0 comments/ 59687 views/ 10 favorites Couple & The Soldier By: carolinky This is a story about a married couple that meets a US Army Ranger while vacationing in Cancun. Captain Jim Maze draped a hotel beach towel over his arm and walked toward the couple sunning on the beach. He made a quick assessment. The man was stocky and looked older than the woman. He guessed late thirties. The woman, on the other hand, had to be in her mid twenties. She was wearing a yellow bikini that accentuated her long tanned legs and flat stomach. Resting on her back it was hard to tell for sure, but her breasts appeared to be just a little over a mouthful. They were obviously forbidden fruit considering the large diamond ring on her left hand. "Are you guys Americans?" Jim asked. "Yes we are." Mike Jones replied as he lowered the Stephen King book he had been reading and looked up at the young man. "Would you mind if I joined you?" Jim asked. "No. Please pull up a chair." Mike answered. "I think that one's free." Emily added pointing to an empty beach chair. "Thank you." Jim pulled his chair next to the woman. By the way, my name is Jim Maze." "Hello Jim. This is my wife, Emily. I'm Mike Jones." "Hello Emily…Mike." He shook Mike's hand. "It's good to run into Americans down here." "We know what you're talking about there." Mike replied laughing. "But the local people are so nice." Emily responded. "They have to be sweetheart, otherwise it would hurt tourism." "You got that right." Jim added. "So where are you both from?" "Kentucky." Emily replied proudly. "Hey, I thought I detected a little southern twang. I bet you're Kentucky basketball fans." "Yes we are!" Emily answered. "It's part of being a Kentuckian." Mike chuckled. "Where're you from?" "Kansas." "So does that mean you're a Kansas Jayhawk?" Emily asked with a frown. "Nope, I'm a Kansas State graduate." Jim lied afraid that a truthful answer might hurt his chances befriending the couple. "That makes me a Wildcat fan, too." "Great! Emily and I have met a few snooty KU fans at the tournaments." "They can be aggravating at times." Jim answered as he pulled off his shirt. Emily pretended not to stare. But it was hard not too; Jim Maize had the tightest six-pack abs she had ever seen. She was fascinated by the way his muscles flexed and rippled as he flopped down beside her on his back. She quickly turned her head and exhaled nervously before finishing her tropical drink. The alcohol left her head spinning. She pushed her shoulder length blond hair behind her ears and looked at her husband. He was smiling from ear-to-ear and she knew why. XXXX Mike and Emily Jones began planning their Cancun vacation a year earlier. As their tenth wedding anniversary approached, Mike was determined to make it a memorable one. He filled Emily's head with visions of a tropical paradise where couples freely explore new and exciting things. At first she didn't realize exactly what exploring new and exciting things might include. Mike in a very well thought-out manner began introducing seemingly harmless fantasies. First, and at Mike's insistence, she had shaved her pubic area leaving only a neatly trimmed "heart shaped" area. Then Mike brought home a dildo. Her immediate response was one of total embarrassment. She giggled uncontrollably as she sat watching Mike lubricate the 8-inch "life like" penis. After playing hard to get, she finally relaxed and let him slip the "awful thing" between her swollen lips. The intensity of her orgasm left her covered in chill bumps. Needless to say, the dildo became a regular part of their bedroom games. Secretly, it was a wonderful variation to Emily's afternoon solo performances. It was one of the unspoken truths in their marriage. She enjoyed masturbating but was too embarrassed to tell Mike. She was also afraid that he might get the wrong idea, too. One night as Mike rubbed her clit, he handed her the dildo and asked her to pretend someone else was making love to her. Although she had already done that many times in the afternoons, it was such a shocking request coming from her husband that she stormed out of the bedroom. Later, after some playful coaxing, she acquiesced. It finally began to sink in what freely exploring new and exciting things included. It left her feeling confused. One night after a lackluster performance in bed, Emily had asked, "Do you fantasize about other women while you're making love to me?" Caught off guard, Mike admitted that like 99% of men he frequently had fantasies involving other women. However, he was quick to point out that didn't mean he loved Emily any less. He had absolutely no intention of acting on it. Of course, that made perfect sense to Emily since she had similar fantasies while masturbating. Just thinking about another man while masturbating definitely didn't mean she was willing to really do it with her fantasy lover. Just as she had everything figured out in her mind, Mike confessed his tawdry fantasy. "I want to watch you in the arms of another man." The words just came right out and then there was silence. They both tried in vain to go to sleep that night. The next day they had a big fight. Emily threatened to call off the trip. Mike begged Emily to stay calm. A week passed without any further discussion about Mike's fantasy. Then, as if nothing had happened, they had great make up sex and immediately resumed their bedroom games. Neither spoke about the other man fantasy; at least not until they were walking hand-in-hand at a Lexington mall. As they passed a lingerie store, Emily said, "Would you like to help me pick out a few seductive outfits for our Cancun trip?" Then out of the blue she added, "just in case we find that special someone to hold me in his arms." Mike was speechless. Emily wasn't serious about the other man fantasy. She couldn't think of any situation where she would let another man see her naked much less make love to her. Besides, deep down she knew that her dear husband would never allow the fantasy to go too far. The chances of meeting someone in Cancun and then getting comfortable enough to do something sexual was a million to one. It was absolutely unrealistic unless of course you believe everything you read at those "dirty" story websites. So, Emily played along with Mike's fantasy. She purchased a Japanese style kimono and chemise. Then at another store, she bought two mini skirts and a light blue tie-die mini dress with blue bra and panties. Mike was serious about the fantasy, however. She should have sensed Mike's seriousness when he placed a box of Trojan Lubricated Condoms on the check out counter at Wal-Mart. XXXX "So, what brings you to Cancun, Jim?" Mike asked. "I thought I'd come down here for a little R&R before rejoining my unit." "I thought you might be a military man." Emily replied. "The high and tight haircut is a dead giveaway." Jim chuckled. Emily giggled. Mike looked at his wife and smiled. "What branch of the service?" Mike asked. "I'm in the Army." "What do you do?" Emily asked. "I'm in the 75th Army Ranger Regiment." "Wow!" Emily responded. "We're so proud of what you guys are doing." "Thank you but I'd rather not talk about the military. What are you guys down here celebrating?" "It's our tenth wedding anniversary." Emily answered. "Congratulations." Jim quickly ran the numbers in his head. Maybe she was older than mid twenties. Of course, he had heard that girls get married at an early age in Kentucky. "Thank you." Mike replied. They spent the next two hours getting acquainted. They talked about Kentucky and Kansas, their families, politics, and how Mike and Emily met in college. Jim was surprised to learn that Emily was thirty six. She definitely looked younger and he made a point to tell her. "Emily and I are going on a dinner cruise tonight. Would you like to join us?" "I wouldn't want to impose." Jim replied. "We'd love to have you join us." Emily added. "So, that settles it. We can meet in the lobby at 6." Mike replied squeezing his wife's hand. XXXX The dinner cruise was on a pirate ship. All of the crew dressed as pirates