14 comments/ 68210 views/ 1 favorites Just One Night, The Aftermath Ch. 02 By: maxfly I woke early, as usual, and lay there thinking for a long time about everything that had happened the day before, our first in Cancun. On one hand, it had not been as bad as I thought it would be. I can honestly say I enjoyed having sex another woman for the first time in over ten years. The way it had all played out left me feeling confident and at peace with myself in a way I really didn't expect before we got to Cancun. I was also surprised by how little anxiety I felt about Laura having had sex with another man. I wondered about that. Was it because I had done the same thing myself, or was it because it had all happened so fast? Regardless, I was comfortable with what had happened so far and there was a part of me that was very grateful for Gayle. I hoped I could remain so comfortable because I realized that today was yet another day on this journey we had embarked on. About 8:20 Laura began to stir and I could tell from her breathing she was awake. I rolled over and pulled her to me. "Hey!" I whispered into her ear. "Good morning. Are you okay?" I asked. "Mmmmm.... Uh huh" she replied softly and snuggled back into me. She didn't offer anything else so I just let her be for a while and enjoyed the feeling of having her in my arms. We stayed like that for about another ten minutes or so. I was beginning to feel Mother Nature's call and I disentwined myself and sat up on the side of the bed. Just as I was about to stand up Laura's hand grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I'll be right back," I said looking back at her. She smiled and let me go. A few minutes later I slid back in beside my wife and she rolled over to face me. With my head propped up on my elbow I looked down on her as she gazed back up at me. "Are you okay?" she asked with more than a little concern on her face. "Yeah, I'm okay," I replied. "Are you?" "I don't know!" she replied after a moment or two of thought. "I guess." "You guess?" "It was hard watching you and Gayle walk away knowing what you were about to do. The feelings I was having surprised me. Then Tom was... well... uninspiring? It didn't all happen the way I thought it would. I think maybe I rushed things a little." I could only agree, but I wasn't going to push the issue. "Maybe. Who knows? Why don't we just take it easy today and see what happens?" "I think I'd like that," Laura said with a smile that quite honestly melted my heart. We made love then. Nothing frantic, just the slow comfortable joining of two people who know each other's bodies well. We couldn't seem to stop kissing and the feeling of her tongue thrusting into my mouth brought me to climax far sooner than I would have liked, but Laura's orgasm coincided with mine so it was all good. We spent the entire day together with nary a thought about anyone else. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast followed by a long walk down the beach. Laura looked amazing in the bikini top and wrap she was wearing, but whether or not anyone else noticed I could not tell you. My eyes and thoughts never left her. We found ourselves talking in a way we hadn't done in years. It was as though a barrier had fallen that I hadn't even realized existed. When we found ourselves on a secluded beach a couple of miles away from the resort we pulled off our suits and skinny dipped in the surf, if you can call fucking while standing up in the surf skinny dipping. It was certainly not most intimate moment but I found myself thrusting into Laura with an urgency I had felt in a while and Laura came hard twice. Afterwards we gathered up our things and made our way back towards the resort. Laura replaced her bikini bottoms and wrap, but I was carrying the top of her bikini in the pocket of my swim suit. As we started to encounter the other resort guests a few smiled or nodded and I noticed a few of the men giving Laura a good look. I think Laura must have felt their gazes because she carried herself proudly, shoulders back, and her firm breasts jutting forward a little more than her normal posture would have done. I am not sure I have ever felt quite so lucky to be her husband as I did in that moment, or maybe I have, but I would be hard pressed to say when.. The rest of the day was pretty much the same in that it was all about us. We took a bus style limo back into Cancun proper and spent the day walking up and down the strip. We had lunch at one of the more famous watering holes and mid afternoon found us on a "jungle tour" which saw Laura and me alone in a small and underpowered motor boat which we drove in a convoy of similar boats through the jungle and out into the open ocean. About two miles up the shore we turned out into the surf for a mile where we all tied our boats together and snorkeled above the reef for about an hour before retracing our route back to Cancun's lagoon. As we were winding our way back through the jungle canal that separated the lagoon from the ocean we encountered another tour heading in the opposite direction. We waved to a number of the boats as we passed them and just as we passed the last one boat in that convoy Laura pulled up her shirt and flashed the slightly older couple who were in it. The surprised look on the man's face was priceless and I howled in laughter when what I assume was his wife punched him. "You are bad!" I told Laura, who just grinned. By the time we docked our little boat in the lagoon and wandered back onto the strip in downtown Cancun the limo bus was there waiting. We could either go back to the resort now or wait another couple of hours. Without much debate we found ourselves headed back with two other couples who pretty much kept to them selves. Laura leaned up against me and stared out the window as we went. Back in the casita I phoned for dinner reservations and was pleasantly surprised when the concierge asked me if we would like to have dinner in one of the gazebos on the beach because another couple had just cancelled their reservation. I readily agreed. Ninety minutes later Laura and I were enjoying a candlelit lobster dinner and champagne on the beach. The night was warm with just hint of a breeze coming off the ocean. The two waiters who served us were attentive but not intrusive, but both of them spent considerable time checking out my wife. I couldn't blame them. She looked gorgeous in a gauzy white beach dress that tied like a halter behind her neck. I knew she wore nothing underneath it and I could faintly see her nipples through the material which, due to the dress' cut, seemed to be lifting and supporting her breasts. Between the spray-on tan she had got before we left and sun she had been in the last two days the contrast between her skin and the white of her dress was striking in the candlelight. We toasted the adventure when we drank our first glass of champagne, then each other when we cracked the second bottle. We bypassed dessert, but the resort brought us a couple of complimentary shots of Sambuca with our espresso. We held these for a moment while looking into each others eyes before I offered one last toast. "What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun!" I said placing just a little more emphasis on the word 'stays'. Laura acknowledged my meaning with a slight nod. "Absolutely!" she replied with a smile. I was more than a little glad she didn't