Jessie and I had been wishing for this vacation for a long time. We were away from our family and friends, in a tropical paradise, and ready to enjoy ourselves and let loose for the first time in a long time. Our sex life, along with our normal life, had gotten stale, and we were going to use this vacation as a chance to try some new things out. Maybe some new people too. We were a thousand miles away from anyone and everyone we knew, it was the perfect place to try things. The following is the story of one of our adventures on that 2 week vacation.
We sat at the edge of the pool, as Jessie tried to point him out to me.
"There, in the baseball cap. He's cute and he keeps glancing our way. You think he likes me," Jessie asked.
"First of all, who wouldn't like you. And second of all, there are a few seats next to him at the bar, and we need drinks. Why don't we swim over and ask him," I responded. She nodded a response and got up to walk towards the pool. I waited a minute to stand up so I could watch her walk away. My wife was gorgeous. And in a bikini at a resort, she turned heads. Two small pink triangles covered her perky 34B chest. And a black thong bottom was practically swallowed by her ass. Watching her walk away was a show I never missed.
I got up and followed her to the pool, grateful for the cool water in the heat. We swam up to the bar and sat next to the guy who had been glancing over at us and ordered a couple of margaritas. Jessie, ever forward, leaned over to him and said, "We noticed you glancing our way, so we figured we would swim on over and say hello. Can we buy you a drink?"
He looked shocked but smiled. "Sure I could use a refill," he said to Jessie. "I'm Joe. And sorry for looking, but I couldn't help it. You're beautiful," Joe said.
Jessie blushed and smiled. "Thank you Joe, you're too kind."
Joe laughed. "I should be the one thanking you. Normally, couples don't buy you a beer when you check out the wife."
All three of us laughed at that. And it was true. "Let's just say that we take a different view on that kind of thing," I said to Joe. "In fact, we were really coming over to see if you wanted to hang out with us." The implication of what we were asking was clear when Jessie reached over and put a hand on Joe's thigh.
Joe sighed and shook his head. "As fun as that sounds, and trust me there is nothing more I would rather do, I'm here with my buddy's bachelor party. And I'm the best man. So I can't ditch him. The only reason I'm not with them now is because I get super seasick, so I didn't go fishing with them. But they're due back in about 20 minutes, and I can't be missing."
Jessie put on a pouty face, but then smiled at him. "I totally understand, and I respect your loyalty to a friend. How about we exchange numbers in case you find yourself with some free time and want to hang out with the cool couple you met at the pool bar?"
Joe agreed, and he wrote his number on a napkin for us and we did the same for him. We swam back to our chairs and lounged in the sun for a couple of hours, enjoying the beautiful weather. Jessie looked over at me. "I'm still bummed that Joe couldn't hang out with us. He was hot up close, and I think he would have had fun with me," she said with a pout.
"I'm sure he would have," I replied. And I had been thinking about it, and had come up with an idea. Now to see if Jessie was game for it. "I've been thinking. And it's just an idea. But what if we hang out with Joe tonight. He's at a bachelor party. Granted it is fun here. But the restaurants and bars are only ok. And there isn't much nightlife to speak of. And what's a bachelor party without a little adult entertainment?"
Jessie looked at me. "Are you seriously suggesting that I be a stripper for a bachelor party?"