Stories from author maxfly

[Brainmetal]

Just One Night...

By maxfly ©

I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew something wasn't right. My wife, Laura, was usually bubbly and happy, but for the life I of me I couldn't remember when I had last heard her laugh. This hadn't been going on very long, but it had been at least a couple of weeks since we had sex, and that seemed to coincide with Laura's change in mood. I asked straight out her what was wrong and I got the fateful, "Oh, nothing!" response. That was when I knew I had to do something.

For a week or two I did more than my share of the household chores. I cooked her favorite meals. I even volunteered to take her shoe shopping. It figures she took me up on that, but it still didn't do anything to get her out of the funk she was in. After another week or so of this I was at wits end. Nothing I did seemed to make her happy and I began to feel frustrated, and not just because we hadn't had sex. But, I figured she was a big girl and she would either tell me what was on her mind or work it out on her own eventually. I continued with the TLC for another week and then last Saturday marked the beginning of what was to be a completely new phase in our lives.

I had just finished cutting and trimming the yard and when I walked into our room to have a shower I found Laura laying face down on the bed. I could tell she wasn't crying, just moping, but still, this was really unusual for her. "What's wrong?" I asked?

"Oh, nothing." A pause. "I don't know! I just feel so... so... blah!"

"Well, I know one thing! We have got to get you to snap out of this. I have never seen you this way! What is going on?"

She didn't answer, but she sighed heavily a couple of times.

"That's it. We are going out. Tonight!" I said. "I am going to take you dancing!"

She looked at me quietly for a second or two and then she gave me a faint smile. "Really?"

"Yeah! Why not! We need to get you out and see if we can't get you out of these doldrums you are in!"

"I'd like that" she said quietly, but then she flashed me one of her smiles and I fell in love with her all over again.

"Good!" I said. "Why don't you go get your hair done and when you get back I will take you out for supper and then we can try and paint the town red!"

Not five minutes later she was backing out of the driveway. I had already seen a bounce in her step I hadn't seen for weeks.

A couple of hours later she walked in with one of those haircuts all women seem to get. I don't know what it is about hair salons, but they have no clue how to actually fix a girls hair. Laura saw the look on my face and smiled. "Don't worry! They gave me a great cut! Just wait until I have a chance to work with it a little myself before you pass judgment, okay?"

What could I say except, "Deal!"

Ninety minutes later I was ready to go, but Laura still hadn't made an appearance. I was busy fixing myself a Caesar when I heard I soft "Uh hum" behind me. I turned around and there stood Laura. She was stunning (even her hair)! She is always attractive to me, but when Laura puts her mind to it she has the ability to put on her face in a way that transforms her into someone I barely recognize. She would not have looked out of place at the red carpet outside of the Oscars. Unfortunately, she was dressed like she had been nominated for best actress.

I mulled over my next few words VERY carefully. "You look beautiful!" I said, quite sincerely. "But..."

"But what?" she asked with just a hint of anger.

"Well... uh..."

"What?" she asked again. Her anger was not quite so thinly disguised this time.

"Well... You look beautiful, but you look like you are going to meet the Queen! I want to take you dancing! You know, to a night club! Thumping music! Sweaty bodies! Maybe some dirty dancing"

She looked at me for what felt like a very long time. "Oh!" was all she said, and without another word she went back upstairs.

I finished the Caesar I had poured and I was halfway through another when I heard her walking down the stairs again. This time not only did she look stunning, I was stunned!

"Wow! Where did you get that outfit?" I asked.

"Like it?" she asked and did a slow pirouette. I did! She had on a black mini-skirt, not too short, but it still showed of half of her thighs, and the stilettos she had on her feet did nothing but compliment the rest of her long, slender legs. But, it was her top that got my attention. From the front it seemed fairly conservative. It was sleeveless, and it came all the way up. The collar was snug around her throat. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra from the way the satin clung to her. It was the back of the blouse that blew me away. The collar was held together by a rhinestone chain that stretched nearly from shoulder to shoulder and the entire back was open all the way down to where you could easily see the curve of her lower back before the blouse finished in a cascade of folds just above the top of her butt. I had never seen anything like it, let alone on my usually conservatively dressed wife. She is not shy by any means and has often gone nude in hot tubs with friends, but rarely had I ever seen her in anything that was as blatantly sexy as what she had on tonight

"It's amazing! When did you buy it? I know it wasn't today."

"Believe it or not I have had this outfit since before we were married. It was one of my favorite outfits when I went out to clubs. I didn't think you would approve. I haven't worn it since I met you."

"You are right there! That shirt would be hard to forget!" I laughed. "But, for tonight I do approve!" So with that I offered my arm to the most beautiful woman I had ever had the privilege of escorting and we laughingly headed toward the car, dinner, and an adventure neither one of us suspected.

Dinner was wonderful, but my favorite part was walking in with Laura. You could literally hear conversation stop as we walked to our table and out of the corner of my eye I saw two women nudge their male companions to get their attention again. One guy even got his arm slapped! Too funny!

We sat in a round booth and throughout dinner we sat close and flirted. A couple of times I tried to slide my hand up her skirt to feel what she was wearing underneath, but both times she playfully slapped my hand and told me that was for later. I did manage to slide my hand into the back of her shirt and around to cup a breast a couple of times, so it was still all good. We kissed a lot. Nothing embarrassing, it was just that with her beautiful face so close to mine it was hard not to steal a kiss and it seemed like we did that every dozen words or so all through dinner.

After some espresso and Sambuca we made our way back onto the street and worked our way over a couple of blocks to "the strip". Along the way Laura got more catcalls and whistles than she had heard in years, and from the look on her face she was very pleased with the attention she was getting. Her mood had definitely improved.

When we got to the club Laura wanted to go to I was disappointed to see a line, and a long one at that. I was about to resign myself to a long wait or suggest we go somewhere else when Laura walked right up to the doorman and whispered into his ear. He smiled, shook his head, and much to the chagrin of the people in line, he opened up the velvet ropes for us and let us in like we were VIPs. Somehow I knew if it had only been me I would have found myself at the back of the bus, but I didn't care and into the throbbing club we went.

"Did you know him?" I asked as we walked.

"No. I just asked him if he was going to make a real woman wait in line with all those girls." she laughed in response.

Once we were inside it was quickly obvious there was no where to sit so we hung out at the bar for a while, ordered a couple of drinks and just took it all in. I hadn't been in a club like this for years and the beautiful people were certainly out in style tonight. I had thought I looked good walking out the door tonight, but compared to these people I was beyond dull. Laura on the other hand was in her element and a number of men and women remarked on her look as they squeezed by us. We danced a couple of times to some fast numbers and while Laura seemed to get into it I could sense a little ambivalence about her as well. Once we had made our way back to the bar and our drinks I asked her about it.

"What's wrong? You were having such a good time earlier?"

She stared at me a long time before she took me by the hand. "C'mon", she said. "We need somewhere quiet to talk. She led me out of the bar and back onto the street. She whispered to the doorman again, kissed him on the cheek, and said "You the best!

We walked about a block without saying a word and then Laura pulled me into a small park and sat me down on a bench. She took my hands in hers and looked at me for a moment or two as if trying to see inside of me.

"Do you remember Jennifer, the girl I went to college with?"

I said that I did, but I was wondering what that had to do with anything. Jennifer was married, had two great kids, and lived on the coast with her husband in an amazing home overlooking the Pacific. When Laura and I first met we partied with them a little, but we hadn't seen them in years. I didn't even think she and Laura communicated any more.

"She and Jack got divorced last year."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Why?"

"Jack cheated on her."

"That is too bad." I sighed. "She was... IS a great gal. Is that what has you so upset? You know I would never..."

"No, that isn't it at all. She called me a month or two ago and we have been talking frequently since."

"Ah!" I thought. The pieces of the puzzle begin to come together. "So what does that have to do with how you have been feeling lately?

"Well..." she said, and the story came out.

It seems Jennifer has been having the time of her life the past year. Having no interest in settling down she has been content to date and just have fun. She has been wined, dined, jetted to Mexico, Vegas, and Hawaii, and from what I gather, she had gotten herself royally fucked on a number of occasions. The Vegas trip in particular was memorable because she had let herself be picked up by a strange guy in a nightclub and the next thing she knew she was getting screwed on his private jet at 35,000 feet. It sounded as though they could have stayed on the jet all weekend for as little of Vegas she saw the next couple of days.

"So you want a divorce?" I asked?

"Heavens no!" she exclaimed. "I love you!"

"Whew!" I thought because that was really where I thought this was going and I could not stand the thought of losing her. "So what do you want? To get laid?"

"No. Not that. It is just... Oh, I don't know! Something is missing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when Jennifer started telling me about all the partying she was doing I began thinking about all the fun and excitement I had when I was single. No strings. No commitments. I could do what I wanted, and 'do' who I wanted, without a moment's thought. I was free!"

"So you do want a divorce?" I asked as a ball began to form in the pit of my stomach.

"No!"

"Laid then?"

She paused for a second. "Maybe!" she said. The ball in my stomach got bigger. "But it is more than that. I want to feel that excitement again."

"When you told me we were going dancing tonight I was so happy" she continued. "And everything was good right up until you and I started dancing."

"What's wrong with the way I dance?" I asked.

"Nothing! It is just... well... you!"

"Me?"

"Yeah! Good old you! The man I have been married to for ten years."

I looked at her not just a little puzzled.

"Look," she said, "it wasn't so much that it was you as much as it wasn't someone else. Anyone else! Someone I didn't know before tonight. I used to dance with all sorts of guys and it was exciting as they tried to get close to me. With you tonight that was missing. It is what has been bugging me these past few weeks. I miss the excitement I used to feel everyday when I woke up not knowing what I was going to do or who I was going to meet. I miss the thrill when a new man touches me intimately for the first time. I miss the excitement I felt when I undressed for them the very first time. I can't help wondering if this is all there is. And if it is, can I live this way for the rest of my life?"

I sat in silence trying to digest everything Laura was saying to me, not quite knowing what to make of it.

"You don't want a divorce? You are sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"So what do you want? I am not going to let you go screw someone. Not today anyway! I would have to do a lot of thinking before I could come to grips with that, if I ever could."

"I know!" Laura sighed. "I wouldn't ask you to. But I need to do something! I don't think I can go on the way I have been. This has been bugging me for a long time and the past few weeks talking with Jennifer has brought it all to the surface."

We sat quietly for a few moments and an idea had begun to form in my mind, I wasn't even sure what I was going to say when I began talking, but my lips started moving anyway. I hoped my brain would catch up!

"Look, I certainly do not want to lose you, nor do I want to go on the way we have been the last month. I don't know why you haven't said anything to me before tonight, but I am glad we got this all out on the table. I think I understand what you are saying to me so I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" Laura asked with more than a little curiosity.

"A proposition." I confirmed. "But, before I tell you what I have in mind I want you to know this will be a one time thing, and you have to agree to everything I ask of you. Deal?"

"I don't know. I have no idea what you have in mind, but at this point I am more than ready to listen. Tell me your proposition."

For the next few minutes I laid out my idea. Most of it came to me on the fly, but the more I talked the more I had her attention. And before long she eagerly agreed to it all. I wish I was as eager as she was, but I knew I wanted her to have this. I would just have to deal with any misgivings I might have.

What I proposed to her was this: For one night she could be single. She could do what ever she wanted, with whoever she wanted, just as long as it stayed in the night club. At the end of the night she left she left with me and no one else. Other than that there were no rules. Whatever she felt comfortable with would be fine with me and I promised I would not judge her, be jealous (Yeah right!), and I would not hold anything she did against her. I assured her I would love her no matter what, and that it was because I loved her that I wanted her to feel whatever it was she thought she needed to feel.

I took her hand and walked her back to the night club. The line up was even longer than before but as we approached the entrance the doorman had the rope already open for us. Laura leaned in to give him another kiss, but instead of a peck on the cheek she took his face in her hands, kissed him fully on the mouth, and briefly stuck her tongue in his mouth before saying thank you. As we walked past him into the club he was grinning at me like a Cheshire cat! I was beginning to realize this was going to be some kind of a ride!

"So what are you going to do?" Laura asked me as we walked back into the club.

"I am going to be a fly on the wall. Just forget I am here. I will keep an eye on you to make sure you are safe, but beyond that you are on your own. Come and find me when you are ready to go home."

"Okay. Are you sure you are okay with this?" she asked sounding hesitant for the first time, which I have to admit made me feel good.

"Absolutely! Go have fun. Just don't turn me down if I come and ask you to dance somewhere along the way."

"You got it!" she said as she squeezed my hand and walked away. She looked back once about ten feet away and I just smiled and shooed her away. From that point on she never looked back, and in more ways than one!

I found a seat at the bar and resigned myself to a long night of people and Laura watching. For a long time nothing unusual happened. I could see Laura talking with all sorts of people, mostly men, and I could tell from her gestures and the smile she wore there was more than a little flirting going on. She danced a little, never with the same guy more than once or twice, but I could see them all hovering around her. She always had a fresh drink in her hand and more than one of the men she was talking to and dancing with had made a point of placing a hand on her bare back. For her part there was a little touchy-feely going on I could see Laura often had her hand on the arm or chest of whatever guy she was talking to. But more than anything else she was smiling and laughing. It had been a long time since I had seen her like this.

After about an hour I saw an opening when Laura had a moment to herself and I quickly walked over and asked her to dance. It almost seemed to surprise her to see me there and she flushed for a second as though she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. As luck would have it a slow song began immediately and I pulled Laura into my arms. "Having fun?" I whispered into her ear.

"Oh yeah!" she replied.

"Are you ready to go home?" asking a question I to which already knew the answer.

"No. Not just yet!" she sighed. "Are you having any fun?"

"Not much, but it has been interesting watching you. You seem to have made a few new friends. Find anyone interesting?"

"A couple of guys seem nice." she said non-committedly.

"Anyone in particular?" I asked.

"Maybe!" she grinned up at me. "Do you mind?"

"No." I lied. "It is what we are here for!"

The song ended just about then and with a subtle squeeze on my bulge she winked at me and said "I will see YOU later!" And with that she made her way back to where her new admirers were waiting.