and the Captain was called, obviously, Captain Hook. The evening was jammed packed with activities, dancing, great food, and a sea battle with another pirate ship. Emily and Mike laughed uncontrollably as Jim played a musical chair game. Jim lost the game, however, after giving up his chair to the lone woman in the game. For the rest of the cruise, Mike and Jim took turns dancing one fast song after another with Emily. It was a great evening. Later at the hotel, Jim shook Mike's hand. "Thank you for inviting me along tonight, it was a great cruise." "We had a great time, too." Mike answered patting Jim on the shoulder. Emily smiled and embraced Jim. It was an awkward moment for Mike. Then it was over with a gentle kiss on the cheek. XXXX The next morning Jim had already pulled three chairs together and was waiting for Mike and Emily. "Good morning, Jim." "Good morning, Emily…Mike." "Emily and I were just talking about how much fun we had last night." "I had a great time, too." Mike and Jim spent the next thirty minutes girl watching. Emily rested on her stomach. "Look at that lady over there, Jim." Mike said. "Wow." Jim replied. Emily glanced over her shoulder at a very young topless brunette. "Okay boys don't let your eyes pop out." Mike laughed. "There's another lady over there." Jim added. Emily sat up and stared disapprovingly at Mike. "When are you going to take your top off, Emily?" Mike asked. "I don't think anytime soon." Emily sat up and squirted some lotion on her stomach. "What do you think Jim? Wouldn't you like Emily to take her top off?" "Well, I uh…I mean…that's up to Emily…I don't…" Jim stammered. Emily giggled nervously at Jim's uneasiness and finished rubbing the lotion in. "Come on Emily take it off." Mike reached over and untied the strings around Emily's neck. "Mike what are you doing?" Emily crossed her arms over her breasts holding the bikini in place. Jim turned and looked at Mike and then Emily. "Tell her you want her to take it off, Jim" Emily looked at Jim. He smiled and then said, "I think Emily should do whatever she wants." Jim turned and stared out at the ocean. Emily's pulse was peaking at about 120 beats a minute. That, in turn, caused her breathing to grow rapid. She tried with all her might to calm down. But it wasn't meant to be. She couldn't go topless. A little voice whispered, "Take it off. It's what you've been fantasizing about for the past year." Then another more rational voice, "He'll think you're a slut. Don't sacrifice your morals." Emily took another deep breath and looked at her husband. This was his silly game. Maybe she should do it just to see how he reacted. "Come on Emily relax." "Mike, I don't think this is a good idea." "We're on vacation for God's sake!" As Emily leaned forward, Mike untied the string along her middle back and tugged gently. "Please don't." Emily protested. "It's okay, baby, you're beautiful." Mike tugged again. This time, Emily shrugged her shoulders. Sensing an opening he tugged harder finally freeing the skimpy top from her crossed arms. Emily glanced over at Jim. He was still staring out at the ocean. She glanced at her husband. He was smiling that "winning smile" of his. She sat back and slowly lowered her arms while looking timidly around the beach. No one appeared to be gawking, or even worse, laughing. "You look so sexy." Mike responded triumphantly admiring at his wife's exposed tits. Emily closed her eyes and whispered, "This is a big mistake." Trying not to be so obvious, Jim turned slowly first glancing at Mike. He smiled and gave a "thumbs up" sign. Jim nodded his head approvingly. Emily's breasts sagged slightly but still appeared to have a lot of elasticity. She wasn't large at all. He could easily suck one tit all the way inside his mouth. Jim rolled over onto his stomach and tried to think of something other than Emily's pointy little nipples. At first he turned his head in the opposite direction, but the image of her breasts was too powerful. He turned and gazed at the forbidden fruit just an arms length away. He would have to stay in this position for a long time. Mike spent the rest of the morning watching the men passing back and forth between the beach and their hotel. By his count, sixteen men walked right past Emily. The knowledge that complete strangers and their new friend, Jim, were admiring his wife's tits left him in a state of constant arousal, too. He fought unsuccessfully to control it; but his little head had a mind of its own. Fortunately, his Stephen King novel provided good cover and concealment. "What are you guys planning tonight?" Mike watched Jim's expression as his wife carefully tied her bikini top. "We're thinking about going dancing at the clubs." Mike replied. "Would you like to come?" Emily asked. "What?" Jim replied still caught up in watching Emily covering herself. Mike laughed. "Would you like to go clubbing with us tonight?" "Yes I would." Jim replied. "We won't be able to stay out too late. We're supposed to take a Mayan tour first thing in the morning." "You want to meet in the lobby again, say around 7pm?" Mike glanced at his wife. "That sounds like a good idea." XXXX Emily and Mike spoke hardly a word on the elevator ride up to their room. As soon as the door closed they were locked in each other's arms pulling their bathing suits off and falling onto the bed. They didn't waste any time with foreplay. The foreplay had already begun down on the beach. Mike moaned as his cock slid into his wife's willing body. "Oh God, Mike, you feel so good," Emily moaned as he began to slowly seesaw in and out of her slippery pussy. "You were so hot at the beach." Mike groaned. "Did it excite you knowing that Jim and all those men were looking at your tits?" Emily moaned as Mike picked up the pace. "I know it excited you. You're nipples were rock hard." "Mike!" Emily protested. "Tell me it excited you Emily. "Yes, yes, it did," Emily whispered, her excitement rising rapidly with each thrust. "I counted sixteen guys, not including Jim." "Oh God!" "Watching those guys looking at your body turned me on." "I shouldn't have done it." "I'm so glad you did." Mike kissed his wife. "It's was better than I ever dreamed. All I can say is thank you for doing it. I love you so much." "I love you, too." Mike picked up the pace. Sweat dripped from his body as the rhythmic sounds of love making filled the room. They stayed in the missionary position with Mike rising up on outstretched arms. He pounded away with all of his might. As might be expected a fantasy began to take shape in Mike's mind. Like countless times before it was another man making love to Emily. Only this time it wasn't just any man, it was Jim Maize from Kansas. Jim was fucking his sweet wife and she was moaning and groaning for him. It was a powerful image; too powerful. He fought hard to control himself. "Oh God, baby, I can't hold on any longer." he moaned. "Here it comes!" They both screamed. When their orgasms subsided, Mike collapsed forward on top of Emily. "Wow," Mike moaned, "I can't remember the last time I came like that!" "Neither can I." Emily replied honestly. Their lips met in a tender kiss. "Mike, you had the strangest expression on your face right before you climaxed." "I did." Mike replied sheepishly. "Yes. What were you thinking about, darling?" Mike rolled off and stared up at the ceiling. He was treading on unfamiliar ground and had to be careful what he said. He didn't want to do anything that might spoil any opportunity to act out his fantasies. "I was thinking how hot it was watching you this morning." Emily ran her fingers across Mike's hairy chest. She tweaked his nipples. "I counted sixteen men that went out of their way to see your tits." Emily felt a chill race through her body. "I'm not sure but I think Jim had to lay on his stomach to cover up his erection." Emily pinched his chest then pulled out some hair. "Ouch!" "I'm sure he wasn't thrilled by my saggy tits." Mike turned and faced his wife. "First of all, your breasts aren't saggy. Second, from Jim's expressions he wasn't