This is Part 2 of a story about a married couple that meets a US Army Ranger while vacationing in Cancun.
Captain Jim Maize sat behind Emily and Mike Jones on the bus ride to the dance club. Emily was wearing a miniskirt and pull over blouse with spaghetti straps. At Mike's insistence she wasn't wearing a bra. Once again she had acquiesced. Jim meanwhile couldn't help but wonder if her miniskirt was signaling some subliminal message. Her blue miniskirt was covered with small sunflowers; the state flower of Kansas. It wasn't however. The sunflower patterns on the miniskirt were just one of many strange coincidences that were bringing Jim, Emily and Mike together.
When they walked into the dance club, Mike turned to Jim and said, "Would you like to dance with Emily?"
"Yes I would if you don't mind."
"Of course I don't mind."
Emily looked at her husband and frowned.
Mike hugged his wife and whispered, "Go ahead Emily…enjoy yourself. I'll find a table."
"I'm not going to…" Mike kissed his wife before she could finish her sentence.
"We're on vacation Emily."
He pushed her back gently in the direction of Jim.
She kept staring at Mike until Jim placed his hand in the small of her back.
"Come on Emily."
Mike watched his wife walk hand in hand with Jim to the dance floor. Much to his surprise he felt a little uneasy as they disappeared into the mass of dancing couples. He shook his head and then found a booth with a good view of the dance floor and ordered three tropical drinks. As he sipped his drink he began recalling his favorite Literotica Loving Wives' story. It was about a man who wanted to share his wife with another man. Mike took another sip and scanned the dance floor. Emily and Jim were dancing not far from where he sat. He closed his eyes and thought about the Loving Wives' story. After months of sharing fantasies the wife finally agrees to act on her husband's fantasy. Mike took another sip. The story had been his blueprint over the past year. At a dance club, much like this one he thought, the wife dances with different men until finally settling on Mr. Right. Later, Mr. Right has passionate sex with the wife while the husband sits and watches. In the story the sex is great and everyone is satisfied, including the husband. He took another sip and downed the last drop. He reached for Emily's drink and took a sip. It was amazing how everything was coming together just as he had fantasized.
The dance floor was quite a spectacle. The techno-funk sound was hypnotic. It was large enough to accommodate about 300 people. Tonight, however, there were only about 100 couples dancing. Even to the most casual observer, it was obvious Emily truly enjoyed dancing with Jim. She was having the time of her life. Jim was sweeping her off her feet. When the song ended, Emily and Jim embraced and he kissed her. It was just a gentle contact of lips and it left her happily light-headed. She rested her head on his chest and savored the enjoyable feeling of being held in his strong arms.
Mike sat opened mouth. He glanced down at his empty glass. Somehow during watching his wife dancing and then kissing Jim he had finished Emily's drink. Now, he was feeling an incredible buzz coming on. He lowered his head and fought the urge to take Jim's drink. When he looked back at Jim and Emily they had finally broke their embrace. She waived as they started walking toward the booth. But suddenly a loud siren sounded and then the club strobe lights started flashing. It energized the crowd. Everyone on the dance floor began jumping up and down as the music seemed to step-up to another intensifying level. Those sitting in booths and around the dance floor joined the crowd. Mike waived for Emily to continue dancing. Couples and singles were all twisting and gyrating their hips and bodies. It was the most decadent scene Mike had ever witnessed and his sweet innocent wife was right in the middle.
Out on the dance floor, Emily leaned forward at the waist and twisted her hips mimicking the other dancers. It was a mesmerizing site for Jim. He moved up behind her placing his hands on her waist guiding her as she wiggled her hips. It was difficult not to press his groin against her tantalizing hips. As Emily turned to face Jim, her breasts jiggled beneath her silky blouse. It was a tantalizing site. Then a young Mexican guy moved up behind her and placed his hands on her waist. Emily looked at Jim and he just shrugged his shoulder. She smiled and continued dancing until the Mexican pressed himself against her butt. She jumped forward, but the man stayed with her dancing seductively. Jim took a few steps backward so that they could move to another part of the dance floor. But the Mexican man followed. Then the unexpected happen. Jim stared in absolute disbelief as the Mexican clutched the bottom of her blouse and lifted it up exposing her breasts. Emily's eyes opened wide as she realized what was happening. But before she could respond the man squeezed her breasts. It didn't take long for her to react. She spun around and slapped the young man's face. He grimaced and raised his hand just as Jim stepped in between. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed.
