16 comments/ 122648 views/ 51 favorites Surprise Seduction By: Trader_X38 I gazed happily at my toes, which were buried in the blindingly white sand of the beach at the all-inclusive Caribbean resort. My wife sat next to me in her bikini, and I caught her eye as a beach waiter placed an ice-cold Corona for each of us on the table between our chairs. Perspiration beaded off the bottles. The waiter, having made sure that we needed nothing else for the moment, walked away, and I squeezed my lime into the bottle with one hand and then slowly pushed it into the bottle with my index finger while looking my wife straight in the eye. As she watched, I slowly inserted my finger in and out of the bottle another couple times, then ran my finger around the inside of the bottle, and then placed the finger into my mouth. My wife smirked, but at the same time I knew that she liked my flirting with her... and especially when my flirting crossed into being raunchy. "I have a couple ideas for what we can later," I said, deadpan. "I bet you do." She smiled, and picked up her own beer. We both settled back in our chairs and looked out at the turquoise water in front of us. We had arrived at the resort only an hour before, and after quickly getting settled had headed right out to the wide strand of beach that overlooked crystal-clear water. Another small island or two was visible in the distance, and the sails of a few boats. A few other couples shared the beach with us, some under umbrellas and little cabanas, others just laying in the sun on chairs or chaises. No one was too close to us, which was perfect. For now, we just wanted to relax and try letting some of the accumulated stress roll off of us. It had been years --actually, ten years-- since we had had a vacation alone together. We'd been in the whirlwind of having a couple kids over a few years, careers, aging families, and everything that comes with it. Our kids were all now a bit older, and somehow we had finally found that there was a bit of money left over in our bank account for the first time in ages. I told her that we'd be taking a vacation alone together for a week and that our babysitter, now in college, would be fine watching the kids for a week while we were away. After some back-and-forth, she finally agreed, and here we were. Mary Kay is a beach person; I am not, so suggesting the beach as our vacation was my bribe to her to get away from it all for a bit. My real interest was to actually get to have sex with her... long, ambitious sex, rather than our current late-at-night-after-all-the-rugrats-are-deep-asleep sex, where we're both so exhausted that 'big' sex consists of me whispering dirty stories into her ear as I try to get her libido going before she nods off. I usually get her off with my hand or mouth at least once before I mount her, then she goes again as I'm fucking her and continuing to whisper whatever dirty story I'm making up into her ear. I'll sometimes make her count down and ask permission to cum. Our relationship has a power structure in the bedroom that works, and that I like: in our domestic life, I don't give much of a shit about how we furnish the house, what we do on weekends, even where we take our family vacations, I let her have whatever she wants there. My wife is an assertive and dominant personality in general, but I insist that we have a relationship of mutual respect and of equals. This is sometimes a bit of a challenge for her: she packs a hugely hot temper in her 5' frame. Her huge heart is matched by her wide hips and DD breasts, and she's fiery judgmental about many things, and tends to view the world and the people in it in very black-and-white tones. Cross her at your peril. This can lead to arguments and accusations that occasionally throw me off balance, but at the same time, she wants and needs someone to keep her in line, and there are certain bad behaviors I simply don't allow, like her being rude, disrespectful or selfish. When she crosses the line I usually stand in front of her and look down at her, and tell her that her behavior is not acceptable and will cease immediately. This bangs her attitude right into shape... and when we used to have more time, would often lead to a punishment spanking scene in the bedroom as soon as we could fit one in. Somehow, being spanked for her transgressions really is cathartic for my wife, and does reset the power balance mentally somehow, with her being happier and less bitchy for a while. For me, it's just hot as hell when your wife willingly lays herself over your lap for her spanking, and then the post-spanking sex is awesome and animalistic, and completely clears the emotional slate. It's a hell of a pressure valve... I stretched as my mind wandered, and felt the relief in my back muscles as a tiny bit of tension dropped away. Bottom line, I thought, was that our relationship worked, and I didn't want to be with anyone else. I had slowly learned to push back on her occasional bullshit, and that was one of the things that made our relationship work. I work in upper management, with a department of 80 people and five managers reporting into me. I deal with people issues and hiring and firing every day, and as I've advanced in my career, I've been less willing to put up with unreasonable demands and emotional outbursts from her, or from anyone, really. Earlier in our marriage, I was much more accommodating; I wanted and expected a marriage of equals, and I thought my wife did too, but she'd started becoming more assertive and aggressive over time. My initial take for the first 5 or 10 years of our marriage was that if she felt that strongly about it, and I could give to her, sure, why not. But over time, as I gave her what she wanted, I noticed that she was becoming increasingly bitchy and disrespectful. We had played some bondage games before we started our family, with me spanking her, ordering her around, tying her up... but since becoming parents we hadn't had time for that for ages. But at some point it occurred to me how things fit together... and how she wanted and needed for me to set firm boundaries for her, and show her in charge. That she wanted me to spank her and dominate her took this son of a feminist mother a while to figure out, but all-in-all, our marriage is stronger since I did. For those not familiar with dominance and submission, it comes in many different flavors and extremes: our D/s relationship is more symbolic and perhaps more restricted to the bedroom than most who identify themselves as living that lifestyle. But it works for us, and when we can, we'll have scenes where I'm completely in charge, and she's completely submissive to me. Not regularly, though... there's always a time and place for romantic, vanilla sex, too, although I usually throw in something in our normal lovemaking to spice things up, like holding her hands over her head, giving her butt a few spanks, or most commonly, whispering dirty stories into her ear of what I'd like to do to here when we get time. For me, it's less about dominating her to my will than exciting her and giving her what she needs and maintaining a power structure that makes our marriage strong. But, over the past few years, our sex life had suffered given everything else we were trying to cram in. All of us get the same number of hours in a day, but the demands placed upon us --and that we place on ourselves-- varies a lot. As mentioned, our priority for the past couple years had been to raise our