say "Maybe!" as she is wont to do now and then. In spite of numerous invitations we had to join other guests as they passed us Laura and I found ourselves alone together in our casita after dinner. Laura filled the hot tub while I wandered back out to the beach bar to get us each a margarita. The bartender was about to close up for the night so he gave me an entire pitcher full to take with me. By the time I got back into the room Laura's dress was laying a pile on the floor and she was laying back with her eyes closed enjoying the sensation of the hot tubs jets and the soft strains of Carlos Santana coming from a small CD player. I undressed and climbed into the tub beside after handing her a drink. She took it from me, but immediately placed it on the edge of the tub behind her. "Come here!" was all she said. I pulled Laura to me and crushed her mouth with mine. She threw her leg over me, turned to face me, and she began to slowly grind her pussy against my hardening cock as we kissed. She arched her neck backwards and I nuzzled my face between her breasts. For a moment I considered moving my mouth to her nipple, but then Laura wrapped her arms around me, pulled my head my tightly to her, laid her head on top of mine, and simply held me close. It was an amazing few moments, a recognition of both the physical attraction and the love and trust we felt for one another. We made love after that, but to be honest I have no real desire to share any of that with you. It was simply not something meant to be shared. Suffice it to say we enjoyed each others bodies with a feeling of urgency and love I, at least, hadn't felt for a long time. And then, back in the bed, wed did it again. Then as dawn approached, with no words spoken, we made love once again. The day after 'the night before' followed the same pattern as the previous day. We were oblivious to anyone but each other for most of the day. The late afternoon found us lounging on the beach. Awakening from a cat nap I caught Laura watching two young men throwing a Frisbee back and forth along the edge of the surf fifty or so yards away from us. One of them was her friend, Justin. Even I had to admit he was quite a specimen. The 'six pack' he sported was typical of his overall build. He was lean, muscular, and tanned. In my dreams of 15 years ago I never looked like him. At 40 there was no way I ever would. It wasn't so much that I envied him as it was my understanding of why Laura was looking at him. In its own way I knew it was no different than me ogling a hard-bodied 23 year old hottie in a bikini. The only difference was that in this case Laura had a very real opportunity to do much more than 'read the menu'. Later, over another candlelit dinner, I could sense Laura's mind wandering a little. I had a feeling what was on her mind, but asked anyway. "What are you thinking about? "Nothing, just..." "Just what?" I asked. Laura looked at me then, not speaking. I could almost hear the gears in her mind turning as she considered what she wanted to say. "Look," I said, "nothing has changed except that I am more secure than ever in the love we share. The reason we came down here still stands. What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun! If anything, I do not want you to find yourself at home wishing you had taken advantage of the situation. I would love for you to spend the next couple of days with me doing what we did today, but more importantly, when we get home I want all of your attention. I want no regrets. I want you to be happy with your life and not feel like you are missing out on anything." "Really?" she asked with an uncertain smile. "Really!" "I love you!" she said and leaned across the table to kiss me. I leaned into her, and while brief, the kiss said far more than words could have. After dinner we found ourselves in the resorts night club. They had a local band playing a variety of music and I had to admit they were pretty good. It was a little too loud to talk much, so I found myself tapping my foot to the rhythms and simply watching the people who milling about, dancing, etc. After a while I got up to get Laura and I each another drink. When I got back to the table Justin was there laughing with Laura. We yelled pleasantries with each other and after a moment or two Justin asked me if it was okay for him to dance with Laura. How could I say no? So I yelled, "Absolutely!" over the music. Justin took Laura's hand, pulled her to her feet and led her out onto the dance floor. I watched the two of them dance together for a song or two, but since all they seemed to be doing was dancing my attention was drawn to the other patrons. By comparison to Laura that night a lot of the other women were dressed extremely provocatively. There was an abundance of cleavage and midriffs on display. And the dresses and outfits they wore did little to hide everything else. There were a few attractive girls standing by the bar obviously waiting for someone to ask them to dance, but I really didn't have any inclination to ask. Laura and Justin came back to the table for a drink, but before long they were back out on the dance floor once again. One of the girls, a very attractive brunette gal in her late 20s or early 30s, asked me to dance, but I declined. Given the disappointed look on her face I was having second thoughts, but just then Laura was back at the table. "Justin and I are going to go for a walk on the beach," she said loudly enough to be heard over the music. I leaned into her ear and asked, "Just walk?" Laura didn't answer, but I knew from the look on her face she didn't want to say anything more. "Have fun!" I said. "You, too!" she relied with emphasis. I watched the to of them walk out of the club together and winced inside just a little when I saw Laura take Justin's hand as they were going out the door. I gulped down the rest of the drink, got up, and headed to the bar with every intention of asking my brunette friend to dance with me. But, for some reason, when I got to the bar I just kept on walking. A few minutes later I found myself walking alone with the warm surf lapping at my feet. I had walked for a few hundred yards when I noticed a couple laying on the beach a little ways ahead of me. In the moonlight I could not tell who they were, but I could see they were in a very passionate embrace. There was no way in hell I was going to walk past them if it as Laura and Justin, so with a lump in my stomach I turned around and headed back to the resort and my room. Laying in bed in the dark I cannot even begin to describe the feelings and thoughts I had that night. If you have never laid in bed knowing your wife or lover was likely at that very moment laying in the arms of another person you cannot know what I was feeling. I kept trying to convince myself this was why we had come to Cancun in the first place, but no matter how many times I tried to accept it, the dire thoughts would just not go away. I am not sure I have ever been as lonely in my life. Somewhere along the way I must have fallen asleep. I don't know what time it happened, but it felt like hours after I first lied down. I was awakened by the sound of a key in the lock as Laura entered the casita, but I did not move. Through the corner of my eye I could see by the light through the window that it must have been early morning around 7:00 or so. Laura walked into the bedroom, peered at me