He looked across the table at his auburn haired wife. At forty three, she was as beautiful as when he married her fifteen years ago. A little over five feet and still petite and in good shape with a flat tummy. And tonight, the first of their vacation, she looked especially sexy.
He smiled, "I like your top."
"This old thing? I've worn it before." It was yellow, sleeveless with a low cut square collar. "Maybe so, but not without a bra." Her breasts were small and she didn't really need a bra, but often wore one. She said it was to keep her nipples from showing and right now, they were quite evident.
He was amazed that she had married him, though he wasn't ugly, he wasn't too bad at six foot and still sandy haired. Running kept him in shape so she wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with him. Grace laughed, "You noticed. We're on vacation, so I thought I'd be comfortable."
"The waiter noticed, too."
She pressed her hand against her chest above her breasts, closing the gap, eyes wide, "No."
"Oh, yes. And since he was standing up, he gets a much better view. When he comes back with our drinks, lean forward and let him see your nipples. And look at the bulge in his pants."
She had always been a bit subservient and he had been a bit dominant, but it had never progress beyond suggestion and acceptance. But tonight might be different.
When the waiter returned, she leaned forward to take her drink and Tim heard the waiter inhale.
He walked away and Grace giggled, "You're right. It's huge."
"You want to see it?"
"No. I just gave him a thrill, that's all."
"I'm sure he'd be more than happy to show you And like you said, we're on vacation. It's not something we would do at home."
She shook her head, "Be serious. He's just a kid."
"He's a well built kid and he's certainly over twenty-one or he couldn't serve drinks."
"But he wouldn't be interested in an old woman like me."
"Of course he would. You are beautiful. You look younger than your age. I'll bet he would get on his knees and lick you, just to get a chance to screw you."
She was quiet. She sipped her margarita, then she shook her head, "No. I don't think so."
But he could tell she was thinking about it.
He smiled, "Grace Sanders would never do anything like that. But lean back and close your eyes. You are Grace Jones. Mrs. Jones is on vacation. Mrs. Jones takes great pleasure in teasing men, exciting them. Often, when Mrs. Jones is in the mood, she will let them make love to her. Mr. Jones is happy to let her enjoy herself, knowing she will happily return to him. So, Mrs. Jones, take advantage of the moment. Now, open your eyes."
She looked at him quizzically, wondering what was happening.
They enjoyed their dinner and the waiter was very attentive. Grace was taking great pleasure in his admiration. She would arch her back, pushing out her small tits, displaying them to their best advantage.
As they were finishing their meal, Tim smiled, "Mrs. Jones, ask him to come to your room. We're on vacation. Believe me, if some young lady was interested in me, we'd be having a different conversation."
"You want him to join us?"
"No, and I don't think Mrs. Jones would want both of us. I'll leave you with him. I won't be far away. So, Mrs. Jones, ask him." He stood up. "I'm going to the restroom."
When he returned, she was positively giddy. "You asked him, didn't you?" She didn't answer, just smiled.
When they returned to their room, she was so excited she almost ripped his clothes off. They made passionate love and dozed.
When his wrist alarm went off at ten, Tim sat up and began pulling on his pants. Grace sat up against the headboard, the sheet pulled up to her waist. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's vacation. We would never do this at home."
"But I don't know...."
"When the waiter looked down your loose top and you saw his hard-on, your nipples got hard. And when I went to the bathroom, you gave him your room number like I told you, didn't you?"
"Yes, but if he comes up here, you know what's going to happen."
"Yes, and I want you to enjoy. Maybe next time, I'll find someone."
He pulled on his shirt and shoes, skipping the underwear and socks. He leaned over and kissed her. He went to his suitcase and placed a pack of condoms on the bedside table, "Enjoy it."
He went down the hall and into the stairwell. The restaurant closed at ten and he expected the waiter at any time. He didn't have long to wait. There was a small window in the stairway fire door. He heard the elevator door open and saw the waiter go to Grace's room. He knocked, the door opened and he disappeared.
Tim took a breath and went down the stairs. The restaurant was closed but the bar was still open.
Tim took a stool at the bar and ordered a scotch, neat.
The bartender poured, her ample breasts were insufficiently supported by a bra and he enjoyed watching them jiggle. And when she turned to scoop ice for someone's drink, he was treated to a great view of her rear.
By the time he reached his second scotch, there was only him and a couple in the corner remaining.
The bartender came over, "Why are you here during the off season? Better rates?"
"No, we enjoy not having to deal with crowds of people. We can walk on the beach before it gets too dark. We can hold hands, stop and kiss and if there's no one close, maybe fondle a bit. Besides, I would never get to talk to a sexy bartender when you're busy."