disappointed at all looking at your breasts. Well, that's not exactly true." "What do you mean?" "I'm sure he'd like to wrap his hands around these breasts. Just like this." Mike pushed Emily onto her back and sucked her left breast into his mouth. Emily sighed. "He'd probably run his hands down between these long tanned legs." Emily began giggling uncontrollably. Mike slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. She responded by raising her hips and letting out a deep laboring moan. "It's true. You could have Jim if you wanted." "I have the only man I want right next to me." They kissed passionately. Mike lowered his head down across her belly and began sucking on her thigh while working his fingers in and out of her pussy gently increasing the intensity. "You could have him right in this bed." "I don't…want…oh fuck…to….have any other man." "I think Jim would like to have his hand buried deep inside your pussy." "Don't say." Emily protested unconvincingly. "You know this turns me on." Mike responded. "I think you'd like to have Jim's cock doing this instead of my fingers." "Mike…no…no…don't say that…Oh God!" Emily was on the verge of orgasm. His dirty talk was turning her on. "Mike I can't…Oh God…don't stop!" Emily cried out. "Come with Jim." Mike commanded thrusting his fingers wildly into her pussy. Mike…Mike…oh…oh…oh…!" After her climax passed, Mike slowly kissed his way back up to her neck. "Jim was looking right at these beautiful breasts." "He kept staring and smiling." Mike licked her nipples. "Did it make you horny?" "Mike." "Come on Emily, tell me." "At first I felt so uncomfortable." "I could tell." Mike added. "But sitting there between you and Jim…" Emily paused and stared up at the ceiling. "Its okay baby, tell me how you really felt." "You promise not to be mad?" "Of course not sweetheart…I love you unconditionally." "I know I shouldn't have these feelings, but it left me feeling tingly all over." Ken's heart leaped. "I love you Emily." "It doesn't mean that I want to do anything with Jim." "I know baby." She turned and stared at Mike. "I just felt so alive." She closed her eyes as if thinking carefully before continuing. "But I don't think we should do anything like that again." "But what if I told you that it would be okay to take the next step with Jim?" "The next step…Mike…you're not serious. Taking my top off is enough." Emily whispered. They didn't speak for a few minutes. Both were unsure of what to say or do next. "It's okay baby to have those feelings." Emily rolled her eyes. "Just exactly what would be the next step?" "Something along the lines of flirting, maybe some playful touching and a kiss." "You want me to kiss Jim…in a sexual way…then let him touch me?" "Yes," Mike answered truthfully. "I don't know what to say." "Just say you'll keep an open mind." "What?" "As much as I would like to control what happens I know that I can't. Just keep an open mind and be spontaneous." "Spontaneous?" "Yes be spontaneous." "We don't know anything about Jim." "We know he's a war hero and that says a lot about his character." Mike sat up on the bed. "Remember the story I told you about that website that encouraged patriotic dates with military guys going to Iraq and Afghanistan?" Couple & The Soldier Ch. 02 This is Part 2 of a story about a married couple that meets a US Army Ranger while vacationing in Cancun. Captain Jim Maize sat behind Emily and Mike Jones on the bus ride to the dance club. Emily was wearing a miniskirt and pull over blouse with spaghetti straps. At Mike's insistence she wasn't wearing a bra. Once again she had acquiesced. Jim meanwhile couldn't help but wonder if her miniskirt was signaling some subliminal message. Her blue miniskirt was covered with small sunflowers; the state flower of Kansas. It wasn't however. The sunflower patterns on the miniskirt were just one of many strange coincidences that were bringing Jim, Emily and Mike together. When they walked into the dance club, Mike turned to Jim and said, "Would you like to dance with Emily?" "Yes I would if you don't mind." "Of course I don't mind." Emily looked at her husband and frowned. Mike hugged his wife and whispered, "Go ahead Emily…enjoy yourself. I'll find a table." "I'm not going to…" Mike kissed his wife before she could finish her sentence. "We're on vacation Emily." He pushed her back gently in the direction of Jim. She kept staring at Mike until Jim placed his hand in the small of her back. "Come on Emily." Mike watched his wife walk hand in hand with Jim to the dance floor. Much to his surprise he felt a little uneasy as they disappeared into the mass of dancing couples. He shook his head and then found a booth with a good view of the dance floor and ordered three tropical drinks. As he sipped his drink he began recalling his favorite Literotica Loving Wives' story. It was about a man who wanted to share his wife with another man. Mike took another sip and scanned the dance floor. Emily and Jim were dancing not far from where he sat. He closed his eyes and thought about the Loving Wives' story. After months of sharing fantasies the wife finally agrees to act on her husband's fantasy. Mike took another sip. The story had been his blueprint over the past year. At a dance club, much like this one he thought, the wife dances with different men until finally settling on Mr. Right. Later, Mr. Right has passionate sex with the wife while the husband sits and watches. In the story the sex is great and everyone is satisfied, including the husband. He took another sip and downed the last drop. He reached for Emily's drink and took a sip. It was amazing how everything was coming together just as he had fantasized. The dance floor was quite a spectacle. The techno-funk sound was hypnotic. It was large enough to accommodate about 300 people. Tonight, however, there were only about 100 couples dancing. Even to the most casual observer, it was obvious Emily truly enjoyed dancing with Jim. She was having the time of her life. Jim was sweeping her off her feet. When the song ended, Emily and Jim embraced and he kissed her. It was just a gentle contact of lips and it left her happily light-headed. She rested her head on his chest and savored the enjoyable feeling of being held in his strong arms. Mike sat opened mouth. He glanced down at his empty glass. Somehow during watching his wife dancing and then kissing Jim he had finished Emily's drink. Now, he was feeling an incredible buzz coming on. He lowered his head and fought the urge to take Jim's drink. When he looked back at Jim and Emily they had finally broke their embrace. She waived as they started walking toward the booth. But suddenly a loud siren sounded and then the club strobe lights started flashing. It energized the crowd. Everyone on the dance floor began jumping up and down as the music seemed to step-up to another intensifying level. Those sitting in booths and around the dance floor joined the crowd. Mike waived for Emily to continue dancing. Couples and singles were all twisting and gyrating their hips and bodies. It was the most decadent scene Mike had ever witnessed and his sweet innocent wife was right in the middle. Out on the dance floor, Emily leaned forward at the waist and twisted her hips mimicking the other dancers. It was a mesmerizing site for Jim. He moved up behind her placing his hands on her waist guiding her as she wiggled her hips. It was difficult not to press his groin against her tantalizing hips. As Emily turned to face Jim, her breasts jiggled beneath her silky blouse. It was a tantalizing site. Then a young Mexican guy moved up behind her and placed his hands on her waist. Emily looked at Jim and he just shrugged his shoulder. She smiled and continued dancing until the Mexican pressed himself against her butt. She jumped forward, but the man stayed with her dancing seductively. Jim took a few steps backward so that they could move to another part of the dance floor. But the Mexican man followed. Then the unexpected happen. Jim stared in absolute disbelief as the Mexican clutched the bottom of her blouse and lifted it up exposing her breasts. Emily's eyes opened wide as she realized what was happening. But before she could respond the man squeezed her breasts. It didn't take long for her to react. She spun around and slapped the young man's face. He grimaced and raised his hand just as Jim stepped in between. