Just before we were married Pam, my ex-wife and I were going through some of her old snapshots. When we came to one, I whistled and said, "Sexy Bikini! When was that taken?"
Pam replied, "It was taken by Jack at Ocean City, MD last summer." (Jack was her lover and dom for the 3 years just before we met in 1989.)
I said. "I would like to take some photos of you in that bikini."
She said, "I don't have it anymore!"
"What happened to it?"
"When I was at Club Med with Beth last October, I traded it for that Club Med t-shirt you liked so much at Sanibel. There was a game night where guests and staff members performed together. I was paired with Roger, and we were told to go behind a screen and swap clothes. The screen was back lit and the audience could see silhouettes of us as we stripped each other and changed clothes." She volunteered.
"Do you mean you were naked with him behind the screen?"
She was embarrassed by my question and was apologetic, "I was still in a funk about Jack dumping me and Beth had practically forced me to go on the trip down there. It was our third night there and we had pretty much spent the whole time there drinking pina coladas. Roger was one of the activities staff. I met him on the first night at the disco and we hooked up."
A wave of emotion hit me when I heard "hooked up". Pam had told me almost from the first time we had slept together that she had done a lot of playing around. She had expressed remorse and had said, "I only wish that I had saved myself for you." I knew I should not be shocked but I was having a pang of ire mixed with disappointment and jealousy. Without thinking I blurted out angrily, "Hooked up as in you fucked him!"
Pam shot back. "I told you months ago, I did a lot of wild stuff. You said that it didn't matter, that you loved me. Now you are down my throat about a meaningless vacation fuck. I was vulnerable and horny. Roger was handsome, nice and available. Yes! I fucked him. I fucked him every night that week and a few times during the day too! He was a great fuck, better than Jack."
"Better than me?" I said humbly. I have always had an inferiority complex about my looks and sexual attractiveness. I felt very inferior.