Beth sipped on her cocktail, or she twirled the glass by its slender stem and wondered just what she had gotten into during her holiday on the Amalfi coast.
The hotel, perched on a clifftop, was luxurious and the beach was as private as the hotel's management was able to arrange for their guests. They had done so by placing posts in the coarse sand of the beach and threading ropes through them so that passers-by knew that it was reserved for residents only. Even the cushions on the sun loungers, and the parasols over the tables, were in a distinctive colour that set them apart from the many rows of others that were spread out along the shoreline.
Now, she sat at a table under the flapping canvas awnings that the club restaurant had erected over the crowded tables and that had been arranged around a dancefloor. Music thumped loudly from tall loudspeakers placed far enough away for her still to be able to talk.
"Come on, Beth, let's dance again, shall we?" Callum smiled. He was unconcerned by how it might look to others when he stroked her bare arm. Beth's camisole dress, in white and candy pink stripes, flattered her figure and showed off a deepening tan that made her straw-blonde, bob-cut, hair all the more captivating. "Josie and John are boogying away so why don't we? It's your last night here, after all."
He wouldn't deny that Beth had caught his eye again, dressed as she was. His hungering gaze was constantly drawn to her shapely, almost, hourglass figure. She was beguilingly different in her attitude and ways from those he'd gone with on swinger's evenings that he and Josie attended back home. Beth danced so well, was rhythmic and light on her feet, her slender legs flattered by the short hem of her dress and the white pumps she had chosen to wear for what could become a long evening, perhaps night, in each other's company.
"Yes, okay, let's dance but it's just too warm to go leaping about as the others are doing."
Her companion was young and undoubtedly good-looking, his mop of black hair cut short and his lean high-cheeked face deeply tanned. She felt the strength in his arms, the inviting grip of his hand as he led her back onto the dance floor. It was impossible not to feel flattered by his renewed attention upon her.
Since that first time they had gotten together, something had changed in her and she had become resigned to the idea of John's wishes to be adventurous, even when she was in his company, and he made clear that he was eager to pursue Josie once more. He wasn't one to be promiscuous, and have many partners when the mood took him, but he did want his hunger for another woman to be fully satisfied and his lust to burn itself out. It was the mantra of all swingers, enjoy another's ways but don't get emotionally involved. She allowed him his diversions and sometimes played along, but she wasn't wired in the same way that her darling John was.
Now, as she danced with Callum and saw how involved John again was with Josie, she wondered how they would be when they were together alone, again, and had moved on to another resort. She was not intent on their holiday being remembered for the wayward activities of what others pursued at a swinger's club, or evening and someone's house, and that John had no problems with. His conscience never acted as a brake on whatever he did or sought to do when he lapsed into these wayward activities.
She knew about them, those he went with. It was a part of the arrangement, or 'understanding', that they had reached and John had remained true to his word, no matter how attractive the woman was, or how and where she took him. She would often sense that John wanted to share the experience or what had been discovered. It was tawdry but in doing so he kept her involved.
The time spent so far with a younger couple had been more than enough for her, she had chosen to think, but Callum and Josie were persistent, and Josie's claims on John were something that unsettled her. But, doing what she had done with the young couple, so far, had been enough and added a particular spice to what she did with John when they were alone in their suite, down the hall from the younger couple. It would be no different after this holiday, of that she had no doubts.
"The music's pretty loud," Callum murmured, his breaths in her ear making her shiver as he held her close, their bodies soon moving in sync in slow sinuous sways, or Callum pressing against her suggestively, the crowded dancefloor an ideal cover for what he wanted to do with her. "We'll be together later, won't we?"
"Perhaps," she began, clinging to him with her arms around his neck. She felt the unmistakable press of his prick against her belly as one of Callum's hands pressed into the small of her back. Beth caught John's eye as he and Josie danced close by. She then saw him lift his head in an unmistakable gesture that they should all go upstairs and play again, in one of their rooms. "I think I'm being talked into doing that, Callum."
She began to sway sensuously, in time with the music and response to Callum's embrace, pushing her hips against Callum as the music's tempo slowed. His hands were on her lower back and then hips, guiding her movements against him. His caresses, for that was what they had become, made her shiver and breathe warmly onto his skin. The young man engaged her; there was no doubt about it.