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed. "Let's go!" Emily screamed as she pulled her top back down. "Are you okay?" Jim asked. "Yes, but I've had enough of the night club scene for one night." Jim clutched her hand and led her to the booth. "What happened?" Mike asked. "Some guy grabbed her." Jim answered. Mike stood up and staggered to Emily. "Are you okay?" "Yes, but let's just go." Jim glanced at the three empty glasses on the table before following Mike and Emily out of the club. They stood together clinging to the overhead rail on the crowded bus. Mike was already regretting drinking so much in such a short span of time. He wasn't used to drinking like that at all and now he was feeling very light-headed. At the first bus stop several people got off and Mike flopped down in the first available seat. He motioned for Jim to sit with Emily. "I should have been watching out for you." Jim said. "It's not your fault. I probably overreacted." "No, he had it coming." "You think so?" "You should have seen the expression on his face." "Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar." "That's right." They both laughed. Emily held Jim's arm and snuggled. "Thank you for being my knight in shinning armor." "It was my pleasure." Jim glanced at Emily's tanned legs and the skirt that was riding dangerously high. Emily, meanwhile, had turned her head and was busy looking out the window unaware of the view she was affording Jim. He began to consider his options. Should he just lean over and give her another kiss? Or, even better, just casually lower his hand and rest it on her knee? What was the worst thing that could happen? She might slap his face, too. He chuckled. Or, she might get up and go sit with her husband. Then again, she might welcome his hand on her knee. He glanced at her skirt just inches below her panties. What about her husband? What would he do? He glanced over his shoulder at Mike. He was sitting one row back on the opposite side. Mike smiled and nodded his head. It was obvious from the expression on his face that he was slightly intoxicated. But why was he nodding his head? Was he approving of something unspoken? Maybe Mike wanted him to have his way with Emily. Not much chance of that he reasoned. They were here celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. But then he thought about the events of the last two days. It was at Mike's insistence that she had finally gone topless. It was Mike who encouraged him to dance with Emily on the Pirate dinner cruise. Then tonight he did the same thing. Mike had motioned for him to sit with Emily and now he was sitting back there nodding his head. Maybe they were inviting him to participate in some bigger fantasy that would have to obviously stay in Cancun. "I wouldn't mind that at all." He thought staring at her tanned legs. It was time to take action. He slowly lowered his arm and rested his hand on her knee. Emily turned her head and smiled. "It's such a beautiful night." "Yes it is." Jim replied. "But the night pales in comparison to the beauty sitting next to me right now." Emily giggled at Jim's ridiculous "pick up" line. She guessed he'd probably used that line on other women. She wondered if it had worked with them…too. She closed her eyes. Yes, it was working on her too. Everything that she and her husband had talked about was only supposed to be a little harmless fantasy. She never intended on actually following through with her husband's demands. Now, here she was letting a complete stranger rest his hand on her knee. It was a discomforting thought that she had come so far in just a few days. Even more troubling for Emily was the mixed feelings racing around in her head and the tingly sensation racing up and down her legs. Being "hit on" by this handsome hunk of a man, a war hero nonetheless, left her feeling unsure of what she would do if he started moving his hand higher. Jim moved his hand away for a brief moment while she straightened her skirt. When she looked back out the window he placed his hand on her leg just above her knee. "Other than the incident with the guy at the club, did you have a good time tonight?" "Yes I've had a wonderful time." She responded. "You're a very beautiful woman Emily. Mike is an incredibly lucky man." Emily sighed. "I mean it Emily." She turned and smiled nervously. "What's the matter?" Jim asked. "Oh it's just everything that's been going on since we got here." "Well you've come to the right place to enjoy new things." "I guess so." Mike, meanwhile, was trying desperately to listen. But the sounds of other people talking and the roar of the bus engine drowned out their voices. Frustrated, Mike glanced around the bus. As he looked up at the window next to his seat he made an interesting discovery. The darkness outside coupled with light inside created a mirror image of what was going on inside the bus. He turned immediately and looked at the window next to Emily. The angle provided a clear view of Emily's lap and Jim's hand resting between her legs. It was a sobering sight. Instead of feeling aroused and elated he had an overwhelming feeling of doom and despair. He turned his head away and counted to ten trying to calm down. It wasn't the reaction he had expected. In the stories, the husband was always turned on by the site of another man touching his wife. Now, he was feeling sick. "Not so fast young man." Emily replied squeezing Jim's hand. "Sorry." Jim replied waiting for her to push his hand away. But she didn't. Emily was battling mixed emotions. There was doubt how she was beginning to feel about Jim. But there was also no doubt that what she was feeling was absolutely wrong. She realized that her conservative nature had to take over. If not it was frightening to think what might happen next. She was a married woman for God's sake and she had no right to be having these feelings. There was no way she was going to lead him on anymore. This was the end of the road as far as she was concerned. She was only playing along to satisfy Mike's twisted fantasy and never intended for it to go this far. Jim, obviously unaware of Emily's uneasiness, began moving his hand up between her legs. The inside of her legs felt hot and damp. It immediately caused an uneasy stirring inside his pants. As luck would have it, the bus driver announced their hotel stop. As they walked up to the hotel, Mike pulled Emily back and motioned for Jim to walk on ahead. "Are you guys okay?" Jim asked. "Everything's okay. We just need to talk for a minute." "Okay." "What was going on back there?" "What?" "I watched Jim run his hand all over your legs." "You also watched me stop him too." "That's true." "I'm so embarrassed." Mike felt his jealous anger quickly fade. "Don't be sweetheart." "I'm turning into a slut." "Nobody thinks you're a slut Emily." "If he didn't think I was a slut he wouldn't have put his hand on my legs." "Jim's a lonely guy on his way to Afghanistan looking for a little female companionship." "I'm married for God's sake!" Emily stopped in mid stride and stared right at Mike. "Doesn't that mean anything to you or Jim?" The words stung. Mike pulled Emily into his arms and squeezed her gently. "It means everything to me." "Then why do you want me to play this game?" Mike thought carefully before answering. He had run the full range of emotions. First, he was elated that Jim and Emily had danced together. Then he was jealous at the site of Jim rubbing his wife's open legs. Now, he was back to thoughts of how am I going to salvage this fantasy? "Jim is perfect for what we've been talking about for months." "Actually you've been doing most of the talking." "Okay that's true but you have to admit you've enjoyed our dirty talk