for a second, then proceeded into the en-suite bathroom. A few moments later I heard the shower running. I drifted in and out for a few minutes then came awake when I sensed Laura standing over me. She reached out to touch my shoulder but I opened my eyes before she could touch me. I was surprised to see her dressed. "Hey!" I said quietly. "Good morning," she said and leaned over to kiss my forehead. I knew she wasn't about to climb into bed with me. "Where are you going?" "Justin is taking me deep sea fishing with him." "Oh," I said trying not to sound as disappointed as I felt. "When will you be back?" "Around dinner time, I guess. I am not sure." There was about two or three things I wish I had said then, but all I came up with was, "Okay. Have fun. I will see you when I get back." "What are you going to do?" Laura asked. "I don't know. I will figure it out as I go." "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah. Go!" And she did. Forty five minutes later I was sitting in the outdoor café pretending to enjoy my breakfast when Tom and Gayle walked up. "Good morning! Where is Laura?" Gayle asked. "Fishing," was all I said, but that one word said so much more. "Oh," was all Gayle said in reply. "So you have some free time then?" Tom asked. If he was disappointed at Laura's absence he did not show it. "I do" "Why don't you come golfing with Gayle and me then?" I was going to come up with an excuse why I couldn't go, but instead I said, "Why not!" An hour later I was walking out of the pro shop with my rental clubs, a couple sleeves of cheap balls, and a new glove. As it turned out I was the fourth member of the group. Tom and a fellow I hadn't yet met named Jerry were loaded up in one cart. Gayle, sans clubs, was waiting for me in the second cart. "Looks like you are riding with me!" Gayle said as I walked up. "Cool!" I replied feeling more than a little happy with the prospect of spending the next few hours close to Gayle, especially with her dressed in the short shorts and halter top she was wearing. We wound our way over to the first tee. I would have loved to have hit a few balls on the practice range, but the starter waved us onto the first tee. By the time I got my glove on, fished a ball out of its sleeve, and rummaged through my rental bag for the tees they promised were in there, Tom and Jerry (no pun intended) were on the first tee discussing wagers. "Are you in?" Tom asked as I walked up? "Sure!" I replied. "Good," Tom replied. "It's $20 on the front. $20 on the back. $50 for the round. And, $10 for 'greenies'." I gulped. I rarely play for money, and when I do it is for a $1 here and there. But not wanting to let on I merely responded, "Works for me!" Without bothering to flip a tee to see who would play first Tom teed it up and hit a more than decent drive up the middle. Jerry hit a quick hook to the left while I managed to hit a weak fade that landed in the short rough on the right side of the fairway. Jerry struggled even getting his ball back into play, while my second shot found a greenside bunker. Tom meanwhile sculled his second shot, but hit it well enough that it rolled up onto the green about 10 feet from the flag. I managed to get out of the bunker but two-putted for my bogie. Jerry finished with a six and Tom two-putted for his par. That pattern continued for the entire first nine holes, and Tom easily won the $20 by four strokes over me, and by eight strokes over Jerry. I doubt Tom even noticed, but I started to figure out my rental clubs after the first few holes, and I played Tom even over the last four holes. I also doubt Tom noticed Gayle and I stealing kisses every time we had a chance. When Gayle and I walked back to our cart from the half way house with beer in hand Tom called out, "Do you want to double up the bet on the back?" Jerry had already declined, and I could not blame him, but for some reason Tom's bravado irked me. I turned to Gayle and asked her if she was up to having some fun at her husband's expense. She smiled and nodded. "I game." "Tell you what," I said as we walked up to Tom. "I don't want to bet any more money, but I will bet you the original $50 for the entire round and a blow job." Tom looked a little confused. "You are going to give me a blow job?" I laughed. "No! If you beat me Laura will suck you off, and if I win I get a blow from Gayle." And then I am not sure why I added, "While you watch!" "You are on," Tom responded, "but I won't be the one doing the watching!" "We'll see!" I thought to myself. I played decently on the back nine, but Tom fell apart on a couple of holes. As such, by the time we found ourselves on the 18th green his four stroke advantage had disappeared exactly and I had secured the $20 for back nine. All that remained was the $50 for the round and, of course, the blow job. Tom was away and faced a 50 foot putt from the lower tier of the green to the upper level. With a look of determination he admittedly gave it a great attempt and almost made it before rolling his ball about five feet past the whole. I had a much easier putt from about 15 feet, but feeling the pressure I never really gave it a chance, settling instead for a simple tap in for my par. All that remained was Tom's five footer for the tie. Just One Night, The Aftermath Ch. 02 Tom made a great deal about lining up his putt from every angle, but as he did so I knew he was going to miss it. And he did! I resisted the urge to let out a whoop, and instead shook his hand in a sportsmanlike manner. When I turned back to the cart Gayle was grinning like a possum. We settled up the financial side of the bet in the 19th hole over a couple of beers, but not a word was mentioned of the second part of our bet. Tom was not in the best of moods, and I actually planned to forget the bet entirely, but when we got back top the resort and climbed out of the taxi Gayle took me by the hand and pulled me along to follow Tom who was already striding toward their room. Once there we all stood around awkwardly for a few moments. I was ready to leave and forget the whole thing until Gayle whispered something into Tom's ear. He slumped into a nearby armchair and said, "Go ahead! He won fair and square. Give him his prize, Gayle." Gayle turned toward me. Smiling she reached down and pulled her halter top up and over her head revealing her firm and now much browner breasts than they had been when I had seen them last. She thought about it for a half a second before also pushing her shorts and panties down around her ankles. Now nude she stepped out of her clothing and walked across the room a few steps toward me. On tip toes she kissed me ardently for a few seconds before slowly sinking to her knees with her hands clawing at my chest. Her hands rubbed the growing bulge in my shorts for a moment before she began fumbling with my belt buckle. While I wanted to do nothing more than watch this beautiful naked woman on her knees before me my gaze was drawn to her husband sitting across the room. While he did not look angry, the look on Tom's face was far from happy. Instead he had a look of concentration on his face as he watched his wife undo my shorts and pull them and my underwear down around my knees. So intent was he on what his wife was doing I doubt he even noticed me looking at him so I turned my attention back to what Gayle was doing. I wondered briefly what it would be like if Tom's and my