by Selena Kitt
Our daughters were staying with my parents, and we were spending time in paradise rediscovering each other. The island of Maui was stunning, so green and lush, with deliciously scented flowers more plentiful than weeds were at home. During daylight hours we'd been zip-lining, scuba diving, sightseeing, and relaxing by the pool. At night, along with a requisite luau, we'd been drinking, dancing, drinking some more, and jumping between the sheets. We'd had more sex during the five days of our vacation than we typically have in a month at home, and it had been fabulous.
On the actual night of our anniversary, we had dinner on the beach at a resort near ours. The sand was dotted with round tables for two, each spaced well apart from the others for privacy. During the delicious five-course meal, we reminisced--about our wedding, our kids, our families. Over dessert, Eric brought the conversation into new territory.
As we shared white chocolate macadamia nut crème brûlée, my handsome husband reached across to take my free hand and held it beneath his on the table. I was surprised to see that he looked tentative and uncertain. I couldn't imagine what he had to be nervous about after all these years.
"This vacation has been great, hasn't it?" he asked.
"Yes..." I agreed, with some trepidation.
He rubbed the knuckles of my hand with his thumb. "I feel so close to you, Victoria."
I smiled and waited.
"I've been having a fantasy...." He hesitated.
Seeing him look nervous was kind of cute. It reminded me of our first date. Eric is fair-skinned and turns red when he's uncomfortable. I had found it endearing when we met fourteen years ago.
"Yes," I repeated, with encouragement this time.
He put down his spoon and ran his hand through his short, sandy hair before leaning in closer to me. "I wonder if you'd be willing to explore a fantasy with me."
"Hmmm." I put down my spoon, took a generous sip of my Blue Hawaii, thinking I might need it, and then asked, "What do you have in mind?"
We never really talked about fantasies, and I understood why he was feeling nervous. Our first few years together, we'd had little need for fantasy. Being together was exciting without requiring any enhancements. Now, after so many years, we were familiar to one another; we were completely comfortable and we knew what the other liked. At least, I thought I knew what he liked.
Eric's face turned redder still and his hand, continuing to rub mine, was sweating, but he seemed encouraged by my responses. "I'd like to see you...with another man."
I stared at him, my eyebrows raised in surprise.
"I think about other men kissing you, being with you..." More rubbing on my hand.
I took another swallow of my drink and pushed it down with a gulp. "Really?" was all I could think to say. This wasn't what I'd been expecting. If I had ever wondered what Eric might fantasize about, him watching me with another man wouldn't even have made the list. I knew he wasn't the jealous type, but he'd never given any indication that he was the sharing type. "Wait a minute. What do you mean when you say you'd like us to explore this?" I asked.
"Here, away from our lives, away from everyone we know--I was wondering if you might like to...be with another man..."
"I don't want anyone but you," I said quickly.
"It wouldn't mean anything. And it would only be one time." He squeezed my hand and stared into my eyes.
I was silent, and returned to my drink, finishing it. The server came over, and I gratefully accepted her offer of a refill.
When she left the table, Eric took a new angle on the discussion. "What do you fantasize about?" he asked.
It was my turn to hesitate. I thought about the scenarios that sometimes played out in my head and I considered completely denying their existence. I wondered if it was normal for long-married couples to be so uncomfortable with this kind of discussion. Eric was looking at me expectantly and I saw warmth in his expression. He had just shared something with me that he was obviously nervous about, so I decided to make the leap.
"Well...sometimes...I think about men...other people...seeing my body. Like, I imagine wearing really skimpy clothing and having people see...everything. But I would never really do that," I said. "I couldn't."
Eric was smiling, his eyes flicking down toward my body and back to my face. "Why not?" he asked. He finally stopped rubbing my fingers and moved his warm caress up my forearm. "Our fantasies go together as well as we do. You could be an exhibitionist for an evening, and I could watch other men make moves on you."
I looked around, hoping my new drink would arrive soon. He's serious, I thought. I didn't know how to react.
Eric continued, "We don't know anyone here. We'll never see anyone here ever again after Saturday." He looked at me, smiled hopefully, and squeezed my arm. "What do you say?"
Everything in my head was yelling "no" but I felt a sudden rush of heat below my belly that said "maybe."
* * *
The next morning I woke briefly and found Eric's side of the bed empty. I rolled over and fell back asleep. Some time later, I woke again when I heard the door of our room close. I sat up to see Eric coming toward the bed with a shopping bag in one hand and two coffees in a drink carrier in the other.
"How are you this morning?" he asked as he put the drinks down on the table by the window. Before I answered, he brought the bag over to the bed and told me he had bought something for me. Inside the bag was a rectangular box, and inside that I pushed aside tissue paper to find a silky, white garment. I lifted up thin straps to reveal a shirt, or was it a dress?