too." "It's different when it stays between us." Emily broke free of Mike's embrace and started walking. "Now, we have a real person." Mike clutched her hand. She jerked away. "I want you to think about what I'm about to say." Mike voice began to quiver. "First, I love you more than anything in the world. I think Jim is perfect and besides I think you're starting…to…have…feelings…for…Jim." "That's not true." Emily protested. "Look at your nipples, they're rock hard." "That doesn't mean anything." "Oh come on Emily I wasn't born yesterday." "Well, it's getting cold out here." Mike laughed. "Let's invite him up to the room for drinks." "Mike." "Come on Emily." "Let's invite him up to the room and just see where all this takes us." "I'm not ready for that yet." Mike almost stopped dead in his tracks. Had he heard her correctly? She said that she wasn't "ready for that YET." It was an interesting choice of words. Or, had she just misspoke? Maybe there was hope after all. "Okay, whatever you want." Mike replied. Emily let Mike hold her hand as they joined Jim in the lobby. They walked out to the terrace overlooking the ocean and stood quietly listening to the crashing waves and the wind blowing through the palm trees. "Well, this didn't exactly work out the way we planned." Mike said. Emily laughed. "It's still early." Jim added. "What time do you have to catch the bus for the Mayan Tour?" "They pick us up at 7 am." Emily answered. Jim glanced at his watch. "It's only 9:30." "Let's go skinny dipping." Mike responded half joking. "Mike!" Emily protested. "I'm game if you guys are." Jim responded. Mike and Emily stood open mouthed staring at Jim. "I mean…it's up to Emily." Jim quickly added. Not waiting for her answer, Mike grabbed Emily and led her down the pathway to the pool. "Everyone can see from the hotel." She protested. "Let's go in one of the smaller ones." Jim said. The hotel had two large swimming pools big enough for volleyball or lap swimming. It also had several smaller more intimate ones spread around the resort large enough to accommodate 4 to 6 people. Each had a waterfall cascading down into the waist deep pools. They were dimly lit and the waterfall along with the tropical flora provided privacy for anyone sitting in the pool. Emily started giggling as Mike pulled off his shirt. "This is crazy." "Come on Emily get naked." Jim said. "I'm not getting naked first." "Okay." Mike replied pulling his pants off and then underwear. Emily giggled at the sight of Mike's white butt and jiggling "handle bars" as he walked down the stairs into the pool. "The water's great." Jim undressed quickly. Emily's heart raced as he stepped up on the ledge and walked slowly down into the pool. She giggled excitedly at the sight of his white butt, and then had to turn her head away when she got a brief glance at his dangling balls. "Come on in Emily. The water is warm." Jim shouted. "Turn your head." "What?" "Turn your head." Mike looked at Jim and winked. "She's very naïve." Jim smiled. "He'll cover his eyes Emily." Jim quickly raised his hands up over his eyes. "Okay." Emily answered. "I'm not looking," Jim lied as he spread his fingers wide enough to peek out at Emily. Emily took one last glance at the hotel and then stepped closer to the pool. She laid her purse on the bench and then wiggled her skirt down over her hips and legs. She looked at the guys. Mike was watching but Jim, true to his word, was sitting with his hands over his eyes. Emily pulled her top off and laid it on her miniskirt. She started to walk toward the pool. "Wait a minute. You can't come in here with panties on. You'll get them wet and then when we go back into the hotel everyone will think you've wet on yourself." It didn't dawn on Emily that without any towels to dry off with her clothes were going to get wet anyway. Emily turned her back to the pool and pulled her panties down. "She has a nice ass." Jim said just loud enough for Mike to hear. "You haven't seen anything yet." Mike responded. "Keep your eyes covered." Emily shouted. "Okay." Jim replied. Mike laughed. Emily pressed her right arm over her breasts and then covered her pussy with her other hand. She walked quickly to the pool. As she stepped up on the ledge, she placed her left hand on the railing and walked gingerly down into the tiny pool. The lighting was just right. Jim got to see everything including her small heart shaped bush. He was hard before Emily settled down into the water next to Mike. "You can lower your hands now." "Thank you." Jim responded. "Thank you for not looking." "You're very welcome." "It's a beautiful night." Mike said as he pulled Emily closer and kissed her on the forehead. "Yes it is." Jim added. Much to everyone's surprise, it was awkward sitting together in the pool. Emily was already thinking about how she was going to get out of the pool without being seen. Mike was wondering how he was going to get Jim and Emily together. Jim, on the other hand, was lamenting the fact that one of the pool lights was burned out in the very spot where Emily sat. Disappointingly, he couldn't see a thing. It was difficult for Jim to stay in place. He wanted desperately to reach out for Emily and pull her into his arms. Things began to change dramatically, however, when Mike pulled Emily closer and they kissed. "Let's put on a little show for Jim." Mike whispered. "I don't think so." "Come on sweetheart he won't mind." Emily looked at Jim. "Just a few kisses and then we'll go up to our room and have passionate sex." Emily shrugged her shoulders. "No." "Come on Emily or I'm going to tickle you?" "Keep your hands to yourself." Mike wiggled his fingers against Emily side. She started giggling. "Don't…tickle…me…stop…don't…tickle." Emily protested thrashing about in the water; her voice growing higher and higher as Jim tickled all the right spots. It was driving her wild. Her giggles quickly turned to cackles. Jim watched his new friends splashing about in the water. Emily was trying with all her might to break free of Mike. Her movements of protest, however, caused her tits and ass to bob out of the water. It was an unbelievably arousing sight. Jim ran his hands under the water and started stroking his cock. For someone so cautious about exposing herself, Emily had suddenly lost her inhibitions. Or, had she? It was Mike that was deliberately lifting her so that Jim could get a good look. "Stop tickling me!" "You love to be tickled Emily." Emily pushed her feet against the pool wall and Mike let go. The powerful force of her legs sent her sailing right into Jim's arms. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her as she floated onto his lap. It was a mesmerizing sight for Mike. His naked wife was in the arms of another man; and he was naked, too. Couple & The Soldier Ch. 03 This is this final installment about a married couple that meets a US Army Ranger while vacationing in Cancun. The next morning Mike and Emily got up early for their Mayan Tour. They rode the bus from the hotel to the central bus station where they exchanged their vouchers for bus tickets to Chichen Itza. As they sat on the bus watching the other tourists settle into their seat, Mike glanced out the window and spotted Jim running across the parking lot. "Look whose coming." Mike said. Emily's heart leaped as Jim stepped up on the bus. "Good morning guys." "Good morning Jim." Emily replied. Her face felt flushed as she pushed her hair back behind her ears. It was difficult to face Jim after her behavior last night. Despite her better judgment she had got caught up in the moment and went skinny dipping with her husband and Jim. Then when it was time to go she had practically stuck her pussy in Jim's face as she stepped out of the pool. It was so out of character and now she felt an incredible amount of shame. "It's good to see you." Mike said as he winked at Emily then shook Jim's hand. "I hope you guys don't mind if I tag along." "Of course we don't mind." Emily replied reaching out to pat Jim's hand. Jim stowed his day pack on the overhead shelf and then sat