7 comments/ 53037 views/ 28 favorites The Beginning Of Our Adventure By: bonnyg The Beginning of Our Adventure Eight Years Ago – September 2006 The cool, air conditioned lobby at the Bellagio was chaotic but somehow welcoming. Guests were booking in, booking out, checking their bills, trying in vain for room upgrades. Nobody seemed overly bothered; for most it was the start of a few days of typical Vegas fun; gambling, shows, drinking to excess, tanning by the pools. For some, like us, it was the start of a new adventure. After booking in, we explored our deluxe room while we waited for the cases to be brought up by the bellboy. The view over the strip was decadent. When the fountains started, she turned and grinned excitedly. "This is going to be good, isn't it" she said, turning back to wait and watch the display reach a noisy, spectacular crescendo. I smiled, opened the door to receive the baggage, tipped the polite, young bellboy and then, when he'd gone, fell backwards onto the massive bed and felt the tension pour out of me. "Come on, you can't sleep now, let's get changed and go to the pool", She said. I lazily rose and watched her strip naked, throwing her clothes across the floor and the bed, then hurriedly opening her case to find her bikini. Her wonderful body never failed to impress me. She was never afraid to display herself to me, showing me her perfect curves, cute bum and generous breasts. How lucky I was, I thought, not for the first time. We'd been married for twelve years and I'd never once stopped lusting after her. "Here's your shorts...." She threw them over her shoulder at me whilst continuing to fumble in her case. "Don't forget the sun cream" she muttered, fishing her bikini out then quickly putting it on, a look of concentration, but also contentment on her face. I pulled my shorts up, grabbed some towels and my flip flops, placed the sun cream and my wallet into a little carry bag and made for the door. "Do I look OK?" she asked, frowning. I didn't really need to respond. She knew perfectly well that she'd turn heads, especially wearing that small, sexy swimsuit. "You look great" I responded. A little smile curled on my lips as I thought of the other guys by the pool, taking furtive glances at my wife, imagining their hands exploring her smooth skin, tracing their fingers over her barely hidden breasts. "You OK?" she said quizzically. "Yeah, yeah, fine. Let's go." I was shaken out of my erotic daydream. Just as well, I could feel myself firming up, indecently tenting the front of my shorts. We found a quieter spot near the poolside and, after draping the towels over the sunbeds, daubing ourselves with sun screen, we collapsed and put our heads back to let the heat sooth and relax us after our journey. I listened to the people splashing and playing in the pool, laughing, not a care. Nobody bothered us until I sensed movement at the end of our loungers. It was the pool guard collecting used plastic drinks glasses. A tall, well- built black guy. His fitness seemed to radiate from him. He smiled down at us. I couldn't help noticing that he was obviously staring at my wife's prone, glimmering body. "Everyone OK folks?" he asked in a friendly way. "Drinks?" "Yeah, that would be great." I said, sat up, nodded and ordered two mojitos. "Coming right up, I'll be back soon" he said with a deep voice, peeling his eyes away from her smooth brown legs and smirking at me. I waited until he was a few yards away then looked over at my wife. She was already waiting to meet my eye and she giggled, putting her hand over her mouth. "Did you see?" she asked. "What?" "Oh my God!, He's wearing speedos!" she whispered. I chuckled, but I was still confused "Seriously though, didn't you see?" "What?" My brow furrowed. "The bulge he had!" she pushed herself up and leaned in closer to me. "He had a huge bulge in his speedos, I bet he thinks he's God's gift!" I laughed, she did too. "I bet he wants all the girls here to know it". "Weren't you impressed?" I joked. "Some of the girls round here would be!" She lay back, smirking. I looked over at her. Her face had flushed. I wondered what she was really thinking. Our drinks arrived and we both sat up and sucked the refreshing cocktails through straws. The man beamed at us as I grabbed my wallet out of the bag. "That's good huh?" "That's great. Thanks, really good". I couldn't help myself looking down at his tight trunks. Sure enough he was definitely packing an impressive punch. I glanced back up and could see his eyes once more devouring my wife's body. "Say, how do you guys fancy coming to a pool party here tonight?" We looked at one another for a moment or two. I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, why not? Let's do it!" My wife replied, looking firstly at me and then the well hung black guy. "Yeah OK" I nodded in agreement. "What time?" "Oh, it won't start until after ten. There's a few people coming down. You'll love it" "Great. Thanks" "I'll see you then" he continued, once again checking my wife out, winking and smiling at her, then walking slowly away. When he was on the other side of the pool, chatting up a rowdy gang of young girls, I turned to my wife. "I think he fancies you!" "No he does'nt!" she replied, embarrassed. "I think he does, I think he wants to take out that big cock of his and give you a good seeing to....." "Don't be disgusting!" she almost shrieked but with a smirk. "I'm a married woman, nobody wants to be with me!" "Oh, you don't realise the power you've got, you're just a tease.....and you know it!" "You dirty bastard. You and your pervy fantasies, I don't know!" She smiled and lay back down, closing her eyes. A moments pause. "I'll have to buy something to wear ", she muttered, changing the subject. "Yeah, we'll go to the shops at Caesars afterwards." I replied. "OK" I looked at her, her face relaxed, eyes closed, a sly smile on her face. True, we had fantasised about bringing another guy or girl into our bed while we were making love. It got me very hard and her very wet. But that's all it had been... a fantasy. Looking at her, she was biting her lip, deep in thought. Was she perhaps thinking the same dirty thoughts as me? I pulled my towel down and covered my growing bulge. Chapter 2 When the heat had gone from the afternoon sun we decided to make a move back to the room. We both felt a satisfying, relaxed buzz from the steady flow of cocktails we'd drunk. After slipping to our room and quickly getting changed we headed out towards the shops. Walking through the casino, the roulette tables seemed fairly quiet. "Fancy a quick go?" I suggested hopefully. "Alright then, but we've got plenty of time for that later" she replied reluctantly, obviously looking forward to browsing the high end stores. I guided her over to the nearest table and put a hundred dollar note down. "Ten dollar chips" I murmured to the croupier and got ten red plastic chips in return. "Black twenty four" she whispered into my ear and clutching my arm. "How much?", I replied, expecting her to be frugal. "Put fifty on that and then fifty on the red" I turned and looked at her dubiously. Seeing the look on my face she continued. "C'mon, let's do it, let's go mad!" "Alright then!" I looked back with a grin and put the chips down as the small white ball started rolling in the roulette wheel. The casino seemed to go silent as we prayed for a miracle. The ball clattered