I had just finished my dissertation data collection and was awaiting the defense. My wife and I had just decided together for me to take a position with NASA for my post-doctoral internship and she had received a promotion to Regional Director of a home health company a week prior. We had already put a down payment on a nice house in League City and were already in the process of packing everything up.
In addition to all that good news, the past year had been amazing. After a very sexually charged series of events our marriage had gone from arguing weekly, no flirting, and no sex to a complete reversal.
A drunken skinny dipping incident on a conference had awakened a beast in my wife that I had been waiting on for years, and a fun Halloween a couple of months later opened the door to exploring new fantasies. At the time, she said she was open to trying the hotwife lifestyle...even if just once...just to please me.
Well, it's been a year, and although we have not explored that particular fantasy yet our marriage has definitely been on the upswing. Of our 8 years together, this one has been the best and everything seemed to be coming together.
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Back to the present...I just finished my data collection for my dissertation last week. It is now summer and I am officially ABD (All but dissertation), and I am ecstatic. Aside from writing and putting together a PowerPoint, I am essentially done with my PhD. I just accepted a position with NASA and we are about to move.
I look in the mirror with a sense of pride. Through my PhD there have been a few ups and many downs...nonetheless, in my reflection I see a driven man who has bashed through every obstacle that has befallen me and have emerged victorious. Physically, many tend to regress throughout their program. I somehow was able to throw on an extra 15 pounds of mass through my time. My 215 pound frame, bald head, and tattoos made me look more a meat head than a scientist...a fact that many had discounted my intellect for...yet, here I am; I've made it.
Similarly, my wife has only gotten sexier through our 4 years here. Even a year and a half having a baby, she has more sex appeal than any woman I had ever seen. Her little frame, enhanced chest, luscious lips...and that ass...makes her the constant object of my fantasies. What makes it better is that in the last year she has embraced her sexuality. Everywhere we go she gets checked out, some guys overtly eye fucking her as she walks through the grocery store. When we go out, she flirts with other guys and even enjoys dancing with them as I watch.
We have toyed with the idea of her playing with another guy while I watch, but it has never occurred. This is partly a combination of her not being one to initiate the activity and me not wanting to push the issue, but also due to the opportunity never arising.
I have considered going to Craigslist to have men basically 'apply' to come help me with yardwork or come do an in-home massage while our baby is at a friend's, but I have not gone through with it. We are at an impasse where we both want it but we don't know how to make it happen. I'm sure given time, and most likely alcohol, she will give in.
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We just got moved in. We are both taking a week off to unpack and get situated...and possibly have a little adult fun...and just relax. I will spend the next two weeks writing and my dissertation should be ready to defend.
One day, I go out to check the mail and find an envelope from my parents. Apparently my parents and her parents had combined their frequent flyer miles and we had a free flight to and from Jamaica. As I'm reading, I hear Freya's car pull up and wait at the door to tell her the good news. She's as excited as I am and we kiss and decide to go out to eat.
That night, we get the baby to bed and begin looking at all-inclusive resorts. I suggest Hedonism, which comes complete with all-inclusive amenities but also has nude beaches/pools, nightclubs geared towards swingers, and just an overall alternative vibe. She suggests Sandals, another all-inclusive resort, albeit more traditional. We end up settling on the Sandals...I knew it was a long shot to get her on a nude beach but it was totally worth a shot!
The next month drags. Between writing and picking up the basics at NASA, I feel a little swamped. Luckily, I am 'interrupted' on random occasions by either a picture of my wife in lingerie, a video of my wife with a toy, or my actual wife...in lingerie...sitting on my face. It's the little things in life. I eventually get my writing done and defense date set, with us flying out a week after.
My stress somehow decreases as the date approaches. It's now almost here and my family and her mom have come down to stay with us and go watch my defense.
I pass solidly...I am now Dr. Odin!! Coupled with Freya's recent completion of her BSN Boards, we are living the high life. After going out with the family that night, we make love for a couple of hours before falling asleep in a trembling heap on the bed.
The next morning, we awake and spend time with the family. They all stay for a couple of days before heading out and we begin to pack. I can't help but notice as my wife looks at me and smiles that half her suitcase seems to be lingerie and the rest is filled with heels, swimsuits, a couple workout outfits, and her pleasure wand. I have also packed some silk boxers and dress clothes in mine for the formal dinners, in addition to the normal stuff. She tells me to leave the room so I don't see the dresses she has purchased specifically for this trip.
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It's finally time! Dr. and Mrs. Odin on their second honeymoon en route to Jamaica, mon. The flight is uneventful...of course I try to get her to join the Mile High Club but it's a day flight and she's not feeling the exhibitionist side.
After a 5 hour flight it's wheels down and we are taxiing to the Sandals Resort. We have the rest of today (it's Wednesday around 3 p.m. here), three full days, and then we leave at 10 a.m. on Sunday. I automatically think of possible pickups for her at the night club but quickly erase it from my head...I'll let her make the move when she's ready.
After getting our bags unpacked, I go in to the bathroom to shower and shave, expecting her to join me...leading to a longer shower. After 20 minutes or so I get out and put my swim shorts on and go back into the main room to find her missing. "This is odd" I think to myself.
I look out in the hall, walk to the pool, and return to the room to find her in a very revealing bikini with a virtual thong bottom and a very sheer, translucent cover up. Her hair spills over her shoulders and I take in her intoxicating scent. I told her I thought she ran off with a Jamaican athlete or something to which she responded, "I just went out back on the balcony..." I sensed she wasn't telling me something but decided not to ask further questions.
We went down to the cafeteria and treated ourselves to some free gourmet food (tonight's dish is baked duck with a broccoli casserole) and then go to the beach. We are still in our swimsuits and she hands me her cover up. It begins to get dark as we head back to the room and I notice our balcony is open to the beach...so that's where she disappeared to earlier. On the way up to the room I see a very well built guy sitting on the balcony next to ours.
This man looks to be around six foot tall with my build but far more defined abs. Hell, I think I just got a man crush. As we walk up he smiles broadly at my wife and says "Hey Freya, did you two have fun?"
She warmly smiles back and says "Yes we did, how was your afternoon?" They continued their chit chat before I finally chimed in, "Hello I'm Odin and take it you already know my wife."