family and also to care for our rapidly aging parents. Beyond that was my demanding job which was important for me to excel at, in order to make sure I could continue to provide the upper-middle-class suburban lifestyle we had decided was right for our kids. That hadn't left much time for us... we always made time to spend at least an hour together each night just catching up and talking, and we were able to get away for the occasional date... but not nearly as much as we would have liked and really needed to. Time and money were both short, and we just didn't have any other family to help us, so our relationship had definitely suffered. But we both recognized it, and promised each other that someday we'd get away. And finally, it was someday. I had left my Blackberry in the safe, and my out-of-office was turned on. I had a beer in my hand, and my wife was sitting next to me in her bikini... and I knew that later we'd probably nap, and when we woke up, we'd have sex. I felt the pressure start to ease off a bit, a bit less strain in my chest. Hopefully, in a couple days with enough sleep, sex and relaxation, I'd soon be feeling relaxed... whatever that felt like. With that thought, I then thought of the couple special items I'd packed in my suitcase, and smiled. With both of us relaxed and rested, and with time on our hands, we'd be finding time for some D/s roleplay... and I was really looking forward to that. Looking at my redheaded wife contentedly starting to read a trash paperback she had packed, I knew that this was going to be a great vacation. ************************* Three nights later, we came down to the dining room for dinner. The previous two nights and three days had been great. Both of us had surprised ourselves by sleeping a lot more than we had in years, and our routine had been to get up, get breakfast, go to the beach, come back for lunch, have sex, nap, go back out to the beach, have a nice dinner, more sex, then bed. Not exciting, but exactly what we needed with our batteries so discharged. The sex had been great, if not noteworthy: It was nice just to spend time talking, tracing the line of her jaw or hipbone with my finger, until it came time to embrace, kiss, and make love. Being able to nap together, and wake up together, without anyone calling for a drink of water, turning on the TV, or breaking something was just a great vacation in itself. The package had included two 'private dinners' in the resort restaurant, which we had used the previous two nights. The rest of our dinners would be in the communal dining room. Dinner was buffet style, and the food great. You'd then pick a table and make conversation with the other folks at the table. We weren't terribly interested in making friends that night, but were happy to chat before we went back to our room. I already had some ideas about digging something out of the suitcase, and was starting to get a feel for the dynamic between my wife and me and whether it would be a night of dominating, tying, spanking, pleasuring, or some combination of those things. In our afternoon lovemaking session I could tell that she was getting ready for something new... as I pumped into her from behind, I had given her ass a few sharp smacks just before she came, and she had moaned aloud each time as I did so and ground back into me. I had reached up and put one hand around her shoulder and neck as I fucked her from behind, and with that she cried that she was cumming. "I'm cumming too!" I replied, and did. It was good, and a barometer that she was also ready for more than standard ol' vanilla sex, too. As we lay in bed afterwards, with me spooning her from behind and running my hands running over her naked breasts and belly, I said after a few minutes of contented silence, "Tonight, after dinner and maybe a dip in the Jacuzzi, when we get back to our room, I want you to go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, and knock on the door when you're ready to come out. When I tell you to enter, you'll come out wearing nothing but your sexiest underwear, heels, and a smile. You'll stand in front of me, and spread your legs to shoulder-width, then you'll put your hands behind your neck, presenting yourself to me. Then, you'll say, "How can I serve you tonight, Sir?" She said nothing for a moment or two, but my hand was still massaging her breasts and large, meaty nipples. I could feel her heartbeat pick up. Then: "Then what?" I smiled, and for effect, took my time answering. I whispered, very slowly and clearly, "Whatever I want." She said nothing, but I could feel her heart beating faster. I moved my hand down to her pussy. She was still wet from my cum... but I could feel the new heat and wetness there. My own heartbeat picked up, too. I nibbled her ear, and then whispered to her, "And you know what else? As you stand there, you'll realize that I've deliberately left the curtains open. Anyone walking by will be able to see you. They'll be able to see us, and whatever I'm doing to you." Her thighs closed tightly on my hand, and I could hear her inhale sharply. This was something we had always fantasized about, but had never done. She said in a small, breathy voice, "I'm scared of that. Someone might see us." "I know," whispered in her ear. "Maybe a couple will see us as they're walking by, and stop. They'll move back into the shadows and watch everything. They'll watch you as I get you completely naked, and they'll see what a dirty slut you are." My wife shivered and whispered, "I can't." I actually knew that she liked the idea, and the idea of being forced to do it, as we'd talked about the fantasy before. But we also both knew that it was something that we were very unlikely to make happen. But it got her hot to talk about. "You know you'd like it," I replied. "Maybe instead of leaving the curtains open, we'll meet another couple tonight, and I'll tell them to come by while you're getting ready in the bathroom. I'll have you come out blindfolded so you can't see them there. Then when you come out, they'll be in the room, watching you. Watching us." This time she didn't say anything... and I knew it was because she liked the idea. I had worked by fingers between her legs, and was rubbing her clit with two fingers. Her own hand joined mine down there, and she started working her clit while I moved my fingers into the opening of her pussy. She was hot and wet, and I knew that the more sex she got, the more she wanted. I decided to leave her hot and hanging, and I took my hand away. "You'll have to be a good girl and be patient... you'll find out what I have planned for you when we get home tonight." And then I added, "Of course, you were very bad before vacation, as well... hmm... we may need to make things right." "I've been good!" she cried with no hesitation. But she didn't turn around or add anything else, and I kissed her ear again as I pushed myself up and out of bed. "You think so? We'll discuss it later. I'm getting in the shower." ****************** Now we were in the dining room. We decided to stop by the salad and cheese bar first, and then turned around and looked for a place to sit. Several tables were full already, and as we walked across the room we noticed a table with a single couple, perhaps in their late 20's or early 30's. They were a nice-looking couple and since we wouldn't have to interrupt any ongoing conversations at other tables, I guided my wife over to them. "Can we join you?" I asked. The couple looked