as the wheel slowed, bouncing between the numbers. We both tensed up. "Black 24!" the croupier exclaimed. "What!!" I shouted, incredulous. "Fuck me, Black 24!" She hugged me. I kissed her. "I told you!" she said excitedly, thumping my arm, "we've just won over fifteen hundred dollars!" "I know, I know!" hardly able to contain myself. "We can definitely go shopping now!" We cashed in the chips and received the satisfying wad of dollar bills. She smiled and led me by the hand past Olives restaurant, pausing briefly at the Louis Vuitton window. "Maybe tomorrow night" I muttered, leading her gently away. Thankfully she sighed, then grinned taking it in good grace. I pushed open the heavy exit doors to the footbridge over the strip, feeling the wall of heat meet us once again. My t-shirt began to cling to me with sweat and by the time we had avoided the crowds of tourists and reached the cool lobby of Caesars we could breathe again. We took the elevator up to the first floor. In front of us were two young girls both wearing bikini tops and incredibly revealing cut off denim shorts. I couldn't help looking at their long, brown legs and their enticing pert ass cheeks. Christ, I thought to myself, imagining those smooth thighs wrapped around my waist, clinging on tightly while I fucked them and then realised my wife glaring at me. "Out of your league mate, out of your league!" She shook her head slowly and tutted. "They're probably half your age, you fucking pervert!" "Sorry" I said, looking quickly away and down at my feet. "But a man can't help it, it's in his genes" I grinned, trying to deflect the situation and caught her eye. "You know, if I had a pound for every time I caught a fella checking you out or lusting after your tidy ass, I'd be a millionaire by now!" "No they don't.... do they?" "Yeah, I've seen them, you must have noticed, surely!" "Do you think I've got a nice bum?" "Jesus Christ, I'm the luckiest guy alive!" I said. We continued walking through the mall. A big smile crept up her face. "You know what?" she said assertively "I'm going to get the sexiest dress I can find, some lingerie, maybe some high heels. If the boys want to stare at me, well, let 'em, I'll give them something to think about" "We've got the money" I replied, feeling the thick wad of cash burning a hole in my front pocket. "Yeah, something so revealing it'll blow your mind!" "Go on then, go for it. Nobody knows us here do they? It's sin city!" I laughed and felt my tool twitch excitedly. "Show the other boys what they can't have!" She turned and smirked "Who said they can't have me........." She winked suggestively and pointed and headed towards the next boutique. I can't explain the pent up excitement I had as I watched her pick out some of the most daring, revealing and sexy clothes I had seen. "Do you like these?" she grinned, holding up the tiniest pair of black panties. "For my cute bum....." I nodded, but words escaped me. "Or this?" A matching black bra. "It'll show off these perfectly, don't you think?" She cupped her breasts under her t-shirt. "Well...,um....yeah!" I replied, not expecting her to be so brazen. "Good, but I don't think I'll wear them under that tight little black dress I've bought. It's so liberating not wearing any underwear at times" "You're a fucking tease" I said, a smile curled on my lips. "Yeah, but you fuckin' love it, don't you" she replied, her eyes sparkled. After leaving the shops we called into a small restaurant. We both had a burger and fries with a couple of beers. The portions we ate were typically huge, American portions. I only ate half of my plate. She snacked on her fries while we both watched the world go by. "There's those girls again" she muttered, nodding towards the main walkway through the mall. I shrugged, seeing that she was trying to goad me into looking, mischievously, with a smirk on her face. I ignored her. Five minutes passed as we relaxed, taking in the Vegas atmosphere. I glanced up at her to see her with a little guilty smile on her face, looking over my shoulder, behind me. "What's up?" I asked. "Nothing...." She replied, casting her eyes quickly downwards. I turned quickly to look behind. I saw a couple of good looking young guys, beers in their hands, sitting, directly behind us. The guy facing my wife shiftily looked away. He'd been looking at her, caught in the act. I winked at him knowingly, with a sly grin. "Oh, so that's it, is it?" I said, turning back to my wife. "So, it's OK for you to look at other guys, but when I take a sneak peak at another girl, it's wrong?" "No, No!" She chuckled, embarrassed at being caught. "It's just that..........that........" "What?" I said. "Oh c,mon, we're on holiday, in Las Vegas for Christ's sake. It's just a bit of fun" "You dirty flirt!" I whispered, jokingly. She paused and smiled back. "You know what they say don't you?" "What's that?" "What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Vegas" "What do you mean" I said. Had she been thinking the same raunchy thoughts as me? "I thought it turned you on when other men look at me? You know with those clothes I've bought, I'll feel so........so....,erm, sexy. Don't you want them to see me in my sexy new clothes?" She lowered her voice and looked at me mischievously. "Oh, c'mon.... It'll be fun! It turns me on to think of them seeing me". She giggled. "It's just that, maybe, I like the thought of making them excited and they'll go away and jerk off about me later" "Jesus!" was all I could say to that. "C'mon, let's go and get ready for the party". We paid the bill, and walked back to our room to get changed. I held her hand, happy smiles on our faces. Nothing was said between us. I think we were both thinking of similar filthy scenarios. Chapter 3 We managed to get out of the room eventually. The sexual tension between us was almost unbearable. She tried on a couple of bikinis, eventually settling for what I thought was the most revealing. "You only want me to go out in this because it all the guys will stare and drool over my boobs" She said, looking down at her impressive cleavage. "Don't you want them too?" I said, a rigid hard- on pressing in my swim shorts. "I think by looking at that thing sticking out between your legs you're looking forward to it!" "Yeah" I said, embarassed, "Let's go". I kissed her and pressed against her semi naked body. She slowly slid the back of her fingers against my length. I moaned quietly in frustration. "Later baby......later....." she smirked. It was still incredibly hot outside underneath the stars. There was quite a crowd already gathered around the poolside. They looked slightly younger than us generally, but it all seemed good natured and happy. I found us a seat and then went to the bar. I couldn't help noticing the amount of girls in very skimpy bikinis displaying lots of tantalising skin. Some were with boyfriends, husbands, most were not. I smiled to myself, surveying their lithe smooth bodies, paid for our drinks and returned to my wife. "See anything you like then?" she murmured with a knowing grin. "Maybe, maybe" I replied, taking a moment to realise what she was insinuating. A moment later, the pool guard from earlier noticed us, or rather my wife, and came across to meet us. "Hey guys!" He said excitedly "it's great to see you". She smirked and I noticed her checking out his shorts, albeit a fresh, baggier pair than from before. He