She smiled and shook her head, "Didn't I see you here earlier?"
"Yes, we had dinner here."
"What happened to the lovely lady you were with?"
He smiled, remembering the old joke; that was no lady...."That was my wife. And she's upstairs, and I expect she's screwing your waiter."
She frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"She was wearing a loose top and all through dinner she kept flashing him and he obviously had an erection. Since we're on vacation, I told her to take advantage of it and she asked him to her room. When he came up, I left."
"You're talking about Bruce, my waiter?"
"Yeah. Tall, well built, brown hair?"
"That's Bruce. And you think he's screwing your wife?"
"I left him in the room with her naked, so I expect so."
"Well, damn. I've been trying to get him in bed for weeks.
"
"Maybe you should be more direct."
"What do you mean?"
"You've been hinting, looking sexy, trying to get his attention, haven't you?"
"Yes." She thought for a minute, "You think I'm sexy?"
"Of course." She was probably in her thirties, but she was in great shape. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in an efficient pony tail, her jeans were tight and now her nipples were quite evident.
He continued the compliment, "But you were probably being too passive. Grace was aggressive. She told him to come to her room when he finished work."
She frowned and looked at her watch. She poured him another drink and he tried to stop her. "No, no. I've had enough. I need to go upstairs and see if they're alright."
"The drinks on me. Stick around a few minutes until I close up."
She went over to the couple and talked for a few minutes and they left. She followed them to the door and locked it.
She came over to where he was sitting. "So you think I should be more aggressive?"
"Yes."
She pushed between his legs, "Walk up to Bruce like this and say, 'Fuck me.?"
"That would certainly get his attention. It got mine."
She started rubbing the front of his slacks, "And why aren't you able to satisfy your wife?"
"Oh, I think I satisfy her, but when you have steak every day, sometimes fried chicken can taste good."
She put her arms around his neck and pulled him off the stool and kissed him. His hands were on her back, then lower, pulling her against his erection. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss. "Hold that thought. I've got to finish closing" She went behind the counter. "By the way, I'm Mave."
"I'm Tim," he called after her.
She went behind the bar and bustled about and then went in back. When she came out, her hair was loose, falling down to her shoulders. She had freshened her lipstick and put on heels. They embraced and kissed. She pushed him away, "Let's go check on them."
In the elevator they kissed again, her breasts pressed against him, his hands on her rear, pressing her close. At the room, he used his card to enter.
The room was dark except for the light that spilled around the door to the bath, but it was enough to see Bruce lying on his back, Grace's head on his shoulder and one leg across his thighs. Both were asleep. And naked.
Mave brought her finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet and then kissed him so he couldn't say anything. As they kissed, she unbuttoned his shirt and he unbuttoned hers. He reached behind her to unfasten her bra and she stopped him, showed him that it fastened in front. He unfastened it and pushed it and her shirt off her shoulders exposing her large breasts and dark nipples. He caressed and fondled, pinched and pulled. He bent down and took a nipple in his mouth. She forgot to be quiet and moaned. She pulled him up and they kissed.
She unfastened his pants, knelt and pushed them to the floor. She was at his waist, and kissed the tip of his erection, then licked and took the tip in her mouth. He knew she could taste Grace, but if she did, she didn't complain.
He enjoyed her mouth for a few minutes but stopped her before he became too excited. He pulled her to her feet and backed her up to the king sized bed. He knelt, pushed down her jeans and her panties and nuzzled her. She was wet and fragrant and he licked, tasting. He stood, sat her on the bed and spread her legs.
He helped Grace shave and kept her smooth. But Mave was not a blond. She had a neatly trimmed dark curly thatch that was already damp. He used his hands to spread her open and licked and nibbled on her lips. When his tongue tapped her clit, she moaned loudly.
She leaned back, her head resting on the Grace's shin He pushed in two fingers and curled them up as if he were trying to touch his tongue tapping her clit. It was the spot. Mave arched her back, both hands on his head, pulling tight against her as she cried out "Oh, fuck. Fuck."
Grace was on her back, up on her elbows, watching. When Mave began yelling, he saw Grace slip out of the bed and go to the bathroom.
With more room on the bed, he helped Mave move up. He reached over, grabbed a condom and climbed on top of her. He easily entered her, stroking in and out. He heard Grace return and sit in a chair near the bed. Mave was excited and as Tim leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking, she began shaking, pushing up to meet his thrusts, and then "Arrrggghh." She stiffened. It was enough for Tim and he pumped out wad after wad.
He kept stroking until he softened and lay down beside her.
As Mave recovered, Tim leaned over and whispered, "Go around to Bruce's side and play with his cock until it gets hard. Then straddle him."
