It felt like a fairy tale. High school did. My boyfriend was the captain of the football team, I was a cheerleader and we both graduated with a solid GPA. The night of our senior prom, he proposed at the dance. Everyone cheered when I said, "Yes." The next night he led his football team to the Christian small school state championship title. That August, after months of planning, we were married. It was splendid, and we had sex for the first time.
After the wedding the bubble burst. In high school, we were royalty. Everyone wanted to hang with us, buy us meals and take us fun places. Our popularity didn't go very far in the real world. Bills don't care if you are popular, friendless, ugly, poor or beautiful. Our plan was to work for a year, save money, travel for six months and then get serious and apply to college.
We worked that year. Jack driving a combine, and helping out on a large corporate farm, while I worked at a daycare center. And we worked the next year, the following year and so on. Ten years later, I'd managed to accumulate close to 90 credits of online classes, but Jack hadn't taken any. He was still working on the same farm, but now an assistant foreman overseeing three other workers. I'd started my own daycare business out of our small two bedroom home.
The bills seemed to never stop, and our bank account was constantly in jeopardy of being deficient. Jack came home one evening and it was clear he'd had a few too many.
"Hey babe. I bought the crew a few rounds of beer. Diane, you are never going to believe what happened today?"
"Honey, things are really tight. Next time maybe you can take turns buying each of them beer. You only make fifty cents more an hour than they do."
"It's ok, babe. It's ok. I, I fucking won the lottery. We're rich?"
"What?" Inside I was steaming. Jack was very secretive about his lottery purchases. He knew I did not approve of them. A stupid tax is what I called them, but now, with an announced win, he had my attention. "Stop messing with me. You know we can't afford such silliness."
"No babe. Seriously. We won!"
Jack was correct. I looked up the numbers on the State's lottery internet website and the ticket was a winner. Twenty-five thousand dollars. That night we stayed up late discussing what to do with the money. I thought Jack should quit his job, enroll in college and take as many classes as possible in a shortened time to get a two-year degree. Jack wanted to go on a lengthy vacation.
We compromised. I signed Jack up for a calculus and a beginning engineering class that night, and he booked us a trip to Saint-Tropez. He was always coming up with ingenious ways to improve pieces of farm equipment, many adopted by his employer, and excelled at math in high school. So, even he was excited. I'd taken two years of French, and he knew I often fantasized about traveling there. We were both giddy and celebrated with a bottle of wine and sex afterwards.
Our sex life was as exciting as a dry Wonder bread baloney sandwich. Almost always missionary, late at night and quick. Once Jack was in, he didn't last long and before that was too excited to enjoy much foreplay. The last few years, after he finished, he'd roll over and fall asleep. I'd go to the restroom to clean up and once I'd hear him snoring pull out a small vibrator to pleasure myself. This was my dark secret as proper folk didn't do such things in this part of the country.
Two weeks later, we were off. I'd arranged a friend to help cover my daycare business and Jack used his week of paid vacation, plus took an extra week without pay. The trip was fun. Quickly, I realized my two years of French did little to prepare me for actual day-to-day conversations, but the people there were so nice. After corrupting their language, most of the locals smiled broadly, then admitted they spoke a little English. This wasn't true. Their English was almost perfect.
During the hectic two-weeks before our departure, I figured out our itinerary. It included plenty of beach time, but also day trips to Nice, Port-Grimaud, Ramateulle and an overnight trip to Massif de Maures with some lovely hikes. In between, we had days on the beach. Jack was shocked when on the second day, I did like the locals, and sunbathed topless.
I could tell he didn't exactly approve. Ironically, it was obvious he loved admiring the other sunbathers and often had to readjust his shorts. We didn't talk about any of this, but when we returned to our small hotel, he almost always hastily had at me. My one regret was that I'd left my special toy at home.
After one of our day trips, I changed our plans a touch. We traveled a little way outside the village to Pampelonne. A clothing optional beach. And once there, I promptly stripped down naked. Jack didn't say a word and kept his bathing suit on the whole time. After twenty minutes, I got up and went for a short swim to cool down. While walking back, two tourists from Spain asked me about the time and we chatted briefly. They definitely checked out my body, and I did the same. Until then, Jack's penis was the only adult one I'd ever seen. Theirs were uncircumcised and half hard. I'll admit it made me moist and I scolded myself for thinking about them sexually. I only talked for a few minutes as I didn't want Jack to get in a huff.
When I was almost back to where our towels were, I was stopped again. This time by a couple laying ten yards from our spot. They too asked for the time. I told them to hold on, ran over to our bags and was able to give them the exact time after looking at my phone. After the report, our conversation continued and a few minutes later, they asked if we'd mind if they moved next to us. It wasn't a problem.
She was black, with chocolate colored perfect skin, while he was white as could be with blonde hair. It turned out they were both from Finland. Her parents had immigrated there to teach mathematics at the "Uni." They'd asked where we were from in the States, as they didn't recognize our accents. It was funny. Previously, I'd have claimed we didn't have an accent. Their accents seemed strong to me, so we returned the question.
The conversation broke into two groups. Jack talking with the lady, while I talked with her partner. When I pulled my phone out, I'd also pulled out my shades which I hoped blocked my eyes as I couldn't stop staring at his penis. It wasn't that long but was wide and had a giant head. The shape caused me to think about how it would feel entering me and what it would be like to have sex with a foreigner. I kept trying to focus on other things but wasn't able to control my wandering mind. As a result, my nipples became hard and my slit grew slippery.
I'd never thought of cheating on Jack or sleeping with someone else until that moment. It was a rush, scary and off-putting. The guy's girlfriend had moved so she was directly in front of Jack. She was sitting sideways from him, on her bottom, with her long legs in front of her, knees bent and leaning back on her elbows. This displayed her full breasts. They were much larger than my petite proportions, plus she was taller and somehow had a waist smaller than mine. Jack repositioned to lay on his belly, while holding his head up, as he too rested on his elbows. I was sure it was because he was hard.
The male-half of the couple was named Ares, and his girlfriend's name was Olivia. Her conversation with Jack was cute. She was encouraging him to get a degree, the sooner the better. Surprisingly, she knew a fair deal about farm equipment as her uncle designed farm equipment for various European and African equipment manufacturers and she'd interned at one of the plants.
While they talked about different modifications and common problems, Ares and I discussed our vacations highs and lows. They were staying at a spot just two blocks from our place. He highly recommended a couple's massage at a spa near their hotel and that we take two or three days to visit Coté d'Azure. Ares advised they would be spending the last three days of their trip at the hotel La Brise Marine which was only about 20 miles away.
When I next looked over at Jack, he was still locked in a deep engineering conversation with Olivia but I also noticed she kept moving her knees open and closed. When she opened them, her bald dark vagina opened to reveal a lovely pink gash. I'd never kissed a girl or thought about it, but the beauty of her pinkness in contrast with her skin color made me want to touch her. I actually started to feel like I was dreaming, so I decided to sit down for a bit. Ares followed my lead and sat so he was facing me.