gave me a high five and then leant over to kiss my wife on the cheek. "Say, there's some guys over here that I'd like you to meet". He grasped her by the hand and I followed as he led us slowly through the crowd to a table with two bored looking people on it, nursing their drinks. They seemed an attractive couple, similar age to us. The pool guy was desperate to introduce us. Putting his arm around my wife's waist he pulled her closer to him. I couldn't help noticing his hand wandering down and stroking her smooth bum underneath her skimpy swimsuit. Cheeky bastard! I thought, but I just went with the flow and let him tell us their names. Steve and Sarah came from England, ironically near to where we lived. We were glad to have some company and soon we were talking about our travels, where we'd been, what we'd done. More drinks were brought over for us by the pool boy. He chatted briefly with Sarah, out of earshot then he was gone. The chat made her flushed, she bit her lip as if in deep thought then leaned over to whisper something to her boyfriend Steve. They both smiled but kept the little secret to themselves. She was an attractive girl with black hair, welcoming eyes. I couldn't help thinking that she was a bit of a flirt, the way she spoke to me, holding my eye, almost teasing. The tiny bikini she was wearing was very provocative, erotic almost. My wife had already noticed this and I was wary not to let my eyes wander too much lest she became annoyed or even her boyfriend noticed. The girls chatted about things at home while I and Steve talked about the soccer, the driving on the American roads and how I'd won on the roulette table earlier. They'd only just returned from a weekend away in Spain but seemed bizarrely reluctant to tell us what the place was like. We had more and yet more drinks, our chat started to get more easy and animated. Some of the party guests started to jump into the inviting pool, splashing about noisily as the music started to pump louder. I noticed some of the girls had taken off their bikini tops, provocatively displaying their pert, young breasts. Some of the men jumped in too, staring wild eyed at the smooth, brown skin and the bouncing tits. Steve surveyed the scene playing out in front of us and then glanced furtively across at me. We both knowingly grinned. "Don't you fancy going topless girls" he suggested, a crafty smile on his face. "Nah, I don't think so, maybe some other......." My wife started to speak but was interrupted by Sarah. "Oh, go on, why not. It's a laugh, besides everyone else seems to be doing it" "I don't ......" "C'mon, I'm gonna let these puppies out!" she sniggered and gestured towards her sexy boobs. "Oh, Jesus, alright then!" My wife said, whispering, nervously giggling at what Sarah had just said. "You're first!" Sarah shot back. "Oh fuck's sake, alright then!" my wife replied, embarrassed, turning her back towards me so that I could unclasp her bikini top. I fumbled quickly, allowing the top to fall away, exposing her gorgeous tits. She looked down, almost ashamed, but then she looked up at us and pushed her breasts out defiantly, her little brown nipples hardening all the while. "There!" she said proudly, "Come on then Sarah, your turn now!" Sarah unabashed, produced her glorious, perky tits. I couldn't help myself from looking lustfully as they danced across the small table in front of me. Steve was feasting his greedy eyes on my wife and I felt a little thrill course through me at how easily she could turn other men on. I could feel myself hardening and had to adjust myself in my seat so that my bulge wouldn't be too obvious. "You happy now boys?" Sarah said. "Very!" Steve replied. "Uh huh!" I agreed . Both girls started to laugh and that took some of awkwardness out of the air. My wife touched my thigh and her fingertips brushed against my hard on. She glanced quickly at me and a sly smile curled up her face. I grinned back, sheepishly. We all looked around to take in the atmosphere and see what the other guests were doing. I noticed the pool boy approaching behind Sarah. "Hey there folks!" He said. "You're looking damn fine if I may say so girls". He smiled, taking in the pair of their exposed breasts, teasingly displayed in front of him. My wife grinned nervously back. He turned to Sarah. "Say Sarah," he continued, lowering his voice. "You know what we talked about before?" "Yeah" she replied, meekly, looking up at him. Then glancing, guiltily, I thought, at her boyfriend Steve. "Do you want to come into the pool with me?" The pool boy said. "Yeah" she muttered, shyly, then turned to her boyfriend Steve and pecked him on the lips. "Go for it" I overheard him whisper back. He smiled at her. Sarah rose and stood by the pool boy. His muscular physique made her look petite in comparison. He quickly peeled off his t-shirt, revealing an impressive six- pack and a hairless, well defined chest. He then reached down and tugged at his shorts, pushing them down his legs, revealing his tight fitting Speedo's. The Beginning Of Our Adventure My wife tensed and let out an inaudible gasp as she saw the pool boy's obviously, barely concealed, cock straining at the material of his trunks. She looked down and then away, a flush of colour beginning to glow on her chest. Sarah's mouth parted slightly and she inadvertently bit her bottom lip as she too noticed the pool boy's bulge. I quickly caught Steve's eye and he looked back at me, slowly shaking his head, again, with a knowing grin. The pool boy took Sarah's hand and the three of us watched as they descended into the sparkling water. "What a twat!" I suggested quietly to my wife and Steve. "I know" he replied. "But Sarah quite likes him". He went quiet, and watched pensively as the big black man and Sarah made their way to the thronging crowd in the middle of the pool. My wife looked at me with a furrowed brow. Confused, like I was. "Anybody want another drink?" I asked, trying to divert the subject. "Yeah, why not" Steve replied, turning back to look at us, shaking him out of his thoughts, once again ogling my wife's tits. We sipped our cocktail and bottles of beer, talking and at the same time trying to keep tabs on Sarah and the pool boy. They were lost in the packed pool. Steve told us that they were going home the next morning and he gave my wife their phone number, which she tapped into her mobile. "Maybe we can meet up back at home?" He said, "You know, look at each other's photos and all that". He laughed, we laughed too, knowing full well that that was probably very unlikely to happen. Suddenly, I caught sight of Sarah on the far side of the pool. I gasped as I saw the pool boy kissing her, holding her tightly to him. She was responding, meeting his deep kisses, her legs wrapped around his waist, their groins grinding slowly against each other. His hands kneeded her breasts as his thumbs flickered over her very aroused nipples. She seemed completely oblivious to everyone around them. Christ, what's going on? I thought to myself, tapping my wife's leg urgently so that she too could see what was happening. She quickly found them in the throng of people and her jaw dropped. "Fuck!" she whispered under her breath. Gradually, we looked over to see if Steve had noticed. He had. "You OK Steve?" I nervously asked, not knowing how he was going to respond. "Yeah, yeah, it's OK" he replied and shrugged his shoulders. "It's