Chapter 10 Exact(lies)

Jesse and I were visiting my cousin Edward and his wife Zoe at their home in San Diego. The men had gone off to play golf, though neither one of them claimed to be any good. I was supposed to understand that when they told me their handicaps, but I would simply nod and say, "You're just being modest."

Zoe and I went out back to their pool. Since the men were away, we were topless under our wraps. In the water, her tight, wet, 34C boobs would glisten whenever she dipped under water and she came back up. We didn't swim much, but mostly sat in the lounge chairs chatting and sharing a pitcher of pina colada that she had worked up.

That day out of the blue, she asked, "Ever the faithful wife?" This was after my tryst with her husband, my cousin, and an adventure with a coworker. I figured I could afford to be honest, since women don't ask their friends questions like that unless their own history is a tad bit colorful. Jesse and me had yet to own up to both our dalliances; I told you about that in a previous story.

"Well not exactly," I replied, trying to minimize my transgressions out of some sort of instinct I suppose. "And you, Zoe, ever the faithful wife?" Would she admit she had cheated on my cousin?

"Ha, ha," she laughed coarsely. "Not exactly," she mocked.

"And how many not exactlies have there been?" I was getting curious.

"A few."

"OK? Go on?"

"Well Edward travels so much," she started.

I opined, "Tell me about that problem."

"After work," she paused. "At a bar. A guy from work. We lingered, chatting. I always liked him."

"OK?"

"He put his hand on my leg under the table. It was electric and I didn't brush his hand away. And of course, it slid higher. So I turned to him, 'Maybe we should go somewhere,' and he walked me to the parking lot."

"I see where this is heading."

"Well not much happened in the parking lot. We kissed and his hand got under my skirt and all. But I followed him home and spent the night there. It shocked me how easy it was to fuck another man. ... And now you, my white lily?"

"Guy from work, too. After the Christmas party. Jesse was away. We made out by the rest rooms for a second. He got his wife drunk and came by after she fell asleep. Pretty cheeky don't you think."

"Others?"

"Yeah. Nothing special." Like fucking my own cousin was nothing special?!?! "Pickups."

Redirecting the subject, "A few you said?" She described two or three more encounters. I noticed a wet spot in her bikini bottom and wondered if mine revealed my own reaction.

Suddenly, I heard the gate latch rattle and a dark haired young man, a boy really, clad only in shorts and sandals, came into the enclosure. "It's the pool guy," Zoe offered. I pulled my wrap closed over my otherwise bare breasts and tied the sash tighter. Zoe made no similar move toward modesty.

"Hi Theo, this is Becca, my cousin by marriage."

"Hello, mam, pleased to meet you."

"Me too Theo," such a young boy.

Zoe offered, "You should get to know each other," as she reached under her wrap, clasped her breast, and directed Theo toward me with a nod. We both got the message, but of course, I was shocked. Had she been fooling around with this kid?