up, smiling, and I was immediately struck by the woman's striking grey eyes and clear skin. "Please," they both said at once, and I felt something in their demeanor I couldn't quite place... almost like they were together, but not so. I placed my plate in my spot, then pulled out the chair next to the chestnut-haired woman, and seated my wife.. I then sat down. For some reason I couldn't really fathom, I looked directly at the woman, who I was realizing was particularly attractive, and said, "I'm Luke, and this is my wife Mary Kay." As I finished, I then included the man in the introduction with a quick glance and smile. They were both wearing wedding rings. "I'm Mike," the man said. "And I'm Jessica," the woman said with a soft melodious voice with a southern accent. "Where are you from?" I asked. "Florida," answered Mike. "We're from Philly," I said. "This beats the hell out of Pennsylvania." They laughed, and it was funny how relaxed we felt already with these folks. "We used to love getting down to the Keys on vacation," I said. "Although we haven't spent much time in Florida for a while... well, besides Disney World." I smiled and rolled my eyes. Looking at her, I was seeing that she was a striking woman; her makeup was expertly applied, eye shadow and eyeliner highlighting her eyes, which were definitely her best feature. She was dressed in a simple red dress with plunging neckline, and no bra. "Really?" Jessica asked. "Do you go to Disney a lot?" I looked at my wife, who answered for us, "Too much. Kids. But let's not talk about that... they're blissfully far away right now." She laughed, and Jessica and Mike laughed politely as well. "It's just good to be able to finish a sentence without someone spilling something." They laughed again, and we all talked, and the conversation meandered comfortably. Mike and Jessica were both about 30 and we liked them, and they seemed to like us. Both gals were a bit shy, but warmed up to each other quickly. We all had similar backgrounds, but they were surprised that we were in our early 40's... "I would have thought you were only a couple years older than us," Jessica said. My wife dimpled. "I love it when people tell me that." She looked at me and then at Jess, and said, "People tell us that all the time that they're surprised we're not in our 30's... but I'm not sure what we're doing right. It's not clean living." With that she raised her wine and had another sip as we all laughed. She noticed Jess' jewelry. "Is that necklace Silpada?" Jess looked down at her necklace, and I took the chance to get a good look at her breasts... with no bra, I could get a really nice look down her cleavage. Her breasts were nicely shaped and full but not overly huge; I had to try hard not to stare. I decided that if the opportunity arose, I'd really like to see her naked. My wife and I don't play, but hell, you never knew... maybe we could invite them to join us in the Jacuzzi after dinner and we could get Jess to take her top off... or more. It had been a recurring fantasy of ours to maybe watching another couple have sex, or being watched, or maybe watching a husband dominate his wife. We had agreed long before to a general policy of "look but don't touch." But one always wonders, and I had just run that fantasy scenario by Mary Kay before we came down to dinner... "Why yes, it is. One of my best friends does these parties..." The girls talked more, and soon were chatting like old friends, despite the age difference. The waiter came by regularly with more wine, and two other couples joined us. I made small talk, but spent most of my time talking to Mike about general guy stuff. We had enough in common to be comfortable, and found that we even watched a few of the same odd shows on television. In what seemed like no time, our table mates had long since left, and we were nearly the last ones in the dining room. As we talked, we had watched through wide, open windows as the sun settled down over the horizon in beautiful reds and oranges, and dusk had fallen and it had become early evening. A cool breeze fluttered the gauzy drapes that framed the windows, and busboys came by clearing other tables. The waiters had kept our wine glasses full of wine through dinner, and I had lost count of how many times they'd topped us off. No one was drunk, but we were comfortably buzzed. Mary Kay and Jess were happily gabbing away, and were leaning towards each other as they talked, and I could tell that my wife was having a good time talking with Jess. Running off didn't seem quite right... we tend to be quiet, and don't always make new friends this quickly or easily. I still planned to get my wife back to our room for ravishing, but it was still a bit early, and we had talked about maybe going in the small Jacuzzi near our room tonight, before I told her she would have other plans... and I was still thinking that I'd really like to see Jess in her bathing suit... and even better, naked. I grabbed a chance to quietly ask Mary Kay if she was still maybe interested in the Jacuzzi, and maybe inviting our new friends, and she agreed, "sure." Surprise Seduction I spoke up, "Hey, what are you guys doing tonight?" "Nothing, really," answered Mike. I looked at Mary Kay and then to the couple. "We were just going to go in the small Jacuzzi near our room after dinner, do you want to come?" Mike smiled and shrugged. "I'm cool. Jess, you in?" Jessica looked at us and smiled a bit shyly. "Sure. Now? Okay, let's go get our suits." We all stood up and walked out together. I was definitely feeling the wine, and I could tell my wife was feeling good and relaxed after a couple glasses of red. Mike and Jess had had just as many as we had, so I guessed they were feeling about the same. We stopped by the outdoor bar and picked up two pitchers of the resort's rum punch to drink in the Jacuzzi, then continued towards our rooms. We found that our rooms were right next to each other at ground level in our little building, facing the Jacuzzi, which was surrounded by a low wall with tropical landscaping and several big palm trees, so we walked all the way to our rooms together. As we did, I couldn't help noticing Jess's figure. Her hips were wide and her ass was what many men would consider big but I liked, and she had just a hint of tummy under her sheer dress. As we walked behind her I got a good look at her ass moving, and as I looked at her delicious butt I could clearly see her dark underwear through her sheer red dress. I realized that there was a big printed word printed on them, in what looked like sequins. It took me a moment, and then I figured it out... it said, 'luscious.' My heart beat a little faster, and I felt a tingling stirring in my cock. Jessica had dressed this way deliberately, and wanted to be looked at, given her choice of dress and underwear. She even knew I was walking behind her and probably looking at her ass... women knew damn well when underwear showed through the fabric of their clothes. And we were about to be getting in a Jacuzzi with her and her husband. Tonight, I thought to myself, was looking really promising. Don't get me wrong, my wife is everything I've ever wanted in a woman, and I don't want anyone else... but just because you own one work of art it doesn't mean that you can't enjoy looking at others. We got to our rooms, and I said, "We'll meet you there in 5, okay?" "Okay, cool," said Mike. Mary Kay and I got back to our room and I shut the door behind us. As soon as I