Years ago, on a vacation in the Caribbean, my wife and I made a drunken mistake. We talked a lot about it. We got vulnerable. We opened up to each other. We got closer. So, we ended up making a pact. The kind of pact that allowed us to make that kind of mistake again. We agreed that anything and everything that happens on vacation stays on vacation.
Chapter Two: Beach Bum
The next morning, Daphne and I got breakfast at the resort's little coffee shop, ordered our favorite coffees, and explored the place a little better. We wanted to get a feel for the layout. See where things were. Figure out what we might want to do other than eat, drink, and fuck each other all week. Not that either of us had a problem with that.
But one of the main things I wanted to do while we were there was go down to the beach. Pools are fine. Pools are better, actually, but the ocean is the ocean. I loved it and Daphne loved me so she agreed to spend the rest of that morning with me down at the beach.
After we walked around for a while, enjoyed the slow morning and admired the views, we returned to our room to get our swimming suits on for the rest of the day. Daphne went into the bathroom to change because she wanted to do a fashion show for me with the new bikini she bought before we left.
It took me two full seconds to put my dark grey snapback on backwards and change into my short blue swimsuit but it took her almost five minutes in the bathroom to get her suit on and make sure it looked the way she wanted it to.
When she came out my jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a dark blue bikini that looked absolutely fantastic on her. The top held her breasts tight to her chest but not too tight. The straps tapered off into a skinny barely visible line of fabric that wrapped up around her neck. The bottoms hugged the shape of her pussy perfectly. The front triangle ran right up a few inches and covered just enough to leave the best part to the imagination. Then she turned around. The bottoms were high waisted and cheeky so they showed off her ass in a way that made my shorts a little shorter.
"Jesus Christ," I said.
"I know right?" she squealed. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it. Oh my God. Come here."
"No no no. We're going down to the beach, remember?"
"Fuck the beach."
"That would hurt."
"Come on, seriously." I walked toward her, running my eyes up her body to her sly smiling lips. "Before we go..."
"No way." She stopped me with a hand on my chest. "It's beach time. But you can have a quick touch."
I wrapped my hands around her waist and brought her close to me so she could feel how much I wanted her. She ran her hand down over my swimsuit and rubbed my cock while I grabbed as much of her ass as I could in both hands and tried to keep myself under control.
"Touch my pussy," she whispered in my ear.
I smiled. The request dripped with a chance for me to get what I wanted. So, I guided my hand back to the front of her, right between us, and slipped it down behind that dark blue triangle. I ran my middle finger between the lips of that beautiful pussy and felt how wet she was. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to feel those lips wrapped around my cock. I wanted to-
"Okay, beach time," she sang and pulled away from me.
"What? Wait."
She was already at the door, grabbing her prepacked beach bag and laughing as I chased after her.
I feared every person we passed on the way down to the beach saw that I was walking with a full erection. I tried my best to hide it but it wasn't subtle. I just banked on the truth that anyone passing us would be looking at my gorgeous bombshell of a wife and not the persistent boner attempting to rip a hole through my shorts.
The beach was everything I had hoped it would be. Expansive and bright white sand. The ocean was a beautiful blue and the waves crashed up on shore, drowning out all the bullshit of the world for however long we decided to stay down there. And it was mostly empty. Not completely. It was anything but crowded. There were plenty of open spots and chairs to occupy so Daphne and I found the perfect place to set up camp - under the shade of an umbrella at the front left corner of the beach. Our spot bordered the next resort's beach and all their suntanning guests so on and so forth.
The beach stretched out toward a bunch of large rocks and a cliff in the distance.
"Ethan," Daphne squeezed my arm. "Is that who I think it is?"
"What? Where?"
"Don't look."
"Don't look where?"
"Oh my God, it is."
"It is what, Daphne?"
"It's Beth and Kyle."
"California Beth and Kyle?"
"Yes." She grabbed me by the chin and turned my head toward the resort next door's beach. It was not as nice of a resort as ours so the beach reflected that. And sure enough standing near the edge of the water, scowling at one another, was Beth and Kyle.
"Oh jeez, are they fighting?"
"Looks like it," Daphne said. "Yikes. Okay. Don't let them see us."
"You don't let them see us."
"Me?"
"You. Don't stare at them. Sit down."
"Oh my God, I wanna hear what they're arguing about so bad." Daphne tossed her stuff down on one of the beach chairs and sat down as she began to go into detail on the last conversation she had with Beth. And then she added, "You know, she was also so jealous of me back in high school."
"I know. You told me about it a couple times."
"She always wanted whatever I had - especially my boyfriends - so, not to be a bitch or anything, but it makes me super happy that our resort is way nicer than theirs."
I laughed. "You're crazy."
"Yes."
Beth and Kyle turned away from us and strode with purpose up the beach, away from the water, toward their resort.
"Yikes, and she looks..."
"Not terrible," I said, eyeing Beth's ass from a distance.
"Shut up. Yes, but I hate it."
"Kyle isn't a looker though, to be honest."
"No. Oh my God, do you know what she told me about him once? Well, not told me on purpose but she like definitely implied it."
"What?"
"That he has a tiny weiner."
I laughed at that. "That's unfortunate."
"Very. And even though they live in California, it's so expensive there they can't buy a house, or travel the way we do, or anything like that. I don't know." Daphne reached over and took my hand in hers. "I'm just so grateful for our life, Ethan."
"Me too, Daph." So much I was. Grateful for our life. Our successes. For everything we had. And for her. I was so unbelievably grateful for Daphne, my beautiful, sexy wife in her tight blue bikini gossiping with me at the beach about her old jealous friend who always wanted whatever she had, but could never get it. Who always wanted to be as magnificent, as sexy, as funny, as beautiful, as everything as Daphne was, but could never become. Something no one could ever be, replicate, or imitate.
"Okay," I said. "I'm going in the ocean."
"Please be careful," she said, laying back in her beach chair. "And put on sunscreen first. Come here." She lathered the both of us up in sun lotion while she reminded me about how oceans are dangerous and filled with sharks.
"Just don't swim out too far, okay?"
"I won't." And I didn't. I got into the ocean and let the waves bash me around for a while while Daphne read in her beach chair letting the sun tan her beautiful skin. But when I saw her order drinks for us from a resort beach waiter I started heading back into shore.
"What'd you get?"
"Drinks."
"Oh, good, I thought you might have ordered sheep. What kind of drinks, Daphne?"
"Shut up. I got you a piña colada."
I laid down on the beach chair next to her and looked around. The beach was still mostly empty. There was no one in our general vicinity and it was peaceful. I laid back and pulled my hat off my head to set it over my face and closed my eyes. I heard the waiter arrive and set our drinks down on the table next to Daphne and then I just listened to the waves.
I almost fell asleep until I felt a hand slide over my crotch.
I jolted and pulled my hat off my face to find Daphne, laying down next to me in her chair, gazing up toward the sky, with her hand gently massaging me into another public erection.
"What are you doing?"
"I was just thinking about yesterday," she said, casually. "And I just wanted to touch it."
"Are you about to start something you're not going to finish again?"
She shrugged, still laying flat, eyes closed. "Probably."
It felt too good to argue. She ran her hand up and down my cock over my swimsuit and it felt amazing. I checked over my shoulder to see if we were still alone. Not that I cared that much but I knew she usually did.
"Did you have a drink already?"
"One or two."
