As we settled into our new routine, Anton continued to peep on me in the evenings and occasionally as I dressed for work in the morning, but now that my husband's dominance became the focus of my sexual life, my neighbor's voyeurism didn't provide the same kick as it had before. Don't get me wrong. I still enjoyed the ego boost his attention provided, but I felt myself being drawn in new directions.
Of course, Ethan making me do things in more public places pushed things to a whole new level, but I wasn't sure if he'd continue down that path. I'd gotten a little out of hand with the risks I'd taken, and I couldn't be sure how my husband would react to me going further than my instructions. Even though my husband said he had no problem with it, I'd also been far too blatant about lusting over our friends' hot young farmhand.
At least I thought I had. My husband proposed something at dinner one night that brought my original kink rushing back to the forefront and nurtured some new ones. His idea would test the very limits of our marriage, but the end result was that Ethan and I learned a lot about who we really are and the unsaid things that each of us wanted from our relationship.
"You remember how I have that convention in Puerto Rico in a few weeks?" Ethan asked casually as we ate dinner at our kitchen table. My husband had managed to avoid attending the annual event for five years, but his boss cornered him and basically told him he either went on the trip or he'd be looking for a new job.
"Sure. I'm really going to miss you," I replied, although I'd already come up with a few naughty things to do for Anton's entertainment while my husband was away. I figured what better time to kick things up a notch?
"Maybe not."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I was thinking you could come along," Ethan remarked offhandedly as he served himself some more creamed spinach risotto.
"You said spouses weren't allowed," I responded immediately. "We had a whole conversation about spouses not being allowed. I remember. You were very adamant about that."
"They aren't, but there's no law against you having your own room and being in town so we could see each other when I can get away for a few hours."
"Really? Wouldn't that be sort of expensive?" I asked warily, thrilled at the prospect of a tropical vacation but knowing how much my husband hates spending money. Listening to my husband bitching about the expense the whole time would ruin the experience.
"Not so much that we can't swing it," Ethan stated with a shrug as he pulled a stack of airline tickets and paper copies of hotel reservations from his workbag. He'd already done all the prep work, something that usually fell on my shoulders. "You can explore the city, go shopping, or hang out on the beach while I'm busy with work. What d'ya think?"
"That sounds wonderful!" I gushed. I could barely sit still in my excitement, and I got up to refill our wineglasses just to burn off a little excess energy. Ethan fell silent as he watched me go to the fridge and return in my sheer negligee.
My husband had traveled to the Middle East, Europe, and Central America while serving in the Army, but I'd never been anywhere exotic. Having grown up dirt poor in rural Ohio, I'd never even left the state except for the time I lived in North Carolina to be near Ethan before we got married, and I spent most of those years working or sitting alone in my dreary little apartment. The most exciting place I'd ever visited was Cedar Point amusement park in Sandusky during our honeymoon, but now I'd be spending a whole week in a tropical paradise.
"I'm not sure I can get the time off with so little notice," I thought aloud as I sat back down.
"Not a problem. I already talked to Laura," my husband countered. "I told her that I wanted to surprise you with a big trip but didn't want to get your hopes up if she needed you to work. She was happy to accommodate us."
"You went to my
boss
?!!" I huffed. I didn't want our Dom/sub arrangement seeping into the other parts of our life, and this moved dangerously in that direction.
"You can still say no. You know I'd never mess with your career, but I honestly wanted to do something nice for you, and it's not like Laura and I aren't friends."
That was all true, though I'd never thought of my part time office job as a career. My supervisor and husband had known each other in high school when she dated one of Ethan's friends. In fact, Laura had hired me based solely on my husband's recommendation.
Still, I didn't like him just assuming he could do something like that. Later, after I calmed down, I realized that it wasn't that big of a deal. Besides, I actually liked the fact that I didn't have to be the one to ask for the time off on such short notice. Ethan really had done all the legwork on this one.
"Well, I guess no harm done," I sighed, not really wanting to get into a fight.
"You'll start off at the same hotel as me," Ethan explained as he leafed through the hotel reservations, "but I booked you at several different resorts for the week, so you'll be moving twice."
"Why would you do that?"
"I wouldn't want you to get bored... and there are other considerations," Ethan explained cryptically. He didn't elaborate further on my housing situation. Instead, my husband looked me straight in the eye and declared in his firm 'master' voice, "Of course, you'll need some special vacation rules."
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a twinge between my legs as I waited for him to continue. Instead of telling me, Ethan handed over a sheet of linen paper with the words "Brooke's Vacation Rules" at the top in fancy, oversized calligraphy. I went through the list twice because I couldn't believe what I read the first time.
Rule #1. Brooke will remain naked whenever she is in her room or on her balcony.