When I got back to the bar I found a very attractive girl occupying my seat. "Is this your spot?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"It is." I said while reaching around her for my drink while stealing a glance at her very obvious cleavage. "I'm Tim."

"Julia" she replied offering me her hand. "Nice to meet you. Do you come here often?" she asked with a smirk at the age old line.

"To be honest this is the very first time. Quite an interesting crowd. I feel a little like a duck out of water here."

"Don't worry about it. Most of these people are way too concerned about how they look. Almost every guy in here is a flake!"

"Almost every guy?"

"Well, I can think of at least one who doesn't seem to be", she said while twirling a finger on my chest.

We flirted like that for a while and for a while Julia made me forget all about watching Laura. I declined her offer to dance and after a little more meaningless conversation she gave me a polite good-bye kiss on the cheek and wandered off into the club in search of whatever it was she was looking for. "Damn!" I thought as I watched her ass for a moment and wondered what might have happened in another place at another time. "Oh well...!"

Settling back onto my stool I took a long sip at my drink and scanned for Laura. She was not where I had seen her last, nor was she on the dance floor. Slightly concerned, I downed my drink, ordered another, and then I began to slowly walking around to see if I could see her from some other vantage point.

I had almost given up when I saw her bare back in one of the booths toward the far end of the club. I could not see who she was with, nor could I make out what she was doing, but satisfied I knew where she was I found another place to settle in and watch.

Not more than a song or two later she got up and pulled her companion after her onto the dance floor. He was tall, slim, and, I guess, reasonably good looking. He wore an open collared silk shirt and dress pants. They began to dance and it was quickly obvious this guy knew how to move. Laura began to synchronize her movements with his and the whole thing began to take on the feeling of a mating ritual as they slid their bodies against one another. I was so hypnotized by their sensual movements that I didn't even think to feel jealous, but then the music slowed down and Laura's new friend pulled her close. Laura laid her head on his chest and they slowly began to sway with the music.

After a few moments Laura ran her hand up his chest and undid one, then two, of his buttons. I could see her turn her face toward him and kiss his chest. He in turn was sliding both of his hands up and down her bare back and then down over her ass pulling her closer to him. With his face close to her ear I could see him whispering something. She pulled back and looked at him for a second and while she seemed to be thinking she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. After a second or two I saw her shake her head. Then he said something else, and she shook her head once again. I could only imagine what he was asking her, but I didn't have to imagine very hard.

The song ended and they headed back to their booth, only this time they sat down on the other side of the booth and I could see them more clearly. Laura draped on leg over his and put her arms around him. Almost immediately they began kissing deeply and I watched with a growing sense of jealousy as my wife of ten years collapsed with passion into the lap of another man. I am sure it was only minutes but it seemed like hours before they broke their embrace and reach for their drinks. Entwined as they were they continued to talk and kiss and then I saw Laura arch her head back as her lover kissed her neck. I was so entranced by what he was doing to her with his mouth and by her reaction to it that I didn't even notice when he had begun kneading her breasts through her top, but squeezing them he was and it seemed to make her react to him more passionately. Laura took his face in both her hands and kissed even deeper her tongue obviously pushing into his mouth.

It took every ounce of self control I had not to go over there and pull Laura forcibly away, but I had promised her this evening and I was not going to break that promise just yet. She hadn't done anything I hadn't expected her to do, but expecting it and seeing it are two completely different things. While the sight of what she was doing was difficult to take I would be lying if I said I wasn't feeling twinges in my own groin, and those twinges turned into an outright hard-on when I saw Laura's hand disappear under the table into her new friend's lap. I couldn't see what she was doing under the table, but it was obvious from the motion of her arm that she was rubbing the bulge I am sure she found there.

Over the next hour or so they alternated between the booth and the dance floor; although what they were doing on the dance floor barely qualified as dancing. Finally, as a song ended I saw her say something to him. He nodded and headed back to their booth alone. Laura turned and walked directly toward me. Instead of stopping she just said, "Get the car and meet me out front in ten minutes" as she walked past me towards the ladies room.

I downed my drink as fast as I could, paid my tab and made a b-line to where we had parked the car a couple of blocks over back by the restaurant where we had enjoyed dinner. What I am hoping was no more than ten minutes later I was cruising slowly past the people lined up to get into the club, but there was no sign of Laura. There was no where to park and wait, so I had to circle the block. Five minutes later I was back in front of the club, but still no sign of my wife, so I circled again, and then again. This time around I saw her chatting with her new bouncer friend and when she saw me she kissed himon the cheek and waved good bye.

When she climbed into the passenger seat all she said was, "I want to go home. Now!"

"What happened in there?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk right now. Just get me home me. Okay?" And so we traveled in silence. I kept looking over at her but she was just lying back with her eyes closed reliving, I am assuming, the events of the night.

As I pulled into the garage Laura sat back up and then she was up and out of the car and into the house practically before I got the car into park. I followed her inside not really knowing what to expect, but I had a pretty good idea when I found her skirt on the kitchen floor, and her blouse hanging on a chair. Her thong panties I found in the hallway leading to our bedroom. I picked them up and was not surprised by how wet they were. I didn't even need to bring them to my face to smell sex.

When I entered the bedroom she was on her back, naked as the day she was born. Her legs were spread wide and she was rubbing her pussy with both hands. She looked at me wild eyed and begged, "I need to you fuck me!"

Who was I to argue with a request like that one. I hard been hard all night and there was nothing I wanted more than to sink my cock into my wife. I pulled my clothes off as fast I could and knelt between her legs. I could see the moisture glistening on her pussy as it gaped open invitingly. I had only rubbed my cock up and down her slit a couple of times when she growled at me again.

"Fuck me! NOW!!"

With that I sunk myself into her to the balls and she was cumming before I even had a chance to pull back and make another stroke.

"Yes!!!" she groaned. "Yes! Fuck me!" And that I did, maybe as hard as I had ever fucked her before. If not for all the drinks I had at the club I would have had an orgasm in seconds, but I was able to settle into a hard but rhythmic tempo and over the next four or five minutes Laura came hard twice more as I steadily fucked her. With her hips thrusting to meet every thrust of my own she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. "C'mon, Baby! Cum for me!"

That was all it took and I quickly deposited a load deep inside of her.

"Thank you!" she said.

"You are welcome!" I replied. "What happened while I was getting the car?"

"Nothing."

"Thirty minutes is a long time for nothing" I said as I slowly down fucked her with my half hard cock.

"He wanted me to give him a blow job, but I couldn't. Not with you there. So I sent you to get the car. When I got back to the booth he had cock out and he put my hands on it. God! He was so big!"

"So you blew him?" I asked, my cock rising to the occasion once again.

"No. I couldn't. But I jerked him off under the table while I was kissing him. It was so hot!"

My mind was reeling from the images of the evening and even though I hadn't been there for the climax I could see what had happened in my head. She was right, it was hot. I began fucking Laura hard once again even harder than before and in less than a minute I came inside of her for the second time and collapsed on top of her.

"That was amazing!" I said after my heart slowed down a little.

"I can't wait until we do it again the next time!" she whispered breathlessly beneath me.

"Next time? There is going to be a next time?"

"I hope so!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "Will you let me do it again someday?"

I grinned and used her favorite phrase, "Maybe! Do you think you can stay in control the way you did tonight?"

"Maybe! " she said, smiling wickedly. "But, then again...maybe not!!"



Just One Night, The Aftermath

The clock read 6:53 AM when I rolled over, put my arm around Laura, and pulled her close. She wiggled her butt up against me and soon the rhythm of her breathing told me she was asleep once again. I stared at her bare shoulder and the beautiful curve of her neck, but I didn't really see them. My thoughts were filled with images and thoughts about last night. I knew I wouldn't be going back to sleep.

I felt Laura's one night of freedom had been exactly what she needed to get her out of the funk she had been in, but I wondered whether it would be enough, and more importantly, would I be able to handle it if it wasn't. I hadn't really thought past last night when I made my suggestion to her, but now with the sky brightening on the morning after I knew there would be repercussions.

Laura had told me about some of her escapades that happened in the years before we met. Married young and divorced shortly afterwards she had been single for years before she met me. Not wanting anything in the way of a serious relationship Laura's life consisted of a string of dates. She would usually date a guy up to the point he began to get serious and then she would end it and move on. As long as all they wanted to do was get out and have some fun, she was all the girl they could ask for, but the second they even hinted at a relationship, control, or heaven forbid marriage, they were out the door before they knew what had hit them. She never misled them in anyway and she was very upfront with them in terms of what she was looking for, but it seems all of them developed feelings for her at some point and wanted more.

When she wasn't dating Laura was dancing. She loved to dance in those days and she would find herself at one club or another three or four nights a week, usually with one or two of her girlfriends. They couldn't care less if they were asked to dance or not and they would often dance among themselves. Of course, guys would always come up to them and join in, but more often than not they didn't make any headway with any of the girls. I say "more often than not" because in one of Laura's escapades things got a little crazy.

Always shy about the details I can't give you a blow-by-blow account of what happened, but one evening when we were lying in bed talking about sex after sex Laura told me about one night she hooked up with a young Air Force officer who was about to be deployed to Germany . Not only did Laura find him attractive, he also had the added appeal of having "no strings attached". According to Laura, as the night progressed she and her airman gave new meaning to the phrase "dirty dancing". In fact, things got so hot on the dance floor that one of the bouncers told them they had better clean up their act or they would be asked to leave. At that point they were both so aroused that just a few minutes later Laura was being fucked senseless over the hood of a Corvette in a secluded area of the parking lot.

Afterwards, they made their way back into the bar only to discover that Laura's friends had abandoned her while she was outside. Since they were her ride home she found herself more or less at the mercy of the young officer and he ended up screwing her mercilessly in her condo for the rest of the weekend. Her last memory of him was his finger sliding up and down her moist slit as he leaned over her and kissed her goodbye at the crack of dawn. He slipped quietly out the door and she never saw him again. To this day she has no idea what happened to him.

There were other similar incidents; although that was the only time she actually had sex at the bar. The rest followed a typical pattern of meeting someone at a club and going someplace else for sex. She told me it wasn't her habit to indulge in a one night stand, but they had happened a handful of times. Usually she just liked to flirt and dance. Sex was typically limited to whatever guy she happened to be dating. The one night stands occurred when she had been without for a while.

The few times Laura and I talked about this kind of thing while we were having sex told me that it excited her because she always got very wet and she would orgasm quicker and stronger than usual. As such I knew that we had opened Pandora's Box last night and I didn't know what the result was going to be. I did know I was going to find out, and soon, because Laura had rolled over and was looking at me through sleepy eyes.

"Good morning!" I said.

"Mmmmm... Good morning!"

"About last night..."

"Shhhhh..." she said. "Let me get showered and dressed. I know we need to talk, but I need a few minutes to myself to think. Why don't you go make us some coffee and something to eat and we can talk over breakfast."

"Sure. That works!" I replied as I kissed on the forehead.

I climbed out of bed, pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, and then headed off to the kitchen. Just about the time I was plating some eggs and bacon Laura plopped herself down on a chair pulling one leg up under her as she always does. I put a plate in front of her while she was sipping on the cup of coffee I had already poured for her.

"Thank you!" she said.

"You're welcome." I replied as I sat down.

Neither of us said anything for a few moments and both of us were pushing our food around our plates without eating much. There was more than a little tension in the air.

"Thank you." Laura said again quietly.

I knew she wasn't talking about breakfast. "You're welcome. I think."

"Last night was amazing. I haven't felt so alive in years."

"Well, that's ironic because there is part of me that feels dead inside today."

"But you told me I could do it! You were the one who suggested it all. Not me! You must have some idea what was going to happen!" she said accusingly.

"I did," I replied, "but knowing it and seeing it firsthand are two very different things."

"Then why didn't you stop me?"

"I wanted to, but I also knew it was something you needed. I also didn't know if you would stop if I did ask you." I paused for a moment looking at her. The look on her face told me I was right. "This has been bugging you a long time, hasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Would it have gone away on its own?"

"Probably not."

"Then it was something WE needed to do. The only real question is what we do now. You were already talking about doing it again last night. That was never part of the bargain."

"I know, but..."

"But what?"

"It felt so good!"

"What felt so good? The feeling of another man's cock in your hands? The feeling of another man's hands on your body?"

"No! I mean yes, all that felt good, but it was much more than that. I felt free for the first time in years!"

"Free? You aren't exactly my prisoner, you know!"

"Free. Free to react to a situation they way my body and my mind wanted to react, not the way a married woman is 'supposed' to act. It was liberating. It has no reflection on you. I love you. I truly do! This was simply me being me without all the restrictions that being married to you imply. I think it is something I need."

"So you want a divorce?"

"Absolutely not! I love you and I love the life we have built together. But there is part of me that wants something that isn't a part of that life. Last night showed me just how much I miss it."

"Did you ever think that I might miss it, too?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is I used to 'play' a little, too! I may not have had as many wild experiences as you, but I held my own, and I miss the excitement I used to feel when I kissed a girl for the first time, or the feelings I had when I walked into a new bedroom. In fact, there was a girl last night whose wares I would loved to have sampled. I think her name was Julie, and she was very available from the way she was behaving toward me."

"I don't remember any girl."

"That is because you were a little occupied at the time."

"Oh!"

"How would you have felt sitting at the bar watching me kiss her and feel her up a little?"

She paused for a moment while she considered this turn of events. "I'm not sure, but I don't think I would have liked it much."

"Well, now you know how I felt. I think you had better be sure before we go any further because if you are going to head down the path we are talking about then I damn well will be there doing the same as you." With that I got up and headed outside without looking back at her.

Forty minutes later I was pouring gasoline into my mower so I could cut the backyard when I saw Laura's shadow beside me. I turned and looked up at her. The sun was directly behind her so I had to squint and I couldn't really see the look on her face.

"Okay" was all she said.

"Okay what?"

"Okay. You can do it too!"

"What?" I asked as I stood up and glared at her. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I think I am."

"So what are we talking about here? Dancing and flirting? More, like the other night? Do you want to fuck some guy? Do you want me to fuck other women?" I asked incredulously.

"I am not sure, but yeah, I think so."

