It was early the next day, around 7 in the morning and Samantha was wide awake and lying in bed. Her husband was snoring but that wasn't what had woke her up. She'd been married to the man for over twenty years at this point and was used to it.
No, she was awake and hadn't slept well at all because of a torrent of emotions that were raging inside her like a storm. Passion mixed in with guilt and memory and as she looked over at her husband, taking in his gut and his balding head. She felt herself sigh and turned around, looking away from him and closing her eyes.
That was a mistake because her mind filled with images of her love making session with Kyle the day before. She remembered the passion that had been in his eyes and the feel of his strong hands groping her and exploring her body. She could almost feel the orgasms that had shook her body, and soul even, to the core when he had been inside her.
The images and the sensations brought on their own physical effects. She could feel her white panties getting wet and this brought about another wave of guilt. She loved her husband, or thought she did, and despite what she'd said to Kyle she knew she couldn't see him again.
Before they'd gone to bed she'd had sex with her husband as well and it had only lasted a few minutes. He was still tired from the jet lag, he'd said, and had gone to sleep a few minutes later. Normally this would have pissed her off but after her time with Kyle she was already fairly worn out and had been happy for once with a short fuck.
She'd tried to rationalize it, her experience with Kyle, and all the old cliches ran through her mind. She was at the peak of her sexuality and her husband was far from that, she'd been pent up and sexually frustrated for months, years even if she was honest with herself and she clearly hadn't been thinking properly.
She knew that she couldn't see him again and was happy that he hadn't asked where in the resort he was staying. She knew it would be difficult to resist him, especially after her husbands performance last night, providing an incredibly weak comparison to Kyle's.
The memories were still there and she knew that she would have to live with them. Though that didn't have to be a bad thing, she thought. The memory would at least provide her with something to think about when she pleasured herself.
As she thought more and more about Kyle she felt her pussy continue to get more and more wet. She knew that if she didn't do something now she would burst, or end up going looking for Kyle. Her husband was a heavy sleeper though, and so she got up and walked across their spacious suite towards the bathroom.
Once inside she turned on the shower, and while waiting for the water to heat up she took off her small t-shirt, her ample breasts falling out, pushed down her panties and then finally stepped inside. She grabbed a bar of soap and worked it over her body for a few moments, but the sensation in between her legs continued to build.
She couldn't take it anymore and after replacing the soap so reached down a bit with both hands, squeezing her breasts as she felt the water hit and run down and in between her legs, enjoying the feeling it gave her. She squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples, pinching them lightly, then hard, before her right hand travelled down to her pussy.
She played with her clit, letting the sensation build and build until she had to have something inside her. She imagined Kyle in there with her now, imagined him turning her around and bending her over a bit, his nice thick cock sliding inside her. She let out a moan at this and slid a finger inside herself, then another.
The image of Kyle taking her in the shower made the next few minutes a passionate blur and later she hoped she hadn't been too loud, but she couldn't help it. She fingered herself as hard as she could and finally made herself come, and it was good, though not the blindingly passionate pleasure that Kyle had given her.
She finished her shower and toweled off and knew that she had sated herself for the moment. Though if she was really honest with herself, and she was trying not to be for a variety of reasons at this point, there was still a hunger inside her.
A few hours later her husband finally woke up and after he'd showered they both got dressed and went to one of the resort's restaurants for breakfast. Her mind kept wandering through breakfast, not that her husband noticed since he was constantly checking his phone for emails from work. She didn't even bother to tell him to stop since it gave her the opportunity to try and deal with her own thoughts.
She knew she couldn't let what happened with Kyle happen again. She was married, even had kids that were around Kyle's age and if it went too far it would ruin her life. So she tried to put him out of her mind and later on went down to the beach with her husband.
It was busy and after setting up their chairs under a vacant tent she went to get a couple drinks from one of the bars. After she paid she turned around and there was Kyle, smiling as he looked at her and she felt another flood of emotions once again just from that smile.
"I was hoping that I'd run into you here," he said.
It took her a few seconds to say "hi..." and look away, trying to think of a way to get out of this.
"What's wrong?" he said.
Of course he'd notice right away, she thought. He'd been one of her smarter students and aside from being very good looking it was one of the things that had attracted her to him in the first place. In high school it had just been simple flirting, a little crush she knew all teachers got on their older students from time to time, but now it only served as one more reason why she had to get away as soon as possible.
"Oh, Kyle right?" she said. "You were in my English class a few years ago weren't you?"
"Uh...yeah...I was," he said, and his eyes grew a little colder after that and despite knowing she'd hurt him she continued on that path.
"Well it's great to see you, but I have to get back to my husband," she said.
He didn't say anything for a moment and finally he stepped a bit closer and whispered when he did. "Is something wrong?"
"This is wrong," she said sharply, "I can't see you again."
"But...yesterday you said-"
"Forget yesterday, or don't, let it live there if you want but I'm married and can't do something like that again," she said, cutting him off and with a biting tone.
His eyes were even colder after that but he stepped back and put on a fake smile. "Yeah, it was nice seeing you too, have a good time with your...husband."
Then he walked off and despite feeling terrible Samantha knew it was for the best. She would get over it and so would he. She hadn't expected the second part to happen so soon though and in retrospect figured it probably wouldn't have been a good idea to stay on the same beach.
She had walked back to her husband and sat down, after hearing a lame joke about how long she'd taken. She put on some lotion, the simple act of which brought back yesterday's events but she ignored them more forcefully this time and then grabbed the book she had brought and tried to read.
It was difficult though and despite being crowded Kyle and his friends, some of them very cute girls, weren't that far away and she could easily hear his laughter from time to time. She did her best to focus on the words, but found herself re-reading paragraphs several times over.
Finally she started looking over at him. The first few times they were quick peeks, but then she started watching more and more. She watched his strong and tanned body, his muscles flexing as he played a couple games of volleyball.
Again she tried to make excuses. What had happened had happened and watching him now would just give her more to think about the next time her husband was inside her. It might even be the best thing to happen to their relationship, she thought ruefully.
After the first hour passed things started to change. Kyle was still playing volleyball, but now his friends were playing with a new group who sounded like they were from Britain. There were four girls and two guys and once she heard Kyle starting to flirt with one of the girls, all thought of reading her book vanished.
The girl was cute, short, had bleached blonde hair, an acrobatic body and an ass even Samantha felt turned on by. She watched as Kyle and the girl flirted and laughed more and more and she felt jealousy rising inside like a wave. Not a small and cute one either, but a roaring, tsunami level, wipe out whole civilizations wave.
"Is everything alright," her husband asked finally and it was only at that point that realized how hard she was squeezing her book and that her face and eyes must have been blazing with anger as well. Her husband knew that look well and was tuned to watch out for it too, prompting the question.
"Yes," she said, forcing a smile, "I think it's just jet lag, I'm starting to feel a bit tired."
"Me too," he said, "let's go back for a nap alright?"
"That sounds good hunny," she said.
She gave one last glance towards Kyle, and was sure he had looked away just at that moment, but she also saw that blonde British girl standing next to him, in her small and black bikini, her breast pressing up against him as they talked.
That last moment lit a fire within her and she was determined to give her husband the fuck of his life later that night. She'd brought some sexy lingerie and a few skimpy dresses, initially intending to try and create a new spark in their relationship, and she decided that by the time her husband went to sleep she would have fucked him ragged.