down across from Emily and Mike. It was a beautiful ride to Chichen Itza. The tour guide was entertaining and informative. He provided a historical overview of the Mayan people and all the speculation about what actually happened to them. When the bus finally arrived at the archeological site, the tour guide asked that everyone stay together for at least the first half hour. After that everyone was free to tour the ruins. After fifteen minutes of following the tour guide around and listening to one tourist keep asking questions about where the Mayan people went, Jim, Mike and Emily decided to break off and do a little exploring on their own. "Let's go climb up the El Castillo." Jim said pointing to one of the most prominent landmarks on the Yucatan Peninsula. Built before A.D. 800 the "castle" dominates the landscape. The steps up to the top are incredibly steep and some speculate that the steps were designed that way to ensure that you never turn your back on the temple of Kukulcan that crowns the pyramid's top. "It looks kind of steep." Mike groaned as they crossed the open field and stared up the steps. "It's amazing they were able to build something so magnificent." Emily said as they stopped to take in the view. "They were an amazing culture." Jim replied. "Their calendar is pretty damn accurate. I think it all comes to an end in the near future." "I heard that some people think that's when the world will end." Emily responded. "I don't thank so, Emily. No one really knows when the world will end at least that's what the bible says." Jim answered. Mike shrugged his shoulders. "Okay I'm going up first." Emily announced as she started the climb. Mike took a deep breath and followed Emily. Jim let them move up about ten steps before he started his climb. The steps were steep and treacherous. About one-third of the way up, Mike stopped. Sweat poured down his face. "God I'm in bad shape." He moaned as he pulled his ball cap off and wiped his forehead. He looked down at Jim and then back up at his wife. She was continuing her ascent, seemingly without any effort. "Are you okay?" Jim asked as he caught up with Mike. "Go on." Mike motioned exhaling heavily. "I can't make it." "Come on you can make it. It's supposed to be a great view up there." Jim said trying to convince Mike to continue. "I don't have the lungs to keep climbing." Mike replied lowering his head. "No problem." "Take some pictures up there." Mike said handing Jim his camera. Jim took Mike's camera and slid it into his day pack. "Be careful going back down." Jim said. "I'll be waiting for you guys at the bottom." Emily was already half-way to the top. Jim had strong legs and it didn't take long for him to catch up. In spite of her baggy shorts and Kentucky Basketball t-shirt, Emily looked hot. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled tightly through the opening in the back of her UK cap. Jim stopped for a moment and looked back down to see if her husband had made it to the bottom safely. He spotted Mike walking across the field to a park bench underneath a small clump of trees. Jim smiled as he turned and looked up at Emily. Her baggy shorts provided a nice view of her tanned legs and when he leaned forward just a little bit he could see her not so sexy white panties. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Please God let me get this woman in bed before I go back to the war." It was an immoral prayer that had no hope of being answered; at least not by God. Emily paused as she reached the top. "I can't step up there." She sighed looking frantically at Jim. "I'll fall." "It's okay Emily I'm right behind you." Jim responded placing his hand on her hips. She started to move back down the steps. "You can't go back down you're almost at the top." Jim blocked her. "I'm scared." Emily cried as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "I'm right here and I won't let you fall." Jim moved up and hugged her. He motioned for another climber to go on by. "You can do it." He whispered. "Okay." Emily crawled cautiously on all fours up onto the platform. "See you made it." Jim said as he helped Emily up on her wobbly feet. They stepped inside the temple room and leaned against the wall. "I wanted to go back down so bad." Emily said her emotions still in disorder. "I'm so proud of you Emily." Jim replied giving her a big hug. "Now look at the view." Emily turned slowly and then stopped. "Don't let go!" Jim wrapped his arms around her waist. "I've got you Emily." "God it's beautiful up here." Emily whimpered gazing at the ball court ruins to the northwest. "Yes you are." Jim replied. Emily squeezed Jim's arms. "I mean it Emily. You're beautiful." Emily patted Jim's arms. "I think I can stand on my own now." Jim released Emily and watched as she placed her hand on the wall and walked back inside the temple. She gazed out the doorway facing the southwest and the jungle. "Amazing isn't it?" Emily responded leaning out to look to the left and then right. "Don't get too close." Jim whispered. Emily took one step back and bumped into Jim. "Sorry." She whispered. Jim slipped his fingers into the belt loops on her shorts. "I've got you now." He moved his hands back and forth causing her hips to twist. "You can see for miles." Emily sighed ignoring what Jim was doing. "Yes you can." Jim responded exhaling in her ear. Emily shrugged her shoulders. She was doing her best to remain lady like and stay in control of the situation; but having Jim so close left her feeling weak and vulnerable. It was her fault she reasoned; especially after she let him see her naked. She had to figure out some way to cool things down. Emily had no intention of letting this get out of hand. Besides she was a happily married woman. "Let's check out the next view." She said. Jim released Emily and followed her back into the temple. The view overlooked the "Group of the Thousand Columns." "Look at all those columns." "They look like something you'd see in Gladiator movie." Jim chuckled. Jim reached into his day pack and pulled out Mike's camera. "Let's take a few pictures Emily." "Okay." She replied posing next to the opening. Jim snapped several pictures. As a middle aged man walked past, Jim asked, "Would you take our picture?" "Sure…how does it work?" "Just look through the viewfinder and press this button halfway down." Jim said pointing to the button. "When the picture focuses go ahead and push the button the rest of the way down." "Okay, sounds easy enough." The man stared through the viewfinder. Jim moved next to Emily and they both smiled at the camera. "Oh come on." The man said as he lowered the camera. "Give your husband a hug." Emily started to say Jim wasn't her husband, but Jim pulled her into his arms. "That's better." The man snapped two pictures. "Thank you." Emily said as the man handed Jim the camera. Emily walked to the next opening. "Don't step across that line." Jim shouted. Emily jumped back. "What line?" "Too late you already stepped across." "What are you talking about?" "There's only one thing you can do now to avoid the curse." "What curse?" "You have to kiss the first man you see." Emily looked around…they were all alone. Jim stepped forward and pulled Emily into his arms. She giggled uncontrollably. "I'll do my best to save you from the curse." "Jim…please…I'm…a…married…" Before she could finish her sentence Jim kissed her as passionately as he had ever kissed any woman in his life. Her thin body felt good in his arms. She rose up on her toes as he squeezed her tightly causing her to gasp for air. Jim felt emboldened and slipped his tongue into her mouth. To his delight she sucked down on it. "Oh…Jim….someone…might…see…us." Emily sighed. Jim glanced over his shoulder, "We're all alone Emily." Their lips locked together. Jim slowly moved his hands down her back and squeezed her hips. Emily exhaled heavily. Not sensing any resistance, he pulled her loose fitting t-shirt out and then slid both hands up underneath. Emily let out a deep laboring sigh as Jim squeezed her bra. She was wearing a bra that