Bruce’s son, Jake.

There, in the middle of the pool, Sarah was riding on the back of Jake, Bruce’s newly adult son. Her curvy legs ran down his chest, and her groin was positioned right behind his head. Her boobs, which were bouncing quite a lot even with her swimsuit, were just above his head. But looking at Sarah’s face, Tom thought this must just be a case of her bimbo mindset not realizing what she was doing. After all, the way he’d been thinking about it with the wish, it wasn’t just dumbness, there was also an element of naivety.

But even if he knew that, no one else did. All they saw was Tom’s wife being far too familiar with the host’s son. From the look in Jake’s eyes, he was thinking something similar. It hurt Tom a little, even thinking about that, but he took a deep breath. Even as a bimbo, she should be able of telling him no. Plus, the kid wasn’t going to ask, right? So it shouldn’t bother him.

The next few hours kind of flew by, as Tom had more than a few beers and talked with Bruce. But, as should be expected, that meant nature called once more, and he had to head inside to the bathroom. But this time, he ran into something interesting. “-ke, like, what are you doing?” It was Sarah’s voice, coming from a room in the same hallway as the bathroom.

Feeling nervous, Tom walked closer to the room in question, doing his best not to be heard. “Come on,” came Jake’s voice. Peaking in, he saw they were in Jake’s bedroom, sitting on his bed, facing each other. Both were still in their swimsuits, and still a little damp. Drips slid down Jake’s well-toned torso, built from years of athletics, while the ones going down Sarah’s body gathered at her breasts and dripped. “Your guy’s a fossil. I know you want something better. I felt how close we were in the pool. Plus, it’s not like he ever has to know.” Tom froze, unable to process what he was hearing. All he could think on was what his wife’s response would be.