roles were switched. That thought got me completely hard and my cock twitched as Gayle began to flick her tongue on me. What ensued over the next ten minutes was one of the most sensual blow jobs I had ever experienced. Gayle wasn't even close to being able to swallow me whole, but she more than made up for that with the passion with which sucked and licked my cock. Her tongue danced every where, even lightly flicking around my anus occasionally when she bent lower to lick my balls. I am not sure who wanted this to last longer, her or me, but Gayle seemed to be in no hurry to get me off. Instead it was as though she were performing as much for her husband's pleasure (or pain) as mine. Indeed, Tom's eyes remained glued to his wife as he slowly massaged his own erection through his shorts. I watched as Gayle's sexy mouth slid up and down around my cock which was wet with her saliva. Taking my cock in her hands she slapped her tongue with it a few time and looked me in the eye as she did so. "Are you going to cum in my mouth?" she asked just loud enough for Tom to hear. "I want to taste you!" "Do I have a choice?" I asked. "Uh! Uh!!" Gayle mumbled around my cock which was now back in her hot little mouth. She began to suck me in earnest with both of her hands twirling around the base of my cock as she did so. Deeper and deeper she guided me in until she could take no more of me. Even though almost half of my cock was still outside her mouth her hands gave me the feeling she had swallowed every inch. I felt my orgasm begin to build and Gayle must have felt it, too, because just as I was about ready to explode she squeezed my balls and pushed me as deep into her throat as she could. That pushed me over the edge and I shot pulse after pulse of my seed down her throat. Pulling her mouth off of me Gayle milked every last drop of semen from me with her hands then licking off each drop as it appeared. Then when there was no more to be had she sucked me gently back into her mouth with her tongue circling around and around the head of my cock. Finally I could take no more and I pushed her away. I bent down and kissed her gently tasting a hint of my seed on her lips. "I think you better take care of Tom now!" I whispered into her ear. Gayle got up and walked over to her husband while I pulled up my shorts and buckled them up once more. I didn't sense that a threesome was something that was going to happen so I made my way to the door. Gayle was already bouncing up and down on Tom's lap and I watched his large cock slide rapidly in and out of her very wet pussy for a few seconds before I let myself out. Just as the door closed behind me I could hear both Tom and Gayle groan as they apparently came together. I walked toward my casita still feeling the warm afterglow of what had just happened. I was approaching the door when Laura came around the corner from the other direction. She still wore the clothes she had worn when she left this morning but she had a different look about her. You might call it the "just fucked" look. "Hey!" I said with a smile, "Hey yourself!" Laura said and kissed me lightly. "Did you just get back?" I asked. "Yeah. We docked about ten minutes ago." "Did you have a good time?" "Do you really want to know?" she replied with a quirky look. No, I thought. I didn't. To be continued... Just One Night, The Aftermath Ch. 03 I looked at Laura for a few moments not saying anything as we stood there outside the door to our casita. I was not going to ask the question again, but I was truly wondering what she had been up to the past day. I had only seen her for a few moments this morning when she came back to shower and change. For the first time in our married lives she had spent an entire day in the company of another man. No, not just another man, Justin was her lover. I inserted the card key into the lock, then opened the door and held it for Laura. She walked in past me and then on into the bedroom beyond. I could see her rummaging in her luggage through the partially open door. "I am going to have a shower," she called out to me. "Okay," I replied quietly. For a moment or two I considered joining Laura in the shower, but then I decided I really didn't want to. Helping her wash sex off her body did not have very much appeal and somehow it seemed inappropriate at the moment. Instead I slipped out the patio doors and walked over to the nearby bar. I fully intended on getting us each a margarita and going back to the casita, but instead I found myself sitting at the bar sipping at one drink and idly tracing my finger in the salt and condensation on the side of the other. My mind was a cacophony of thoughts, some good, some bad, but mostly I was just trying to wrap my head around everything that was happening here in Cancun, and what it might mean once we got back home. I think what surprised me most was how I felt about the sex. It just wasn't that big of a deal, which is completely the opposite of what I thought before Laura and I came down here. For me, just as it had been when I was single, sex was fun and enjoyable, and a worthy pursuit in its own right. But, when it was all said and done, without an emotional attachment sex can also be very hollow. Don't get me wrong! I had a great time with Gayle that first night. The sex was very good and in the heat of the moment we were truly passionate with each other. There was even a level to that passion that went beyond simple physical desire, but I can't say for certain whether it was due to any emotion directed at Gayle, or at Laura through Gayle. Looking back at the blow job I had just experienced it was something else entirely. Thinking about it now, it was as though I had something to prove. What had just happened with Gayle and Tom was very out of character for me. It gave me a feeling of power I had not felt before. It was exhilarating, but I am not sure it was worth what I had done to feel it. I know there are men out there who would go out of their way to feel that kind of power, but that isn't me, usually. I am not someone who has a great need to prove myself better than someone else, or to put anyone else down to my benefit, either. I am comfortable in my own skin and confident in who I am and what I can do. I work hard to be good at the things I like to do. It is why I spend so much time at the driving range trying to be better at golf. It is also why I take my time when I make love to a woman. Anything worth doing is worth doing well. To consciously put myself into a position of power over another man is very out of character for me. Yet, I had done just that with Tom. When I made the blow job bet with Tom there was no doubt in my mind I would win it. Tom is obviously a good athlete but he isn't a golfer per se. I knew that when I watched him take a few practice swings before we teed off. If not for the fact I was playing with rental clubs that didn't come near to fitting my 6'4" frame, and the fact my heart really wasn't into it early on, Tom would never have had a four stroke lead after nine holes. I knew I would be steady on the back nine and I had little doubt Tom would blow up somewhere along the way, which he did. And moreover, I hate to admit, I wanted him to lose. I am not sure if it was because of Tom's tryst with Laura, his 'big man on campus' attitude, or just everything I had been feeling since we got here, but I realize now that I wanted to put