"It's for tonight," Eric said. "I saw it in the window of the shop downstairs."
"Tonight?" I asked, still groggy with sleep.
He looked at me significantly and waited for me to remember. I began to replay last night's conversation in my head. I remembered us sharing our fantasies, and I remembered a third cocktail, some sexy flirting, kissing at our table for two. Oh! I agreed, I remembered.
* * *
We spent the day at the pool and on the beach, and in contrast to earlier days of our vacation, I felt tense and uneasy. I tried to back out of our arrangement for the night, but Eric was sweetly persistent each time I brought it up.
After an early dinner we returned to our room where I showered, shaved, and primped to excess. Eric brought out the white garment, which turned out to be a dress, more or less. The top was a halter, with thin straps holding up loosely flowing fabric and a neckline that plunged low between my breasts. The bottom of the dress stretched tightly across my hips and was just long enough to be considered decent. I couldn't hide a bra under the dress, and Eric talked me out of wearing panties. I felt nearly naked.
"I can't imagine how this will go," I worried. "What if someone hits on me? How should I react? What are the ground rules?"
"Of course someone will hit on you," Eric said. He stood behind me and caught my eye in the mirror. "Look at you."
I liked the contrast of the bright white fabric against my vacation-tanned skin and my dark, wavy hair. I'd never worn a dress as tiny and sexy as this one, and in it, I wondered if I might be able to pretend to be someone different, someone bold and flirtatious. Eric ran his hands along the low neckline of the dress, then down the sides of my breasts. "No ground rules," he continued. "I want you to have fun. I want to watch you have fun." He teased a finger across my nipple. "And you don't have to worry. I'll be nearby if you need me."
"Are you sure this is really what you want? You won't be jealous?"
"I know you're mine." He trailed a path across my other nipple. "Let's see where the night goes."
* * *
We hailed a taxi at the resort's entrance and received a friendly greeting from the driver, a Hawaiian man who was maybe in his late forties. He opened the van's door for us and questioned Eric about our destination while his eyes moved slowly from my face down to my strappy pumps and back.
Inside the cab, I sat close to my husband and admired his appearance while he made small t
alk with the driver. Eric was wearing crisp khakis and a button-down shirt with the neck open and the sleeves rolled up. His strong physique was apparent under the fitted shirt, and I wondered if other women would be hitting on him tonight.
During our ride, Eric explained to me that he had asked around, and chose for our destination a bar that was popular with locals, with the hope that more singles would be there, rather than the vacationing couples and families that filled our resort.
"Have I told you how good you look tonight, Victoria?" he said. I smiled at him and he leaned in to put his lips on mine. He started with small, gentle kisses, then parted my lips with his and began to explore my mouth with more hunger. As he moved to my earlobe, and then kissed his way down my neck, I wished that we were spending the night alone together. I didn't want to act like I was looking for other men; I wanted him. But I also wanted to make him happy, and if exploring his fantasy for one night would please him, then I would do my best to play along.
He continued exploring a hot trail down to my breasts, until he found one of my nipples and covered it with his mouth through my dress. I watched him use his teeth to move aside the loose fabric and draw out my nipple, and I got a thrill seeing it exposed here in the cab. I quickly glanced at the driver's mirror; his eyes were on the road. Leaving the first breast uncovered, Eric moved to my other and repeated the action, pulling the fabric aside, revealing the pink nipple. He gazed at my bare chest with naked lust, then looked up at me and smiled. He leaned close and took one breast in his mouth and sucked hard, drawing it in deep and triggering sensations low in my belly.
I moaned before I could censor myself and when I looked over my husband's head, this time I found the driver's smiling reflection in the rearview mirror. Eric's head blocked the driver's view of my naked chest, but from his smile, I could tell he had a good idea of what was happening in the back seat. It made me even hotter to know the stranger was imagining my breasts right now, maybe even wanting to suck on them himself.
Eric turned his attention to my other breast and I arched my back and let my head fall backward as he licked and sucked and made my pantiless pussy wet. After feasting on my cleavage, he returned to my mouth and kissed me deeper still. I felt the cab slow down and turn, and the driver announced that we had reached our destination. Eric gave me another kiss before leaning back into his position next to me, leaving my breasts on display. I recalled our discussion last night, and knew he had intentionally left me exposed. My impulse was to quickly readjust my dress, but I waited, reminding myself that this was one night, far away from reality, for exploring fantasies. I snuck a quick glance toward the rearview mirror and found the driver straining to get a better view into the back seat. I felt a rush of excitement as I waited another moment, allowing him to get a good, long look at my tits, my nipples still hard and wet from Eric's kisses, and then I leaned forward and wiggled my shoulders so the fabric fell back in place and covered me.