"You are out of your fucking mind!" I yelled at her. "There is no way that a little 'strange' on the side is going to convince me to let you go out and whore around whenever you feel like it. No way!"

"But we would be doing it together. It would be fair".

"Fair to you maybe, but I don't have a desire to screw another woman, not in any real sense." Besides, I thought, even if I did want to she would be getting laid at every time she went out and I knew my odds were likely more like one in ten. There was nothing fair about the situation.

"But..."

"No!" I headed back into the house and got my keys. I needed to go for a drive. I looked at her and shook my head as I walked out, but not another word was said.

The drive didn't help much, and I drove for along time, but the three beers I had down at The Bull and Finch that afternoon did calm me down a little. I called Laura around 5:00 and told her I would be home for dinner. Laura had the barbecue going when I walked in. We spent a half hour shuffling past each other in the kitchen as I grilled the steaks and she got the salad and potatoes ready. Throughout dinner the tension was palpable, but she didn't say another word to me about our discussion earlier.

For the next few weeks nothing was said but the issue was hanging between us constantly. It was like the elephant in the room no one wanted to talk about. Laura seemed on the verge of broaching the subject with me a couple of times but each time she started the look on my face convinced her otherwise. Our sex life dwindled to almost nothing, and when we did 'do it' it was more for the sake of a physical release than it was making love. Laura's mood deteriorated until it was even worse than it was before the night I had taken her dancing. She was both restless and listless. At times she would walk around the house unable to keep her attention on anything, and I can't begin to tell you how many times I saw her sigh. It wasn't good.

While all this was going on I was really trying to understand how I felt about the situation. I would be lying if I said that I didn't get excited when Laura would tell me about her past exploits when we were having sex. There was something about the thought of her being a sexual creature that excited me. Thinking back on her night of freedom I knew the reality of seeing this sexual creature in action was difficult for me, but now weeks later with the images less fresh in my mind it was less disturbing and more erotic. Yet, even so, I knew that I didn't want to make her 'freedom' a part of our everyday lives. That was a path I simply did not want to travel. I didn't know what to do. All I knew for sure was that I loved her with all my heart and that I did not want to lose her. Then one day, in and amongst all the other spam emails I get, there was the email that seemed to be the answer to our problem. I got a lump in my throat thinking about what doing this would mean, but I thought it was something I could live with if Laura could.

My idea could be summed up in one word, "Hedonism".

For the next couple of weeks I began to research the resorts. The official Hedonism websites held very little meaningful information beyond a glossy brochure, but I found a number of blogs that had very detailed descriptions of a typical day-to-day vacation there. In general, I thought Hedonism sounded like it would be the right kind of place to visit, but to be honest, I wasn't all that comfortable with their whole nude or prude attitude because I really wasn't all that interested in spending the entire vacation nude. I am far from a prude, and I have often been in hot tubs while nude in a group setting, but the idea of just walking around nude all day did nothing for me so I kept looking to see if I could find what I was looking for.

In the end I settled on a less well known all-inclusive resort on the Mayan coast. It was a little less costly than others, but from what I gathered it also attracted a younger party oriented crowd as a result. I made the arrangements and got the trip booked for about six weeks out when we had planned to take a trip to Colorado for some skiing anyway.

That night I told Laura to get dressed up because I was taking her out to dinner. She brightened immediately and I wondered if she thought I was taking her out for another night of dancing and 'freedom'. An hour and forty minutes later and we were walking into La Maison, a very classy continental restaurant a mile or two from where we lived. The maitre d' escorted us to the private table I had reserved earlier. It was a booth located in a more solitary corner of the restaurant. As we passed the other patrons who were dining Laura got more than her fair of interested glances. She had worn a sheer, low cut, blue stain top and I knew she had on her favorite lacy half-bra that left her nipples exposed. They were easy to see because it was a little chilly that evening. Her black skirt, while not short, was slit nicely up one side. Whenever I saw her dressed up like this I realized just how lucky I was to have such a sexy wife, and I doubt there was a man who watched us walk by who didn't think the same thing.

After our waiter took our orders and brought us our wine I offered up a toast. "To new adventures!" I said as we clinked glasses and enjoyed our first sips of the zinfandel I had ordered. It was magnificent!

"And what adventures might those be?" Laura asked me with a smile. "Are WE going dancing tonight?"

"Actually... No. We're not!"

"Oh..." was all she said. I could read the disappointment in her eyes.

"I have a surprise and a proposition for you." Her face brightened just a little and she looked at me quizzically. I took the ticket confirmation I had printed out earlier and handed it to her to read.

"Cancun? Really? That is a nice surprise! But I thought you wanted to go skiing."

"I did. This just seemed more important."

"Thank you!" She smiled. "So, if that was the surprise, what is your proposition?" She let the question dangle there for a moment while she looked at me very intently. I could hear the wheels turning in her head.

"How important is this freedom thing to you?" I asked her. "Truly?"

She paused for a moment. "You know, before you let me taste it again it was just something I missed. But now... " She stopped and chose her next words. "Now it is something I want."

"What happens if I don't agree to let you have it? Would you cheat on me and do it anyway?" I asked.

"I don't know! I have been asking myself the same question the last couple of weeks. I love you very much and I don't want to hurt you, but I am beginning to feel trapped, and you know what happens when an animal gets trapped! Even a gentle animal!"

I did. They get desperate and they do what they need to do to survive. "That's what I thought." I said. "Do you think it is going to be something you need to do all the time, or just once in a while?"

"Well," she said and paused for a moment. "We have been married almost ten years and I have survived so far, so no, I don't think I would need to do it very often. I just want to be me once in a while."

I nodded because I was hoping that was what she was going to say. "Okay. Here is what I have in mind."

In the next half hour or so I told Laura what I had come up with. The premise was simple. "What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun!" While we were there we could both do what we wanted with whomever we wanted as long as everything was out in the open and we were honest with each other. I told her I didn't really want this to be her thing, but our thing. It would be an adventure. Finally, there was one thing I was very clear on. Once we came back home everything must return to normal until the next time, should we both enjoy the experience. Needless to say, she agreed.

Over the next six weeks I often wondered just what I had set myself up for, but the difference in Laura made up for any worries. She was a changed woman. The sex was incredible. She was literally insatiable, all the more so when we would talk about the trip and what might happen, but the biggest change was outside of the bedroom, and the dining room, and the stairway, and the patio! Laura had a spring in her step unlike anything I had ever seen in her before. She was alive like I hadn't seen for years! She always dressed somewhat sexy, but now there was an edge to it. An attitude! Everywhere we went she turned heads now, not because she was the most beautiful woman around, but because she thought she was.

When the day of the trip finally arrived Laura was like a six year old she was very bubbly and excited. The chemistry between us was electric and once we got on the plane we kissed and knoodled all the way to Cancun. We were more like newlyweds than the newlywed couple across the aisle.

As we began our descent it suddenly struck me that it was all about to begin. Laura was about to enjoy the freedom she craved so much. My stomach did a few flip flops as I thought about the things she might do. I turned and looked at Laura intently for a few seconds. She could tell something was going through my mind.

"What?" she asked.

"Let's just take it slow. Okay?"

"Slow?"

"Look," I said. "I know why we are here, and I am buying into it, but this is still something I am struggling with a little. Let's just go slow and see what happens. Okay?"

Laura smiled, squeezed my hand, and kissed my on the cheek. "It will be okay! We are going to have a ball."

"Okay." I agreed a little nervously. I knew at least one of us was going to have a ball. I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be me. And the truth be known, I had no idea what we were in for over the few days. If I had known I wonder if I would have even gotten off the plane.

The rest of our first day was relatively uneventful. We landed in the early afternoon and by the time we cleared customs, collected our luggage, and located the bus to the resort it was only 2:00 o'clock. We had a pleasant surprise when we were told that we were assigned to a limousine instead of the bus by the driver who checked our names on his list. When we climbed into the back of the nearby limo there were already two other couples on board sipping champagne. They told us there was still one other couple we were waiting for, so Laura and I poured ourselves a glass of bubbly and proceeded to introduce ourselves. Forty five minutes and three glasses of champagne later we were all talking like old friends and having a great time. We were almost disappointed when the last couple finally showed up, but when they pulled out a bottle of tequila to share our disappointment was short lived.

During the drive to the resort I was watching Laura just to see what happened. Other than some more overt flirting than she would normally do nothing seemed too much out of the ordinary. Tom, the male half of the last couple to arrive, was obviously quite taken with Laura and he kept her engaged for most of the drive. By the time we pulled into the front gate you might have thought they were a couple, not Laura and I.

As the driver and bellboys were pulling our bags out of the car we all said our good-byes and made the obligatory arrangements to meet for drinks later. When Gayle, Tom's wife leaned in on tip toes I thought she was just going to give me a kiss on the cheek. To my surprise, since we hadn't been any where nearly as absorbed as my wife and her husband had been during the drive, she whispered "I can't wait to fuck you!" into my ear.

As she walked away she turned back to look at me and she laughed. I can only assume it was because of the dumbfounded look I must have had on my face. I looked at her a little differently in that moment and while she was a little shorter and curvier than Laura, my usual type, I thought she might be very interesting to take a tumble with.

"What are you smiling about?" asked Laura?

"Nothing," I replied. "Nothing at all!"

Laura turned to look where I was looking and remarked, "Yeah right! She has a nice ass, doesn't she?"

"Uh huh," I mumbled still befuddled by what had just happened.

A couple of bellboys helped us to our room which was not a room at all but a 'casita'. It was a completely separate from any other buildings and located among a small cluster of other casitas. They had a grass hut look to them, but they were very modern inside. The suite was split into two rooms, a bedroom and a sitting area, and there was a Jacuzzi set into the floor of the latter. Behind it through some French doors was a patio with a string hammock, and beyond that the ocean. Not thirty feet from our patio was a pool bar with bartenders happily making 'ritas for the guests lined up at the bar. I noticed two or three of the women were topless. While I was tipping the bellboys Laura slipped into the bathroom which I was later happy to discover included an open air 'grotto' shower. I took the opportunity to stroll out to the bar to get what was to be the first of many all inclusive drinks, and to get a closer look at the ladies.

Five minutes later I was walking back into the room with drinks in hand when Laura walked out of the bathroom naked as they day she was born. "Put those drinks down and come fuck me!" was all she said as she strolled past me into the bedroom giving my cock a playful squeeze on the way.

I had put the drinks on the bar and walked back to the bedroom. Laura was on her back on the bed with one arm behind her head, her legs spread slightly, and with her left index finger she was rubbing her clit ever so slowly. I quickly undressed and rather than climbing in between her legs immediately I straddled her chest and presented her with my now hardening cock. "I think I need a little encouragement!" I said with a wink.

"Oh you do, do you?" my wife asked with a smile and quickly engulfed my cock with her mouth. Not wanting me to come she didn't suck me hard for very long, but instead began licking and kissing the head and shaft of my cock driving me wild when she would look me in the eye while doing it. She looked so hot when she did that, and she knew I thought so! I leaned back and began to stroke her pussy which was already very, very wet. Laura's clit was swollen, too, so I knew she was already very turned on. When I hooked my finger around her pelvic bone and began to tap on her G-spot it took her only seconds to have her first orgasm of the trip. Her whole body tightened up with the strength of the spasm and all she could do was groan softly around my cock which was still in her mouth albeit forgotten for the moment..

When she had calmed down just a little and relaxed the grip her legs had on my hand Laura looked up at me and with lust in her eyes said, "I need you in me now!" Who was I to argue? I would love to tell you how artfully I brought her to orgasm after orgasm, but the reality is I just fucked her hard and Laura just came and came. Each time it seemed she came harder than the last. If I hadn't held back just a little I would have come in the first thirty seconds, but I managed to hold out for four or five minutes before we orgasmed together.

We laid there together for a few minutes afterwards with me still on top and inside of her. I could feel Laura's pussy flutter lightly as I slowly rocked my hips and pushed my now slowly softening member as deep as I could inside of her. Laura stroked my hair as my head laid on her chest. I held on to her tightly for a while not wanting the moment to end, loving her as much as I had ever loved her, dreading yet intrigued by what I knew was about to begin.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"What do say we get this vacation started then?"

In that moment I was so tempted to say "No! Let's not! Let's just stay here in the room and make love to each other for the next week!" But, I didn't. I didn't say anything. I just got up, pulled her after me into the outdoor shower and spent the next few minutes soaping up the body of the woman I had come to love so much. I knew then that no matter what happened I would be taking her home and treating her better than I ever had before. I truly came to understand just how much I loved her and how much I was willing to give her to keep her happy with me. With her head resting on my chest and the water showering over us I heard her whisper "I love you!"

"I love you, too!" I replied, and then with no regrets I added, "Are you ready?"

She looked up at me with her eyes searching. Seeing me smiling down at her she replied, "Yeah!"

I was dressed and ready to go in about five minutes. That's one of the advantages of being a man. Laura on the other hand wanted to make herself beautiful before she made her first appearance. It didn't make much sense to me since we were only going to the pool bar, but I shrugged and said okay when she told me to go to the bar and that she would be out in a while.

Before long I was working on my second margarita and flirting with two very attractive gals. Karen was a tall curvy blonde who was busting out of what little bikini she was wearing. Her friend Kim, a cute little brunette, didn't even worry about the bikini top. I did my best to maintain eye contact with them both, but the both caught me looking elsewhere and teased me about the fact I must have just arrived! We were laughing like old friends when I saw Laura walk up out of the corner of my eye. She was stunning!

Laura was wearing a one piece bathing suit I had never seen before, nor had I ever seen one like it for that matter. More like a bikini than not, it was cut very high over her hips, cut very low between her breasts, and even though she isn't the bustiest woman on the planet you could see the swell of her breasts on either side of the strips of cloth that went up from her waist to tie behind her neck. She saw me staring open mouthed and did a little pirouette showing me that the suit was cut like a thong in behind. "Wow!" was about all I could manage to say.

"So you like?" Laura asked rhetorically. I just nodded and introduced her to Kim and Karen who immediately complimented Laura on her suit and asked her where she had found it!

"Online, believe it or not! I am just so glad it fit" she said.