buttoned in the front. With a simple flick of his fingers, Jim undid the bra snap and covered her warm tits with his bare hands. Her breasts were small, but they felt firm and upright. Her nipples were erect and he played with them teasingly as he kissed Emily's neck. "I…can't…do…this…stop…please…stop." Jim's mind was in a fog as he massaged Emily's breasts. But he was also a gentleman, albeit an extremely aroused one, and when her words of resistance finally sunk in he immediately released Emily and stepped back. "I'm sorry." Emily buttoned her bra and tucked her t-shirt back in. She raced out of the tower. Jim followed along at a distance. He couldn't begin to understand what was going on between Emily and her husband. It seemed to him that this is just what her husband wanted. He'd been with lots of women before and the way Emily responded with his hands on her breasts was very telling. There was little doubt that she wanted too. If only he could convince her not to stop him next time. One thing was certain, however, if Mike wanted his wife to fool around with another guy then he was more than willing to oblige. Neither Jim nor Emily spoke a word until they reached the bottom. Mike, Emily and Jim spent the rest of the day touring the ruins. Neither spoke a word about what happened up in the tower. On the bus ride from the ruins to the restaurant and then later to the caverns of Balankanche, Emily sat next to her husband. Mike wasn't that attentive to what was going on and had no idea of the tension building between his wife and Jim. Emily reasoned that keeping her distance was the best course of action. But she couldn't stop thinking about his hand on her breasts and that caused her body to tingle in all the right places. This is what her husband wanted; he'd been talking about it for over a year. It was also what Jim wanted. But there was an even bigger question. What did she want? She was afraid to answer because she felt like she was standing on the edge and if the wind blew just right she might fall right into Jim's arms. For the rest of the day, she would keep her distance and let cooler heads prevail. That all changed, however, when the bus made its last stop at an old Mexican Catholic Church. As they loaded back on the bus, Mike followed Emily to their seat. As she settled in next to the window, Mike motioned for Jim to sit with Emily. She grabbed Mike's hand and shook her head no. But Mike pulled away and sat in the seat across the aisle. Jim settled in next to Emily for the long ride back to Cancun. Since the bus was cold and it was getting dark, the tour guide handed out pillows and blankets. Emily covered herself with the blanket. Jim, meanwhile, raised the middle armrest and then covered up under his blanket. When the guide turned off the lights Jim turned so that he could watch Emily. "I'm sorry about what happened up at the tower." "Me too." She whispered glancing across the aisle at Mike. He was sound asleep. "You're not mad?" "No, I'm not mad." Emily replied as she reached for Jim's hand. "I'm glad." Jim replied squeezing her hand. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Emily kissed Jim's forehead. "I know." Emily replied. Jim smiled. "I never imagined that I would meet someone like you." Jim said with all sincerity. "I hope you mean that in a good way." Emily replied. "What do you mean?" "Young military man meets desperate housewife." Jim chuckled, "Are you kidding? This has been the best vacation and it's all because of you." Emily squeezed Jim's hand. "I mean it, Emily. I've never been able to talk about the war as freely as I did with you last night. You're a very special person." "You're a very special person too." Jim turned and glanced at Mike. He was still sleeping. "Could I ask you a personal question?" "Yes." Emily replied still clutching Jim's hand. "Could a guy like me have a chance with you?" She squeezed his hand. "You know that I'm married." "Yes, I know." Jim massaged her fingeres. "But…I was just thinking…about…up there on the tower. I thought…" "You thought what?" "I thought maybe…you were…having feelings…too." "We shouldn't have done that Jim." "I know this is going to sound crazy, Emily. But I think…I'm falling…in…" Jim stuttered "Don't say it." Emily interrupted releasing Jim's hand and pressing her finger against his lips. "I'm falling in love with you Emily." Emily's heart raced. "Jim you don't know what you're saying." "I know what I'm feeling right now." Emily leaned back against the window and closed her eyes. Jim had used some very powerful words. It was so unexpected. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be some casual flirting so that Mike could live out his fantasy. It seemed impossible to her that two people could meet and then in an incredibly short period of time grow so close. But it was happening. There was no doubt. Jim was very perceptive; she was having feelings, too. Emily opened her eyes and Jim was just inches from her face. "I'm flying out tomorrow." "What?" "I'm flying back home to see my mom and dad and then it's off to Iraq." "I thought we'd have more time." Emily whispered. "I wish I had another week to stay with you." Jim replied. "This isn't right." She whispered. "I love you, Emily." Jim whispered moving his lips to Emily's cheek. Emily's mouth quivered as Jim kissed her gently. "I love you, Emily." Mike awoke from a deep sleep and glanced across the aisle. Even in the darkness, he could see that Jim and his wife were kissing. It was a sobering sight. He blinked his eyes several times. Suddenly he wasn't so sure. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "This is what you wanted." At the hotel, Emily wrapped her arm around Mike and whispered, "Tonight's Jim's last night in Cancun." "I thought we'd have another night." "Me too." Mike glanced at Jim and squeezed her hand. Emily squeezed back. "Are you tired?" Mike asked. "Not really." "Jim, let's stop in the sports bar for a drink." Mike said. "Okay." Jim replied. Jim followed Mike and Emily into the Champions Sport Bar. They found a small table near the two large pool tables. Mike ordered drinks while Emily excused herself to visit the ladies' room. "Emily says you're leaving tomorrow." "I have an afternoon flight to Kansas City." "We've sure enjoyed your company the last few days." "I've had a great time." Jim replied. "You mean you've had a great time with Emily." Mike chuckled staring at Jim. "Yes, but I didn't mean to offend you or anything.". "You haven't." Mike replied. "I saw you guys kissing on the bus." Jim's face turned bright red. "It's okay." Mike replied glancing over his shoulder for Emily. "It is?" "Yeah," Mike paused to take a sip of his drink before continuing, "Can I level with you?" "I hope so." Jim replied. "I know this is going to sound weird," Mike paused to gulp down the rest of his drink, "but its okay with me if you and Emily…" Mike reached for Emily's drink and sucked on the tiny straw, "you know…if...you…and…Emily…are…intimate." "What?" Jim replied. "I just want you to know that it's okay…to…fuck…my…wife." The words sounded harsh. "You're shittin' me?" "No, I'm serious." "I don't know what to say." "Say you'd like to fuck my wife." Mike replied amazed at how easy the words flowed. "Who wouldn't want to be with your wife?" Jim replied. "Okay, but there is one condition…actually there are two." "What kind of conditions?" Jim asked. "You have to use a condom and I get to watch." "You're not talking about some bisexual stuff are you?" "Absolutely not all I want to do is watch you with my wife." Mike replied a little offended by Jim's suggestion that he might be gay. When Emily returned she played pool with Jim. Mike, meanwhile, continued drinking. Later, while Jim paid the bar tab, Mike squeezed Emily's hand, "Are you ready to invite Jim up to the room?" "I don't know." Emily replied honestly. "He's perfect baby." "Nobody is perfect Mike. Besides I think we're asking for trouble." "Emily I know you're interested." "What makes you so sure?" "I can tell by the way you look at him." Emily shrugged