The first time I saw Caroline, my heart started racing so fast that I thought it would jump out right through my shirt. Her hips swung just right to make my balls tighten and my cock twitch inside my pants.
“Time to cut back on the caffeine,” I said to my wife, Aliza.
She knew better, noticing where my eyes were staring. “Enjoying the scenery?” she chuckled.
“Well, it’s been hard- excuse the pun- having two little boys underfoot all day and sleeping in the same room all night.”
“They just are not quite old enough to be left in an adjoining room alone. We can’t have sex with them there. Neil still sleeps too lightly. The noise would wake him up. Seeing us fucking might traumatize him for life.”
“I know, but you could at least shower with me. Even if we couldn’t fuck, you could suck me off, or give me a hand job.”
“I’m sure you do a good enough job of that yourself.”
“There’s nothing quite like your touch.”
“Now I know you’re dreaming. I hate hand jobs. Always have. I’ve never even given you one to completion. It just makes me too horny. I always end up needing the cock in my pussy. Anyhow, you know the boys would whine if we shower together. We need to take turns so one of us can amuse them.”
I rolled my eyes at that comment. It was Aliza who was kidding now. As we spoke, and as I watched the scenery in the ski resort hotel bar, the boys- Neil age four and Timmy age six, were contentedly ‘plopping rocks’ into the lazily flowing stream outside the bar, still in sight, but not demanding parental input. She should have understood that I was not stupid. In a safe hotel suite, they could watch cartoons happily long enough for shower sex. No, I knew very well that the reason we weren’t having sex, vacation or not, was that Aliza did not want sex.
Ever since Neil’s birth Aliza had lost interest in sex. At first, she blamed the breast feeding: “sore tits plus night feedings don’t leave me feeling snuggly,” was how she put it.
Lately, I had come to believe that it was sex WITH ME that Aliza dreaded. Maybe because I worked too hard. Maybe because I wanted another kid. I didn’t know. All I knew was that she was increasingly dumping the boys at her Mom’s while she went off to the gym. Her body was back in pre pregnancy shape. She began wearing sexy undies, and dazzling perfume. Not for my benefit though. I knew without further evidence that she was getting laid, but not by me. This just added to the frustration.
Oddly, I found the idea that some well-hung lifeguard or slim swimmer might be boning my bride did not make me jealous. Instead, the thoughts filled my fantasies as I jerked off to relieve my frustration. I had started hinting to her that I would like to watch. I did not press the issue. Aliza pretended innocence, as if she didn’t know what I was talking about. Lately, her response was to suggest that I find relief with another woman. She said things like “Too bad I would have to watch the boys or I might like to watch that, if it didn’t make you so nervous that you stayed soft.”
Then Caroline walked into the bar alone. Of course, at that point I didn’t even know her name. She was tall, slim and tan. Her dress was knee length, cream coloured with a bright floral print. I always loved great legs. “Excellent stems,” I muttered as I watched, not even aware I said it aloud.
“I bet she has a tasty ‘rose’ at the top too,” Aliza teased back.
It was impossible to guess Caroline’s age- a worldly nineteen, a youthful thirty? I mentally undressed her as she entered and crossed the room to sit at the bar. Her hair fell just below her shoulders, swaying as she walked just enough to draw my eyes to her edible looking ears and long slender neck.
“I bet you’d love to be nibbling her ears and tasting the curve where her neck turns to meet her bare shoulder,” Aliza said as we watched Caroline order her first drink. In the dimly lit bar, I was able to imagine that Caroline’s nipples were erect.
“No bra,” Aliza commented. “Her tits look ripe. I bet they would be really responsive when you lick and suck on them.”
I glanced from Caroline to Aliza as she spoke, noticing that my wife’s nipples were stiffening just as I hoped Caroline’s were.
I decided that two could play this game. “Yeah, just succulent,” I replied.
We sat silently for a while and sipped our drinks. Aliza may have glanced over to check the kids, but I just stared at Caroline’s elegant way of handling the long-stemmed martini glass, delicately sipping, her tongue curling out to sample the tropical cocktail. My cock throbbed excitedly as I anticipated how that tongue might feel tickling the tip of my long neglected love muscle.
Aliza finished her drink. I assumed she would tell me it was time to go collect the kids. ‘Another exciting day shopping or sightseeing’ I thought. What happened next amazed me more than anything that had happened to this point.
Without another word, Aliza stood up and went over to Caroline. Aliza seemed to introduce herself, and then leaned over whispered something in her ear. Whatever my wife said must have worked, because Caroline laughed and tossed her hair girlishly while Aliza bought her a fresh drink. Caroline glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me.
I sat mesmerized. Aliza took the stool next to Caroline. The bartender placed a fruity cocktail in front of her as well. They sat and chatted as they drank, acting like a pair of sorority sisters on spring break, rather than strangers at a resort in off season. After a long look to make sure I was watching Aliza leaned over and caressed Caroline’s bare back above the dress.
Caroline turned her head and whispered to Aliza, who was looking to see if I was still watching. Aliza then whispered back, followed by a soft kiss to Caroline’s ear. After winking at me, Aliza then stuck her tongue right into Caroline’s ear, swirling it about. My balls tensed, making an automatic association from aural sex to oral sex.
The bartender was enjoying it also, hovering close, and replacing their drinks as soon as they downed them. I occasionally glanced over at the kids, who played games on the riverbank, oblivious to the adult games inside.
After two or three drinks, both Aliza and Caroline were laughing and touching each other casually. If I wasn’t so turned on, I might have felt neglected. Instead, I felt more blood surge to my already stiff cock as I watched Aliza lean over again, and press her lips against Caroline’s. Caroline seemed shocked. She pulled back from the kiss and just sat there for a moment, frozen in place. Then, she tossed her hair around as if shrugging. Her lips pressing against my wife’s, she returned the kiss tentatively. Aliza responded, slowly kissing harder, shifting her face as she eased her lips open slightly. Once again, there was a pause as Caroline adjusted to the situation, and then she too opened her mouth. That kiss ended with them both keeping their tongues in their own mouths. They broke apart. Even in the dim bar, Caroline looked flushed through her tan. She sat slumped as she drank, her shoulders hunched, her hair hiding her face.
