We met up with Svetlana and Marcus for a late breakfast at the resort's main restaurant. I hadn't realized that Samantha had exchanged phone numbers with Marcus and they had texted several times that morning to coordinate our day. We all looked rather exhausted and as we talked it became clear that we had all fucked long into the night after our sexually charged evening. Samantha spared me some embarrassment by not revealing that I'd used a big black strap on named Paul to fuck her while she imagined I was Marcus and that my cock had remained locked up the entire time. For that I was grateful but the fact that I hadn't climaxed had me in a state of unwavering, lust filled delirium.
The chemistry between my wife and Marcus could be seen from space. They played off each other like they had known each other for years and spared not just with sexually charged innuendo but with general banter too. They laughed together and they were playfully touchy/feeling the entire meal.
Svetlana and I chatted and flirted a little as well during breakfast and I liked her a lot. She was a beautiful woman with big blue eyes and full lips who radiated sex appeal. She had immigrated from Ukraine when she was 17 and not surprisingly she had worked as a stripper in New York City when she met Marcus. I'd always had a bit of a thing for eastern European strippers but I knew even if Marcus managed to seduce my wife there was no way I'd get to fuck Svetlana. Samantha was too jealous a person for that to ever happen.
We made our way to the main pool, dubbed the "party pool" after we finished eating and settled onto the stools at the swim up bar. Marcus sat to Samantha's left and I was on her right with Svetlana beside me. Svetlana started getting more flirtatious once we sat down in the pool and ordered drinks. Her flirting took my focus away from Samantha and Marcus but I tried to listen to their conversation as much as I could.
Marcus and Svetlana were a really cool couple and we all had a lot in common. The four of us drank, talked and flirted most of the afternoon. We started at the pool then, after a couple of hours of heavy drinking, we moved to a quiet cabana on the beach. It was away from the noise and party atmosphere of the pool and it was perfectly sized for our intimate foursome. Marcus regaled us with stories of their experiences at Hedonism II which were extremely titillating. Svetlana was bisexual and often found women for them to play with but they saw the same group of people every time the went and had grown tired of them. He also told stories from his world travels for both business and pleasure and the b level celebrities he'd run into in the Mediterranean. Samantha cuddled up next to him and rubbed his bare chest as he told the story of how he and Svetlana met when he was entertaining a client at a strip club in Manhattan. He joked that she only married him for a green card but it was obviously not true. I could tell by the way she looked at him that they loved each other and while she did some cursory touchy feely with me, I suspect it was to keep me from getting excessively jealous as Marcus seduced my beautiful wife.
It was a fantastic day and I found that I liked Marcus almost as much as his gorgeous bride. He was funny and intelligent and I couldn't think of someone I'd rather have had as my wife's first extra marital lover. The extreme chemistry between them was something I hadn't considered but it was the reason that for the first time the reality of that happening was not just a pipe dream.
Samantha was pretty drunk when we left Marcus and Svetlana to go shower and change for dinner. Her eyes looked cloudy and unfocused and she staggered a little as we walked along the winding path to our room. We had a reservation to eat at the resort's specialty Italian restaurant and we agreed to meet up with our new friends after dinner. Marcus wanted to dance, Samantha wanted to go to the piano bar and Svetlana and I were up for either.
"I really fucking want him," Samantha said as we entered our room. "I want him bad." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me long, slow, deep and wet. Her soft supple body melted against me and she grabbed at my ass. Her soft lips and aggressiveness made me ravenous and we kissed like a couple of randy teenagers as we moved together as one. My bond with my wife felt solid and unbreakable and I nodded.
"Like for real? I thought this was just a fantasy?" I panted when we came up for air and her eyes focused for a moment and her head tilted to her left.