Tom down, and I wanted it to hit him where he lived, which in Tom's case was between the legs. There was something glorious about having his wife suck my cock in victory while he watched. I wonder if that is why Tom didn't meet my gaze while it was happening. I wonder how big the knot was in his stomach, or if he had one. I also wonder if he had ever felt anything like that in his life. Sexually speaking, to lose like that, must have been a tough pill to swallow for someone like Tom. It would be a cuckolding of the 'n'th degree. I wonder if he liked it. I know I wouldn't have! But, given my last view of Tom and Gayle screwing madly as I left their room something had turned him on. I thought about the concept of being a cuckold for a few moments. In the purest of dictionary terms I supposed I was one now. Yet, I didn't feel like one. Laura hadn't done anything I hadn't given her permission to do, and I had done the same. I certainly wasn't getting off on the thought of Laura having sex with someone other than me, but then I was doing my best not to think about it too much. Yet, when I did think about it I found it didn't really bother me. I felt I couldn't care less if Laura enjoyed some meaningless fuck with someone else. No, I decided, sex wasn't bothering me. What was bothering me was the time she was spending with someone who wasn't me. I knotted up inside picturing her laughing and smiling while on the arm of another man, of sharing a private joke, of giving someone besides me her undivided attention, and most of all, her affection. And with that I understood why I was so nervous coming down here. Just then I saw Laura walking toward me and all those thoughts vanished. She was dressed to kill. She wore a short black mini-skirt and black high heels. Her sheer white blouse revealed hints of the lacy push-up bra she wore underneath. It was cut low in the front and in the back. Around her neck she wore a filigree chain with small sterling silver ingot that nestled between her breasts. It was an outfit she had worn for me a number of times and she knew I loved her in it. As she got closer I could see her make-up was perfect. As our eyes met she flashed me one of her amazing smiles, and for the millionth time in my life my heart melted at the sight of it. "Hey you," she said as she walked up. "Is that for me?" she asked and pointed to a fresh margarita sitting in front of me. I had almost finished the first two I had ordered but hadn't even seen the bartender put the third in front of me. "Absolutely!" I said recovering quickly, and I was glad the drink was there. I handed it to her and remarked "You look stunning!" "Why thank you. You are most kind, Sir," Laura replied with a mock curtsey as she took the drink from my hand. "You look good enough to take dancing! Let's go into Cancun tonight and tear up the town!" I suggested with a smile. Yet the second I did so I realized she wasn't dressed up for my benefit. The look on Laura's face told me all I needed to know. She was going dancing, just not with me. "Oh! I see...," I said and the smile quickly left my face. "Oh, Tim!" Laura replied with compassion I didn't want and she reached out to touch my arm. "Justin and I already..." "Whatever!" I snapped more angrily than I intended. I pulled my arm away from her hand and stood up. Laura reached out for me again, but I stepped back out of reach. "Tim!" Laura tried again, "Don't" "Don't what? Don't be hurt? Don't care?" "No, not that at all. It is..." "It is why we came down here!" I said cutting her off and then without really meaning it I added, "I know! I'm sorry! Go have fun!" and with that I turned and left. I could hear Laura call my name behind me. I thought I heard her coming after me so I stopped and looked back, but just then I heard Justin call out to Laura. Hearing her name, Laura turned to look at Justin, then back at me. The indecision was clear on her face, but before she could do anything Justin was there. He seemed oblivious to what had just happened between Laura and me. He put his arms around her and kissed her lightly then led her away by the hand. Laura looked back at me once and held my eyes for a second before turning and walking away with Justin. I could not help but wonder if my life as I knew it was walking away with them. I stood there for a moment and watched them walk away. I hoped Laura would turn and look back at me, or better yet come back to me, but the smile on her face for Justin quickly put that to rest. I returned to the bar, sat down, and ordered a shot of tequila. I downed it without bothering with the salt and lime and quickly ordered another. And then I ordered a third shot and drank that, too. I was about to order a fourth when I realized the fire I was feeling in my belly was going to do nothing to warm my heart. Instead I got up and headed back to our room. I just wanted to be alone. Alone. I don't think I have ever been as alone as I was lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. For a short while I kept hoping to hear the door open, but as the minutes past and when it became readily apparent that wasn't going to happen my thoughts plunged me into a deep despair. I played everything over in my mind: Laura's one night of freedom that had led us here, the events of the past couple of days, and what had just occurred. And then the doubts and questions hit me. What had I done? Why had I brought us here? What was Laura feeling? Was I going to lose my wife? My life? My love? My heart pounded in my chest. My breath came in short gasps. And now and then a tear or two welled up in my eyes and slowly dripped down my cheeks. In my mind I could see Laura smiling at Justin in a way she had only ever smiled for me. I could see her hand laid affectionately on his chest and hear her laugh at his jokes. I could feel the way her body felt against his when they danced, and then I could both see and feel her body as she gave herself to him. Earlier I didn't think the sex was bothering me, but now I was consumed with those images. I could see Laura's lips crushed against his while their tongues dancing in each others mouths. I dwelled on images of Justin's hands and mouth as they mauled and devoured Laura's breasts. I obsessed over images of Laura's mouth stretched around Justin's cock and of images of his sperm dripping down her chin. I agonized over mental pictures of Justin between Laura's wide spread legs thrusting harder and harder and I could hear Laura moan as she came. And then I died inside as I thought of them lying entwined in each other's arms in the aftermath of their coupling. It was awful! Somewhere along the way the tequila took over and I feel asleep. I awoke a few hours later more than a little disoriented. A quick glance at the clock told me it was still early, only 10:30. I lay there a while and was relieved to feel the weight of despair had left me somewhat. I considered simply rolling over and going back to sleep, but I knew I would not be able to now. Having had my heart completely broken once before I knew there was nothing to be gained by wallowing around in self pity so I decided I would at least get up and see what was going on around the resort. At worst, I thought, there might be someone at the bar to talk to. I got up, quickly showered, and then I pulled on a rough, white linen shirt and a pair of slightly darker linen pants. Shoving my feet into a pair of