what she wants, it might sound daft to you, but it's what I want too" "Huh?" my wife muttered, incredulously. We were both confused and not sure if we were supposed to be angry with Sarah, supportive of Steve or just simply keep our noses out. "We both quite like doing things with each other and ....er....other people, if you know what I mean" "Uh yeah" I replied, almost stunned at his response. Not completely sure of what he meant. We shifted uncomfortably in our chairs, not knowing what to say to each other. We all saw the pool boy leading Sarah by the hand, back across the pool and up the steps towards us. I clutched my wife's hand under the table as they approached, fully expecting a scene to develop. Sarah looked flushed and had a smile on her face. She looked up at the pool boy and then looked towards her boyfriend. "Enjoy you're .....erm......swim?" Steve spoke first.. "Oh God, yes!" Sarah replied excitedly and winked. I couldn't believe this was happening. The black man, still dripping wet, looked over at us, grinning, like the cat who'd got the cream. His bulge had grown; the tip of his cock was threatening to poke rudely out of his tight trunks. Sarah, wet through too, grabbed a towel but not before I saw a glimpse of her pussy underneath her sheer bikini bottoms. She caught me looking and winked at me suggestively. ""C'mon Steve" she muttered, turning to her boyfriend, "We've got to get back to the room......now........I'm dripping wet" she lowered her voice, "You don't you want to see your girl getting fuck......?" She caught herself "Erm...cold tonight?" "Uh.....OK" Steve replied, rising quickly from the table. I stood too, gobsmacked, waiting to say farewell and wish them all the best for the rest of their holiday. Steve reached over and shook my hand. "Looks like it could be a long night....." He winked and smirked. Sarah, still damp, came around the table and put her hands around my waist and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Y' know...." She paused and whispered into my ear "Why don't you come back with us, it'll be a laugh. Just think, you three guys and us two girls......, It could get a bit playful tonight". She stepped back, smiling, and a smouldering, lusting look on her face. "What d'ya think?" She looked down and could see the obvious growing firmness in my swimming shorts. Eyes wide open in mock surprise, and then licking her lips, she continued, "I bet you'd like a bit of, erm... playtime?" "I, .er......er, I don't know" I responded. My legs had almost crumbled. I glanced across at my wife who had, I thought, got the gist of what was going on. Sarah sighed, and then looked back over at her boyfriend and the pool boy. "It's a shame" she said, knowing that I was going to refuse "Just think us in our room, just the three of us........wet clothes.......horny.......a big bed....whatever could happen....?". She looked at me, then my wife and smirked. "See you soon". Sarah re-joined the other two guys, grasped their hands, turned and started to walk slowly back into the hotel. She patted each of the boys cheekily on their bums. "See ya!" Steve said loudly over his shoulder with a broad smile. We both sat back down, shocked at what we had just witnessed. My wife looked back at me, a little confused. "Do you think ...erm... ..that they......?"She muttered. "What?" "Do you think they're going back up there for a threesome?" "I wouldn't bet against it!" I said, chuckling. "Didn't you hear that Sarah, what she said to me?" "What?" she shot back, putting her hand on my leg, her eye's examining mine. "She asked if we wanted to go back with them, join in, and have a bit of fun......" I looked back at her, a smile developing on my lips. "Oh... my.... God!" she looked down and picked her glass up from the table. "I don't believe it! What did you say?" "Not tonight Josephine!" "Oh God!" she laughed, "A threesome!" "I know!" I replied. We remained at the table for about thirty minutes, watching the other guests playing in the pool, laughing and chatting loudly. A lot of the younger girls brazenly undressed, their youthful breasts, teasing the guys, sitting on their laps, demanding their attention. We smiled at them and to ourselves, deep in thought, taking in the atmosphere. My mind couldn't help wandering back to what Sarah and Steve and the pool boy were doing back in their room. Was she being fucked senseless by those two horny guys? I was getting aroused just thinking about it, my erection getting firmer by the minute, imagining all their stroking, sucking and licking, her legs wide open, their cocks slamming deep inside her, cumming...... "Would you?" my wife murmured, jolting me out of my erotic thoughts. She stroked my leg, embarrassingly near to my raging hard on. "Would I what?" "You know..... do that...... have a threesome?" She smiled and looked down shyly at the table. Perhaps she'd been thinking the same thoughts as me. "No, I love you!" I said quietly to her. "I love you too. But it sounds quite kinky though, doesn't it?" "Yeah, I suppose" I wondered where the conversation was going. My cock was aching now, almost busting a hole in my shorts. She glanced into my eyes and then down, seeing the pressing bulge between my legs. She smirked and then rubbed the back of my hand. "I thought it was every man's dream. Having a girl, and two fellas taking turns with her in a threesome?" "Yeah, I've got to admit. I have....er......thought about it once or twice" I smiled at her, couldn't believe I said it, that we were having this conversation. She smiled slowly back and held my gaze. I picked my glass up and took a much needed, greedy gulp. I swallowed and put the glass down, watching the other guests either playing in the pool or chatting like us, around the surrounding tables. I looked back at her. She was still looking straight into my eyes. A light hearted, questioning look on her face. "Have you ever thought about me" she muttered quietly, leaning towards me "With another man?" I almost spluttered. "Yeah, to tell you the truth, I have. She grasped my hand tighter and her mouth dropped. "What!? "She said "You'd let me fuck another man?" she paused "You're a sick bastard!" "I'm sorry...... but you were asking" I shot back. She grasped my hand even tighter and a sly smile grew on her face. "But I'm married..... to you" she continued, "Nobody would want to....." She looked around and whispered, leaning closer still, glancing at her sparkling wedding ring, "Fuck me...would they?" I snorted and put my other hand over hers. "By the looks you've been getting all day my love, I think you'd have plenty of takers". "Seriously though" she said "You'd seriously like to have me in a threesome with another guy?" "I've got to admit...well.....yeah, I would" My mouth went dry and I tensed up expecting her to go berserk. "I'm sorry". She smiled back. "I'm not upset; I'm just a bit shocked that you want me to do something like that." She paused briefly, "It's a bit of a turn on though!" "You know ", I said, bravely, I thought, "I thought that while we were on holiday, and nobody knows us, then maybe we could..... "Do it? Do that?" she gasped "Maybe" She took another sip of her drink; I could see she was becoming slightly more drunk as the night wore on. A broad smile crept up her face. She put her glass down and leaned ever closer to me. I could feel her hot breath on my cheek and in my ear. Her hand left mine and crept onto my thigh, edging tantalisingly close to my now throbbing erection. The tips of her fingers curled slowly around the bulge. She kissed me. "Would you really do that? Let some other guy fuck me?" I could sense her breathing harder now, getting more excited. Her fingers stoked my rock hard length. