Pool Time

I knelt beside my wife's lounge chair, carefully painting her nails. I was wearing a lavender bikini bottom with my penis tucked, as usual, which was humiliating enough; at least she didn't make me wear the matching top (she threatened that as punishment for misbehaving). There was a chair next to her, but it was empty as I wasn't allowed to lounge with her, only serve her.

"You're getting better at this," she said watching me apply the polish, "the practice is paying off."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said softly.

I heard the two guys standing a few feet away snicker, watching us.

She looked over at them smiled. "Boys," she said, though they were clearly men, not boys.

"Who's that?" one of them asked, walking over. 

My wife smiled at him. "My husband," she said.

"Oh," he said, obviously surprised. 

She chuckled. "You don't look like the type to let woman's sissy husband to scare you away, am I wrong?"

I didn't look at him but it was obvious he glanced at me, sized me up. "Normally I don't hit on a married woman when her husband's around," he said. 

"That's good dear, now my toes, please."

"Yes, Ma'am," I mumbled.

She looked over at the guy. "Normally that's probably a good policy if you're looking to avoid trouble. But does he look like the troubling type?"

He laughed. "Not really," he said.

"Well why don't you and your friend grab a drink, one for me too, and have a seat."

I saw the guy look back at his friend, smile. "You sure about this?" he asked her.

"Hon," she looked at me, "when you're done with my toes, what are you doing?"

I kept applying polish carefully, afraid of the consequences of making a mistake. "Going back to the room to straighten up," I said.

"Why?"

I swallowed, face red. "In...in case you...in case you meet a guy and want to bring him back to your room."

"Well it looks like a have a prospect or two, so finish up what you're doing and go tidy up."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

She looked back at the first guy. "Still worried about hitting on a married woman when her husband is around?"

"Not at all," he said.

"Hon, where's that tanning oil?"

"In...in the bag, Ma'am," I pointed towards a bag next to her.

"Why don't one of you get those drinks while the other one starts with the tanning oil."

The first guy nodded to the second guy who ran off to get drinks. "Where do you want me to start?" he asked my wife.

"That's up to you," she said, "but if you were asking what will get me turned on the quickest, I'd start with my ass and go from there."