We woke up the next morning, exhausted from our trip, the sex, and the long swim we had after I caught up with Stacy. I was never much of a beach guy - I prefer hiking in the mountains - but swimming in the ocean with my naked wife was a thrill. Seeing the top of her breasts just peeking out of the water as the sun set behind us will be burned in my memory for life.
The resort was all-inclusive and had two restaurants, as well as a café and a few beachside drink stands, so Stacy and I ventured out in search of something to eat. We found a nice spot at the outdoor café and sat down.
"I had a great time yesterday," I said to Stacy. "You damn near wore me out."
"Yeah, I don't know what came over me," Stacy said. "Just something about the island, the ocean... I guess it just went to my head."
"You went to my head, too," I joked, raising my eyebrows in an "if you know what I mean" gesture.
"Sean, ugh," Stacy scolded me with light contempt. "You can't ever let a nice moment just exist. You're a child."
I realized I was starting the day off poorly.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked, changing the subject. I opened the resort's website on my phone. "There's like a 2-hour tour of the island. There's bikes we can borrow and ride around. We could just chill at the beach if you want. You worked on your tan before we got here, but I'm still rockin' a fabulous farmer tan."
I pulled up my shirt sleeve to show my pale, white upper arm. I flexed a little to see if Stacy was watching.
"Or maybe you want to go to the gun show?" I joked.
"Too bad you only brought pistols," Stacy joked back.
"Better call a plumber," I said to her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, knowing a stupid answer was on the way.
"Because these pipes are about to burst," I said, flexing even harder. Not one to let a joke die, I continued:
"Do you have a bandaid? Because I'm cut." Flex
"Do you have a sewing kit? Because I'm ripped." Flex Flex
"I'm going to have to go to the vet today, because these puppies are sick." Flex Flex Flex
"Jesus Christ, stop," Stacy begged, looking somehow both annoyed and amused at me. "I can't take anymore."
"That's what she said," I immediately yelled.
"Seriously, Sean, I'm going to scream," Stacy immediately pointed a stern finger at me, seeing I was about to respond. "We need to figure out what we're doing today or everything is going to be booked. There's a spa and I want a facial Jesus Christ why did I say that?" Stacy covered her face with her hands.
I was rolling out of my seat crying.
"Listen, all kidding aside, let's check the spa," she said. "I'm good, but your pale ass got too much sun yesterday. We need inside activities today."
I nodded, imagining all kinds of inside activities I would enjoy.
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After breakfast, we swung past the concierge desk to book a spa session. The man who checked us in the night before greeted us warmly.
"I truly hope you are enjoying the island," he said. "As I mentioned, it has a surprising effect on people."
"You ain't kidding, brother," I thought to myself.
"We were hoping to book something in the spa today," Stacy said. She had grabbed the spa menu and was looking at the various treatments. "Maybe a couple's massage or a mud bath?"
"I'm so sorry," the concierge said, "we are completely booked today, but there is an opening for a couple's massage tomorrow. Will that be acceptable?"
"Sure, sounds like fun," Stacy said. She turned to me. "Well, that takes care of tomorrow, but what are we going to do today?"
"If I might recommend our indoor saltwater pool?" the concierge suggested. He was eyeing my sunburn. "It's wonderfully cool and shady and there are three hot tubs right next to the pool."
As he spoke, I noticed a small tattoo on his neck, just below his left ear. He caught my gaze and put a hand to his neck.
"The constellation Gemini," he said. "I got this when I was a younger man and now regret its placement."
I couldn't shake the feeling I had seen him away from the concierge desk. I had a strange feeling he had seen my wife's breasts.
"Were you at the piña colada stand yesterday?" I asked.
"No, señor, I only work here inside the resort," he assured me. There was something about him that was throwing me, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Sean, let's go to the pool," Stacy said, taking my arm and leading me away from the desk. "I just want to plop down, read my book, then take a nap."
"Enjoy your day, señor," said the concierge, giving me a knowing wink as he turned back to the papers on his desk.
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We found a good seat between the pool and the hot tubs, which wasn't hard because we were the only people inside at that time of day. Stacy had on another bikini, this one with a thong bottom and small triangles of fabric tied up over her breasts. The fabric of the bikini left little to the imagination and I had to shift positions a few times in my chair to hide my growing erection. Sadly, she wore a light sarong tied around her waist and a gauzy shirt covering her top.
"Where did you get that bikini?" I marveled.
"I got this as a gag gift at Sarah's bachelorette party," Stacy said. "I never thought I'd wear it, but I saw the way you looked at me in that gold bikini yesterday. I actually didn't realize I had it, but I found it in my lingerie bag. Dumb luck I guess."
"Dumb luck for me," I said. "You look sexy as hell in it."
"Thanks," Stacy said, running her hands down her body. The door to the pool opened and Stacy stopped with her hands resting lightly on her breasts. An attractive couple walked in and we both immediately recognized them as the pair from the next-door villa, the ones that watched us have sex.
The couple looked a few years younger than us, maybe in their late-30s. He was a bit shorter than me, but with an athletic build and an incredible head of hair. He had a nice tan and I thought he might be Spanish or Italian. She was tall and thin, with small breasts, like she used to be a model or an athlete. She had beautiful, dark skin. A pretty smile crept across her face when she noticed they were not alone. They dropped their towels at a pair of chairs on the opposite side of the pool from us, then slipped into the water. Stacy eyed the pair with thinly concealed lust.
"Meh, not really my type," I assured Stacy, lying through my teeth.
"Bullshit," she disagreed. "Look at the two of them. They're both super-hot. That guy looks like he was a pro athlete or something like that. She looks like a ballerina. I'd fuck her if I had the chance."
That admission from my wife really caught my attention. Until two days ago, she was the most conservative, reserved person I knew, especially in the bedroom. The thought of her with another woman made my cock jump. Surprisingly, the thought of her with another guy made me even harder.
"Think about what you're saying," I said to Stacy. "How would that even work, like, logistically?"
Why was I arguing against this?
"I don't know, but I'm going for a swim," she said, removing her coverups. She walked to the edge of the pool, her bikini barely covering her best parts. She waved for me to join her, but I was hiding my erection under my towel. She swam over to the other couple and I could see her talking to them. I got myself under control and hopped in the pool.
"Hi, I'm Sean," I said as I floated over. "I'm guessing you already met my wife, Stacy."
"We just met," said the man. "I'm Dario. This is Bri."
We kind of waved at each other. It felt weird to shake hands in a pool.