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking. "Yeah, yeah I would" I breathed, starting to feel her slowly moving her finger tips up and down. "So you would actually enjoy seeing me sucking another mans's big hard cock?" I nodded and gasped as she squeezed my firmness. "Have you ever wondered..........." She gasped and whispered into my ear, "What it would be like to see me, your wife.........Oh God......what it would be like to see me being fucked by a guy with a really, big, hard cock?" "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Yeah, sucking him off and then having him bend me over, sticking his dirty, hard cock into me". "Oh fuck!" I moaned, feeling her fingertips moving faster. I checked once again that nobody had noticed us. They hadn't. She sniggered and continued. "Really?" "Yeah" "Oh God" she mumbled and kissed my ear again. "It's so exciting knowing other men want to do that to me but what I can't understand is how excited it's making you!". She sniggered and squeezed my cock again. "Fucking hell, you're teasing me, you dirty bitch". "I know........but just imagine". She sighed and sat back up, flushed, her eyes, checking, like me, that our dirty conversation hadn't been noticed. She took another drink and drained her glass. Her eyes glanced down at how hard she'd made me. She smirked. "Dirty bastard...." "Just being honest......" "I know you are, but just hearing you talk about me screwing other men makes me wet.....down there". She parted her thighs slightly and moved in her chair. "Oh God! Oh Shit!" "What's up?" "Jesus, look what you've done to me!" I looked across. She sat back, looking down towards her chest at her exposed bare breasts, skin shining in the poolside lights. Her nipples stood out more rudely and erect, as excited as I'd ever seen them before. Obviously she was aroused by the idea of another guy sucking her firm, proud tits. "Better give me that top to put on" she muttered anxiously. "Let's go back up to the room" "I think we should" I replied. I was looking forward to this. We held hands and walked past the other guests, both of us smiled nonchalantly but embarrassed, trying to hide our obvious arousal. She couldn't hide her pert nipples, tented under her thin top. She tried to act sober and ladylike but, I knew, like she did, that in a few minutes time she would be on all fours in the room, covered in my spunk, moaning filthy obscenities as I rammed my engorged fat dick into her. Chapter 4 Back in the room, we fucked, talked, played with each other and fucked again. I hadn't cum as much since I'd first met her at my friend's party. She was definitely excited about what we'd talked about. The questions we asked each other during the next hour or two. Could we? Should we? Would we? Would I be jealous......mad even? Maybe I would be jealous, but seeing her moaning and the look on her face while another guy's thick cock made her cum over and over was too hard for me to dismiss. It was wrong. It was something I shouldn't even be thinking......but I couldn't help it. "Which would you like better my love" she gasped as her mouth left the tip of my cock, a string of saliva attached messily to her lips. "Watching me suck your cock or seeing me getting fucked right in front of you?" I groaned and put my fingers through her hair. "Oh God....mmmmh....just imagine how big his cock would be! Can you picture its thick girth? Can you see it probing against my pussy lips, looking for a way in?" She sniggered; I rolled my head back as she fondled my excited balls. "Jesus! This is getting you sooo...hard! Mmmmmh.......are you picturing his thick shaft? Is that it? Are you seeing him fuck your beautiful wife with his big hard cock? Are you gonna cum again, picturing another man's cock? Fucking your wife? Pleasing me? Tell me my love....tell me that's what you want me to do .....tell me baby.....I want to hear you say it......tell me!" "You fucking, dirty little slut!" I grabbed her hair gently, stood up from the edge of the bed and pushed her backwards over the bed. I stood over her, holding her legs open wide by the ankles. She tilted her swollen pussy lips towards my cock, dripping both in her juice and my cum. "What did you say?" "I want to fuck other men!" "Fucking slut!" I pushed forward and urgently rammed my dick up inside her once more. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened but no sound escaped. She was cumming. Her cunt contracted around my pumping cock tightly as I shot yet another torrent of warm spunk deep inside her. Chapter 5 The morning came and we rose bleary eyed. She showered then put on a new skimpy bikini which would expose as much skin as possible so as to get an all-over tan. To go to the restaurant she pulled a t-shirt over her top and a small, sexy pair of cut off denim shorts. She knew I liked her in those. They showed off her smooth, toned legs and shapely bum. It was going to be another day by the pool. First would come breakfast in the poolside restaurant. It was expensive but we thought 'what the hell', we were on holiday. On the way down, we decided to call in at the shop to get a couple of bottles of water. I paid and started meandering out, pausing to pull her away from the high end clothes at the side of the shop. "Oh Hi-Ya", we heard behind us. We turned. It was Sarah from the night before. "Oh Hi, I thought you were going home?" my wife said, noticing Steve appearing from behind a rail of souvenirs. "Alright?" he muttered. Black circles under his eyes. No sleep. "Alright mate" I replied, "What times your flight?" "About three hours, getting the plane and then we're going home" We stood looking awkwardly at each other, not knowing what to say. "Did you have a good night last night?" my wife asked. "Yeah, yeah" said Steve. "It was a.......long night though" Sarah cut in, "He only left about an hour ago" "Who did?" I said, suddenly realizing my mistake. "Y'know....Sean, that big black fella you saw last night. "Oh....erm.....Oh Yeah...." my wife tried to join the conversation. Sarah sniggered and turned to clutch Steve's arm. "That guy....he's got stamina, I'll give him that" She mumbled and smiled at her boyfriend. Steve slowly nodded his head and rolled his eyes. She continued "Let me tell you......." "Come on, we've got to go Sar...." Steve interrupted, a little embarrassed smirk on his face, pulling Sarah gently towards the exit. She reached over and took my wife's hands. She leaned close to her. I could just make out what she was saying. "Let me tell you, it's true what they say. Y'know... about black men. That fucker Sean, he kept me up all night!" "C'mon!" Steve whined. "They don't want to know about all that" He pulled his girlfriend more forcefully towards the door. We smiled back, bemused at their antics. Sarah turned, laughing now. "Fucking huge" she whispered excitedly, eyes wide open. She mouthed silently to my wife as if in secret, nodding. "Big......" "Oh come on!" Steve mumbled, a little irritated. He looked at me, in exasperation and said "Get in touch when you get home folks, tell us how you've got