Over the next half hour or so we talked with the girls and slowly introduced ourselves to the other people sitting at or swimming around the bar. While we weren't the oldest people there we were far from the youngest and I could see Laura checking out all the hard bodied men who were very obviously checking her out at the same time. While there were a few other couples the majority of the people we met seemed to be there with same sex groups just looking to have a good time. It wasn't long before I found myself sitting at the bar alone watching Laura as she laughed and flirted with most every guy in the place. I could tell she was having a ball lapping up all the attention. Now and then I would engage in light conversation with whoever happened to wander up to the bar, but for the most part I just watched my wife begin to enjoy her freedom.

Laura was always one to make physical contact when she flirted. Every time I looked her way she had a hand on a guy's chest or his arm, and there was more than one arm slipped around her waist as one admirer after another tried to establish a connection with her. As the afternoon wore on her light touches became light embraces when she sidled up against her new friends occasionally brushing her breasts against their arms and sides while they laughed and talked. With one guy in particular she had to have been doing a little dirty dancing under the water because I knew his leg had to be between hers from the way they were standing. As time wore on I thought it was likely he would be getting what he wanted before long, but then Tom and Gayle who we had met in the limo walked up.

I could see Tom scanning the pool as he climbed down the steps into the water, and sure enough, as soon as he saw Laura he called out her name to get her attention. Laura smiled when she saw him then turned back to her friend in the pool and said some thing he must not have liked given the look on his face. Laura put her had on his arm, and said something else. The guy just shrugged nodded and waded back over to his friends a few feet away.

"Another new friend?' I could hear Tom say when Laura swam over to him and Gayle.

"Just someone I met," she replied. "What took you guys so long? I thought you were coming right out to the pool?"

"We were!" Galye interjected. "Except 'someone' lost the keys to our luggage, and we still haven't got our main bag open. They are tracking down a locksmith for us now. We actually just bought these bathing suits in the lobby. But, we are here now!" Turning Gayle saw me for the first time. "Hey, Big Boy! How does a girl get a drink around here?"

"Margarita?" I asked holding up the fresh one I was holding.

"Absolutely!" she replied and came over to join me at the bar. Before long we had completely forgotten about our respective spouses who now with drinks of their own were chatting by the side of the pool twenty feet away."

"I hope I didn't offend you earlier today," Gayle offered.

"No. You just caught me a little off guard that's all."

"Well, with the way Tom and Laura were carrying on in the limo I figured you and I would have plenty of opportunity."

"You did?"

"Yeah! That's why we come down here. Letting Tom sow some wild oats is the only way I can keep him under control the rest of the year."

Unbelievable, I thought, they were here for the same reason Laura and I were here. Curious I asked Gayle about it and it seemed they had started it all a few years ago when she had caught Tom cheating on her when she surprised him on a road trip. She literally walked into a hotel room to find Tom's cock in the mouth of one woman while Tom was eating another. Needless to say she was shocked, hurt, angry, and most every other emotion she had a right to feel at that moment, but without a word she turned on her heel and went back home. By the time Tom got home she had packed up and moved to her mother's with her daughter. Tom, while apologetic, was not remorseful. He told Gayle he had been thinking about leaving her for a while because he found himself wanting to experience more sexual excitement than he thought possible in a married relationship. The cheating, he promised, had only occurred a couple of times recently, and that the threesome had been a one time thing that ended the second Gayle had let the hotel room door slam shut behind her.

Unlike Laura and me, Tom and Gayle had married very early. Tom hadn't sowed many wild oats along the way, and Gayle hadn't sowed any at all in that Tom was her first and only lover at that time. Their sex life, she said, was pretty normal. They did it two or three times a week for the first few years and then that dropped down to once or twice a week. Looking back she said she could see where Tom was always the one suggesting new or interesting things to kick up the excitement level, but other than watching some porn now and then nothing out of the ordinary had interested Gayle. She was quite content, but Tom was looking for more.

The day Gayle planned on serving Tom with divorce papers Tom arrived at the door with plane tickets to Club Med in Jamaica. Gayle's initial reaction was there was no way in Hell she was going on a trip with Tom, but he convinced her that he still loved her. He said that if their marriage was to end so be it, but before they went their separate ways he wanted both of them to take this one last opportunity to be completely sure it was what they wanted. Gayle reluctantly agreed and they went to Jamaica.

As it turned out the trip opened up a completely new avenue of communication between them. On the flight down to Jamaica Tom told Gayle more about his wants and desires than he ever had before and as she listened she began to wonder if there might not be something in this for her. More importantly, as she watched Tom's face as he shared his feelings with her she told me she realized just how much she loved him and she knew she wanted to find a way to make their marriage work. To make a long story short, a day or two after they got to Jamaica Gayle got laid. Then she got laid again!

On the way home Tom's and Gayle's entire world had changed. Before Jamaica sex had been a wedge between them, but the shared experience had brought them closer. Five years and a handful of tropical vacations later and they were still together and happier than ever.

"And he hasn't cheated since?" I asked Gayle.

She winked and replied, "Not that I know of!" Just then Laura's shriek grabbed my attention. Tom had slipped an ice cube or two into the back of her bathing suit bottom and now they were wrestling over who would be the one to reach in and pull them out. They fell into the water in a tangle of arms and legs.

"They certainly seem to be having some fun!" Gayle remarked. "Why don't we go someplace quiet and have a little fun of our own?"

"Well...uh..."

"Look," Gayle said, "Laura is going to get fucked while she is here no matter what you do right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Then why sit around here waiting for her to do it. How are you going to feel sitting here drinking at the bar knowing my husband is screwing her silly in your casita?"

I already knew the answer to that question. "Not good!"

"Exactly!" Gayle said as she stood up. She took me by the hand and pulled me after her. As we walked past Tom and Laura she called out, "We'll see you two later at the barbecue!"

Laura gave me a quizzical look at this turn of events, but I just grinned and shrugged. She laughed and mouthed the words "I love you!"

Like a puppy dog Gayle led me to her room. Unlike Laura and I, Tom and Gayle didn't have a casita, but they did have an amazing room over looking the ocean. The Jacuzzi in the middle of the room was already full and it started bubbling when Gayle turned on the timer. "Bubbly?" Gayle asked me.

"That would be nice!"

"Then climb in. We have some Asti on ice in the bedroom," she said and disappeared into the other room

I slipped off my flip flops, pulled off my t-shirt, and I slid slowly into the water that was just a shade too hot. I had just gotten comfortable when Gayle came out of the bedroom, naked, holding a wine bottle and two glasses.

"You DO NOT have your bathing suit on!" she laughed while looking down at me.

Sheepishly, I reached under the water and slipped my trunks off and threw them into the water.

"That is much better!" she said as she sat down on the side of the tub testing the water with her feet. "Ouch! It is a little hot isn't it?"

I agreed while thinking it was about to get a whole lot hotter.

As Gayle slowly inched her way into the tub I took the opportunity to really look at her for the first time. She was much shorter than my Laura, and heavier, I realized. But that extra weight simply made her curvy where Laura was much more lithe in her build. Gayle breasts weren't overly large, but on her small frame they looked perfect. Her nipples were a little darker than Laura's and her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat "landing strip'. One thing Gayle did have was beautiful skin. There was not a mark on it and it was a perfect golden brown like she had already been here a week.

"Nice tan!" I remarked!

"Yeah well... It's a spray on. I wasn't going to parade myself around here in a bikini all pasty white," she replied.

Like me, I thought! "Like me?" I said and she laughed!

By now she had worked her way completely into the tub and she snuggled up close to me with one leg thrown over my lap so she was half facing me. Her hand slipped up out of the water and she traced wet circles on my chest idly with one finger. She looked at me, smiled, and said "This is nice!" I could not have agreed more.

I pulled Gayle to me, kissed her lightly at first and then with more ardor which she returned in kind. With my arms wrapped tight around her Gayle turned toward me completely, straddling me with on knee on either side of me. I could feel her pussy a she ground herself against me. I slid my hands down her back and over the cheeks of her ass which I squeezed. We kissed like that for a few moments exploring each other mouths with our tongues. The Gayle reached down between her legs and guided my cock into her pussy.

Still kissing constantly we rocked together slowly for quite a while. Gayle ground herself into my pubic bone so hard it almost hurt. As she was doing so my hands explored her body enjoying the firmness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples against my palm. I squeezed both breast firmly upward and Gayle moaned into my mouth and stuck her tongue in even further than it had already been as she came for the first time. I could feel her pussy as it spasmed around my cock. "Oh God!" she mumbled throwing her head back with her eyes closed. "Oh! Ohhhh...!!"

Still with her eyes closed and her head back Gayle's chest heaved slowly as she came down from her climax. She looked magnificent with the sheen of water glistening on her body in the sunlight and her hair hanging down over shoulders. Straightening up she opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Mmmm... That was good!"

"It was, but I am not done with you just yet!" And with that I picked her up and put her down on the side of the tub. Pushing her back I spread her knees and pushed my face between her legs quickly sucking her swollen clit into my mouth. Gayle just laid back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensations my mouth was giving her hyper-sensitive nether region. I started slowly at first, but picked up the pace and pressure of my tongue as I went. When Gayle's breathing began to quicken once again I pushed two fingers up inside of her searching for her G-spot which I quickly found. A few strokes later and Gayle crashed into a second orgasm trapping my head and hands between her legs. All the while I kept licking and stroking her G-spot for all I was worth and another orgasm followed in quick succession. I would have kept going for one more but Gayle pushed me away with her hand and with her chest heaving again from the strength of her climax.

After a few moments I pulled Gayle back into the water with me and we kissed and nuzzled for a while. "Laura is a very lucky woman", she said to me after a while.

"Laura?" I thought and I was abruptly struck by the thought of what she was very likely doing right now and for a second or two my heart nearly beat out of my chest until I realized she wasn't doing anything I hadn't just done. I was suddenly very glad I was with Gayle because I knew if I hadn't been I would have been a wreck. I couldn't imagine how I would've felt sitting alone in my room wondering what she was doing, or worse, sitting alone at the bar because I couldn't go back in the room.

"Hey!"

"What?" I asked coming back to reality.

"Where did you just go?" Gayle asked. "I said Laura is a very luck woman!"

"I just hope she remembers that!" I said with a hint of a sigh. "Tom is quite a specimen. I can't help buy wonder how she is going to feel about me after being with someone like him."

"Like I said, Laura is a lucky woman!"

"You really mean that, don't you?"

"Absolutely! I love Tom and yes, he is really good looking, but he isn't half the lover you are! If all Laura wants to do is get fucked then Tom will happily oblige, but that is about all he is good for! I can't remember the last time he got me off with his mouth and I don't think he even knows I have a G-spot. Hell, I am not sure he knows I have a clit!"

I laughed at that, and so did Gayle.

"You know," said Gayle, "one of us hasn't cum yet!"

"That's okay! I was kind of focused on you."

"Then how about we focus on you for a while then!" Gayle remarked and pulled me up out of the tub behind her. We took turns drying each other off and then Gayle dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock had softened somewhat in the Jacuzzi, but it quickly came to attention as Gayle began to lick up and down my shaft and around the head. Sexily, she looked me in the eye as her tongue swirled around the now swollen head of my cock then Gayle pursed her lips tightly and pushed all of me into her mouth with a barely audible 'pop'. Coming back up slowly she repeated the procedure a few times and each time the head of my cock forced itself passed her lips the feeling was incredible. This girl really knew what she was doing and if she didn't stop doing it I was going to cum any second, and I told her so. She stopped what she was doing for just a moment and asked me whether I wanted to come in her mouth or her pussy. I pondered that for a second too long I guess because she quickly went back to doing what she was doing with a vengeance. She must have sensed my cock beginning to swell as I approached my own orgasm because she began to suck on me harder. With one of her hands pumping the shaft and the other squeezing my balls I erupted into Gayle's mouth. Having already fucked Laura only an hour or two ago I knew I could not have had much cum left in me, but it felt like I had dumped a bucket full into Gayle's mouth because I came so hard.

Sensing or understanding how sensitive my cock was now that I had cum Gayle slowed down and just allowed me to slowly slide in and out of her mouth. Then when I slowed completely to a stop she lightly ran her tongue around and around my cock for another minute or so before finally looking up at me. When she did so I reached down, took her by the hands, and I drew her up to me. We kissed and then I simply held her for a few moments before I led her to the bed in the other room. Lying there, we talked quietly for a while and gently explored each others bodies with our hands while we did so. I brought her off once more with my fingers, a gentle rolling orgasm, but there were no more erections for me just then.

After a while we got up, got dressed, and made our way back to the pool bar where we were very surprised to see Laura and Tom sitting on the dry side of the bar enjoying a drink. Laura was just finishing one 'rita and had another waiting, so I knew they had been there a while. I also know they had not been there the whole time because she was now wearing clothes more appropriate for evening instead of her swimsuit, some Capris and a very sexy crop top under which it was very obvious she was not wearing a bra. Tom excused himself saying he was going to go and take a shower. A few minutes later, probably because she sensed I wanted some time alone with my wife, Gayle said she was going to go check on Tom and that they would see us later at the barbecue. She gave me a quick kiss, whispered a thank-you into my ear, bit my ear lobe hard, and with a laugh headed off to join Tom.

"So...?" Laura asked almost as soon as Gayle was out of earshot. The question hung there between us for a moment.

"So...?" I asked back with a grin.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yeah!" I said after a moment. "I did. You?"

"Yeah. It was okay." Laura replied, but I didn't sense much excitement in her voice. "Tom is a nice guy," she added after a moment. "Are you going to see Gayle again?

"I don't know, probably. You and Tom?"

"Probably not."

I was dying to ask why, but from what Gayle had told me I thought I already knew. I smiled a little on the inside, and I guess a little on the outside, too!

"What are you looking so smug about, Mister?"

"Nuthin'" I replied, but I was thinking that this whole thing hadn't gone too badly so far. I was still the best lover Laura had enjoyed in Cancun and for the moment at least I thought I could live with that.

I think we were both curious to know what the other had done, but I for one wasn't going to bring it up. So far this hadn't been as bad as I thought it would be, but I wasn't going to take any chances by asking about things I really didn't want to know, and for that matter I wasn't all that inclined to kiss and tell either. So instead we nursed our drinks quietly and watched the sun begin to go down.

