process."

The jets of the tub are giving me the best massage, and it's all I can do to keep up with this conversation. Suddenly, a moan comes out of my mouth, and I quickly clamp a hand over it.

"Jets doing their job?" Sean asks with a glint in his eye. He's having fun at my expense. I should get angry but am too relaxed.

"Yup."

"Then I'll leave you to it." He says, getting up and going back inside.

When he's gone, I see he's left his tablet on the chair. He's already gone, so it'll do no good for me to shout. I'll just hand it back to him when I go back inside. But maybe he needs it for work. Damn it, fine. I'll take it to him.

I get out of my little heaven and put on a terrycloth robe, my favorite. I pick up his tablet and go inside the house to search for my husband's best friend. When I get to his room, I knock but don't get an answer. I'll just leave it right inside, so I open up the bedroom door and put the tablet on the desk. It looks like he's in the shower, and the door is slightly ajar.

Don't do it, Shannon. You're invading his privacy. But if I could just take a small peek . I get closer and see him below the cascade of water. He's got an amazing body, but I shouldn't be surprised about that. He's got abs that go on forever, and his ass is perky and perfect. If I could just have a little bite. Hmmm. Then he's speaking, and I freeze like a deer in the headlights.

"Shannon."

Fuck, he knows I'm here. I'm about to apologize when I take a good look at him. He's touching himself, and he just said my name. Warmth pools between my legs, and suddenly, I want more. But I don't want to risk my marriage.

"Shannon, yes, suck me hard."

My heart starts beating a mile a minute. He's right there, wanting me on my knees, sucking his dick. I can hear his moans of pleasure, and I imagine myself going inside there and taking over for him. Slowly, I open my robe and go searching between my legs. I'm already wet and slick for him, and I tease my bundle of nerves. I can see his body through the glass door and how he is steadily pulling on his shaft. It's a thing of beauty.

"I want to fuck you, Shannon, so hard."

He's vocal and dirty, and I love that in a man. I circle my clit with more intensity, and that coil inside me starts to tighten. How did that happen so fast?

"Fuck, yes, Shannon, take my cum! All of it!" His moans go through me like a lightning strike and I'm coming right outside the bathroom door. I manage to swallow my moans of pleasure, but I'm shaken. I've never come that fast or that hard in my life. I hear movement in the bathroom, and I run out of the room as fast as I can, closing the bedroom door softly so he doesn't hear.

Shit, he'll know I was there because of the tablet, but he doesn't need to know I watched him, heard him, and came almost at the same time he did. I go back to my room and get undressed so I can take a cold shower. The guilt is starting to seep in and I need the cascading water to fall all around me, soothing me and making me be at peace again.