on" "Uh.....OK" I replied and we watched them walk out of the shop. I looked at my wife and we both shrugged our shoulders. What Sarah had said had confused us, but we got the gist. It had planted thoughts. We got seated at a table in the restaurant and after looking at the menu and giving our order to the waiter we sat back and relaxed. The jets of finely misted spray wafted over us bbriefly, giving us welcome respite from the searing heat. The two glasses of fresh orange juice came first and tasted refreshing. I noticed my wife looking distant; she gazed into the set down jug of juice watching the drops of condensation roll slowly down the sides. "What's up?" I asked quietly. "Nothing, nothing." She slowly lifted her eyes to meet mine. "It's just that..........Oh.......it's just that I was thinking about that couple from last night." "What? Steve and Sarah?" "Yeah, they seemed to have .....erm......enjoyed themselves, don't you think?" "Yeah, she seemed very happy!" I said, a smile curling on my lips. "He was too. He didn't seem to mind sharing and all that." "Yeah, well, that's what I'm thinking about." "How do you mean?" "Well, you know what we talked about last night" "Yeah...." I didn't know where this was going. "I've been thinking, I've decided that if you want to take things a little bit further, I'm willing to try." She reached forward and put her hands over mine. "We should really make the most of the next few nights." "Uh, huh" I managed to reply, gob-smacked. "You know" she whispered "We both have the same dreams, we should follow our impulses, make this a holiday to remember." "If you're sure" I said. I didn't know what else to say. "Do you want to see it happen, Y'know, have a go?" she asked with a slight, inquisitive frown. "Yes.......I think so....." "You wouldn't be jealous or be angry with me?" "No, I mean, as long as it's just.... erm........." I lowered my voice "Just fooling around, not serious" "I think it would be a laugh, it would make me love you even more than I do already." We smiled and gazed into one another's eyes. Her hands rubbed over mine. "You really want to do this, don't you?" I muttered. She paused and nodded slowly. She got up from her seat, leaned forward and kissed me. "A lot," she whispered and kissed me again. We found a pair of sun loungers, one in the shade, the other fully exposed to the sun. My mind raced at what my wife had just said. It had been my idea originally but she had gone further and actually wanted to make things a reality. She seemed happy now, not a care, as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Perhaps she had wanted to say what she had said for a while now. The Beginning Of Our Adventure I couldn't help feeling a little anxious about what it all entailed but at the same time I was excited and the constant hardness of my cock reminded me of that. She sat down on the lounger, took off her t-shirt and shorts and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. "This is going to be good" she said, looking around. "Pass me my sun cream would you?" I watched her smooth the cream all over her fit body, from her smooth legs, her flat tummy and over her toned arms and shoulders. She was highly desirable. She knew it, I knew it, and all the other guys around the pool knew it. Reclining back down, she put her sun glasses on and prepared to bake under the sun's rays. I looked at her glistening, gorgeous body lying prone beside me and groaned to myself in smug satisfaction. I thought about what she'd said, what she'd want to do and what we did in our room the previous night. I grabbed a towel and put it over my swim shorts. I couldn't hide an erection like that! "You don't think anybody would notice do you?" she quietly said, shaking me out of my erotic daydream. She slowly pulled the straps of her bikini from her shoulders leaving her breasts teasingly resting in the cups. The cups had lowered, giving me, and everyone else who wanted to look, a glimpse of the tops of her brown nipples. "No, no" I groaned back, smiling to myself. An hour later, we ordered a couple of late morning cocktails from a dumpy girl in an inappropriate short skirt. We sucked our Pina Colada's through a straw, quietly watching the world go by. My wife sat up, cross legged on the lounger, I sat back with my hand behind my head, absorbing the heat, listening to the soothing background sound of people chatting, the poolside music and the kids learning to swim in the shallow water. A couple of well built, young guys, in their early twenties, must have been college jocks, strolled past with bottles of beer in their hands, laughing at a joke one of them had told. The nearest one to us accidentally bumped my lounger. He looked down at me and excused himself. I nodded back in acceptance. Then I noticed he was looking, gazing at my wife. She was looking back at him. She looked over her sunglasses at him and looked into his eyes. Suggestively. She licked her top lip. Their look at each other lasted a few moments longer than it should have done. Then it was all over. He carried on along the poolside, glancing once over his shoulder. She sat back with a small satisfied smile on her face then turned to me. "You don't mind me flirting just a little bit do you?" "Did you like him?" "He seemed nice....maybe I'd like to do something more than flirt......." She lifted her glasses, stared at me, smiled and winked. All I could do was smile back. She paused "I feel a little bit guilty" she said, "Just how far are we taking this? I mean, it's a little bit naughty isn't it?" She giggled. "As far as you want my love" "Oh God!" her face dropped, she groaned and closed her eyes. "Does that mean that if I wanted to.........." "Yes." She softly bit her lip as if in deep thought and pulled her bikini top back over her shoulders. She paused momentarily. "Do you want to come back to the room with me for a while?" "Yes." She stepped inside the room first, the cool air conditioning a welcome relief. She threw her pool bag onto the floor and I watched her pull her t-shirt over her head. Afternoon sex was always so wrong.......but at this moment it was going to feel so right. "Won't be a second" I said and darted into the brightly lit bathroom for a piss. I tidied myself up and walked back through to the room. She was sat, head back, eyes closed in an armchair at the far end of the room. Her smooth legs dangled, one over each arm of the chair, spread wide. She had pushed her bikini top up over her tits, rudely displaying herself, delicious nipples erect. Her hand had pushed her bikini bottoms to one side and she stroked herself furiously, running a finger temptingly along her wet slit, circling her throbbing clit. It was the filthiest, yet most exciting thing I had ever seen. "I can't help thinking about this........I wonder what two cocks at a time would be like......." She groaned, her eyes half opening. "Are we definitely doing this?" She whimpered. "Definitely" I replied, not able to take my eyes off the scene before me. I quickly undressed and lay back on the bed to continue watching. My hand quickly started pumping away at my rock hard cock. "When can we do it?" she gasped "Soon" "What would you make me wear?" "Something sexy, something slutty" "Oh Godddd......" Her fingers squeezed gently at her breast. "Would you be there?" "Yes" "Fuck, that is soooo dirty......you'd watch another man fuck me?" "Yes" "What would