Michael opened his eyes and could not believe what he saw. Where his wife previously stood was now his wife's friend Heather. A walking definition of all things sex. She had gorgeous long legs and a stunning ass, and long, wavy blonde hair down to the middle of her back.
Michael began, "Oh Sally, you look..." and then Sally turned around. It seemed hard to believe that the swimsuit was originally Heather's, as Sally's new DD's were almost spilling out of it. Sally realized this must have been a swimsuit more intended for private enjoyment.
"My name is Heather." said his wife Sally. "I don't know who Sally is, but I'd prefer if you called me by name if think you've got a chance at getting lucky with me." Sally winked at her husband, knowingly, as she saw the bulge forming in his boxers.
Michael gulped, "Yes... Heather. Forgive me. I was thinking how upset my wife would be if she saw me in here with you."
"Shh..." said Sally as she slowly walked toward Michael. "We don't need to mention her, she's my best friend - I'm sure she'd be okay with this. She's always bragging about you."
Michael began to notice Sally's (Heather's!) nipples pushing through the flimsy bathing suit and a flush forming over her skin.
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