sandals I headed for the door. I was almost outside when I stopped and went back into the bathroom. I am not sure why I did it, but I sprayed on a little cologne. That simple act did something miraculous for my spirits. I hung out at the bar outside of our room for a while and I nursed a glass of cabernet There wasn't much happening there, and the bartender was too busy closing up for the night to be much company, so after getting another glass of wine I got up and wandered deeper into the resort. I could hear music in the distance so I followed that, soon finding myself in the resort's night club. They wouldn't let me bring my glass of wine in with me, so I downed it quickly at the door and headed toward the bar. This didn't seem like a cabernet kind of place so I ordered myself a beer and leaned back against the bar to see what was going on. The club wasn't packed, but there was a good number of people dancing and sitting around at the various tables and booths. The same DJ from the beach picnic of a few nights before was playing an eclectic mix of rock, pop, and reggae, and all were dance tunes. As I nursed my beer I watched the people on the dance floor amazed, as I always am, at how sexy the women look and how clumsy most of the men looked while they were dancing. I finished my first beer and I had turned back to the bar to order a second when I thought I heard my name. I turned and looked one way, but saw no one I knew. Then before I could look the other way I heard my name again. "Tim!' I turned towards the door and there, to my great pleasure, were Kim and Karen, the girls I had danced with a few nights ago. "Hey!" I said with a smile and then we all hugged and did the kiss-kiss thing in greeting. "What are you girls up to?" I asked. "I don't know about Kim, but I am up for anything! How about you?" replied Karen who was dressed in a tight, hot pink dress that did nothing to hide her curves and just barely contained her breasts. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail high on the back of her head which gave her a hint of a Suzanne Somers look, minus the dumb part. "I don't know. Not much," I replied. "Just hangin' out, I guess!" "Not any more," quipped Kim. "You are dancing with us!" She was dressed more conservatively than Karen, again, but conservative is a relative concept and she still looked very sexy. Kim was wearing a low-cut, gold metallic blouse that tied behind her neck and was open in the back. It was cut very skimpily along her sides and you could see a hint of the outside of her braless breasts. Her pants were black, extremely tight, and they accentuated what I thought was a very nice ass. I ordered them each a drink and myself another beer. The girls towed me along to a booth in the back of the club where the music was marginally quieter. We sat down and started to chat. I was very happy the girls had appeared on the scene, I decided. I was actually laughing and joking with them which was not what I would have been doing had I stayed in the room. The night was going to be okay and I wasn't even going to think about tomorrow until Kim asked, "Where is your wife?" "Pop!!" went my balloon. It must have have been apparent from the look on my face because both girls immediately asked, "What's wrong?" I left out a great many of the details but I pretty much told them what was going on with Laura and I. "Bitch!!" was all Kim said. Karen on the other hand had a little more to say! "Is she fucking crazy?" she asked incredulously. "Do you know how many guys there are out there like you? Not many!! But there are tons of assholes out there like Justin. Trust me!!" Both she and Kim laughed at that remark. Karen in particular had the kind of look that would attract assholes like flies to honey and I am sure dressing the way she did was no help either. Not that I was complaining! "Don't worry," she continued. "We will take care of you! Besides, I am betting your wife gets exactly what a selfish bitch like her deserves." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is that I know Justin's type. He will play her along right up to the minute something better comes along, and then he will forget her like yesterday's news, especially if he has already slept with her. He might be dancing with her in Cancun tonight but I guarantee he is looking over her shoulder at every other girl in the place hoping to find the next notch on his bedpost." Karen's words gave me some hope, but I remained suspicious because I could still see how amazing Laura looked tonight. I could not imagine him wanting anyone else. My mind started to drift then; down into a dark place I didn't want to go. Sensing something, Kim grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. I really wasn't into it at first, but the sexual, reckless abandon with which Kim danced got the better of me and soon I was happily bumping and grinding along with her. A song or two later and Karen was there, too, and we dirty danced a ménage a trois right there on the dance floor. Kim and Karen were very different from each other as they danced. Kim was lithe like a cat, or rather, a cat in heat. Every move she made was sensuous. Her feminine yet muscular body felt taut in my hands. Her nipples, barely concealed by her gold top, stood at attention, and they felt amazing whenever she brushed them across my arm or chest. Karen on the other hand simply oozed sex the way only a busty blonde bombshell does. Her hot pink dress clung to her body like a second skin and every curve ached to be touched. My eyes were constantly drawn to the hem of her dress mere inches below what I knew was true blonde heaven. The girls barely let me rest the next hour or two. In fact, I felt driven to escape my mental demons in the thumping bass on the dance floor. I probably pulled the girls up to dance as often as they pulled me. When we sat, which wasn't often, the girls were glued to me. If Kim was talking to me Karen had hand on my arm or my chest. When I talked to Karen, Kim would play with the hair on the back of my neck. Both were practically in my lap competing for my attention. At some point my eyes locked on Kim's. We held each other gaze for a moment or two and I knew I was going to kiss her. Our lips came together slowly and our tongues gently explored each other's mouth. It was not a wildly passionate kiss, but a slow and sensuous exploration that sent chills down my back. The as Kim pulled away from me Karen's hand on my chin turned my face toward hers and she kissed me, too. Where Kim's' kiss had reflected her style so did Karen's, and it felt almost as though we were try to swallow one another. Karen pushed her tongue into my mouth as far as she could and I sucked on it hungrily. Then when I felt Karen's hand grab my hardening bulge I moaned and pressed my tongue into her mouth. Karen broke the kiss. "We have to get out of here," she said breathlessly to both Kim and I. We all got up and when we approached the door the girls excused themselves to go to the ladies room. I had been standing there waiting for a couple of minutes when suddenly there was Laura standing right in front of me. "What are you doing here?" I asked and looked at my watch. It was only 12:15. "I just got back. You weren't in the room so I thought I would see if I could find you here." "Where's Justin?" I asked with a hint of a sneer. "He's..." And that was as far as Laura got for at