"Let's go!" Emily screamed as she pulled her top back down.
"Are you okay?" Jim asked.
"Yes, but I've had enough of the night club scene for one night."
Jim clutched her hand and led her to the booth.
"What happened?" Mike asked.
"Some guy grabbed her." Jim answered.
Mike stood up and staggered to Emily.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, but let's just go."
Jim glanced at the three empty glasses on the table before following Mike and Emily out of the club.
They stood together clinging to the overhead rail on the crowded bus. Mike was already regretting drinking so much in such a short span of time. He wasn't used to drinking like that at all and now he was feeling very light-headed. At the first bus stop several people got off and Mike flopped down in the first available seat. He motioned for Jim to sit with Emily.
"I should have been watching out for you." Jim said.
"It's not your fault. I probably overreacted."
"No, he had it coming."
"You think so?"
"You should have seen the expression on his face."
"Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar."
"That's right."
They both laughed.
Emily held Jim's arm and snuggled.
"Thank you for being my knight in shinning armor."
"It was my pleasure."
Jim glanced at Emily's tanned legs and the skirt that was riding dangerously high. Emily, meanwhile, had turned her head and was busy looking out the window unaware of the view she was affording Jim. He began to consider his options. Should he just lean over and give her another kiss? Or, even better, just casually lower his hand and rest it on her knee? What was the worst thing that could happen? She might slap his face, too. He chuckled. Or, she might get up and go sit with her husband. Then again, she might welcome his hand on her knee. He glanced at her skirt just inches below her panties. What about her husband? What would he do? He glanced over his shoulder at Mike. He was sitting one row back on the opposite side. Mike smiled and nodded his head. It was obvious from the expression on his face that he was slightly intoxicated. But why was he nodding his head? Was he approving of something unspoken? Maybe Mike wanted him to have his way with Emily. Not much chance of that he reasoned. They were here celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. But then he thought about the events of the last two days. It was at Mike's insistence that she had finally gone topless. It was Mike who encouraged him to dance with Emily on the Pirate dinner cruise. Then tonight he did the same thing. Mike had motioned for him to sit with Emily and now he was sitting back there nodding his head. Maybe they were inviting him to participate in some bigger fantasy that would have to obviously stay in Cancun. "I wouldn't mind that at all." He thought staring at her tanned legs. It was time to take action. He slowly lowered his arm and rested his hand on her knee.
Emily turned her head and smiled.
"It's such a beautiful night."
"Yes it is." Jim replied. "But the night pales in comparison to the beauty sitting next to me right now."
Emily giggled at Jim's ridiculous "pick up" line. She guessed he'd probably used that line on other women. She wondered if it had worked with them…too. She closed her eyes. Yes, it was working on her too. Everything that she and her husband had talked about was only supposed to be a little harmless fantasy. She never intended on actually following through with her husband's demands. Now, here she was letting a complete stranger rest his hand on her knee. It was a discomforting thought that she had come so far in just a few days. Even more troubling for Emily was the mixed feelings racing around in her head and the tingly sensation racing up and down her legs. Being "hit on" by this handsome hunk of a man, a war hero nonetheless, left her feeling unsure of what she would do if he started moving his hand higher.
Jim moved his hand away for a brief moment while she straightened her skirt. When she looked back out the window he placed his hand on her leg just above her knee.
"Other than the incident with the guy at the club, did you have a good time tonight?"
"Yes I've had a wonderful time." She responded.
"You're a very beautiful woman Emily. Mike is an incredibly lucky man."
Emily sighed.
"I mean it Emily."
She turned and smiled nervously.
"What's the matter?" Jim asked.
"Oh it's just everything that's been going on since we got here."
"Well you've come to the right place to enjoy new things."
"I guess so."
Mike, meanwhile, was trying desperately to listen. But the sounds of other people talking and the roar of the bus engine drowned out their voices. Frustrated, Mike glanced around the bus. As he looked up at the window next to his seat he made an interesting discovery. The darkness outside coupled with light inside created a mirror image of what was going on inside the bus. He turned immediately and looked at the window next to Emily. The angle provided a clear view of Emily's lap and Jim's hand resting between her legs. It was a sobering sight. Instead of feeling aroused and elated he had an overwhelming feeling of doom and despair. He turned his head away and counted to ten trying to calm down. It wasn't the reaction he had expected. In the stories, the husband was always turned on by the site of another man touching his wife. Now, he was feeling sick.