Not much later we began to see other people making there way down to the beach for the barbecue. I got up, offered Laura my arm, and we too made our way down to the festivities as well.

The resort had set up a small stage and there we a few people busy setting up a sound system. There were a number of grills fired up and the wait staff were tending to steaks that were being grilled beside veggie kabobs, skewers of tequila lime shrimp, jerked chicken breasts, etc. There were also a couple of large foil wrapped objects that I later found out were some large red snapper being poached.

We each got ourselves a large plastic cup of "magic" punch and then Laura and I found ourselves a place to sit. I went to get us a couple plates of food and by the time I fought through the lines and got back to Laura she was already actively engaged in conversation with a couple of young men at the table who I quickly discovered were flirting with her outrageously under the guise of talking about fishing.

"Guys, this is my husband, Tim. Tim, these are the guys."

"Quite a woman you have got here! You are a lucky guy!" remarked the taller and more blonde of the two. "I'm Justin"

"Tim. And, yes I am," I replied and stuck out my hand. "And you are...?" I asked the other after shaking with Justin.

"Pete," he said looking a little uncomfortable with me being there. I offered him my hand as well and got one of those limp fish handshakes I hate. Dismissing him I turned back to Justin.

"So what were you saying about fishing?" I asked.

"Pete and I have a boat chartered for tomorrow. We are going to catch some snapper and if we are lucky maybe a marlin, or something else with some fight," Justin said and gave Laura a wink.

"Sounds like fun!" I said.

"It will be. We were just trying to convince your wife to come with us. The captain said we had room for one more, but she said she couldn't go with this being your first day and all."

Laura looked at me for approval and I turned back to Justin and said, "Well, I am a big boy and she is a free woman," I said emphasizing free just a little. "She can go if she wants to."

Laura asked them what time they were heading out. When Justin said 7:00 AM, not surprisingly, Laura politely declined but said she would take a rain check if they went again. I knew then she had other plans for tonight and to be honest I was glad because I didn't like Pete at all and the thought of her alone on that boat with the two of them didn't please me one bit, even under the circumstances.

We finished eating and the boys excused themselves to look for other 'prey' but told Laura she was welcome to join them in the morning should she change her mind.

"Thank you," Laura said after they had left.

"For what?"

"For letting me go fishing with them."

"But you aren't going!" I replied.

"I know, but I could have and I just want you to know I appreciate what you are doing." And with that she leaned in a gave me a brief but unbelievably sensuous kiss. Taking my hand she got up and pulled me after her. "Let's go party!"

We made our way back to the bar and got a refill of the punch. I was already feeling the effects of my first cup so I know Laura had to be feeling good, and given how quickly she downed her second cup I knew any inhibitions she might have had were long out the window. We milled around a while meeting other guests. Laura flirted like a school girl with every man she met. She got a few disapproving looks from a couple of the women, but most seemed to be taking the same attitude as Laura, and I found myself involved in a bunch of friendly and suggestive banter as well. We got ourselves a third glass of punch along the way, and found ourselves near the plywood 'dance floor' set up in front of the stage. Laura too my half empty cup out of my hands and tossed it and her own nearly empty cup into a trash can at the corner of the stage. "Let's dance!" she said and pulled me out among the other couples already shaking their "bad thing" to some reggae.

I have never been much of a dancer, but when I was with Laura I have never cared. She has a way of making me feel like I am the best dancer on the floor, and tonight was no exception. A couple of tunes later and our dancing started to get as 'dirty' as it ever had, and we weren't the only couple. It seemed everyone was having a good time and I must admit my eyes wandered all over watching the various ladies grind on their husbands.

Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder and Justin was standing there. "Do you mind if I cut in?"

"Not at all I replied," seeing Laura look at me expectantly out of the corner of my eye. I headed back to the sand but had barely even got off the dance floor when Karen, the busty blonde from the bar grabbed me by the hand and dragged me back onto the dance floor. Karen had exchanged her skimpy bikini for a tight fitting mini-dress that may have hid more flesh but did nothing to hide her ample curves. The material of her dress was so thin and so form fitting I could easily make out her dime sized nipples and areolas and for a few minutes I could not take my eyes off of her.

There wasn't much preamble and before the first song was even half way through Karen was dancing with me every bit as dirtily as Laura had earlier, but with the newness of being so close to her I was quickly rock hard. She noticed and discreetly gave me a little squeeze. "We might have to see about taking care of that problem later!" she said with a smile.

"We might just have to do that," I replied with an ease I doubt I would have felt just a day ago. We continued dancing for another song or two then I suggested we get ourselves a drink. I took Karen by the hand and led her over to the bar where we grabbed a couple cups of punch. We stood there talking for quite a while, finished our punch, and just as I was walking back with two fresh cups I saw a figure working her way though the partygoers toward us.

"There's Kim!" I said pointing to Karen's little brunette friend who was wearing a short pair of white shorts and a bikini top. When she reached us I passed her my cup of punch and turned back to get another for myself. By the time I turned around again Kim had already downed the first cup of punch and took my fresh one from my hand with a cheeky smile forcing me to get yet another

"You must have been thirsty!" I said when I returned.

"No, just catching up. I just got here. I took a little nap after Karen and I got back to our room so I would be ready for whatever happened tonight." With that Kim drained more than half of the second cup of punch and took me by the hand and pulled me back to the dance floor after I quickly passed my cup of punch to Karen who laughed at us as she stood there now holding two cups.

If I thought Laura and Karen were dirty dancers then Kim was downright filthy. She ground her pussy against my thigh with abandon and every so often she would slide all the way down and bite my bulge through my shorts. Her hands were all over my body and before long my hands were all over hers but I concentrated mostly on her tight little behind. It wasn't until she turned her back to me and began grinding her butt into my crotch that my hands began to work thee way up her sides and lightly over her breasts. "Mmmmm! That feels good!" she said and leaned back into me with an obvious invitation to continue what I was doing.

Just then Laura caught my eye and she smiled at me. Turning back to Justin, Laura reached down and pulled her crop top over hear head leaving her topless following the example of a couple other ladies on the dance floor I was just noticing. As I watched Laura's half naked body writhe a few feet away I completely forgot about Kim who was continuing to grind back into me.

Sensing she had lost my attention Kim followed my gaze to see what had caught my attention, which at this point was Laura dancing seductively with her arms entwined over her head. "She's beautiful!" she said just loud enough to be heard over the music. I could only nod still entranced by the sight of my wife behaving in a way I had never seen before, or at least not half naked in public.

Not wanting to be out done, or perhaps just in the mood to join in the festivities, Kim reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her own top and slipped the rest over her head. She stuck the small pieces of cloth and strings into my front pocket and told me to keep it for her. Even though I had seen her topless in the pool earlier in the day I could not help looking at her, and under the circumstances seeing her semi-nude body now was far more erotic than it had been earlier. Her breasts, while not large, were nearly perfect and she had obviously been tanning topless for a while because there was not a tan line to be seen. As Kim leaned back into me once again I took the invitation and quickly wrapped my arms around her and cupped her breasts in my hand. Her hardening nipples felt good as they pushed into my palms.

A song later Karen was back dancing with us both. She was still wearing her dress, but she must have been feeling the excitement as well because her nipples were much harder than before and even more apparent through her dress. The three of us dirty danced together but I quickly became a spectator as Kim and Karen turned their attentions toward one another. It didn't take me long to wonder what might be possible with the two of them later. The thought of making love to both of these two beautiful women at once was more than an appealing prospect, but then I remembered I had already had sex twice that day and wondered if it might not be better if it happened some other time when I would be able to put forward my best effort.

Just then Kim got pulled away to dance with some guy I hadn't met and Karen and I carried on dancing with each other. A song or two when Kim danced by us again and I noticed she was now dancing with Justin which made me look about to see what Laura was up to. It took me a second to find her in the growing crowd of half naked bodies, but then I spied her dancing as the meat in a two hunk sandwich.

I watched her for a few seconds and I was about to turn my attention back to Karen when suddenly Laura angrily pushed herself away from her two companions and stalked of the dance floor heading toward the beach. I excused myself from Karen who had also seen Laura's reaction and quickly followed her.

The two guys she was dancing with were just about to follow her as I passed them. "I'm her husband," was all I said when I went by. They just shrugged and turned back into the crowd.

I let Laura get away from the party before I called out her name. "Laura!" She didn't react and kept walking. "Laura!" I called out again a little louder this time so as to be heard above the music behind us and the growing sound of the surf. This time she stopped and spun around with fury in her eyes. The angry look on her face was quickly replaced by one more grateful when she realized it was me and not one of her two dancing partners.

"Are you okay?" I asked when I got close enough to talk.

"I'm okay," she replied. "Those assholes just pissed me off."

"What happened?"

"Forget it. It's no big deal!"

"Are you sure?" I asked with concern.

"Everything was fine until one of those jerks stuck his finger up my ass!"

"Oh!" I said trying hard not to laugh and thinking she had probably done little to discourage it, but I was smart enough not to say anything. Instead I just took her by the hand and continued on down the beach. We walked for a while not saying anything and after a mile or so we turned back. As we got back near the party that was still going strong I asked if she wanted to dance some more while hoping she didn't.

"No. Let's go home," she said.

"Home?" I wondered out loud.

"To the casita. I think I have had enough fun for day one," Laura replied quietly. I could not have agreed more!



Just One Night, The Aftermath Ch. 02


I woke early, as usual, and lay there thinking for a long time about everything that had happened the day before, our first in Cancun. On one hand, it had not been as bad as I thought it would be. I can honestly say I enjoyed having sex another woman for the first time in over ten years. The way it had all played out left me feeling confident and at peace with myself in a way I really didn't expect before we got to Cancun. I was also surprised by how little anxiety I felt about Laura having had sex with another man. I wondered about that. Was it because I had done the same thing myself, or was it because it had all happened so fast? Regardless, I was comfortable with what had happened so far and there was a part of me that was very grateful for Gayle. I hoped I could remain so comfortable because I realized that today was yet another day on this journey we had embarked on.

About 8:20 Laura began to stir and I could tell from her breathing she was awake. I rolled over and pulled her to me. "Hey!" I whispered into her ear. "Good morning. Are you okay?" I asked.

"Mmmmm.... Uh huh" she replied softly and snuggled back into me. She didn't offer anything else so I just let her be for a while and enjoyed the feeling of having her in my arms. We stayed like that for about another ten minutes or so. I was beginning to feel Mother Nature's call and I disentwined myself and sat up on the side of the bed. Just as I was about to stand up Laura's hand grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'll be right back," I said looking back at her. She smiled and let me go.

A few minutes later I slid back in beside my wife and she rolled over to face me. With my head propped up on my elbow I looked down on her as she gazed back up at me. "Are you okay?" she asked with more than a little concern on her face.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I replied. "Are you?"

"I don't know!" she replied after a moment or two of thought. "I guess."

"You guess?"

"It was hard watching you and Gayle walk away knowing what you were about to do. The feelings I was having surprised me. Then Tom was... well... uninspiring? It didn't all happen the way I thought it would. I think maybe I rushed things a little."

I could only agree, but I wasn't going to push the issue. "Maybe. Who knows? Why don't we just take it easy today and see what happens?"

"I think I'd like that," Laura said with a smile that quite honestly melted my heart.

We made love then. Nothing frantic, just the slow comfortable joining of two people who know each other's bodies well. We couldn't seem to stop kissing and the feeling of her tongue thrusting into my mouth brought me to climax far sooner than I would have liked, but Laura's orgasm coincided with mine so it was all good.

We spent the entire day together with nary a thought about anyone else. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast followed by a long walk down the beach. Laura looked amazing in the bikini top and wrap she was wearing, but whether or not anyone else noticed I could not tell you. My eyes and thoughts never left her. We found ourselves talking in a way we hadn't done in years. It was as though a barrier had fallen that I hadn't even realized existed. When we found ourselves on a secluded beach a couple of miles away from the resort we pulled off our suits and skinny dipped in the surf, if you can call fucking while standing up in the surf skinny dipping. It was certainly not most intimate moment but I found myself thrusting into Laura with an urgency I had felt in a while and Laura came hard twice.

Afterwards we gathered up our things and made our way back towards the resort. Laura replaced her bikini bottoms and wrap, but I was carrying the top of her bikini in the pocket of my swim suit. As we started to encounter the other resort guests a few smiled or nodded and I noticed a few of the men giving Laura a good look. I think Laura must have felt their gazes because she carried herself proudly, shoulders back, and her firm breasts jutting forward a little more than her normal posture would have done. I am not sure I have ever felt quite so lucky to be her husband as I did in that moment, or maybe I have, but I would be hard pressed to say when..

The rest of the day was pretty much the same in that it was all about us. We took a bus style limo back into Cancun proper and spent the day walking up and down the strip. We had lunch at one of the more famous watering holes and mid afternoon found us on a "jungle tour" which saw Laura and me alone in a small and underpowered motor boat which we drove in a convoy of similar boats through the jungle and out into the open ocean. About two miles up the shore we turned out into the surf for a mile where we all tied our boats together and snorkeled above the reef for about an hour before retracing our route back to Cancun's lagoon.

As we were winding our way back through the jungle canal that separated the lagoon from the ocean we encountered another tour heading in the opposite direction. We waved to a number of the boats as we passed them and just as we passed the last one boat in that convoy Laura pulled up her shirt and flashed the slightly older couple who were in it. The surprised look on the man's face was priceless and I howled in laughter when what I assume was his wife punched him. "You are bad!" I told Laura, who just grinned.

By the time we docked our little boat in the lagoon and wandered back onto the strip in downtown Cancun the limo bus was there waiting. We could either go back to the resort now or wait another couple of hours. Without much debate we found ourselves headed back with two other couples who pretty much kept to them selves. Laura leaned up against me and stared out the window as we went.

Back in the casita I phoned for dinner reservations and was pleasantly surprised when the concierge asked me if we would like to have dinner in one of the gazebos on the beach because another couple had just cancelled their reservation. I readily agreed.

