I'm in a closet trying to look out through the slats of the door, but it's too dark to see. I hear the lock click and the door open, then the lights switch on and I can see the bed directly in front of me. A man says "whoa, too bright," and the lights go out again. Someone moves, walking right in front of the door I'm crouched down behind, and then and then a lamp on the nightstand clicks on and I see the back of a man standing by the bed. A woman's voice said "yeah that's better." It's my wife. She walks over to the balcony door and looks out.
The man's just standing there, leering at her. My wife slowly turns around and sees him staring at her. She gives him a smile and then sits down on the couch. She's wearing a tight little beach dress, with buttons that run all the way up it, the same one that I just had watched her changed into a few hours ago. The guy walks over and stands in front of her, and then says, "That's a nice dress." My wife looks up at him, still grinning, but she doesn't say anything. She crosses her legs and puts one hand behind her head. The look she gives him is an invitation. He sits next to her on the small couch and puts his hand on her exposed thigh. My wife is sitting perfectly still, only her eyes move. She looks down at his hand for a moment and then back into his eyes. I could tell that she'd been drinking. He leans over and slowly touches his lips to hers.
My heart's pounding in my ears now, and I suddenly feel dizzy. I lean back against the wall of the closet until it passes. When I look up I can still see them through the slats of the closet door, kissing passionately. I feel like I am trying to move but can't, like in a dream. He never stops caressing her -- along her hips, up her waist, around her breasts -- over the bare skin of her thighs and slipping his hand under the thin fabric -- across her stomach, along her neck, through her hair. Then I see him pull away from her mouth and look into her eyes again. She looks at him intently and an eyebrow arches seductively. He slides down onto the floor in front of her, both his hands running down her legs. He leans in and starts to kiss her lower thighs, just below her dress. She watches him and giggles softly. "What do you want?" she whispers. He looks up at her, saying nothing, still touching his lips to her bare thighs. "Tell me what you want," she whispered again.
"I... want... to... taste..."
It all started yesterday. I was at work eating lunch at my desk when my friend Alan gave me a call. He told me that his wife Jane had found a great deal for a weekend trip to Hilton Head Island. "The plane leaves tonight and we fly back Sunday evening," he explained. I called my wife and she arranged to have my parents keep the kids over the weekend. Later that night, we met Alan and Jane at the airport and we had dinner on the plane. It was after midnight when we checked into our rooms and my wife and I were so exhausted we just collapsed into bed.
We all spent the next morning at the beach. Our wives went to get lunch and brought back a cooler full of beer before they took off to go shopping. After we drank a few, Alan told me that he and Jane were having problems. "We haven't slept in the same room in weeks," he told me. I realized that he needed to talk to someone, so I just listened. After the beer ran out we went back to the hotel to clean up, and then we drank a few more on the Alan's balcony while we waited for our wives. When they finally came back we made plans to meet at the restaurant across from the hotel. We walked down to our room so my wife could change.
I sat on the bed and watched her change into a sexy little beach dress. She checked herself out in the mirror and saw a panty line, so she casually stepped out of her underwear. As she was applying some lipstick in the mirror, she looked back at me and started griping about how drunk I was. I complained about all the cloths she bought. It quickly turned into a big argument and by the time we left to meet our friends, we weren't speaking to one another. So not surprisingly, dinner was kind of tense. Jane ate quickly and then said that she had to go. "I promised my aunt that I would visit her tonight. She lives on the other side of the island, and I'm going to spend the night." I could tell by Alan's expression that it was news to him. I nudged him and said, "Looks like you're sleeping alone again, huh?" Jane shot me an angry look and then got up to leave, while Alan excused himself to go to the bathroom.
My wife told me I was acting like a jerk. Since we were in public and had to keep it quiet, the things we whispered were all the more nasty. I finally got so mad I got up and said I was leaving. She told me that she had the key to the room, but I told her I wouldn't be back that night anyway and stormed off. Of course I had nowhere to go, so I started wondering where I might be able to spend the night. Then it occurred to me that Jane might not have left yet. I rushed into the hotel and caught her just as she came out of her room. She seemed to accept my apology, but she was in a hurry since she had a car waiting. I figured my best bet was to crash on the couch in Alan's room that night, so I told Jane that I was going to wait for her husband to return, and she let me inside before she left.
