“You wish.” Marisa took Jack from her husband and
watched John get dressed. John was developing a paunch,
but for the most part, he looked great. He was pretty
trim and fit, still as handsome today as when they’d
met. She removed some rubber gloves and disinfectant
from the bag. “I should clean first.”

“Later honey,” he replied. His wife had developed a
strong nesting instinct during her pregnancy and
insisted on cleaning everything. John kept his shirt
off, grabbed the baby bag, and put some sun screen in
it. Marisa’s fair skin didn’t tan, it burned and she
always used a lot of sunscreen. “Let’s go find Grant.”

The young couple walked down towards the beach. Marisa
carrying the baby. There was a boat out in the water
with an older couple getting in the water to snorkel,
but otherwise Grant and Candace were the only two others
on the narrow little beach. “There they are,” shouted
Grant rising to his feet. His eyes zoomed in on
Marissa’s breasts and widened in amazement. Candace
noticed the improvements to Marisa’s figure too and her
eyes narrowed in jealousy. John had just seen his wife
naked and was turning his appreciative gaze on his
friend’s wife.

Candace did look like a Victoria’s secret model and she
actually did model bikinis and lingerie though the
company she worked for wasn’t as prestigious, but
neither was it sleazy in any way. Candace had an
absolutely stunning face and was the best looking woman
any of them had met in person. Her eyes were a bright
blue and her wavy blonde hair fell down her back between
her shoulder blades.

She was curvy, but thin, almost too thin, but that was
what modeling agencies wanted these days. Her breasts
were small B cup mounds, perfect for her figure and like
most models, her skimpy bikini top was tight and pushed
her breasts together creating cleavage. Her bottom was a
thong too and she had no problem showing off her bare
ass. Despite her religiosity, she felt no shame showing
off her sexy body. A silver cross hung from her neck and
sunlight glistened off a diamond stud in her navel.

“Marisa you look fantastic,” said Grant.

Candace wrinkled her face, not liking to hear her
husband compliment another woman, but her features
softened when she saw the baby. “Oh this must be Jack.
Can I hold him?”

“Of course,” said Marisa, passing her baby off to her
friend. Jack smiled happily in Candace’s arms. “You’re a
natural. So when are you two going to have a little one
of your own?”

“Not ready to risk my figure yet with my career going so
well,” said Candace, looking sadly at the happy baby.
Longing apparent in her eyes. Grant had married younger.
His sexy model wife was only twenty-two, eight years
younger than him. Candace was smart and knew she only
had so many years to capitalize on her looks with a
modeling career and wanted to wait to start a family.
Candace passed the baby back to her.