We both woke the next day with a bit of a hangover, so it was time for a full English breakfast before hitting the beach to sleep it off. I was so tired that I fell asleep almost immediately and the next thing I knew I was being shaken away by Marie.
"Wake up!" she laughed and I opened my eyes to see Dan and Julie sitting next to us, chuckling at me as I blinked and squinted at the bright sunshine.
"Hi guys," I said as I rubbed at my eyes and looked at my watch. It was 1.30pm and I had been asleep for over an hour and a half. I guessed I must have needed it. I did feel much better though, and Marie said she felt a lot better now too. Apparently Julie had woken up with a bit of a headache this morning too, but nothing too bad, which surprised me as she had consumed quite a bit of vodka and she didn't normally drink.
"So are you going through with it then?" Dan asked the girls, and I remembered their plans for the bikini wax and massage that they had made with the hotel manager last night. Marie nodded immediately, and then looked at Julie, who nodded and said yes, albeit not quite as enthusiastically. Dan rubbed his hands together and grinned wickedly, winking at me as he did so.
My head was still a little groggy, so I got up and ordered an orange juice from the beach bar nearby and when I returned only Julie remained, explaining to me that Marie and Dan had gone for a dip in the sea to cool off.
It was a hot day, even hotter than the day before, which in itself had been a scorcher. I looked around for my wife and saw her swimming with Dan, both of them submerged in the water up to their necks. Marie was laughing at something Dan was saying and it seemed that they were getting on really well again, like they had picked up right from where we had left off last night.
Julie was watching her husband as I looked at her, sat a couple of feet to my right. She was wearing a dark green one-piece swimsuit, with a semi-transparent, beige sarong wrapped around her hips and legs, but I pictured her as I had seen her last night, completely naked. Although I had been drunk, the vision of the robe slipping off her shoulders was crystal clear in my mind, as were the memories of the urgent, passionate sex that followed.
I snapped out of my daydream, realising that she had stopped watching Dan and Marie's frolics in the ocean, and was instead watching me stare at her dreamily.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I was just..."
"Thinking about last night?" Julie said with a smile. "Me too." Her face reddened then and I realised that I was blushing as well. "I felt really guilty this morning."
"Likewise," I agreed. I had cheated on my wife, but it was one of those things that just happened. It wasn't as though I had deliberately planned it and I explained that to Julie, who nodded saying she shared the sentiment.
"Do you regret doing it?" she asked.
"No," I said honestly. "I enjoyed it. Did you?"
"It shames me to say it, but yes, I did enjoy myself." Julie looked down at the sand between her feet. "I'm happily married though and..."
"Don't worry," I stopped her mid-sentence, knowing what she was about to say, "I don't want a relationship or anything! Let's just put it down to a holiday-fling. If you don't say anything, then I won't."
Julie smiled. "I know we said this exact same thing last night, but I just wanted to make sure," she paused as though she was weighing me up for a moment before speaking further. "So is that an end to it then?"
"Only if you want it to be," the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them and I was just about to apologies for being so cheeky when Julie stopped me in my tracks.
"I didn't say that," she said coyly. "But it must be just a holiday fling... if... anything happens again."
I felt myself getting hard in my shorts at the thought of a repeat of last night. "Shall we have drinks again later? Go out for a meal again perhaps?"
Julie smiled and said she would speak to Dan about it, but that it sounded great. "And then we'll see what happens after that," she teased. "We could go in the hot tub again. I know Marie enjoyed that last night."
Marie and Dan rejoined us then and when Julie discussed it with them they were both more than happy for another evening together, but first there was the matter of the girls' afternoon at the hotel spa. Julie was nervous but Marie assured her that she wouldn't regret it. All four of us went in the sea for another dip and then it was time for the girls to go and have their pampering session, so they got their stuff together and left Dan and me on the beach alone.
We talked for a short time about the usual guy stuff, but the conversation soon turned to our wives.
"I wish I could be there when they wax her," Dan said and I agreed. "This is a big deal for Julie, you know? Normally she wouldn't even be up for the massage but your Marie is pretty persuasive."
"I guess she is," I replied thinking that Dan could be rather persuasive when he wanted to be too. "You're rather silver-tongued yourself though."
Dan looked puzzled, so I explained further. "When Julie and I came back last night, I saw Marie cover her breasts back up and asked her about it later. She told me that you and Jean-Luca talked her into giving you a peek."
Dan's mouth was open and he shut it with a click. "I'm sorry..." he started to apologize but I stopped him with a shake of my head.
"No, it's fine Dan. It really is." I couldn't give him a hard time about it, not after what I had done with his wife. "I'm the one who should be sorry for coming back at just the wrong time. If I had been a bit longer getting changed, who knows what you might have been able to talk Marie into?"
I laughed as I finished the sentence and Dan raised an eyebrow at me. "I guess I would have liked to get her naked," he admitted, "She's a great girl. You're a lucky guy, to have such a gorgeous wife."
I nodded my appreciation and returned the compliment about his wife. When Dan realised that I was cool with him flirting with Marie the way he had, he pushed the conversation a little bit further.
"So you think she might have done it then? You know, got naked? Jean-Luca and I were trying to talk her into it and she seemed to be game. She's got fabulous tits and when she showed us, I thought we were in for a treat, but then you walked in and I was like... damn!" Dan pursed his lips and asked the question I could sense him working towards. "Would you have been mad? If she had got nude? You didn't seem to mind her being half-naked in her bra and panties."
"We're on holiday," I told him. "And what happens in Italy stays in Italy. Hell, if she wants to get naked and have a little fun then so be it." Without asking me right out, Dan was asking me if it was okay to try it on with Marie again tonight, and without saying it openly I was answering and telling him to go for it. Maybe if something happened between them I would feel less guilty about fucking Julie.
"So what do you think they're up to right now?" I wondered out loud.
"Well, I spoke to Jean-Luca this morning and he's arranged them a special lunch and champagne cocktails," Dan checked his watch, "but they'll have done that by now. After that they were going to be manicured, pedicured, bikini waxed and a full spa treatment, so I guess right now they're having their nails or toes done." Dan paused then chuckled. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but I will. What the girls don't know is that while the bikini waxing is done by a girl, the masseurs are male."
"Really?" I laughed, "Marie won't mind, but don't you think Julie will freak out?"
"Maybe, but she won't back out. She doesn't like to make any fuss, so once she's in there she'll go through with it." Dan sighed. "Besides, Jean-Luca is going to tell the girls that the masseurs are gay. They're not, but that will calm Julie down. You don't mind do you?"
"Of course not," I reassured him. "In fact, the thought of Marie being rubbed down by a young Italian stud is quite a turn-on. I wish we could watch!" I said it half-jokingly so I wasn't prepared for Dan's reaction.
"I've thought about that myself," he admitted. "What do you say to going back to the hotel for a cool down, and maybe asking Jean-Luca how things are progressing?"
It sounded like a great idea to me, especially as the heat of the day was refusing to lessen, even though it was now mid-afternoon, so we headed back to Dan and Julie's hotel and after dropping off our things in their room, we went to the bar for a much needed drink.
"Hey!" Jean-Luca appeared from the door next to the bar, "You guys are okay, yes?"
"We're fine. How are our wives doing?" Dan replied casually.
"Last time I saw they were having a fun time. Your Julie though- how you say? Too much champagne?"
Jean-Luca spread his hands. "I say no more, but she likes it so she says more. The lady say more, the lady get more, no?"