"I don't know what we'll do once you're gone," he breathed warmly against her cheek.
The familiar tune and words were slowly fading away and his closeness made her feel the warmth in her core that drifted down between her legs. It really wouldn't do to let things between them get out of hand and become embarrassing in front of the others on the dance floor.
Josie and John joined them as another tune began to play and she was startled to feel the three of them coaxing her to join them in a hug and to dance together, rooted to the spot but swaying and singing along to what words they knew.
"Let go and make a last night of it, Beth," Josie said only too directly. "You know that it can be fun!"
Right there, on the dance floor, Josie's hand drifted over the soft fabric of Beth's dress and caressed her bum. Beth may have flinched but no one seemed to notice or care that two couples, on holiday, were into each other.
"I used to love it when John touched me like that," Beth confessed, her words only serving as encouragement for Josie to lean in and lightly kiss her neck.
"I'd love it if I could be with just you and John," she murmured, her eyes wide and imploring as they met the other's gaze.
Beth shuddered even as she met John's look.
Her husband, so well dressed in his particular and casual ways, was ruggedly attractive and not handsome. He had what some might describe as an 'aura' or 'authority' that was attractive to women. And now she realized that they must have planned it all while they had been seen dancing and she had been swept up in Callum's arms.
She really couldn't allow this to keep happening while she was on holiday. She wanted John all to herself, but he seemed to have become ensnared by the young woman's ways and firm, youthful body. One night with her, that first night in the hotel, had not been enough for him, for them both it now seemed. She was beginning to feel both shame and guilt at the prospect of becoming a party to a threesome, but she could no longer quell the knot of longing in her belly, nor how wet her pussy was becoming at the thought of being taken out of herself once more.
"In our suite, be with us in our suite," John suggested as their holds on each other loosened and they returned to their table to collect what few things they had brought with them.
"I'm glad you're with me in this," John kissed, moments later, as their bedroom door closed behind them and they fell into each other's arms, kissing hungrily and John unzipping her dress. "I've thought of you and me..."
"Just the two of us?" she smiled, her tone teasing as she said it.
"The three of us. That way I can bring my obsession with her, with Josie and her hungry ways, to an end. She's shameless and has gotten to me."
"And it's who you are and what you have for her that makes it so."
It sounded bitchy, but she indulged him and had read all the signs, in both of them, for her not to be mistaken in what was playing out between John and a brazen young woman; she with a firm-breasted and trim body, her silken black hair tied back in a ponytail and a touch to John's arm drawing his attention back to her and what she sought from their times together.
She would go through with whatever was expected of her. After all, holidays brought new experiences and this one, in a matter of hours, had turned her ordered world upside down.
♥
Calum has such a winning smile and wondering look in his eyes that she feels powerless to refuse his suggestion, that she and John spend some time with Josie and he is in the room looking on. They have had fun together dancing, John and Josie flirting outrageously and she behaving in her restrained ways. She has not been oblivious to Callum's renewed interest in her, despite their age differences and the obvious allure of his young wife.
"I'm just going to watch the three of you. Josie likes it when I do that." Callum says it as he pours out fresh drinks for them, the coolness of the room a welcome relief from the oppressive warmth of the night outside. "I won't be far away; you should know that by now."
Callum says it as his arm goes around her waist and he draws Beth closer to his side, Beth threading her fingers through his as he caresses the soft curve of her belly, shaped so enticingly by her dress.
She shivers as his touches continue, Josie moving closer and she too begins to offer seducing touches to her body. "I'm being asked to do things that are way outside my comfort zone."
"But you let go the first night," Josie whispers, her breaths in Beth's ear. She then presses moist lips to Beth's earlobe and sucks on it gently. They're about the same height, Beth the more voluptuous of the two, and now they gaze, momentarily, into each other's eyes.
"Yes, I did, but John was there too."
"And he will be again," Josie answered on a pout of her lips before she gazed down on seeing Beth's erect nipples shaping the front of her dress. She couldn't help but notice hers harden as they pressed their bodies together. "Let go and make it a last night for all of us to remember, Beth. I sure want that and your man, I know, wants that too."
