We spent the time together in our room reconnecting. It started with a shared shower, where we cleaned the sand from the beach off of each other. We kissed. Tasting the lips of my sweet wife was rejuvenating.
But then, I went to touch her pussy, which I had avoided during our rinsing, and she ever slightly backed away. I looked at her face and she was biting her bottom lip. It was an intentional move. Her eyes told me that she had some inner turmoil she didn't want to verbalize.
"You don't want me to even touch your pussy, do you?"
She briefly shook her head. She had made a decision but was nervous about telling me.
"It's your last night with him and you want your pussy to be just his for the rest of it."
"Yes," she said weakly, happy I understood without her having to spell it out for me. "That's ok, right?"
I felt my face get flush. Not out of anger, but arousal. This whole adventure started because she discovered my fetishizing of cuckolding. She had her own desires and some grew out of wanting to give me what I sought. But she was fully into it all now as well.
"Yes," I replied.
"Does it turn you on that I just want him and not you? That's what you wanted, right?"
My erection told her my answer before my words did. "Yes. Yes, it is."
"Terry said it would turn you on."
I hadn't heard her refer to him by this shortened version of his name. It displayed a new level of intimacy between them and reminded me of the time I spent away from them. They had done more than just have sex. They had even talked about me and my turn-ons.
"Terry?"
"Yeah. But... don't call him by that, ok? He doesn't like to be called that by anyone else, but he... likes it from me."
I nodded. As I was reflecting on our discussion, I saw sadness in her eyes.
"You're sad this is your last night with him. You wish you could continue, don't you."
Again, she bit her bottom lip and nodded.
"Would you want to see him again after we get home?" I asked her.
She looked at me with a glimmer of hope. "Do you think that is wise?"
I got her meaning on multiple levels. Taking our new adventure from excusable "vacation rules" to potentially making it a lifestyle for us would be a massive step, even more than the one we took to test the waters during this vacation. What would that mean for us trying to start a family? How would that affect our careers, our friends, and our family?
I shrugged in response. "I honestly don't know. There's a part of me that recognizes we've opened a door that won't be so easy to close. And there's a part of me that doesn't really want that door to close. But I also recognize that you've fallen pretty hard for him in a very short amount of time. I can't imagine what more time with him will do for your feelings for him. It scares me and excites me in equal parts."
She nodded, silently reflecting on what I'd said.
I thought about what Terence said earlier, about a surprise. "Hannah, do you know what his surprise is?"
Again, she bit her bottom lip. Her tell. "Yeah. I can prep you for it, but I can't tell you."
I smiled. It was cute seeing her so conflicted.
"There's a rented suit in the closet for you to put on. I had it brought up when we were out at the beach. We're going to have an interesting night out before, well before Terry takes over my body for the rest of the night."
My eyebrow went up. A suit seemed overkill for a night in Hawaii, so I was intrigued.
"I also have a new dress. Well, more than a dress, an outfit. Terry bought it for me yesterday and gave it to me last night. You get to help me put it on to prepare me for our date. My date with Terry. Don't worry- you will be present for all of it. Terry and I both want that. And babe, tonight is going to push a lot of your cuckold buttons. I hope you are prepared and you can enjoy it for what it is."
As with all of this, I felt filled with a little dread and a lot of thrill at her teases.
The outfit was a bit of what you'd expect. A new lingerie set- matching strapless bra and panties in black lace, very see-through, and a matching garter belt with black hose. They were obviously very expensive and I'm sure only a small handful of stores on the island would even have them in inventory. The dress was hot. The best I can describe it was a real-world version of what Jessica Rabbit wore in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit". Strapless, red, sequined with slits on either side that went all the way up to her waist, meaning that her garter belt and hose tops would be seen constantly.
When she had it all on along with her makeup and hair done up, my heart about exploded. While her typical retro look made her look like a classy 50's/60's starlet, in this dress she looked like a bombshell pinup that G.I.'s would paint on planes and beat off to in their cots at night. She went from Grace Kelly to Marilyn Monroe.
It wasn't lost on me that she put her panties on over her garter belt.
"So, I guess you like? Not too over the top?" she asked.