Ninety minutes later Laura and I were enjoying a candlelit lobster dinner and champagne on the beach. The night was warm with just hint of a breeze coming off the ocean. The two waiters who served us were attentive but not intrusive, but both of them spent considerable time checking out my wife. I couldn't blame them. She looked gorgeous in a gauzy white beach dress that tied like a halter behind her neck. I knew she wore nothing underneath it and I could faintly see her nipples through the material which, due to the dress' cut, seemed to be lifting and supporting her breasts. Between the spray-on tan she had got before we left and sun she had been in the last two days the contrast between her skin and the white of her dress was striking in the candlelight.

We toasted the adventure when we drank our first glass of champagne, then each other when we cracked the second bottle. We bypassed dessert, but the resort brought us a couple of complimentary shots of Sambuca with our espresso. We held these for a moment while looking into each others eyes before I offered one last toast.

"What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun!" I said placing just a little more emphasis on the word 'stays'.

Laura acknowledged my meaning with a slight nod. "Absolutely!" she replied with a smile. I was more than a little glad she didn't say "Maybe!" as she is wont to do now and then.

In spite of numerous invitations we had to join other guests as they passed us Laura and I found ourselves alone together in our casita after dinner. Laura filled the hot tub while I wandered back out to the beach bar to get us each a margarita. The bartender was about to close up for the night so he gave me an entire pitcher full to take with me. By the time I got back into the room Laura's dress was laying a pile on the floor and she was laying back with her eyes closed enjoying the sensation of the hot tubs jets and the soft strains of Carlos Santana coming from a small CD player.

I undressed and climbed into the tub beside after handing her a drink. She took it from me, but immediately placed it on the edge of the tub behind her. "Come here!" was all she said.

I pulled Laura to me and crushed her mouth with mine. She threw her leg over me, turned to face me, and she began to slowly grind her pussy against my hardening cock as we kissed. She arched her neck backwards and I nuzzled my face between her breasts. For a moment I considered moving my mouth to her nipple, but then Laura wrapped her arms around me, pulled my head my tightly to her, laid her head on top of mine, and simply held me close. It was an amazing few moments, a recognition of both the physical attraction and the love and trust we felt for one another.

We made love after that, but to be honest I have no real desire to share any of that with you. It was simply not something meant to be shared. Suffice it to say we enjoyed each others bodies with a feeling of urgency and love I, at least, hadn't felt for a long time. And then, back in the bed, wed did it again. Then as dawn approached, with no words spoken, we made love once again.

The day after 'the night before' followed the same pattern as the previous day. We were oblivious to anyone but each other for most of the day. The late afternoon found us lounging on the beach. Awakening from a cat nap I caught Laura watching two young men throwing a Frisbee back and forth along the edge of the surf fifty or so yards away from us. One of them was her friend, Justin. Even I had to admit he was quite a specimen. The 'six pack' he sported was typical of his overall build. He was lean, muscular, and tanned. In my dreams of 15 years ago I never looked like him. At 40 there was no way I ever would. It wasn't so much that I envied him as it was my understanding of why Laura was looking at him. In its own way I knew it was no different than me ogling a hard-bodied 23 year old hottie in a bikini. The only difference was that in this case Laura had a very real opportunity to do much more than 'read the menu'.

Later, over another candlelit dinner, I could sense Laura's mind wandering a little. I had a feeling what was on her mind, but asked anyway. "What are you thinking about?

"Nothing, just..."

"Just what?" I asked.

Laura looked at me then, not speaking. I could almost hear the gears in her mind turning as she considered what she wanted to say.

"Look," I said, "nothing has changed except that I am more secure than ever in the love we share. The reason we came down here still stands. What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun! If anything, I do not want you to find yourself at home wishing you had taken advantage of the situation. I would love for you to spend the next couple of days with me doing what we did today, but more importantly, when we get home I want all of your attention. I want no regrets. I want you to be happy with your life and not feel like you are missing out on anything."

"Really?" she asked with an uncertain smile.

"Really!"

"I love you!" she said and leaned across the table to kiss me. I leaned into her, and while brief, the kiss said far more than words could have.

After dinner we found ourselves in the resorts night club. They had a local band playing a variety of music and I had to admit they were pretty good. It was a little too loud to talk much, so I found myself tapping my foot to the rhythms and simply watching the people who milling about, dancing, etc. After a while I got up to get Laura and I each another drink. When I got back to the table Justin was there laughing with Laura.

We yelled pleasantries with each other and after a moment or two Justin asked me if it was okay for him to dance with Laura. How could I say no? So I yelled, "Absolutely!" over the music.

Justin took Laura's hand, pulled her to her feet and led her out onto the dance floor. I watched the two of them dance together for a song or two, but since all they seemed to be doing was dancing my attention was drawn to the other patrons. By comparison to Laura that night a lot of the other women were dressed extremely provocatively. There was an abundance of cleavage and midriffs on display. And the dresses and outfits they wore did little to hide everything else. There were a few attractive girls standing by the bar obviously waiting for someone to ask them to dance, but I really didn't have any inclination to ask.

Laura and Justin came back to the table for a drink, but before long they were back out on the dance floor once again. One of the girls, a very attractive brunette gal in her late 20s or early 30s, asked me to dance, but I declined. Given the disappointed look on her face I was having second thoughts, but just then Laura was back at the table.

"Justin and I are going to go for a walk on the beach," she said loudly enough to be heard over the music.

I leaned into her ear and asked, "Just walk?"

Laura didn't answer, but I knew from the look on her face she didn't want to say anything more.

"Have fun!" I said.

"You, too!" she relied with emphasis.

I watched the to of them walk out of the club together and winced inside just a little when I saw Laura take Justin's hand as they were going out the door. I gulped down the rest of the drink, got up, and headed to the bar with every intention of asking my brunette friend to dance with me. But, for some reason, when I got to the bar I just kept on walking. A few minutes later I found myself walking alone with the warm surf lapping at my feet.

I had walked for a few hundred yards when I noticed a couple laying on the beach a little ways ahead of me. In the moonlight I could not tell who they were, but I could see they were in a very passionate embrace. There was no way in hell I was going to walk past them if it as Laura and Justin, so with a lump in my stomach I turned around and headed back to the resort and my room.

Laying in bed in the dark I cannot even begin to describe the feelings and thoughts I had that night. If you have never laid in bed knowing your wife or lover was likely at that very moment laying in the arms of another person you cannot know what I was feeling. I kept trying to convince myself this was why we had come to Cancun in the first place, but no matter how many times I tried to accept it, the dire thoughts would just not go away. I am not sure I have ever been as lonely in my life.

Somewhere along the way I must have fallen asleep. I don't know what time it happened, but it felt like hours after I first lied down. I was awakened by the sound of a key in the lock as Laura entered the casita, but I did not move. Through the corner of my eye I could see by the light through the window that it must have been early morning around 7:00 or so. Laura walked into the bedroom, peered at me for a second, then proceeded into the en-suite bathroom. A few moments later I heard the shower running.

I drifted in and out for a few minutes then came awake when I sensed Laura standing over me. She reached out to touch my shoulder but I opened my eyes before she could touch me. I was surprised to see her dressed.

"Hey!" I said quietly.

"Good morning," she said and leaned over to kiss my forehead.

I knew she wasn't about to climb into bed with me. "Where are you going?"

"Justin is taking me deep sea fishing with him."

"Oh," I said trying not to sound as disappointed as I felt. "When will you be back?"

"Around dinner time, I guess. I am not sure."

There was about two or three things I wish I had said then, but all I came up with was, "Okay. Have fun. I will see you when I get back."

"What are you going to do?" Laura asked.

"I don't know. I will figure it out as I go."

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. Go!" And she did.

Forty five minutes later I was sitting in the outdoor café pretending to enjoy my breakfast when Tom and Gayle walked up. "Good morning! Where is Laura?" Gayle asked.

"Fishing," was all I said, but that one word said so much more.

"Oh," was all Gayle said in reply.

"So you have some free time then?" Tom asked. If he was disappointed at Laura's absence he did not show it.

"I do"

"Why don't you come golfing with Gayle and me then?"

I was going to come up with an excuse why I couldn't go, but instead I said, "Why not!"

An hour later I was walking out of the pro shop with my rental clubs, a couple sleeves of cheap balls, and a new glove. As it turned out I was the fourth member of the group. Tom and a fellow I hadn't yet met named Jerry were loaded up in one cart. Gayle, sans clubs, was waiting for me in the second cart. "Looks like you are riding with me!" Gayle said as I walked up.

"Cool!" I replied feeling more than a little happy with the prospect of spending the next few hours close to Gayle, especially with her dressed in the short shorts and halter top she was wearing.

We wound our way over to the first tee. I would have loved to have hit a few balls on the practice range, but the starter waved us onto the first tee. By the time I got my glove on, fished a ball out of its sleeve, and rummaged through my rental bag for the tees they promised were in there, Tom and Jerry (no pun intended) were on the first tee discussing wagers. "Are you in?" Tom asked as I walked up?

"Sure!" I replied.

"Good," Tom replied. "It's $20 on the front. $20 on the back. $50 for the round. And, $10 for 'greenies'."

I gulped. I rarely play for money, and when I do it is for a $1 here and there. But not wanting to let on I merely responded, "Works for me!" Without bothering to flip a tee to see who would play first Tom teed it up and hit a more than decent drive up the middle. Jerry hit a quick hook to the left while I managed to hit a weak fade that landed in the short rough on the right side of the fairway. Jerry struggled even getting his ball back into play, while my second shot found a greenside bunker. Tom meanwhile sculled his second shot, but hit it well enough that it rolled up onto the green about 10 feet from the flag. I managed to get out of the bunker but two-putted for my bogie. Jerry finished with a six and Tom two-putted for his par. That pattern continued for the entire first nine holes, and Tom easily won the $20 by four strokes over me, and by eight strokes over Jerry. I doubt Tom even noticed, but I started to figure out my rental clubs after the first few holes, and I played Tom even over the last four holes. I also doubt Tom noticed Gayle and I stealing kisses every time we had a chance.

When Gayle and I walked back to our cart from the half way house with beer in hand Tom called out, "Do you want to double up the bet on the back?"

Jerry had already declined, and I could not blame him, but for some reason Tom's bravado irked me. I turned to Gayle and asked her if she was up to having some fun at her husband's expense. She smiled and nodded. "I game."

"Tell you what," I said as we walked up to Tom. "I don't want to bet any more money, but I will bet you the original $50 for the entire round and a blow job."

Tom looked a little confused. "You are going to give me a blow job?"

I laughed. "No! If you beat me Laura will suck you off, and if I win I get a blow from Gayle." And then I am not sure why I added, "While you watch!"

"You are on," Tom responded, "but I won't be the one doing the watching!"

"We'll see!" I thought to myself.

I played decently on the back nine, but Tom fell apart on a couple of holes. As such, by the time we found ourselves on the 18th green his four stroke advantage had disappeared exactly and I had secured the $20 for back nine. All that remained was the $50 for the round and, of course, the blow job.

Tom was away and faced a 50 foot putt from the lower tier of the green to the upper level. With a look of determination he admittedly gave it a great attempt and almost made it before rolling his ball about five feet past the whole. I had a much easier putt from about 15 feet, but feeling the pressure I never really gave it a chance, settling instead for a simple tap in for my par. All that remained was Tom's five footer for the tie.

Tom made a great deal about lining up his putt from every angle, but as he did so I knew he was going to miss it. And he did! I resisted the urge to let out a whoop, and instead shook his hand in a sportsmanlike manner. When I turned back to the cart Gayle was grinning like a possum.

We settled up the financial side of the bet in the 19th hole over a couple of beers, but not a word was mentioned of the second part of our bet. Tom was not in the best of moods, and I actually planned to forget the bet entirely, but when we got back top the resort and climbed out of the taxi Gayle took me by the hand and pulled me along to follow Tom who was already striding toward their room.

Once there we all stood around awkwardly for a few moments. I was ready to leave and forget the whole thing until Gayle whispered something into Tom's ear. He slumped into a nearby armchair and said, "Go ahead! He won fair and square. Give him his prize, Gayle."

Gayle turned toward me. Smiling she reached down and pulled her halter top up and over her head revealing her firm and now much browner breasts than they had been when I had seen them last. She thought about it for a half a second before also pushing her shorts and panties down around her ankles. Now nude she stepped out of her clothing and walked across the room a few steps toward me. On tip toes she kissed me ardently for a few seconds before slowly sinking to her knees with her hands clawing at my chest. Her hands rubbed the growing bulge in my shorts for a moment before she began fumbling with my belt buckle.

While I wanted to do nothing more than watch this beautiful naked woman on her knees before me my gaze was drawn to her husband sitting across the room. While he did not look angry, the look on Tom's face was far from happy. Instead he had a look of concentration on his face as he watched his wife undo my shorts and pull them and my underwear down around my knees. So intent was he on what his wife was doing I doubt he even noticed me looking at him so I turned my attention back to what Gayle was doing. I wondered briefly what it would be like if Tom's and my roles were switched. That thought got me completely hard and my cock twitched as Gayle began to flick her tongue on me.

What ensued over the next ten minutes was one of the most sensual blow jobs I had ever experienced. Gayle wasn't even close to being able to swallow me whole, but she more than made up for that with the passion with which sucked and licked my cock. Her tongue danced every where, even lightly flicking around my anus occasionally when she bent lower to lick my balls. I am not sure who wanted this to last longer, her or me, but Gayle seemed to be in no hurry to get me off. Instead it was as though she were performing as much for her husband's pleasure (or pain) as mine. Indeed, Tom's eyes remained glued to his wife as he slowly massaged his own erection through his shorts.

I watched as Gayle's sexy mouth slid up and down around my cock which was wet with her saliva. Taking my cock in her hands she slapped her tongue with it a few time and looked me in the eye as she did so. "Are you going to cum in my mouth?" she asked just loud enough for Tom to hear. "I want to taste you!"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"Uh! Uh!!" Gayle mumbled around my cock which was now back in her hot little mouth. She began to suck me in earnest with both of her hands twirling around the base of my cock as she did so. Deeper and deeper she guided me in until she could take no more of me. Even though almost half of my cock was still outside her mouth her hands gave me the feeling she had swallowed every inch. I felt my orgasm begin to build and Gayle must have felt it, too, because just as I was about ready to explode she squeezed my balls and pushed me as deep into her throat as she could. That pushed me over the edge and I shot pulse after pulse of my seed down her throat.