had closed the door she asked, "Did you see her underwear?" I laughed as I dug my swim trunks out. "Yeah, like you had to ask. You noticed that, too, huh? She nodded, "Hard to miss. What did they say?" "Luscious." I answered. "I could see you wearing those." My wife had kicked off her shoes and was getting out of her dress, revealing lacy back bra and panties. She didn't look at me. "I wore my sexy underwear for you... I guess you didn't want to see them after all." Uh oh. I answered quickly. "I do! Don't you think I don't. Not only do I want to see you in them, but I want to get you out of them... very, very slowly." I grinned, hoping that she wasn't pissed that I had switched plans for us. "You seemed to be having a really nice time talking to Jess, and we had talked about going in the Jacuzzi before we came back to our room for the night, so I thought that inviting those guys would be okay. And I definitely have plans for you later." My wife turned around, having hung up her dress. She looked amused, not pissed. Whew. "I know. I just wanted to see what you'd say." She unhooked her bra, revealing her large breasts. "I saw you checking her out." "Yeah. Was it that obvious?" "I noticed, I'm not sure they did." She paused. "Besides, I was checking her out, too. With that dress she was wearing, it was hard not to, when she's sitting down you can look right down it and she's not wearing a bra." She stepped out of her panties, and walked over to get her suit. I had pulled my trunks on, and watched as my wife put on a sexy one-piece that cut really deep and showed off her ample breasts. Despite it being a one-piece, it was the most revealing of the several suits she had brought. I took this as a good sign. "Are you trying to one-up her?" I said, nodding towards her cleavage as she adjusted the straps. She looked me in the eye, and answered, "Yep. I'll give you something else to look at besides her." I was a bit surprised... that's not something she'd usually say. Tonight was looking more and more interesting. "Well all right," I said. "It's going to be a good night." I walked up to her and pulled her into my arms. She looked up at me as I said, "You know you're the only woman I want, baby. And I mean that with all my heart. I may look at other women, but you're the only one I want to spend my life with. You understand that, right?" She nodded. "Yeah. I know men are different, and I don't even mind you looking that much... I can't blame you. But sometimes I feel a bit insecure." "You shouldn't." I said. "This is vacation, and the people we meet here we'll never see again. I guess it's a 'what happens at the resort stays at the resort' kind of thing." I smiled at her and looked into her eyes. "It wouldn't bother me if you looked at another guy... like you look at Eric from True Blood." Her eyes widened, and now I was grinning. "I see you look at him, and it doesn't bother me at all. I'll never look like him, and I know you love me. But I know he turns you on." I shrugged. "Hell, if I were a woman he'd turn me on." I had a thought, "How would you feel if it were Eric getting into the hot tub with us instead of Mike and Jess... and he thought you were hot." She looked at me with a look I didn't think I'd seen before. I think I liked it. She bit her lip for a second then answered. "I wouldn't kick him out." "How about if he wanted to see you naked," I ventured, "and I was okay with it." She actually looked conflicted for a moment, and I could tell she was considering not answering my question. Then said, "I don't know... maybe." "Liar." I said. "You'd be shy for about 1.5 seconds, then you'd be standing up and sliding your suit right off." She stared at me as I looked down at her in our embrace. I spoke in a more commanding voice. "Wouldn't you?" She bit her lip for another second, then I could her expression change to a 'what the fuck" look. "Yeah. I'd be embarrassed, but I'd do it, but only for him. I'm not as skinny as I used to be, though." "Yeah, but imagine he doesn't care. Imagine he looks at you the same way I do: he thinks you're really sexy, likes you exactly the way you look now, and he wants you. Imagine he made you completely forget about the things you don't like about your body." I paused. "Imagine he wanted to fuck you." I kept eye contact. "Would you do it? Would you do it if, just this once, in this time and place only, I wanted you to do it?" "I couldn't." she answered. "But would you want to? I'm confident enough about myself and my ability to satisfy you and keep you that I know you wouldn't leave me, and that it would just be sex. Let's say he's got someone with him, too, and his wife doesn't mind... she wants him to do it with you while we watch. Imagine... you're completely nude, and he's looking at you with lust in his eyes. He rises up from the Jacuzzi, water and bubbles streaming down his chest and defined muscles. As he stands, you realize he's not wearing a suit... and his cock is big and hard and sticking straight up from looking at you. He approaches you, and puts his hands on you, and starts to kiss you...and you look at me, and I look amused, not offended, and nod at you." I paused and looked at her. "Would you do it then?" "It'd be hard, I'd feel like I'm cheating..." she trailed off. "But yeah, I'm not sure I could resist if you wanted me to do it." Then her eyes refocused and she looked at me. "But that's not ever going to happen." I smiled. "I know, but you see how I'd see it at just sex, not cheating." "I don't know... this would never happen, but yeah, maybe in that one situation I might do it." She turned it around in her head for a moment. "I was about to say that I don't think I'd want you to do it with someone else though if our roles were reversed... but if there was a woman like Eric that you wanted and it made you happy, I'd be okay with it. As long as it was only once and it was just sex." She paused again. "I can't believe I just said that." I nodded and released her from my embrace. "Yeah. Well, the point is moot... we're not swingers and it's not going to happen... but it's fun to talk about. But we should probably get out there, it's been five minutes. And I want to see what Jessica has in store for us. "Yeah," my wife answered. "I'm more than a little curious, too." We grabbed our pitcher of drinks and headed out. ***************** Mike and Jess weren't there yet ---nor were any other guests. We set our pitcher of drinks on a nearby table, and grabbed two towels and put them on two chairs. I poured my wife a drink, and handed it to her, then poured one for myself and we both eased ourselves into the hot, bubbling water. We had just gotten settled and each taken a sip or two of our drinks when Mike and Jess appeared through the gate. I think my heart actually skipped a beat... and maybe Mary Kay's did too. Jessica led the way in, with Mike behind her carrying their pitcher and cups. She wore a dark blue bikini with big white polka dots, and the edges were lined with rolled fabric that continued as strings that tied on both hips and behind her neck and back. The effect was stunning. Even more stunning was her figure and unblemished, perfect skin. Her hips were unusually wide, and her tummy was soft and smooth and stuck out just a bit. She had a clearly defined waist that ended a couple inches above her navel, and her hips rose high. Her breasts were full in her bikini... not as large as my wife's, but not small by any means. The width of her hips made them