you make me do?" "Everything....... make him cum like you make me cum" "Fuck, you're so fucking dirty..........I'm gonna cum soon....tell me more.........keep telling me more about all the cocks I can get to fuck." She started raising her hips, her orgasm building, two of her fingers dipped into her cunt. "Tell me!" she demanded. "I want to be slut and fuck other men." "Just imagine" I moaned, feeling my balls tightening. Three guys on you, one taking your wet pussy, the other in your tight ass, one with a fat cock......Oh God......in your mouth." Her fingers moved faster and faster in and out of her slippery hole. She let out a low, guttural groan. "That's it......that's it......I'm cu......cumm......Oh FUCKKK". I watched as the wave of orgasm hit her turning her legs to jelly, her tummy rising and falling, her mouth wide open as if pleading for it not to stop. "Jesus......fuck......" I grunted and glanced away from her and gripped my throbbing cock firmly as a spray of my warm spunk splashed messily all over my fingers and onto my belly... She panted, I panted too. We both looked into each other's eyes, unspoken questioning, coming down from our climaxes. "Tonight?" she said. "Tonight." I nodded. Chapter 6 At eight in the evening I awoke, feeling bright, wide awake. She remained asleep next to me, her arm draped over my chest, her leg wrapped around mine. I took in the surroundings as they came slowly into view in the darkness of the room. I was pleased with the room we'd booked. The bed seemed massive and comfortable. The legacy of the driving holiday and our orgasms last night and earlier this afternoon had tired us out more than we'd thought. We'd been asleep for getting on for six hours. 'Oh well' I thought, the night is still young. She shifted next to me and wakened. "Hi ya" she said softly. She turned and checked the time on her mobile. "Christ, is that the time, I'd better start getting dressed so we can go out." "We don't have to rush" I murmured. She rolled back over and kissed me. "We've got plenty of time." She put her head on my chest and sighed. "God, that was a good sleep. I'm just a bit pissed off that I didn't get as much sun as I should have done. I want to be brown for when we go home" "There's always tomorrow" "I know" she kissed me again. "I'm nervous,I've got butterflies in my tummy now though" she whispered hotly into my neck. "Why?" I said, although I knew perfectly well why. "You know why!" she giggled and squeezed my arm. "Let's just enjoy the night. You hungry?" "Starving" I called down for room service and pulled on my pants and a t-shirt quickly when our food and drink was delivered to the door. I gave the man a tip while my wife hid naked behind the bathroom door. "Burger and chips......again? She jokingly said when he'd gone. "Oh my, what's this?" She grabbed the two bottles of champagne I'd ordered. "This all for me?" "Yeah, get some food down you.......I'll open a bottle." I nibbled at some chips and poured us a glass each of fizz. "Cheers!" I lifted my glass to her. "Cheers!" she replied, looking me searchingly in the eye. "Whatever happens...." We lazily moved about the room sipping at the champagne and eating while she ran herself a deep bath. "What shall I wear?" she asked. I looked at her underwear in the drawer and picked out a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra. A brief thought went through my mind. Would I be the one peeling her panties down tonight? "What about a dress?" she muttered and grinned, "Short and slutty or tight and sexy? "I'll let you decide" I said, "Something sexy......naughty?" "Dirty sod!" she chuckled, "I'll find something." She went for her bath with a happy, distant look on her face. I showered, pensively admiring her body through the glass, relaxing in the hot bubbles. My dick firmed up as I thought about what could happen. I sighed happily to myself. The champagne was definitely working. The nagging feeling that we could be getting ourselves, our relationship in trouble kept tugging away at me. The more I had sipped, the more the possible pitfalls kept ebbing away. I toweled dry and watched her bathe. She shaved her legs and lathered between her legs. She knew I liked a smooth, hairless pussy. She smiled up at me and when she'd caught me looking and finished with the razor she said. "Well, you never know who'll be looking........" I put on a smart shirt and a pair of clean jeans. Smart casual. I finished my glass and poured myself some more champagne and topped her glass too. We'd finished the first bottle between us and both felt quite light headed. My mind was in a haze as she sat in front of the mirror, naked, drying her hair. What was she thinking? Was she really serious about all this? The hairdryer stopped, she paused and looked at me sitting patiently on the edge of the bed in the mirror. "I'm nervous" she said quietly. "So am I" I replied. She smiled back. "But I'm quite excited too. I don't think I've spent as much time thinking about what's going to happen, what I'm going to wear, what make- up to put on, ever since my first date with you." I grinned back at her and thought about the first time we went out with each other. They say you shouldn't take things too far on a first date, but I remember, like her, the animalistic, frantic fucking over the bonnet of my car at the bottom of the pub car park. We got married three years later. "Maybe....." she continued, "Maybe it's different when I know I could be going with another......" She stopped herself. "I love you" I said. I meant it. "Love you too" she replied sweetly, turning back to fix her hair in the mirror. "Say, why don't you go down to the casino and wait for me? I'm going to be a while yet." I opened the next bottle and put it on the dressing table for her. "OK" I said. "Don't be long." I affectionately touched the side of her face with the back of my fingers and kissed her. She pulled me closer to her and we kissed more deeply, our tongues swirling hungrily around each other's mouths. "It'll be alright won't it?" she frowned. I hoped it would be alright. "Yeah, don't worry. If you don't feel right about anything we'll do something else." "OK. You get off.....I'll see you soon." She kissed me again. I stood upright and straightened my shirt cuffs, feeling strangely confident. Looking at myself behind her in the mirror, I let out a sharp breath. I looked into her face once more and boldly said "Right, let's do this." Chapter 7 I walked from the room to the lift, down the long corridor. I wondered what was going on behind all those doors. Would they know what we were planning? I thought about my wife putting on her lipstick and makeup and thought about the people she was getting dressed up for. It was an extreme sexual thrill knowing she was perhaps going to give in to the pleasure of another man. The anxiety I felt, outweighed by the feeling of my firming cock. I entered the busy casino floor. The shrill loudness of the slot machines, the whoops of excited, unseen winners, the clattering of the balls on the roulette tables. They were a sudden shock from the haven and quietness of our room. It was now about eleven now. Probably peak- time. I found a roulette table and waited to give the croupier a couple of hundred dollars. It was a stupid game, but if I won big, I'd promised myself to walk away. Some chance. My mind was on edge as I waited for her to appear next to me. I