We pulled up to a busy beachfront bar, where both people and music spilled from the doors. Eric paid the driver and instructed me to wait two minutes before coming in. He wanted me to walk in alone, a single woman. I gave myself a silent pep talk while I watched him disappear inside the bar's entrance. The driver turned in his seat and made polite conversation while I waited. The admiring grin that was spread across his face, and the way his eyes repeatedly drifted to my chest and bare legs, helped boost my confidence.
After a couple of minutes had passed I opened my door and the driver hurried around to help me out of the van. He held out his hand to steady me as I stepped down, and gave my hand a squeeze before releasing it.
"Have a fun evening, beautiful," he said.
I thanked him and made my way into the bar.
* * *
The place was crowded and many of the patrons did appear to be locals. A dance floor to the right of the entrance was surrounded by tall lounge tables, most of them occupied. Beyond the dance floor, which was half full of people partying to an old eighties' song, the far wall of the building was open to the beach. I wanted to locate Eric, but resisted that urge and headed to the bar area to the left. I felt self-conscious, but I also felt sexy, if those two things can possibly coexist. I felt my breasts sway under the silky scrap of a dress; the fabric felt cool and smooth against my skin, like a gentle caress as I made my way slowly through the crowd. When I noticed some heads turning my way I found the courage to pull my shoulders back and walk with confidence.
I settled on the nearest available barstool and ordered a Mai Tai from the young bartender, who gave me a crooked grin and a leisurely appraisal. As I surveyed the other patrons, it occurred to me that I had no previous experience with this situation. During college I'd gone to clubs with groups of women or with dates, and Eric and I hadn't gone to a bar in years. I'd never before been to one on my own. I wasn't sure how this was supposed to go. The bartender delivered another lingering stare along with my order, and I eagerly took several sips of the fruity drink, glad to find he had made it a strong one.
When I looked up from my cocktail, I found myself staring into the eyes of a dark, handsome man seated directly across the bar. He had a head of thick, wavy hair and a gaze so piercing that, after a few long seconds, I lost my nerve and looked away. I took another taste of my drink, then risked a glance back at the stranger. He was still staring at me, this time with a curious expression and a slight smile. I held his gaze, smiled with my eyes, and then looked down.
The ability to flirt was apparently second nature. Without giving it conscious thought, I found myself tilting my head and twirling a strand of my hair between my fingers.
"How's your drink, miss?" The bartender was suddenly in front of me, smiling a goofy grin, calling me Miss when I was a Ma'am.
I fought the urge to look past him to catch the stranger's eye again. "It's great. Thank you."
"Are you here on vacation?"
I didn't want to be rude, but I didn't want to get into a lengthy discussion. I was polite but kept my answers short, and the bartender finally moved along.
And the stranger was gone.
I was surprised by the heavy thud of disappointment that hit me. There had been something about his dark eyes that had immediately drawn me in, and now he was gone. I started scanning the room to see if I could spot him when I felt someone brush against my shoulder.
"Are you here alone? Can I join you?" The voice was deep and sexy.
The dark man was at my side, looking down at me. Heat flared up from my stomach to my face and it took me a minute to find my voice.
"Umm, sure," I said, feeling the nerves I'd been fighting come rushing back.
I watched him take the stool next to me. His knee, clad in stiff khakis, brushed against my bare leg. The angular lines of his olive face were accented by well groomed stubble. Is this really happening? My body was lighting up with excitement, but I also felt a small wave of panic. I suppressed the urge to look around for Eric.
"I'm Julian," he said, those eyes focused on me as if I were the only person in the room. He was even better looking up close, almost too attractive.
"Victoria," I said. I tried to hold his gaze but felt my face start to burn.
The bartender reappeared and Julian ordered a beer. I shook my head when he offered me a drink since my glass was still half full.
As soon as we were alone again, I felt the heat of Julian's stare. "Where's your husband tonight?" he asked abruptly.
I froze. "What?" I thought I must have heard him wrong.
"Your husband? Is he here?"
"I–I'm not married," I said, faltering only a little.
Julian's eyes found my left hand, and then he reached for it, holding it up between us, displaying the pale circle where my wedding band had rested for the past ten years. His skin felt smooth and cool, and he held my hand a bit longer than necessary before releasing it.
"I work at the hotel you're staying at," he explained. "I was in the lobby when you and your husba
nd checked in. You caught my eye." His eyes flicked down and then looked back into mine. "You're very beautiful."
Again I faltered, feeling both flattered and flustered. "Thank you."
"I've seen you both around the resort together too." He slowly looked me up and down, his eyes lighting a fire across my body. "I'm guessing by the way you're dressed that you had a fight and you came here to teach him a lesson." He took a swig from his bottle while I remained silent. "Or is he here somewhere, and you and he are playing a game?"