look a bit smaller proportionately, I thought. But all-in-all, she looked exactly like I thought all women should look, and not unlike my wife, though their shapes and proportions were very different: there was nothing the least bit boyish about this gal. We said hello to each other as they approached us, and Mike stopped to put their pitcher on another table. Jess continued to walk towards us, and she took her time doing so, inviting us to take a good look at her. Her bikini accented her figure, and I really liked that. A lot of women would try to cover up that figure, but I liked that Jess "owned" what God had given her, and she took her time on her way to the water. As she got to the Jacuzzi she went to the ladder, and turned around with her back to us, saying something to Mike. This gave me a fantastic view of her ass, and I was impressed. I've always been an ass man, and she was built to order. The backside of her bikini was actually cut so that it followed the curve from just barely above the top of her ass crack to the top of her hips, like two wings. The rise of her hips was particularly high, meeting her waist high up, but in my opinion very attractively. The bottoms were cut so that the bottom of her ass cheeks were complete exposed where the cheeks met the thighs. As she stepped down into the water backwards, slightly bent over as she used the ladder, her ass was on perfect display, and I realized just how much there was of it... and how much it turned me on. I felt a thrill in my cock. I tried to think of other words besides, "huge," and "pear-shaped," and failed. That's exactly what she had, but she wasn't fat at all... she was just stacked and blessed with amazing curves. She was giving us a nice, long, view, I realized. I was staring, and looked almost --but not quite-- apologetically at my wife, who I think was staring herself. Mike came with her drink, and they eased themselves into the tub. I sat with my arm around my wife, and Mike and Jessica sat a little apart from each other. We chatted amiably about nothing, and continued to sip our drink, which were delicious, a blended mix of several fresh tropical fruits and rum. We had the Jacuzzi to ourselves, and at some point we had each finished our pitchers and a waiter had come back and replenished them once, perhaps twice. We had lost count, laughing and talking. Underneath the bubbles of the water, one of my wife's hands would occasionally sneak down to my crotch, and she would gently rub and squeeze my hardening cock through my trunks. Over time, as things do with adults, the conversation topic started edging towards sex. Despite what I thought was Jess' obvious flaunting of her body in front of us, at first they both seemed a bit reserved about talking about sex when it came up... perhaps it was partially their being young, but also where they came from, a more conservative Christian part of the country where 'nice' folks didn't talk about such things... but teasing was okay but everyone pretended that's not what it was. They definitely seemed interested and not offended by the increasingly sexual topics we were talking about though, but didn't jump right in on the topics as they came up. When I get comfortable with people, I tend to be out there and speak openly, so as we talked I didn't hesitate to touch obliquely on things around sex and what we liked to do, and they seemed to get more comfortable with talking about such things as we spent more time together and as the drinks flowed. The topic had moved over to women's shoes and what they had seen one woman wearing at dinner, and my wife looked over at me and asked deadpan, "What would you do if I came home with a six hundred dollar pair of shoes?" I shot right back, "I'd spank you for that, but that wouldn't deter you... actually, if I threatened to spank you you'd be more likely to buy them." My wife gave me a saucy look, and answered, "Probably." I was surprised and pleased my wife had run with it... we'd never really talked explicitly about what we do in the bedroom in front of anyone before. Grinning, I looked from my wife to Mike and Jess to see their reaction. They didn't seem too taken aback or offended, but Jess was looking at her drink, and Mike was sitting there quietly. Hum, okay, they didn't latch on to that, so that must be a bit wild to them. I decided to pretend to deliberately misunderstand their silence to keep it going... this was getting interesting. "Don't worry guys, I don't actually spank Mary Kay... well, not to punish her." I put a look on my face like I was worried they thought I was abusive to my wife, and said, "Um, I mean, well, I guess can say this since we probably won't all ever see each other again after this vacation, but what I mean is that sometimes I do, but it's for fun. You know, it's just part of the game sometimes, like with a blindfold and furry handcuffs and stuff like that. It's fun." I tilted my head, and asked, "I guess you guys have never done anything like that?" Mike didn't seem to know how to answer. "Uh, no..." He looked at Jess, who shook her head, but not unkindly. "We're not that adventurous." "Oh... well you should be, it's a blast." I said conspiratorially, as if I was embarrassed, but with deliberate enthusiasm sneaking in at the end. I explained further: "For a couple hours in the bedroom, you pretend to be what you secretly want to be, but would never be in real life." I nodded over at Mary Kay. "In normal life, we have a relationship of equals, and Mary Kay carries just as much load as I do, if not more. But doing a fantasy in the bedroom, I'm in charge, and she likes that." I looked at my wife, who looked back at me with no reaction. I had never really said this so directly to her, either. "In the bedroom, Mary Kay likes it when I take command and tell her what to do. I might pleasure her, or punish her, depending on what I feel like doing. And I love doing that to her, because she gets so into it." I paused, then said, "In a lot of ways, it gives someone permission to do what they'd really like to do. I saw someone call it 'permission to be a slut,' in an article I read online once, because it's sort of liked you're being forced to do it, so it's not really you, and that actually gives you the freedom to let loose." I looked over at Mike and Jessica, to see if I'd gone too far. On the contrary, I had their complete attention. I smiled at Jess. "Besides, you guys seem pretty adventurous to me." I decided to roll the dice one more time. "You're pretty daring in the bikini you're wearing." Jess smiled, and seemed a bit embarrassed. "Mike picked this out for me. It's pretty revealing, isn't it?" Her demeanor changed just a bit... she was hoping to hear a certain answer. "Oh yeah. But you look fucking hot in it." I looked over to Mike, and smiled at him. "Seems to me that your fantasy is to have people drooling over your wife." Mike's reaction was the strongest we'd seen all night... he started to stammer. "Oh, no, it's not that, I just like how she looks..." He trailed off, helplessly, and his protests made it clear somehow that having people look at his wife was exactly what he wanted. "Did he pick out what you were wearing at dinner, too?" Mary Kay asked. Jess nodded, looking at Mike. Her expression was poker-faced, but there was just a hint of something else. Satisfaction, maybe. "Seems we've got a hint of what Mike's fantasy is." I said, "He wants every guy in the room to want to tear Jess' clothes off." We all