didn't know how we were going to approach this. How would we, or more to the point, she, find the opportunities? Time passed. A couple of small wins concentrated my attention on spreading the chips around the table. There wasn't much room, the tables were buzzing. Complete novices stood shoulder to shoulder with hardened gamblers. The roulette took over. I began to enjoy myself. I ordered a large vodka and tonic from a waitress. Then it was happening. It was excruciating. I nursed my drink and watched my wife enter from the casino entrance. Every man in the room saw her sexy, stunning body glide across the room. Her dress left little to the imagination. Every man wanted to fuck her. I knew that her deepest fantasy was for that to happen. The people around my table looked at her, then at me, when she put her hand on my shoulder. The other guys on the table smirked and muttered to themselves or to their friends. I turned and pecked her on the cheek. She looked beautiful. She had managed to bridge the fine line between beautifully provocative and slutty. I'd never been as proud in my life. She smiled, sensing all the looks she was attracting. I could smell her perfume and appreciated the incredible effort she'd put into getting ready. I ordered her a drink and offered her my place to play with my chips on the table. She smirked and kissed me on the lips. "You promise I don't look ridiculous" she whispered, more to herself, flicking her hair back, looking anxiously around. "I'm going over to the bar over there." She pointed to a smart, plush bar to the side of the casino. Obviously a little more expensive, perhaps exclusive. I knew then what she had planned. "I'll get a seat on the bar. You stop where you are. You'll be able to see me from here. Have you got your phone?" "Yeah" "Let's give it thirty minutes or, if I give you a call .......let's give up" "OK" I replied and watched her leave my side, smoothly walking in her high heels through the milling crowd to a seat on the bar. I felt that everyone seemed to go deathly silent as she took a seat. I caught her glancing at me from across the room and I immediately thought 'Bloody Hell, she looks fit tonight'. Then it dawned on me that she wasn't doing this for my benefit. She looked elegant, ladylike, perfect hair and make- up. Yet there was something else as she crossed her bare, silky legs to one side, her thigh length dress riding further up. She looked........available. "You've got yourself a damn fine lady there, man." The statement bought me back to my senses and I turned to the guy who had said it. "Thanks" I replied. "You'd better watch out in here though." He drawled in a heavy American accent. "All the guys will want to try their luck...." "I know." I said, smirking. "Over my dead body!" Chapter 8 I tried to concentrate on the roulette. One eye followed the game, the other watching my wife on the bar. She had bought herself a drink and struck up an informal conversation with one of the barmen, I saw them politely making small talk. She buried her head in her mobile phone, probably texting messages to her friends back at home. The gamblers in the casino seemed to be drifting away. Either penniless, or, more likely, making their way to bed. An influx of suited men, they looked like delegates from a business convention, swarmed throughout the floor. It must have been a good party because they all seemed in high spirits. It was probably because they had the freedom away from their wives and husbands. Most headed straight to the lifts to their rooms, a few hung around the gaming tables or went for night- caps at the various bars. Looking over once again at my wife, I could see her gently shaking her head courteously at a couple of older men who had had the bravery, egged on by their friends, to ask her if she wanted a drink. I noticed her glance at me through the room and she smirked. I turned to watch the roulette wheel once more, aware that our allotted time for our little game was coming to an end. Five minutes later, I looked across. She had more company. This time he seemed more of an interest to her. I stood there watching, my stomach churning, unaware of the game going on around me. He left for the toilets and I could see her quickly grabbing her phone and sending me a text. "He's nice" Fucking hell. Was this it......? My breathing raced, my pulse pounded in my ears, my eyes no longer focused. I looked down at my phone at the message. I didn't think that this would happen but............I felt strangely horny right now. Another text suddenly appeared. "How far do you want me to take it?" With trembling fingers I managed to tap out a reply. "Do something naughty?" She arched her eyebrows, smiled and looked up at me across the room, forming her lips to a silent, inquisitive "Really?" I nodded slowly at her. "Sir, Sir!" The croupier was trying to attract my attention. I put fifty dollars of chips blindly down on a random number in a panic. My mind was racing. It definitely wasn't on the roulette. When the ball came to a rest in the spinning wheel and I had lost my money, I called to the croupier to cash me out. Out of two hundred dollars, I had thirty dollars left. I darted quickly to a bank of slots closer to the bar. I could see her laughing, staring intently at the man, through a gap in the machines. He seemed young, perhaps ten years plus younger than us. I presumed it was one of the businessmen getting a late drink. He took off his tie and folded it inside his jacket pocket. My wife, being flirtily attentive, leaned forward and adjusted his shirt collar for him. My mouth went dry. He didn't seem unattractive from a man's perspective. I watched with grim fascination. My heart leapt when he rose from his seat, took my wife's hand and started to guide her to a booth deeper into the bar, hidden away from the rest of the room. She glanced quickly over her shoulder, towards the roulette table, where moments ago I had been standing, trying to find my face. I wasn't there. Chapter 9 I had to move closer now. Getting to where she had been sitting, I ordered a large vodka tonic and looked around, trying to find out where he had taken her. In a deep, secluded booth I found them both. He seemed very relaxed, almost smug, his feet resting nonchalantly on the table in front of him. He nursed his whisky to his chest while he and my wife talked. She perched on the edge of her seat, her body and legs angled towards him. My jealousy began to rise. Her laughter at his little jokes and her unflinching eye contact told me that this man had taken a hold on her. I let the feeling pass, telling myself that this was what we had talked about, how uncomfortable it would be for me to see her with another man. She moved further back into the leather seat; her bare sexy legs provocatively pushed outwards, her smooth thighs exposed. He had shifted closer to her, legs touching, his big hand rested affectionately on her thigh. Their eye contact, unwavering, tipped me over the edge. I recognized the look she was giving him, it was the look she had given me the first night I had fucked her. She was almost giving him permission for him to seduce her. Enough. I rose from the bar and walked purposely with my drink to stand directly in front of them. My wife, suddenly noticing, pulled her fingers, suggestively picking lint, away from his jacket sleeve. "Oh Hi!" she gasped. Not knowing where to look.