Pulling her mouth off of me Gayle milked every last drop of semen from me with her hands then licking off each drop as it appeared. Then when there was no more to be had she sucked me gently back into her mouth with her tongue circling around and around the head of my cock.

Finally I could take no more and I pushed her away. I bent down and kissed her gently tasting a hint of my seed on her lips. "I think you better take care of Tom now!" I whispered into her ear.

Gayle got up and walked over to her husband while I pulled up my shorts and buckled them up once more. I didn't sense that a threesome was something that was going to happen so I made my way to the door. Gayle was already bouncing up and down on Tom's lap and I watched his large cock slide rapidly in and out of her very wet pussy for a few seconds before I let myself out. Just as the door closed behind me I could hear both Tom and Gayle groan as they apparently came together.

I walked toward my casita still feeling the warm afterglow of what had just happened. I was approaching the door when Laura came around the corner from the other direction. She still wore the clothes she had worn when she left this morning but she had a different look about her. You might call it the "just fucked" look.

"Hey!" I said with a smile,

"Hey yourself!" Laura said and kissed me lightly.

"Did you just get back?" I asked.

"Yeah. We docked about ten minutes ago."

"Did you have a good time?"

"Do you really want to know?" she replied with a quirky look.

No, I thought. I didn't.



Just One Night, The Aftermath Ch. 03


I looked at Laura for a few moments not saying anything as we stood there outside the door to our casita. I was not going to ask the question again, but I was truly wondering what she had been up to the past day. I had only seen her for a few moments this morning when she came back to shower and change. For the first time in our married lives she had spent an entire day in the company of another man. No, not just another man, Justin was her lover.

I inserted the card key into the lock, then opened the door and held it for Laura. She walked in past me and then on into the bedroom beyond. I could see her rummaging in her luggage through the partially open door. "I am going to have a shower," she called out to me.

"Okay," I replied quietly.

For a moment or two I considered joining Laura in the shower, but then I decided I really didn't want to. Helping her wash sex off her body did not have very much appeal and somehow it seemed inappropriate at the moment. Instead I slipped out the patio doors and walked over to the nearby bar. I fully intended on getting us each a margarita and going back to the casita, but instead I found myself sitting at the bar sipping at one drink and idly tracing my finger in the salt and condensation on the side of the other. My mind was a cacophony of thoughts, some good, some bad, but mostly I was just trying to wrap my head around everything that was happening here in Cancun, and what it might mean once we got back home.

I think what surprised me most was how I felt about the sex. It just wasn't that big of a deal, which is completely the opposite of what I thought before Laura and I came down here. For me, just as it had been when I was single, sex was fun and enjoyable, and a worthy pursuit in its own right. But, when it was all said and done, without an emotional attachment sex can also be very hollow. Don't get me wrong! I had a great time with Gayle that first night. The sex was very good and in the heat of the moment we were truly passionate with each other. There was even a level to that passion that went beyond simple physical desire, but I can't say for certain whether it was due to any emotion directed at Gayle, or at Laura through Gayle. Looking back at the blow job I had just experienced it was something else entirely. Thinking about it now, it was as though I had something to prove.

What had just happened with Gayle and Tom was very out of character for me. It gave me a feeling of power I had not felt before. It was exhilarating, but I am not sure it was worth what I had done to feel it. I know there are men out there who would go out of their way to feel that kind of power, but that isn't me, usually.

I am not someone who has a great need to prove myself better than someone else, or to put anyone else down to my benefit, either. I am comfortable in my own skin and confident in who I am and what I can do. I work hard to be good at the things I like to do. It is why I spend so much time at the driving range trying to be better at golf. It is also why I take my time when I make love to a woman. Anything worth doing is worth doing well. To consciously put myself into a position of power over another man is very out of character for me. Yet, I had done just that with Tom.

When I made the blow job bet with Tom there was no doubt in my mind I would win it. Tom is obviously a good athlete but he isn't a golfer per se. I knew that when I watched him take a few practice swings before we teed off. If not for the fact I was playing with rental clubs that didn't come near to fitting my 6'4" frame, and the fact my heart really wasn't into it early on, Tom would never have had a four stroke lead after nine holes. I knew I would be steady on the back nine and I had little doubt Tom would blow up somewhere along the way, which he did. And moreover, I hate to admit, I wanted him to lose.

I am not sure if it was because of Tom's tryst with Laura, his 'big man on campus' attitude, or just everything I had been feeling since we got here, but I realize now that I wanted to put Tom down, and I wanted it to hit him where he lived, which in Tom's case was between the legs. There was something glorious about having his wife suck my cock in victory while he watched. I wonder if that is why Tom didn't meet my gaze while it was happening. I wonder how big the knot was in his stomach, or if he had one. I also wonder if he had ever felt anything like that in his life. Sexually speaking, to lose like that, must have been a tough pill to swallow for someone like Tom. It would be a cuckolding of the 'n'th degree. I wonder if he liked it. I know I wouldn't have! But, given my last view of Tom and Gayle screwing madly as I left their room something had turned him on.

I thought about the concept of being a cuckold for a few moments. In the purest of dictionary terms I supposed I was one now. Yet, I didn't feel like one. Laura hadn't done anything I hadn't given her permission to do, and I had done the same. I certainly wasn't getting off on the thought of Laura having sex with someone other than me, but then I was doing my best not to think about it too much. Yet, when I did think about it I found it didn't really bother me. I felt I couldn't care less if Laura enjoyed some meaningless fuck with someone else. No, I decided, sex wasn't bothering me. What was bothering me was the time she was spending with someone who wasn't me. I knotted up inside picturing her laughing and smiling while on the arm of another man, of sharing a private joke, of giving someone besides me her undivided attention, and most of all, her affection. And with that I understood why I was so nervous coming down here.

Just then I saw Laura walking toward me and all those thoughts vanished. She was dressed to kill. She wore a short black mini-skirt and black high heels. Her sheer white blouse revealed hints of the lacy push-up bra she wore underneath. It was cut low in the front and in the back. Around her neck she wore a filigree chain with small sterling silver ingot that nestled between her breasts. It was an outfit she had worn for me a number of times and she knew I loved her in it. As she got closer I could see her make-up was perfect.

As our eyes met she flashed me one of her amazing smiles, and for the millionth time in my life my heart melted at the sight of it.

"Hey you," she said as she walked up. "Is that for me?" she asked and pointed to a fresh margarita sitting in front of me. I had almost finished the first two I had ordered but hadn't even seen the bartender put the third in front of me.

"Absolutely!" I said recovering quickly, and I was glad the drink was there. I handed it to her and remarked "You look stunning!"

"Why thank you. You are most kind, Sir," Laura replied with a mock curtsey as she took the drink from my hand.

"You look good enough to take dancing! Let's go into Cancun tonight and tear up the town!" I suggested with a smile. Yet the second I did so I realized she wasn't dressed up for my benefit. The look on Laura's face told me all I needed to know. She was going dancing, just not with me.

"Oh! I see...," I said and the smile quickly left my face.

"Oh, Tim!" Laura replied with compassion I didn't want and she reached out to touch my arm. "Justin and I already..."

"Whatever!" I snapped more angrily than I intended. I pulled my arm away from her hand and stood up. Laura reached out for me again, but I stepped back out of reach.

"Tim!" Laura tried again, "Don't"

"Don't what? Don't be hurt? Don't care?"

"No, not that at all. It is..."

"It is why we came down here!" I said cutting her off and then without really meaning it I added, "I know! I'm sorry! Go have fun!" and with that I turned and left. I could hear Laura call my name behind me. I thought I heard her coming after me so I stopped and looked back, but just then I heard Justin call out to Laura.

Hearing her name, Laura turned to look at Justin, then back at me. The indecision was clear on her face, but before she could do anything Justin was there. He seemed oblivious to what had just happened between Laura and me. He put his arms around her and kissed her lightly then led her away by the hand. Laura looked back at me once and held my eyes for a second before turning and walking away with Justin. I could not help but wonder if my life as I knew it was walking away with them.

I stood there for a moment and watched them walk away. I hoped Laura would turn and look back at me, or better yet come back to me, but the smile on her face for Justin quickly put that to rest. I returned to the bar, sat down, and ordered a shot of tequila. I downed it without bothering with the salt and lime and quickly ordered another. And then I ordered a third shot and drank that, too. I was about to order a fourth when I realized the fire I was feeling in my belly was going to do nothing to warm my heart. Instead I got up and headed back to our room. I just wanted to be alone.

Alone. I don't think I have ever been as alone as I was lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. For a short while I kept hoping to hear the door open, but as the minutes past and when it became readily apparent that wasn't going to happen my thoughts plunged me into a deep despair. I played everything over in my mind: Laura's one night of freedom that had led us here, the events of the past couple of days, and what had just occurred. And then the doubts and questions hit me. What had I done? Why had I brought us here? What was Laura feeling? Was I going to lose my wife? My life? My love? My heart pounded in my chest. My breath came in short gasps. And now and then a tear or two welled up in my eyes and slowly dripped down my cheeks.

In my mind I could see Laura smiling at Justin in a way she had only ever smiled for me. I could see her hand laid affectionately on his chest and hear her laugh at his jokes. I could feel the way her body felt against his when they danced, and then I could both see and feel her body as she gave herself to him. Earlier I didn't think the sex was bothering me, but now I was consumed with those images.

I could see Laura's lips crushed against his while their tongues dancing in each others mouths. I dwelled on images of Justin's hands and mouth as they mauled and devoured Laura's breasts. I obsessed over images of Laura's mouth stretched around Justin's cock and of images of his sperm dripping down her chin. I agonized over mental pictures of Justin between Laura's wide spread legs thrusting harder and harder and I could hear Laura moan as she came. And then I died inside as I thought of them lying entwined in each other's arms in the aftermath of their coupling. It was awful!

Somewhere along the way the tequila took over and I feel asleep. I awoke a few hours later more than a little disoriented. A quick glance at the clock told me it was still early, only 10:30. I lay there a while and was relieved to feel the weight of despair had left me somewhat. I considered simply rolling over and going back to sleep, but I knew I would not be able to now.

Having had my heart completely broken once before I knew there was nothing to be gained by wallowing around in self pity so I decided I would at least get up and see what was going on around the resort. At worst, I thought, there might be someone at the bar to talk to. I got up, quickly showered, and then I pulled on a rough, white linen shirt and a pair of slightly darker linen pants. Shoving my feet into a pair of sandals I headed for the door. I was almost outside when I stopped and went back into the bathroom. I am not sure why I did it, but I sprayed on a little cologne. That simple act did something miraculous for my spirits.

I hung out at the bar outside of our room for a while and I nursed a glass of cabernet There wasn't much happening there, and the bartender was too busy closing up for the night to be much company, so after getting another glass of wine I got up and wandered deeper into the resort. I could hear music in the distance so I followed that, soon finding myself in the resort's night club.

They wouldn't let me bring my glass of wine in with me, so I downed it quickly at the door and headed toward the bar. This didn't seem like a cabernet kind of place so I ordered myself a beer and leaned back against the bar to see what was going on.

The club wasn't packed, but there was a good number of people dancing and sitting around at the various tables and booths. The same DJ from the beach picnic of a few nights before was playing an eclectic mix of rock, pop, and reggae, and all were dance tunes. As I nursed my beer I watched the people on the dance floor amazed, as I always am, at how sexy the women look and how clumsy most of the men looked while they were dancing.

I finished my first beer and I had turned back to the bar to order a second when I thought I heard my name. I turned and looked one way, but saw no one I knew. Then before I could look the other way I heard my name again. "Tim!'

I turned towards the door and there, to my great pleasure, were Kim and Karen, the girls I had danced with a few nights ago. "Hey!" I said with a smile and then we all hugged and did the kiss-kiss thing in greeting. "What are you girls up to?" I asked.

"I don't know about Kim, but I am up for anything! How about you?" replied Karen who was dressed in a tight, hot pink dress that did nothing to hide her curves and just barely contained her breasts. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail high on the back of her head which gave her a hint of a Suzanne Somers look, minus the dumb part.

"I don't know. Not much," I replied. "Just hangin' out, I guess!"

"Not any more," quipped Kim. "You are dancing with us!" She was dressed more conservatively than Karen, again, but conservative is a relative concept and she still looked very sexy. Kim was wearing a low-cut, gold metallic blouse that tied behind her neck and was open in the back. It was cut very skimpily along her sides and you could see a hint of the outside of her braless breasts. Her pants were black, extremely tight, and they accentuated what I thought was a very nice ass.

I ordered them each a drink and myself another beer. The girls towed me along to a booth in the back of the club where the music was marginally quieter. We sat down and started to chat. I was very happy the girls had appeared on the scene, I decided. I was actually laughing and joking with them which was not what I would have been doing had I stayed in the room. The night was going to be okay and I wasn't even going to think about tomorrow until Kim asked, "Where is your wife?"

"Pop!!" went my balloon. It must have have been apparent from the look on my face because both girls immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

I left out a great many of the details but I pretty much told them what was going on with Laura and I.

"Bitch!!" was all Kim said.

Karen on the other hand had a little more to say! "Is she fucking crazy?" she asked incredulously. "Do you know how many guys there are out there like you? Not many!! But there are tons of assholes out there like Justin. Trust me!!" Both she and Kim laughed at that remark. Karen in particular had the kind of look that would attract assholes like flies to honey and I am sure dressing the way she did was no help either. Not that I was complaining!

"Don't worry," she continued. "We will take care of you! Besides, I am betting your wife gets exactly what a selfish bitch like her deserves."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I know Justin's type. He will play her along right up to the minute something better comes along, and then he will forget her like yesterday's news, especially if he has already slept with her. He might be dancing with her in Cancun tonight but I guarantee he is looking over her shoulder at every other girl in the place hoping to find the next notch on his bedpost."