laughed, except for Mike. "How about you, Jess? He may have picked your clothes, but you're the one wearing them... do you get a kick out of wearing clothes that show of your hot bod?" I deliberately made the description of her body a bit lighthearted to try to make her comfortable answering. She hesitated, embarrassed, and I stuck in, "Hey, it's not like we're going to see you guys again. If you can't be honest here, then when can you be?" Jess looked at me and Mary Kay, then looked down and admitted, "Sure... I like the attention." My wife spoke up. "Who doesn't?" Jess looked up and Mary Kay smiled. "That's why I wear low-cut stuff, it shows off my best assets." She looked at Jess. "I'll bet you've had guys looking at you all week if you've been dressing like that all week. I'll bet you've worn lots of revealing stuff since you've been here, and you've caught the guys looking at you. Did you wear that bikini on the beach? I'll bet you had guys walking into palm trees." Jess grinned like she had been caught, and laughed. "Yeah, we've been out on the beach or at the pool a lot the last two days and I've been wearing tiny swimsuits. I can't believe I'm admitting this, but yes, I've had lots of guys staring at me. Yesterday, one guy..." I turned out that Jess knew exactly what she looked like, and enjoyed teasing the guys and getting the attention... but she obviously hadn't admitted it before. Too bad for Mike. Mike was spellbound hearing her talk about guys looking at her, and while her descriptions were PG-rated, she had really warmed up to talking about it and, I thought, the reaction it was having on Mike. It seemed they just didn't talk about sex stuff, and her flaunting herself and liking was something she had never admitted to Mike before. There was an interesting dynamic here. And boy, Mary Kay had known exactly what to say to get her talking about a sex-related area she was comfortable talking about. God, I love my wife. As Jess talked about guys she'd been showing off for, I moved my hand underwater over Mary Kay's thigh to between her legs. Jess actually had quite a few stories, and soon was telling us about another guy by the pool who had actually changed the direction he was walking so he could walk behind her as she went back to her room. As she spoke, my wife had parted her legs for me, and I was rubbing the slit of her pussy through the fabric of her suit bottom. When she finished, my wife said, "Yeah, everyone likes to look, or be looked at." "It's true," I agreed. I took another risk. "Imagine if you left the curtains to your room open while you were changing and that guy was walking by. You'd give him a heart attack." Jess laughed, as did Mary Kay and I. Surprise Seduction I looked at my wife, and said, "Actually, that's kind of like the fantasy we were talking about before we came out to the Jacuzzi." Jess and Mike both sat looking at us. I noticed that I didn't know where their hands were underwater either. My wife squeezed my hand that was in-between her legs with her thighs. "We were talking about leaving the curtains open when we were making love, so people could see us." I smiled. "Imagine if that same guy was walking by when we were doing that... he'd probably physically explode." We all laughed this time, and Mike actually spoke up. "That would be hot." Jess looked at him. "You'd like that?" Mike was reluctant to answer, so I prodded him. "C'mon Mike, you're on vacation and no one but us will ever know that you want people to see you and your wife. Admit it." He smiled helplessly, then nodded. Jess looked at Mike appraisingly, and I tried to sort out her expression. It was interesting... it was a bit of pleasure maybe, and satisfaction... and, I don't know, defiance. I filed that away for future consideration. The silence started to stretch, so as usual, I filled it. "That's hot to think about. Would you ever do it?" To my surprise, Jess took the question seriously, and seemed to be considering it. An expression of surprise --and lust—crossed Mike's face, and he was looking at Jess intently. I rubbed between Mary Kay's legs with a little more pressure, and her hand came down and squeezed my wrist. She was hanging on Mary Kay's words, too. "Once, in college, some people saw me and my boyfriend..." Mike's jaw visibly dropped. He, apparently, was learning a lot tonight. "Jess, you never told me that!" Her smooth shoulders rose, then fell back. "You knew I had boyfriends before you. We were at a party at his school and I didn't know anyone, and we snuck upstairs, and he convinced me to do it in somebody's room. I was almost completely naked when these people walked in." She looked at Mike, then at us. "I was horrified, but they left right away, and I just let him finish, and it was so hot. And when we came downstairs later there were still people there, and I felt like they all knew what I had done. Maybe some of them did, I had no idea who had walked in." She looked at her drink. "I still think about it." "Wow," I said. It had taken a bit for her to loosen up about stuff, but the alcohol or something else had definitely done the trick. There was sexual tension in the air now, and if Mary Kay and I were horny, Mike was almost vibrating with repressed desire. Other times I'd have almost definitely changed the topic to something safer, but there was no way I was doing that tonight... I felt us getting up to the edge of something, and I didn't know what, but I had to get some sort of concrete signal that they were open to our advances to figure it out. So I actually asked the question that occurred to me, and looked to Mike. "Hey Mike, how do you like the idea of seeing another guy with your wife?" As I said this, I could feel my cock stiffen to full hardness. Mike looked at me, and then Jess, blinking rapidly. "I don't know..." My bullshit detector rang hard. He was avoiding the question, probably afraid of being rejected by Jess. But I realized he needed this out there... I had found that having things on the table was actually best, so I did what I hoped would be a favor to him and put in, "I don't know 'maybe,' or I'd don't know 'no?'" He struggled to say something for a moment, then admitted, "Maybe." I don't know why I said it, but it just came out. "Which really means 'hell, yes!'" Mary Kay suddenly laughed the laugh when she laughs with someone, as Jess looked at Mike with an expression I couldn't read, but which definitely wasn't rejection. "Luke, you're embarrassing Mike," Mary Kay said. She looked at Mike and said, "You poor thing, you're getting outed by people you've just met and in front of your wife." She smiled and crinkled her eyes in amusement, first at Mike and then Jess. "It sounds like he has a fantasy he'd never have admitted to you unless some people," she turned her head and looked right at me, "weren't being pricks." "I'm not being a prick!" I shot back, hoping that it was true. "It's just that I thought it would help to get stuff out there... you've got to talk about stuff. And besides, it's really interesting and I don't think Mike or Jess are offended." I looked to Jess, "I didn't offend you, did I Jess?" Jess shook her head slightly, and her mouth set in a quizzical manner. "No... no, I'm not offended. I just never expected... that." "Hey, this is all fantasy," I said. "And it's funny, but actually you guys seem to be turned on by the same things. That's actually a good thing. Hell, we get turned on by similar stuff, too." Linking us to them suddenly