Author's note: This story is an entry to the 2019 Summer Lovin' contest. It centers a lot on Voyeurism, which is why I feel it belongs in the Exhibitionism & Voyeur category. But there are a fair few other themes as well. For instance, if you don't like the concept of a married woman enjoying some explicit attention from other men, this story likely isn't for you.
Enjoy!
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Simon savored the sensation of white sand against his feet as he strolled along the beach. It went on for miles, but his wife had sent him her position on a geolocation app, so he knew she was around here somewhere. Still, he was happy taking his time searching for her. The tropical island was a very welcome contrast to the busy city life he'd left behind only hours before. He couldn't help but notice all the beautiful women. A young blonde was having lotion applied to her back by a man straddling her thighs. The helping hand certainly took his time, making sure no part of her back was left uncovered.
Going topless wasn't the norm on the beach, but there were a fair few bare-chested women. A group of guys approached two topless girls, who did nothing to cover up. Quite the opposite, one of them—a black girl in her late teens or early twenties, who had been lying chest down—rolled over as the guys joined them.
And then there was the brunette lying face down on a towel Simon spotted up ahead. She was flanked by two young men, both of whom were facing her, lying on their sides. Her bright purple bikini bottoms lured attention to her ass, and it seemed to work as well on her two suitors as it did on Simon. Her face was partly covered behind large sunglasses, and maybe that was why he didn't recognize her at first. He stopped in his tracks as he realized it was his own wife he was checking out.
Three things puzzled Simon at that moment. First of all, he was surprised Felicia had decided to join her employees for a visit to the beach. Sure, the island had plenty of inviting beaches. Their white sand and crystal blue water were parts of why he'd come to meet her after her conference. But Felicia rarely socialized with her employees outside of the office back home. Why would she act differently around here?
The second thing that puzzled Simon was what his wife was wearing—or more precisely, what she wasn't wearing. She often talked about keeping a professional relationship with her employees, and he'd assumed to find her in her beach tunic. But here she was with her bikini top undone. Unlike the girls he had spotted before, she lay chest down on top of her undone bikini, yet Simon could make out the curves of her sizeable breasts. He was convinced her two male companions noticed this too.
Simon recognized them as Lucas and Noah, Felicia's junior sales assistants. No one else from her office could be seen, but it seemed the two young men did plenty to entertain their boss. She had an open book in front of her, but as far as Simon could tell, she was mostly engaging with her employees. Though he couldn't hear what they were saying, he repeatedly heard her laugh at their jokes.
The third thing that puzzled Simon was his own reaction. Maybe it was because he had first taken her for a stranger—just another sexy woman enjoying some attention. Or maybe it was because she had her top undone. Whatever it was, there was something strangely erotic about secretly watching her under these unusual circumstances. He found himself enthralled by the scene. Rather than approaching his wife, he veered off towards a small café further up the beach.
Shaded under a parasol, he continued to watch her. He knew spying on her was treading on dishonesty, and he repeatedly decided to walk down to her. But he stopped himself each time.
Just a minute more
, he justified. And maybe it was a good opportunity, he thought. She had mentioned that men sometimes came on to her when she was away on her travels. Was this one of those occasions? Maybe it was good to see how she responded. Simon didn't consider himself jealous and even encouraged her to enjoy the attention. It probably made her feel attractive, and there was no harm in a bit of innocent flirtation. But just how innocent was it? His mind drifted to a recent conversation that suggested Felicia enjoyed such attention more than he'd previously realized.
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Simon had picked her up at the airport after a work trip, and, during the drive back home, it became obvious she had passed the time during the flight with more than one drink.
"How was the trip?" he asked.
"Same old, same old," Felicia said. "Many meetings. Long meetings."
"But you went out for dinner last night, right?"
"Yeah, their CEO insisted on taking me out afterwards. I assumed others were coming too, but it ended up being just the two of us."
"Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, he's nice. Though I'm not sure his intentions were entirely professional."
Simon gave her a quizzical glance.
"Oh, nothing bad," Felicia assured him. "He was just a bit flirtatious. His eyes wandered a bit, I guess. I had changed into something with a bit of cleavage after the meetings, so maybe I was giving the wrong signals too. We went to a cocktail bar after dinner, and his compliments got bolder."
It was strange to hear her talk freely about other men flirting with her. Simon felt an odd desire to hear more.
"Did you go anywhere from there?" he pressed.
"Someone's very curious to hear all about my night," she sneered, pausing a moment before continuing. "Well, I took him back to my hotel room, of course. And then we fucked all night."
She burst out laughing.
"Is that what you think?" she asked. "You know I'm boringly faithful when it comes down to it. I just did what I always do. I went back to the hotel alone to fantasize about it with Mr. Blue."
Mr. Blue was the nickname she'd given her vibrator. Pleasuring herself while imagining fucking someone else was of course tamer than actually doing it, but even admitting to the fantasy was bold. She seemed to realize this the moment the words left her mouth.
"Sorry," she said. "I guess I'm a bit tipsy."
She didn't bring it up again until later that night when they were lying in bed, Felicia resting her head on his chest.
"I probably shouldn't have said that."
"What?" Simon asked, even though he knew very well what she was referring to.
"The thing in the car."