The Grass Ain't Always Greener...

"I wanted to talk to you, Christopher, about making something elaborate for the pool. As you know, there's very little shade out there and I wanted to know what it would cost to make it look more like a jungle scene."

"A jungle scene?"

"Help yourself to some lemonade," he said. "Yes, something very plush, lush, and tropical."

I leaned closer to the table not so much to get some lemonade, which I did, but to take a better look at Lola. She had all of her toys spread out all over the bed. I watched her handle them, as if she was deciding which one to choose. Obviously, she was about to masturbate. She was about to give me a sexy show of her playing with herself.

'Oh, my God. How hot is that? I'll be masturbating over this tonight.'

Without doubt, bar none, Lola, especially now that she's naked with her perfect body is the best looking woman I've ever seen. With her flat, toned stomach, her perfect ass, and her long, shapely legs, the only flaw she has is that her tits are too big. She would have looked fantastic if she didn't go any bigger than a full C cup. A C cup on her would have looked more realistic than jumbo, double D's. Maybe her husband is into big tits but I'm not going to hold her big tits against her, that is, unless she promises to hold them against me one day.

'A man can dream, can't he?'

And with my hand around my cock while stroking myself, I dream of Lola every night. Every night I have sex with Lola in my dreams. Every night, I kiss her full lips while touching her beautiful face with my hand. Every night I feel and fondle her naked body where no man should feel another man's wife. Every night I lick her before I fuck her and before she sucks me.

'I love you Lola.'

Then, there's her face. Drop dead gorgeous, absolutely stunning, she's beautiful. There's beauty and then there's real beautiful, Elizabeth Taylor beauty when she's was young before she became puffy from drinking too much, wrinkled from smoking too much, and obese from eating too much.