seemed to ratchet up the sexual tension, and that funny sort of silence fell, the kind falls when two people are waiting to see who makes the first move. Both Jess and Mike were clearly waiting to hear what I would say next, and not avoiding eye contact or changing the subject. I spoke up, my heart beating. "You know... Mary Kay and I were saying that if we got the chance..." Voices intruded on my words as two other couples opened the gate to the Jacuzzi area and came in talking with their towels and drinks. As they came through the gate we nodded and said hello, as I thought, "Aw shit." I realized that these folks came in right when I was about to make an overt move on this couple, and my wife was on board with it... and my heart was beating rapidly. Not only had I not expected to be making a move on anyone, but I was shocked that my wife was cool with it. I had to act fast if I was to salvage this... I could feel the moment slipping away, whatever might be in store. I leaned forward and spoke quietly. "Hey, I know I was just saying we're on vacation so we can speak openly, but I don't want to share what I was going to say with the whole resort." I laughed. "And I think Mary Kay and I have been in the Jacuzzi long enough, anyway. Let's get another pitcher of drinks and go back to your room and we can hang out there. Sound good?" It was a tiny bit awkward and a lot more forward than I'd usually be, but time was tight: The first of the other gals had dropped her wrap and was heading for the water. Mike and Jess looked at each other and Mike said, "Yes, that sounds good... is that cool with you, Jess?" Jess knew where this could head if she agreed, and was hesitant. Then my wife spoke up, "Don't worry, he's tame. He just just likes to talk about stuff. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but this has been fun and it's definitely not something I'd usually talk about, either." Mary Kay's word's convinced Jess, and she nodded, smiling. "Okay." ************************* We stopped by the bar and made small talk as we refreshed our pitchers and walked back to Mike & Jess' room. My heart rate was elevated, and a good part of my attention was on thinking through what I'd say and do when we got to the room. I didn't have much time to plan. Luckily, Mike was almost completely silent, and my conversation with the two girls was light enough that I didn't need to follow it too closely to be involved. Both girls seemed cheerful and had regained their previous rapport amazingly quickly, and were yammering away. I took this as a great sign... if they were uncomfortable, well, we might as well part now. I felt like I needed a plan, and to have an idea of what I was after, and I was trying to sort out in my mind what each of the other three people wanted, and how far I could push. My wife... we'd always had a no-touching policy: she didn't mind me looking, but she didn't want me touching anyone else, and had felt it was cheating. I walked behind her and Jess as they walked, and she had wrapped her towel around her waist, and I was disappointed I couldn't see her butt move as she walked... I thought of how much I loved her shape as I thought that I'd been fine with our no-touching rule for fifteen years and hadn't thought any more about it. But it seemed that now there might be some play in that rule, in limited circumstances like these. I'd probably very carefully watch her to see how she reacted to whatever happened, and I'd try to get her to participate in each step forward. Actually, she'd already inserted herself in a couple of times before and got us where we were now... so we'd see what happened and figure that out. Mike: I was having trouble reading him and what he wanted. It could be that he was shy or embarrassed, but I was starting to wonder if he was sexually submissive. I had really had to twist his arm all night to get direct answers out of him about stuff, and he just didn't seem to want to volunteer much, probably for fear of what Jess might think. But I felt on pretty safe ground that he was looking to me to lead everything here, and whatever happened here would be making it happen, not him. I wondered if he would suddenly have a freak-out at some point and run off or make them leave. No way to tell, and I decided I'd just try to take it easy and push firmly but not too hard. But, for the moment, the signs pointed to Mike wanting to just stay in the background, and let whatever happened with Jess happen. It was interesting, I realized: my wife was also involved here, but I knew that anything that happened would likely not involve Mike at all. It was between me, Mary Kay, and Jess. Jess. I'd been getting another long, good look at her in her bikini, and was admiring again how it really highlighted and revealed her curves, and also her figure and smooth skin. Her butt moved delightfully as she walked, and the fabric left nothing to the imagination. She wanted to be looked at, there was no question about that, and now she even knew that I was looking at her. She also had definitely liked the compliments we'd given her. That my wife was there and supportive of her I think made things less threatening to her. I had also noticed that while Mike might answer for them, he always did it in a way that deferred to Jess. She was obviously the one had more power in the relationship, but I doubted either one of them would admit it. I wondered if that was an issue for them, and if there was any awareness of it: I knew from having been married for quite a long time now that my wife really needed to me to take charge sometimes, for me to just drop into the old 'traditional' role of "me husband, you wife." It was anathema to how I was raised, but I'd noticed it really set the dynamics of our marriage back on a solid ground when I did. As I thought this, I felt my the stress in my chest drop down a notch: I felt pretty sure I'd figured out part of the dynamic for tonight, and that playing an assertive, almost dominant role was the way to go here, and it would get me what I wanted. Also, we'd all had more than a few drinks during the course of the evening, and I was sure that was loosening us all up as well. The question was, what did I want? Earlier, I'd have been absolutely psyched to have just seen Jess naked, and Mary Kay and I had talked about maybe watching another couple have sex, or having them watch us, or maybe watch another couple in a Dominance / submission scene. That had all seemed so far out there as to be impossible, and was probably about all I would let myself fantasize about. But now, a lot more seemed possible, even likely. I grimaced momentarily as I walked. The first priority was to not fuck up my marriage, or hurt my wife. That was absolutely not something I wanted to do. But I was pretty sure I had the green light to move ahead here and find where the limits were. I wondered if maybe my wife would be interested in getting it on with Jess, and vice versa. I thought that my wife might be interested, but I suspected that would be too much for Jess. I thought about having Mike and Jess let us watch them have sex, or the other way around, and that just didn't seem to resonate right... Mike, I was pretty sure, was only going to be a spectator, and that's all he wanted or was capable of for whatever reason. But bottom-line, this was all around Jess. She would be the center of whatever happened. The trick, I thought, would be making it about her and getting her to do things that way. I