Night fell upon the Houser estate. After awaking Dayna Houser rolls over in her bed alone. Eying the time on the alarm clock beside their bed she sits up, still in her bikini. Feeling the effects of a harsh sun. Or was it son? She sensed something wasn't right.
Crawling from bed she stammers to the bathroom and relieves her kidneys. Washing her hands she looks in the basin mirror to see tiny dried spots peeling from her face. Picking at them she presumes she got too much sun. Her face red. A healthy cleansing made her feel more refreshed.
Changing out of her bikini into a pair of blue satin shorts that allowed her butt cheeks a gentle freedom of confinement. Adding to that an off the shoulder white shirt that clung to her enhanced cleavage quite snugly, she heads downstairs.
At 4 P.M. she felt she had slept her day away. She couldn't even remember leaving the side of the pool. Of course she knew she had drank too much. What a Host she thought. The Indrabooty's probably thought the worst of her.
Finding her Husband Martin and son Caleb in the Kitchen eating pizza that they had ordered she scowls, "Why did you let me sleep so long? Our guests must be bored. Are they still here?"
Martin chews his bite of pepperoni pizza and nods, "Asleep in the Guest House. Lucky for you we found you guys before you fried. I carried your ass to bed. Might need a back rub after that."
Dayna smirks, "My hero. Did Marjorie burn?"
"Not too bad. You guys drank yourselves comatose. Me and the boys carried her to the Guest House and put her to bed. Sahseej joined her. They should be getting up here soon too. After dinner Caleb and I are gonna stock up the boat for morning. We need to get to bed early in order to get a dawn start for the Keys."
"I hope I can sleep after that nap. I feel so out of place. Disoriented." She frowns.
"You get sunstroke?"
"No." She mimics his remark, "I did not have a stroke."
"Good to hear. Eat some pizza."
"You know I won't indulge on dough. You saw how I only ate strawberries and no shortcake. My figure is my job."
"Uh huh!" Martin chuckles at Caleb.
"Molly is up with Kayla. They're bonding." Caleb adds.
"Good. I like your choice in girlfriends. Much better than those we've been introduced to before." She pats his cheek taking her leave of the Kitchen. She felt the need for cardio.
On the opposite side of the swimming pool in the Guest House.
Marjorie Lovett-Indrabooty fluttered her lashes regaining awareness. Laying in her slumbering Husband's arms she smiled faintly. Feeling a slight breeze flow over her flesh she remembers how little she was wearing. Her borrowed bikini left little hidden. So unlike her but so enlightening just the same.
Easing away from Sahseej she feels him stir at her abandonment. Sitting up she overlooks her bikini. It was looser than she remembered. Chocking it up to sleeping in it she rose to locate her clothing. Having only worn one set she knew the bikini would be worn again tomorrow. Before changing she decides against it. The rare freedom making her want more. Washing her face she grimaces at the redness on her forehead and nose.
"Too much sun. I need to be more careful." She predicts then noticing flakes of dry skin on her chest and stomach. Without thinking about it she merely dusted herself off and took a shower.
As she stood nude beneath the shower's cascade she felt almost violated. Her thighs tender. Had her Husband brought her to bed and took advantage of her in her drunken state? Even her nipples felt sore. Head beneath the warm water she puts her sensations aside.
Hearing the water Sahseej opened his eyes and squinted at the ceiling. How did he get here? Smelling whisky he touches his crotch. Dried now but reeking. Foggy memory he recalls drinking the alcohol with Martin. He must have drank more and had a bad reaction. He was unaccustomed to hard liquor. With only the clothes he had on he would have to live with the smell.
Rising from bed in his crumpled suit he staggers, limbs weak from what he presumed was a hangover. For a brain surgeon he was naïve. At any rate he was just glad that he hadn't made a scene. Shuffling to the bathroom he opens the front end of the shower curtain, peering in. His sudden appearance made Marjorie yelp and drop her bar of soap. Bending over to retrieve it gave her Husband the opportunity to enjoy her inner thighs and curvaceous ass.
"May we never drink again." He informs her.
"I know. I've never passed out before. So unlike me. Of course I think we polished off three bottles of wine."
"Whiskey is forbidden. Never again. My pants are ruined."
She pouts, "Maybe we should just go home."
He eyes her expression. He knew she didn't really want that. Nor would Molly. Her heart was set on a boating trip. That, and Sahseej himself could not stop thinking of Kayla Houser. His own needs overwhelming his reason.
"Maybe you can borrow some clothing from Martin." She adds rinsing her chest. Her nipples so tender she had to wince.
"He is not my size. Nor are his sons. Perhaps I should go buy another suit?"
"Suit? Honey relax. A suit would look silly on the open sea. Buy some swimming trunks. Shorts. Don't you think it's time you learned to live a little?"
Pausing to reflect on her words Sahseej agrees, "You are correct." He then begins stripping out of his clothing. Her eyes brilliantly inspired as she read his mind. As soon as he abandoned every stitch he steps into the shower with his wife.
"My! What brought this on?" She lightly rubs his nurturing erection.
"Learning to live as you say."
He kisses her as never before. The steam masking their passion. Even though he had just had his very first affair, Sahseej Indrabooty did indeed love his wife. That would never change. Yet, his hard on and passion drew inspiration from his encounter with Kayla.
Marjorie Lovett-Indrabooty found herself held up against the shower tile. Her lover powerful and passionate. It had been years since he had done this. Hearts were fluttering again. She so loved her husband. Even though both were suffering a bit of equilibrium it failed to stop their emotions.
Her arms around his neck she locks eyes on his as he penetrates her long and gentle at first. Increasing as her brilliant gaze begs for more intensity. He was happy to oblige. Moans rising along with breathless words of deep affection. Even Sahseej admitted this was needed to refuel their fire. Sex at home although frequent was far less erotic. More a routine than real passion. Things were looking up.
Caleb had stolen Molly from Kayla taking her for a walk on the beach as the sun was setting. Hand in hand and for once Caleb was feeling genuine. Laughing, talking about things both found interesting. The one thing Caleb had issues with was Molly's moodiness. Giggling one minute then offering a look of hurt the next. It was easy to tell the Hindi beauty was confused.
"Alright, what's wrong?" He stops and yanks her into his chest. His hands gripping her rib cage.