Karen's words gave me some hope, but I remained suspicious because I could still see how amazing Laura looked tonight. I could not imagine him wanting anyone else.

My mind started to drift then; down into a dark place I didn't want to go. Sensing something, Kim grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. I really wasn't into it at first, but the sexual, reckless abandon with which Kim danced got the better of me and soon I was happily bumping and grinding along with her. A song or two later and Karen was there, too, and we dirty danced a ménage a trois right there on the dance floor.

Kim and Karen were very different from each other as they danced. Kim was lithe like a cat, or rather, a cat in heat. Every move she made was sensuous. Her feminine yet muscular body felt taut in my hands. Her nipples, barely concealed by her gold top, stood at attention, and they felt amazing whenever she brushed them across my arm or chest. Karen on the other hand simply oozed sex the way only a busty blonde bombshell does. Her hot pink dress clung to her body like a second skin and every curve ached to be touched. My eyes were constantly drawn to the hem of her dress mere inches below what I knew was true blonde heaven.

The girls barely let me rest the next hour or two. In fact, I felt driven to escape my mental demons in the thumping bass on the dance floor. I probably pulled the girls up to dance as often as they pulled me.

When we sat, which wasn't often, the girls were glued to me. If Kim was talking to me Karen had hand on my arm or my chest. When I talked to Karen, Kim would play with the hair on the back of my neck. Both were practically in my lap competing for my attention. At some point my eyes locked on Kim's. We held each other gaze for a moment or two and I knew I was going to kiss her.

Our lips came together slowly and our tongues gently explored each other's mouth. It was not a wildly passionate kiss, but a slow and sensuous exploration that sent chills down my back. The as Kim pulled away from me Karen's hand on my chin turned my face toward hers and she kissed me, too. Where Kim's' kiss had reflected her style so did Karen's, and it felt almost as though we were try to swallow one another. Karen pushed her tongue into my mouth as far as she could and I sucked on it hungrily. Then when I felt Karen's hand grab my hardening bulge I moaned and pressed my tongue into her mouth.

Karen broke the kiss. "We have to get out of here," she said breathlessly to both Kim and I.

We all got up and when we approached the door the girls excused themselves to go to the ladies room. I had been standing there waiting for a couple of minutes when suddenly there was Laura standing right in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked and looked at my watch. It was only 12:15.

"I just got back. You weren't in the room so I thought I would see if I could find you here."

"Where's Justin?" I asked with a hint of a sneer.

"He's..."

And that was as far as Laura got for at that very moment my two angels for the evening returned and latched themselves to me, one on each arm.

"Hey! Look what the cat dragged in," quipped Karen with more than a little disdain.

"Where is your boy toy?" asked Kim with no less venom in her voice.

Laura just stood there without saying a word. She looked stunned at this turn of events

"Well, you better go find him because tonight Tim is ours!" Kim commanded as she and Karen began to pull me towards the door.

The stricken look on Laura's face made me begin to stop them, but then Karen pulled my arm and said, "C'mon. Give her a taste of her own medicine!" and that turned the tide. I felt a certain satisfaction as I walked out that door. Remembering how I stood there watching Laura walk away with Justin earlier that day, I did not look back either. I kept expecting to hear Laura call out my name, and if she had I think I would have gone back to at least talk to her. But she didn't, so on I went.

We all knew where we were headed eventually, but we took a detour down to the beach. The three of us strolled hand-in-hand down the beach with the surf lapping at out ankles. It was a moonlit night and the ocean sparkled with the reflected light. But, when the moon went behind a cloud it got very dark. Without a word Karen kicked off her shoes, pulled her dress over her head, threw it in the sand, and ran headlong into the waves wearing only her thong. Kim and I wasted no time joining her and soon the three of us were frolicking in the surf. Standing in waist deep water we all came together in a three way embrace. My hands slipped down each of their backs and then over their respective asses. Kim's was hard and round in my hand while Karen's was both firm and soft at the same time and practically demanded I sink my fingers into her flesh. I felt two, then four hands begin to pull and caress my cock, and as I began to kiss each girl in turn I slipped a finger into their panties and found warm depths of each girl's pussy. I knew if they continued to stroke me I would quickly spill a load right here in the ocean, and given where this was heading I did not want to do that just yet. Instead, I grabbed each of the girls by the waist and plunged us all into the water. Seconds later we all surfaced laughing and sputtering. With the spell broken momentarily we headed back to shore and pulled out clothes on over our still wet bodies.

Minutes later I was standing with the girls in the middle of their room. In spite of the warmth of the ocean the cool night air had left us all shivering a little, so Kim suggested we take a shower. Within seconds clothes were flying around the room as we all tried to avoid being 'the last one in" as challenged by Karen.

Their shower was not large, so there was plenty of contact as we rubbed out soapy bodies against one another. Not surprisingly, I spent considerable time soaping up both girls breasts and asses while they in turn gave my cock and backside more than their fair share of attention. Wet kisses were traded and when Karen began to dominate my time from that perspective Kim dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock with her mouth. I must say the effect of having Karen's tongue in my mouth while having Kim's mouth wrapped around my cock was amazing, but when Karen dropped to her knees to help Kim I found myself redefining the word 'amazing'.

I always liked to watch Laura when she performed oral sex on me, so the sight of these two beautiful young ladies doing it to me simultaneously was more than double the fun. They took turns sucking me into their mouth while the other licked my balls. When they switched places it was so hot to see them share kisses around the head of my cock. While they kissed, I slowly thrust myself between their two sets of lips. It was literally a fantasy come true.

After we got out of the shower and dried ourselves of we tumbled into their double bed which, since it was the only bed in the room, they were obviously sharing it. We took our time exploring each others bodies with our hands and mouths. The girls were clearly very comfortable with one another, so no matter whose hands and mouths were where the sex always seemed natural and not nearly as contrived as I had always thought a threesome would be.

Before too long I found myself between Kim's wide spread legs guiding my more than ready cock into her wide open pussy. Karen was lying on her side beside Kim kissing her deeply while she squeezed her breasts and pulled on her extended nipples. I stroked slowly at first caring more to watch these two gorgeous women kiss than I was to rush to an orgasm of my own, but when Karen's hand slipped down Kim's belly to rub her clit the movement of Kim's hips became more frantic and I began the plunge myself into her more vigorously to match her rhythm. Just as Kim began to convulse in orgasm Karen reached lower and squeezed my balls causing me to cascade into an orgasm right along with Kim.

Kim and I collapsed into a heap with Karen at our side slowly caressing our bodies and placing light kisses here and there. I pulled Karen down to me, kissed her deeply, then whispered into her ear, "Now I want to fuck you!".

"I was hoping you were going to say that!" she said with a grin.

A quick change of positions found Karen on her back and me kneeling by her head so she could suck some life back into my now flaccid cock. Kim knelt between Karen's legs and sucked on Karen's pussy with the same earnest she had just fucked me. At first I was worried I wouldn't be able to perform for a while, but when Karen began to thrash as a result of Kim's oral ministrations I could feel my cock begin to swell once again. By the time Karen came I was ready to go again so I moved between her legs plunged into her before she even had a chance to come down from her orgasm. Kim just lay beside us watching.

Fucking Kim had been very much like sex with my wife, Laura. Their builds were similar enough that there was a level of familiarity to it. Sex with Karen was something else again. Her body was simply built for sex and I relished in the fact that having come once already I was going to be able to give this girl the fuck of a lifetime, well, at least my lifetime! I had never been with a woman built like Karen, and the feel of her firm, yet soft, curvy body beneath mine was exciting. I loved the sight of her large breasts with their half dollar sized nipples as they bounced in time with my thrusts.

At 5'10", Karen was not a small girl, and for the first time I found myself matched with someone whose build seemed to complement my own 6'4" frame. As such, I didn't hold back where I had always held back before. I fucked Karen with everything I had and she met every stroke with gusto. I don't know how many orgasms she had, or if it was just one long one made of wave after wave, but Karen seemed to be almost epileptic as she came and came. She also did something I had never seen before except in blue movies when she squirted her juices all over me. That only turned me on more and I fucked her even more vigorously. When I felt my own orgasm building I thrust my cock deeply into her, holding it there as I spasmed my seed into her. I collapsed on top her and we each tried to catch our breath. Her body, as was mine, was wet and slippery with sweat. I could feel her pussy flutter and pulse around my cock and then I slipped out of her, completely spent.

"Okay! You owe me," said Kim with a grin. I had almost forgotten she was there. "That was amazing to watch." She was flushed and had her hand on her pussy so she had apparently enjoyed herself while Karen and I enjoyed each other.

For the next hour or so we talked and cuddled, kissed and touched, and shared a bottle of wine. At my request, I got to watch the two of them in a sixty-nine, but even that wasn't enough to get me hard again, and soon we quietly drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

I woke up with a beam of sunlight across the bed. I had one girl's head on each shoulder. I stroked their hair gently, placed a kiss on the top of each of their heads, and gently extricated myself from their embrace. I dressed quietly and was about to head out the door when I felt eyes upon me. Karen was still sleeping, but Kim was watching me intently.

I padded quietly over to her side of the bed and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Thank you!" I whispered.

"Good luck!" she whispered back.

"Thanks," I said and quickly left.

A few minutes later I nervously opened the door of our casita not sure who or what I would find. There was nothing amiss in the main room of the casita, nor evidence that anyone was even there. Slowly I pushed open the door to the bedroom and peered through the crack as soon as it was wide enough to see the bed. To my relief Laura was in it alone. She was sprawled face down, uncovered, wearing only her panties. There was an almost full glass of wine and an empty wine bottle on the nightstand beside the bed. At the foot of the bed were the half eaten remains of a hamburger and a handful of uneaten fries she must have ordered from room service.

She was dead to the world and unaware I was there so I stepped through into the bathroom where I found two more empty bottles of wine. I looked around to see if there was another wine glass somewhere, but there was none. So, either someone had taken their glass with them, or as I began to suspect, Laura had drunk it all herself. If that was the case she was not going to feel very good when she woke up.

I returned to the living room and settled down to read a book in the morning light. Later, I had made a pot of coffee and I was pouring myself a second cup when I heard Laura's feet hit the floor rather abruptly and she headed into the bathroom with alacrity. I could hear her retching almost constantly for the next five minutes or so until I knew she could not have had anything left in her. It was quiet for a while, then I could her the sounds of water in the sink as she brushed her teeth. A few minutes later I poked my head back into the bedroom and she was sprawled across the bed once more, only this time with her eyes wide open. She seemed surprised to see me.

I crossed the room and sat down next to Laura on the edge of the bed. I stroked her hair lightly and she just looked up at me. Then, holding my arm for support, she pulled herself upright and threw her arms around me. She buried her head in my chest and then I could feel Laura's body begin to shake as she sobbed uncontrollably. I had seen her like this only once or twice before, so I knew it was best to just let her get it all out before trying to have any kind of meaningful conversation. At one point she looked up at me with her swollen bloodshot eyes and I said the only thing I could, "I love you." That just made her cry harder.

Eventually the tears stopped and we just sat there rocking gently. I kissed Laura on the forehead and then she pushed me gently away. "I need to get cleaned up," she said. "Why don't you go get some breakfast and I will come find you."

"Okay," I said and Laura got up and went into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

Forty-five minutes later I had finished my breakfast and I was nursing a second cup of coffee when Laura sat down opposite me.

"You look like hell," I said.

"I feel worse," she replied.

I waved the waiter over and ordered Laura an iced tea which he poured immediately. I stirred a couple packets of sugar into it for her and pushed the glass across the table.

"I don't deserve you," she said with a voice that began to crack with emotion.

"Shhhh....," I replied. "You do. I am sorry I left you last night. You were already hurting weren't you?"

Laura just nodded as she sipped her tea.

"What happened?" I asked.

Laura chuckled to herself then looked at me. "I got dumped!"

"Dumped?" I asked thinking Karen had been right after all.

"Well, ignored and forgotten may be more accurate, but yeah, I got dumped."

"What happened"?" I asked again.

"We were in a club in Cancun and an old girlfriend of Justin's showed up. I became a third wheel so fast it would have made your head spin. Next thing I know they are gone and I am sitting there alone. That is when I came back here to look for you." The tears were welling up in her eyes again. "I have been so stupid!" she said desperately trying not to cry.

"I am sorry I left you last night, I..."

"No, I deserved it after what I did to you. How can you ever forgive me for what I put you through this week?"

I smiled thinking it hadn't all been bad. "It's okay. I think I learned something about myself this week."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Like there isn't anything I wouldn't do to make you happy. That I do not want to lose you. How's that for starters?" I said.

"Really?" my wife said and smiled at me weakly. "I don't deserve you," she repeated.

"I love you," I said with meaning.

Laura shook her head, then smiled. "I love you, too!"

I spent the rest of that day nursing Laura through her hangover. The day after that we packed and left for home. Laura kept to herself, but before we left I made a point of saying good-bye to Kim and Karen and told them what had happened. Karen took great delight in telling me, "I told you so!" I even happened to bump into Gayle who threw her arms around me and gave a big kiss. Then with a playful squeeze on my crotch she said, "Come back and see me next year!" and waltzed away. I just laughed and shook my head.

Overall Laura and I were pretty quiet on the trip back. I think each of us had a lot to think about. Laura spent a lot of time simply looking out the window at the clouds and the ground below We talked a little, but not about anything specific. It felt as though we didn't need to talk about what had happened and that we had come to an understanding of how important our relationship was to us both. We often found ourselves simply touching the other as if to confirm they were really there. Only time would tell us whether our Cancun adventure had cured Laura's wanderlust. I could only hope that it had. I am not sure I could do it all again.

We landed, gathered our luggage, and soon found ourselves back in our car heading back to what I hoped would a normal life once again.

"You know," said Laura as we pulled into our garage, "you never did tell me what you and the girls did that night."

""Do you really want to know?" I asked turning in my seat to face her. Looking at her face I was reminded of a moment only a few days earlier when she had asked me the exact same thing.

Laura reached out and twirled her finger in hair just above the top button of my polo shirt. Then she flashed me one of those wicked little grins of hers that I love so much.

"You do, don't you?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Well," she replied still twirling her finger suggestively, "maybe!!"