nodded imperceptibly to myself. She liked the attention... that would be the key lever. But what did I want? I suddenly had a small pang of guilt as I admitted it to myself: I didn't just want to see her naked, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to touch her, and feel her smooth skin. I wanted to see my wife with her, but I also wanted to run my own hands over that glorious ass of hers just like I did with Mary Kay's, and feel her let her legs part when I put my hands between them and spread her knees. I wanted to feel her mouth on my cock, and suddenly I realized I also wanted to fuck her good, much better than I suspected her husband could do to her. I wanted her know what a good, animal fuck felt like, as her husband and my wife watched. And I felt like I was close on understanding what Mike wanted with that thought. For whatever reason, Mike wanted his wife to be pleasured by someone else. It crossed my mind to wonder if his dick was really small, or he just wasn't good in the sack, or maybe he was gay and didn't know it. I didn't know, and I wasn't likely to find out. All I knew was that he was stepping back as I took the lead here, making his wife available to me. And it was up to me to make whatever was going to happen, happen. I looked at my own wife. She had about fifteen years on Jess, and had also had three kids. She wasn't as thin as she was when she was in her twenties... but she still looked great for her age, and her curves were awesome. She was everything I wanted in a woman. And I just liked her, and liked being with her. Even more, I loved her, and when I looked at her, I constantly thought of how beautiful she was. But a streak of honesty compelled me to ask myself if she really was everything I wanted if I was thinking that I wanted to fuck this other woman? And I realized my thoughts had come full circle to my earlier conversation with Mary Kay: this was just sex, not anything more than that. It was exciting and fun, but not a replacement for my wife. I knew that I actually wouldn't be doing anything without her there. But she was there, and she was doing it largely for me. But not entirely ---my wife has a dirty, dirty mind, and I knew she thought about stuff like this just as much as me--- but she was doing this because she knew it was making me hot. But these thoughts made me get a firm grip of my sparking gonads: I'd play this one by ear and keep a close eye on my wife and how she was reacting to everything, and if she showed the slightest sign of not being cool with what was happening, I'd immediately back off. I nodded to myself, committing myself. I actually knew it might be hard to stop if I had to, but I would, and without resentment. Hell, how many guys had wives who would let things go this far? I considered again trying to get just my wife and Jess to hook up, and dismissed the idea again. While that was almost as good as being involved myself and I'd be insanely happy if that happened, I just suspected the girls wouldn't be into it. I'd either just get Jess nude and get a good look at her, or... well, who knew. Enough thinking. All this raced through my mind as we got to Mike and Jess' room and came into the door. I trailed, and shut the door behind us. I felt --no, I knew-- that I'd have to take control as soon as I could, to keep a whole little game of inches from playing out and having to make a bunch of little moves. That could take all night, and who knew how that would end if everyone had lots of chances to get cold feet. They knew as well as we did what game we were playing, and I decided that I had to get things moving, but in a non-threatening way. I was last through the door and I shut it behind me. The curtains were already pulled. Mike had seated himself in one of the two chairs at the little table by the curtains, and the two gals had seated themselves on the bed, talking about other things to do on the island. Their conversation hit a lull right as I turned around, and I jumped right in. "Jess, those stories you were telling about what men will do to get a look at you in your skimpy outfits were really hot. I've got to ask: would you ever do that back in Florida?" Jess shook her head, "Heavens, no. That's only something we do on vacation when we don't know anyone." We all nodded. "Yeah, we'd never talk about any of this stuff with anyone that we knew in our normal lives." I said. "And I just kinda realized that just talking with you guys about this stuff is actually one of my fantasies. It's not something we ever talk about with other folks." Jess answered, "Not us, either. I guess some folks do, though..." "Yeah," I said. "Um, you know, I said I was going to tell you guys about the fantasy Mary Kay and I were talking about this morning and how it's like yours... and I just want to say that it's really cool you guys are so cool about talking about this stuff... I think most people are interested, but don't. I'm really glad we've fallen in with you guys. Hell, most people we meet at resorts we're happy to just avoid for the rest of the vacation... you know, people just talk about such inane stuff." I paused for a moment, and looked for nods, which I was pleased to see I got from all three of them. Good. "It's just really cool how we can talk about stuff that we never talk with anyone... and it's really fun." My wife spoke up, "You're doing most of the talking." Everyone laughed, including me. "Yeah, I guess I do that." "Anyway, talking about this stuff in the Jacuzzi was fun but kinda embarrassing, because you never know how people are going to react, and I was thinking, ya know, we really don't need to be embarrassed. We're adults, if we want to talk about this stuff, we should. And we should just drop the acts and just be who we are and have fun. Let's agree to not be uncomfortable about anything when we're talking, and that we also agree to just be entirely honest in everything we say here, so there's no guessing or wondering about stuff. God, I was thinking of what a relief it would be to actually say what you're thinking and knowing you're not going to get rejected. And if someone's uncomfortable talking about something, just say so, but give it chance." I paused, looking for reactions. Heads nodded again: Mike shrugged. Good. The trap was set, time to spring it, "And we'll just be honest with each other in general, and answer each other's questions and stuff." I looked at Jessica as I said this. I knew it really came down to her answer here. "Sure," she said. I looked at Mike and Mary Kay. "Yeah, that makes sense," said Mike. "Of course," said my wife. I nodded. Cool. I didn't think that Mike and Jess realized that they had just given me the authority to ask them direct questions about stuff, and then push them for real answers instead of answers that dodged the questions. They weren't stupid by any means, and who knew if they'd actually hold to their word if we got to things they didn't want to admit, but this was good: from here on out, I could really start driving the conversation and the night the way I wanted. "Well, all right then," I smiled radiantly, and my wife laughed. "Top off my glass and I'll pick up from where we left off in the hot tub." Mike was sitting at the small table with two chairs that would overlook the courtyard outside if the curtains weren't pulled, and he poured punch into my cup as I walked over to the other chair. I pulled it out, spun it around, and sat down on it, resting my arms on the back.