that very moment my two angels for the evening returned and latched themselves to me, one on each arm. "Hey! Look what the cat dragged in," quipped Karen with more than a little disdain. "Where is your boy toy?" asked Kim with no less venom in her voice. Laura just stood there without saying a word. She looked stunned at this turn of events "Well, you better go find him because tonight Tim is ours!" Kim commanded as she and Karen began to pull me towards the door. The stricken look on Laura's face made me begin to stop them, but then Karen pulled my arm and said, "C'mon. Give her a taste of her own medicine!" and that turned the tide. I felt a certain satisfaction as I walked out that door. Remembering how I stood there watching Laura walk away with Justin earlier that day, I did not look back either. I kept expecting to hear Laura call out my name, and if she had I think I would have gone back to at least talk to her. But she didn't, so on I went. Just One Night, The Aftermath Ch. 03 We all knew where we were headed eventually, but we took a detour down to the beach. The three of us strolled hand-in-hand down the beach with the surf lapping at out ankles. It was a moonlit night and the ocean sparkled with the reflected light. But, when the moon went behind a cloud it got very dark. Without a word Karen kicked off her shoes, pulled her dress over her head, threw it in the sand, and ran headlong into the waves wearing only her thong. Kim and I wasted no time joining her and soon the three of us were frolicking in the surf. Standing in waist deep water we all came together in a three way embrace. My hands slipped down each of their backs and then over their respective asses. Kim's was hard and round in my hand while Karen's was both firm and soft at the same time and practically demanded I sink my fingers into her flesh. I felt two, then four hands begin to pull and caress my cock, and as I began to kiss each girl in turn I slipped a finger into their panties and found warm depths of each girl's pussy. I knew if they continued to stroke me I would quickly spill a load right here in the ocean, and given where this was heading I did not want to do that just yet. Instead, I grabbed each of the girls by the waist and plunged us all into the water. Seconds later we all surfaced laughing and sputtering. With the spell broken momentarily we headed back to shore and pulled out clothes on over our still wet bodies. Minutes later I was standing with the girls in the middle of their room. In spite of the warmth of the ocean the cool night air had left us all shivering a little, so Kim suggested we take a shower. Within seconds clothes were flying around the room as we all tried to avoid being 'the last one in" as challenged by Karen. Their shower was not large, so there was plenty of contact as we rubbed out soapy bodies against one another. Not surprisingly, I spent considerable time soaping up both girls breasts and asses while they in turn gave my cock and backside more than their fair share of attention. Wet kisses were traded and when Karen began to dominate my time from that perspective Kim dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock with her mouth. I must say the effect of having Karen's tongue in my mouth while having Kim's mouth wrapped around my cock was amazing, but when Karen dropped to her knees to help Kim I found myself redefining the word 'amazing'. I always liked to watch Laura when she performed oral sex on me, so the sight of these two beautiful young ladies doing it to me simultaneously was more than double the fun. They took turns sucking me into their mouth while the other licked my balls. When they switched places it was so hot to see them share kisses around the head of my cock. While they kissed, I slowly thrust myself between their two sets of lips. It was literally a fantasy come true. After we got out of the shower and dried ourselves of we tumbled into their double bed which, since it was the only bed in the room, they were obviously sharing it. We took our time exploring each others bodies with our hands and mouths. The girls were clearly very comfortable with one another, so no matter whose hands and mouths were where the sex always seemed natural and not nearly as contrived as I had always thought a threesome would be. Before too long I found myself between Kim's wide spread legs guiding my more than ready cock into her wide open pussy. Karen was lying on her side beside Kim kissing her deeply while she squeezed her breasts and pulled on her extended nipples. I stroked slowly at first caring more to watch these two gorgeous women kiss than I was to rush to an orgasm of my own, but when Karen's hand slipped down Kim's belly to rub her clit the movement of Kim's hips became more frantic and I began the plunge myself into her more vigorously to match her rhythm. Just as Kim began to convulse in orgasm Karen reached lower and squeezed my balls causing me to cascade into an orgasm right along with Kim. Kim and I collapsed into a heap with Karen at our side slowly caressing our bodies and placing light kisses here and there. I pulled Karen down to me, kissed her deeply, then whispered into her ear, "Now I want to fuck you!". "I was hoping you were going to say that!" she said with a grin. A quick change of positions found Karen on her back and me kneeling by her head so she could suck some life back into my now flaccid cock. Kim knelt between Karen's legs and sucked on Karen's pussy with the same earnest she had just fucked me. At first I was worried I wouldn't be able to perform for a while, but when Karen began to thrash as a result of Kim's oral ministrations I could feel my cock begin to swell once again. By the time Karen came I was ready to go again so I moved between her legs plunged into her before she even had a chance to come down from her orgasm. Kim just lay beside us watching. Fucking Kim had been very much like sex with my wife, Laura. Their builds were similar enough that there was a level of familiarity to it. Sex with Karen was something else again. Her body was simply built for sex and I relished in the fact that having come once already I was going to be able to give this girl the fuck of a lifetime, well, at least my lifetime! I had never been with a woman built like Karen, and the feel of her firm, yet soft, curvy body beneath mine was exciting. I loved the sight of her large breasts with their half dollar sized nipples as they bounced in time with my thrusts. At 5'10", Karen was not a small girl, and for the first time I found myself matched with someone whose build seemed to complement my own 6'4" frame. As such, I didn't hold back where I had always held back before. I fucked Karen with everything I had and she met every stroke with gusto. I don't know how many orgasms she had, or if it was just one long one made of wave after wave, but Karen seemed to be almost epileptic as she came and came. She also did something I had never seen before except in blue movies when she squirted her juices all over me. That only turned me on more and I fucked her even more vigorously. When I felt my own orgasm building I thrust my cock deeply into her, holding it there as I spasmed my seed into her. I collapsed on top her and we each tried to catch our breath. Her body, as was mine, was wet and slippery with sweat. I could feel her pussy flutter and pulse around my cock and then I