her shoulders. "Let's go up to the room and see what happens." "Let's just say goodnight." Mike chuckled. "Let's give him a night he won't forget." "Mike this is crazy." Jim waived from the bar. "Look he's waiting." Tensions were high as they walked hurriedly through the lobby to the elevator. Jim and Mike made small talk about basketball while Emily stood impatiently pressing the up button. When the elevator finally opened, they stepped inside. Mike pressed the fourth floor button. Emily tenderly clutched Jim's hand as he reached to press his floor. Not a word was spoken as they walked down the hallway to the room. Mike pulled out his billfold and fumbled for the room card. In his hurriedness, he accidentally spilled the credit cards onto the hallway floor. He chuckled nervously as he quickly gathered them up. He stuck the card into the slot and the little light came on. He pushed the door open. Their room was magnificent. It was furnished with a king-size bed, a large couch with coffee table, a mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser, a ceiling fan that turned lazily overhead, and a patio enclosed on the sides. Their ocean front view was breathtaking. Mike walked through the room and opened the sliding door out onto the deck. The sounds of ocean waves breaking on the beach filled the room. When he turned, Jim and Emily were standing next to the bed. Her head was tilted to the side while they kissed. Jim was holding her around the waist while she gripped the back of his neck with her left hand. He was easing her down onto the bed. Mike staggered out onto the deck. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he turned the chair so he could sit facing the room. Jim eased her cap off and twirled it across the room. They both laughed. "You're so beautiful." He moaned as he ran his fingers through her hair. Couple & The Soldier Ch. 03 Emily sighed approvingly. Jim ran his hands gently over her cheeks across her shoulders and down her arms. When he reached her waist, he pulled her t-shirt out and then ever so slowly pulled it up over her head. She was wearing a white cotton bra. Just as he had done up on the El Castillo, Jim unsnapped the bra in front and then lifted it off her shoulders. Her breasts rose up proudly in front of him. He pressed his hands over them and squeezed gently. "Oh…God!" Emily sighed as she grabbed Jim's shirt. Jim pulled his shirt off and then took off his shorts. His erection strained to break free from his tight Haines briefs. "Take them off too." Emily commanded grabbing the top of his briefs. Jim raised his hips up off the bed and Emily pulled his briefs down to his ankles. His cock sprang up pointing in the direction of his belly button. She glanced at it. It wasn't much longer than six inches and his pubic hair was hairy and unkempt. Her heart pounded wildly as she reached down and squeezed it gently. Jim moaned. Emily smiled but remained captivated by the cock in her hand. She slowly moved her hand up and down the length while squeezing his balls. Jim moaned as pleasurable sensations raced through his body. Mike leaned forward in his chair and wiped his forehead. The reality of what was required to "give Jim a night he wouldn't forget" was finally beginning to sink in. It meant she would be holding another man's cock in her hand. It meant that the other man would be touching her in places that were previously only his to touch. He watched Emily playing with Jim's cock. It was a mind-boggling sight. Mike only consolation was that Jim wasn't any bigger. Emily crawled up on top of Jim kissing him repeatedly while he fumbled with the buttons on her shorts. As they wrestled together, he managed to push her shorts and panties down her legs. Finally, she was naked. He ran his fingers down along her spine to her butt. Ever so gently he slid his fingers between her butt cheeks. Emily let out a deep moan as his fingers glided between her thighs and stroked her lips. No man, beside Mike, had ever touched her there and although she knew it was wrong, she didn't want him to stop. "I want inside you." Jim groaned as he rolled Emily over onto her back. He moved slowly onto her kissing her stomach and breasts as he moved higher. Emily spread her legs wide. "You're almost there." Emily sighed as she spread her legs wide. Jim sucked on her neck as he thrust forward. They both moaned as he slipped inside. "God you feel good." Jim groaned as he thrust into Emily. She looked up at him nodding her head approvingly. Mike watched Jim's back arch and his hips flex as he fucked Emily. He had seen lots of x rated movies but nothing prepared him for the sight unfolding right in front of him. Her wedding ring sparkled as she moved her hand Jim's back as he thrust in and out. It was a difficult to watch. As their intensity increased, the sounds were even worse. Mike tried to cover his ears. Emily legs bounced back and forth in rhythm with Jim's thrusts. The pleasurable sensations racing through her body were moving her closer and closer to climax. She was way past the point of no return. Her screams filled the room as she climaxed. Jim kept thrusting as he grew closer. Mike stared in disbelief. Hearing his sweet wife climax with Jim left an empty feeling deep down in his stomach. He had heard that same scream and many other similar sounds during their ten year marriage. Now, it was difficult hearing her make those sounds with another man; much harder than he ever imagined. "I'm going to come." Jim groaned as he thrust wildly into Emily. When it was over, Jim rolled over onto his back. Emily got up and stuck her panties between her legs as she raced into the bathroom. Jim spent the night with Emily in the king size bed. Mike tried in vain to sleep on the couch but the sounds of their love making kept him awake. Three Months Later… Emily walked to the commode and sat down. She removed the cap and urinated on the test stick for six seconds. She slipped the cap back on and glanced at her watch. After wiping with toilet paper Emily laid the test stick on the sink. "Are you okay?" Mike asked. "We'll know in a couple of minutes." Emily replied as she finished washing her hands. "I'll love you no matter what the results." He whispered as he kissed his wife on the forehead. Emily looked at her watch. It was time. Mike watched as his wife looked at the test stick. "God, what are we going to tell everyone?" "You're pregnant?" "Yes." Mike and Emily embraced. "We'll just tell everyone that we had my vasectomy reversed." Emily glanced at the mirror. "What are we going to tell Jim?" "I don't think we should tell him anything." Couple & The Soldier She thought about the website and the news report. "Just think of this as your patriotic duty." "Wait a minute. The site wanted these women to sex with the soldiers." "That's right." "You're full of shit!" Emily crawled out of bed and took a shower. Her body and mind was reeling from the events of the last two days. In the span of 24 hours she had gone from modest housewife to topless beach bunny. She couldn't deny the fact that all of this talk with Mike about Jim and going topless on the beach had left her feeling incredibly aroused. Had she lost all modesty? She stood with her head under the shower nozzle. "What is the next step?" She moaned. Her mind began to play with Ken's suggestions. Maybe at the dance tonight, if the mood was just right, she just might give Jim a gentle peck on the cheek or maybe on the mouth. There's nothing wrong with a little friendship kiss. Emily ran her hand down along her belly to her pussy lips. Many unanswered questions raced around inside her head. What if he wants more than a kiss? What would she do if he touched her breasts? Emily ran her hand over her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. What if he felt her butt or explored other areas? What would Mike do? Would he rescue her? She lowered her head against the shower wall and masturbated. She muffled her voice as she climaxed. As she turned off the shower, she moaned, "God what is happening to me?" To be continued…