slipped out of her, completely spent. "Okay! You owe me," said Kim with a grin. I had almost forgotten she was there. "That was amazing to watch." She was flushed and had her hand on her pussy so she had apparently enjoyed herself while Karen and I enjoyed each other. For the next hour or so we talked and cuddled, kissed and touched, and shared a bottle of wine. At my request, I got to watch the two of them in a sixty-nine, but even that wasn't enough to get me hard again, and soon we quietly drifted off to sleep in each others arms. I woke up with a beam of sunlight across the bed. I had one girl's head on each shoulder. I stroked their hair gently, placed a kiss on the top of each of their heads, and gently extricated myself from their embrace. I dressed quietly and was about to head out the door when I felt eyes upon me. Karen was still sleeping, but Kim was watching me intently. I padded quietly over to her side of the bed and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Thank you!" I whispered. "Good luck!" she whispered back. "Thanks," I said and quickly left. A few minutes later I nervously opened the door of our casita not sure who or what I would find. There was nothing amiss in the main room of the casita, nor evidence that anyone was even there. Slowly I pushed open the door to the bedroom and peered through the crack as soon as it was wide enough to see the bed. To my relief Laura was in it alone. She was sprawled face down, uncovered, wearing only her panties. There was an almost full glass of wine and an empty wine bottle on the nightstand beside the bed. At the foot of the bed were the half eaten remains of a hamburger and a handful of uneaten fries she must have ordered from room service. She was dead to the world and unaware I was there so I stepped through into the bathroom where I found two more empty bottles of wine. I looked around to see if there was another wine glass somewhere, but there was none. So, either someone had taken their glass with them, or as I began to suspect, Laura had drunk it all herself. If that was the case she was not going to feel very good when she woke up. I returned to the living room and settled down to read a book in the morning light. Later, I had made a pot of coffee and I was pouring myself a second cup when I heard Laura's feet hit the floor rather abruptly and she headed into the bathroom with alacrity. I could hear her retching almost constantly for the next five minutes or so until I knew she could not have had anything left in her. It was quiet for a while, then I could her the sounds of water in the sink as she brushed her teeth. A few minutes later I poked my head back into the bedroom and she was sprawled across the bed once more, only this time with her eyes wide open. She seemed surprised to see me. I crossed the room and sat down next to Laura on the edge of the bed. I stroked her hair lightly and she just looked up at me. Then, holding my arm for support, she pulled herself upright and threw her arms around me. She buried her head in my chest and then I could feel Laura's body begin to shake as she sobbed uncontrollably. I had seen her like this only once or twice before, so I knew it was best to just let her get it all out before trying to have any kind of meaningful conversation. At one point she looked up at me with her swollen bloodshot eyes and I said the only thing I could, "I love you." That just made her cry harder. Eventually the tears stopped and we just sat there rocking gently. I kissed Laura on the forehead and then she pushed me gently away. "I need to get cleaned up," she said. "Why don't you go get some breakfast and I will come find you." "Okay," I said and Laura got up and went into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Forty-five minutes later I had finished my breakfast and I was nursing a second cup of coffee when Laura sat down opposite me. "You look like hell," I said. "I feel worse," she replied. I waved the waiter over and ordered Laura an iced tea which he poured immediately. I stirred a couple packets of sugar into it for her and pushed the glass across the table. "I don't deserve you," she said with a voice that began to crack with emotion. "Shhhh....," I replied. "You do. I am sorry I left you last night. You were already hurting weren't you?" Laura just nodded as she sipped her tea. "What happened?" I asked. Laura chuckled to herself then looked at me. "I got dumped!" "Dumped?" I asked thinking Karen had been right after all. "Well, ignored and forgotten may be more accurate, but yeah, I got dumped." "What happened"?" I asked again. "We were in a club in Cancun and an old girlfriend of Justin's showed up. I became a third wheel so fast it would have made your head spin. Next thing I know they are gone and I am sitting there alone. That is when I came back here to look for you." The tears were welling up in her eyes again. "I have been so stupid!" she said desperately trying not to cry. "I am sorry I left you last night, I..." "No, I deserved it after what I did to you. How can you ever forgive me for what I put you through this week?" I smiled thinking it hadn't all been bad. "It's okay. I think I learned something about myself this week." "Yeah? Like what?" "Like there isn't anything I wouldn't do to make you happy. That I do not want to lose you. How's that for starters?" I said. "Really?" my wife said and smiled at me weakly. "I don't deserve you," she repeated. "I love you," I said with meaning. Laura shook her head, then smiled. "I love you, too!" I spent the rest of that day nursing Laura through her hangover. The day after that we packed and left for home. Laura kept to herself, but before we left I made a point of saying good-bye to Kim and Karen and told them what had happened. Karen took great delight in telling me, "I told you so!" I even happened to bump into Gayle who threw her arms around me and gave a big kiss. Then with a playful squeeze on my crotch she said, "Come back and see me next year!" and waltzed away. I just laughed and shook my head. Overall Laura and I were pretty quiet on the trip back. I think each of us had a lot to think about. Laura spent a lot of time simply looking out the window at the clouds and the ground below We talked a little, but not about anything specific. It felt as though we didn't need to talk about what had happened and that we had come to an understanding of how important our relationship was to us both. We often found ourselves simply touching the other as if to confirm they were really there. Only time would tell us whether our Cancun adventure had cured Laura's wanderlust. I could only hope that it had. I am not sure I could do it all again. We landed, gathered our luggage, and soon found ourselves back in our car heading back to what I hoped would a normal life once again. "You know," said Laura as we pulled into our garage, "you never did tell me what you and the girls did that night." ""Do you really want to know?" I asked turning in my seat to face her. Looking at her face I was reminded of a moment only a few days earlier when she had asked me the exact same thing. Laura reached out and twirled her finger in hair just above the top button of my polo shirt. Then she flashed me one of those wicked little grins of hers that I love so much. "You do, don't you?" I asked disbelievingly. "Well," she replied still twirling her finger suggestively, "maybe!!"