Note: This is a fictional story with all individuals eighteen years of age or older.
An hour later Michelle and Gerry had staked out a couple of poolside lounge chairs alongside the luxury pool and again Michelle found herself with the lion's share of attention from many of the men. When she strolled up to the bar to order a few drinks she found herself crowded with men eagerly rubbing up against her offering to jokingly pay for the drinks which was ridiculous considering it was an all-inclusive resort. The men were intent to get a closer look at the beautiful sexy blonde but moved back when Gerry made an appearance. The sightseers knew he was the lucky husband.
On this particular day Michelle had been getting serious attention from a relative newcomer. Yuri Popanov, a twenty-four-year-old Russian immigrant who sat alongside the pool admiring her as if trying to memorize every inch of her stunning body but to Yuri there was much more to his surreptitious gaze. Yuri, a diminutive man at only five foot five, lean with dark hair and eyes, exuded confidence. He was one of a handful of elite members of the club and was next in line to have some scheduled time with Mrs. Wilkensen -- ninety minutes to be exact. He couldn't wait to fulfil his darkest fantasies with the gorgeous wife as he watched her parade her sexy body around the pool going for frequent walks as if to taunt everyone with her perfection. Yuri did not understand how her husband tolerated such behavior. Westerners are soft he thought.
Yuri watched the voluptuous woman carrying two drinks heading in his direction. Her husband had wandered off to the nearest washroom leaving her unguarded. She would pass within a few feet of him. When she was even with his poolside chair he spoke up, "Lovely day isn't it?"
She stopped and looked down at the handsome young man as if to say, "are you talking to me?"
"I do apologize if you have taken offence Ms..."
"It's Mrs. and I generally do not speak to strange men," she said politely but firmly.
"Yet here you are doing just that!" he said with an air of superiority.
"...but it is a beautiful day and we are fortunate to be in such a lovely place!" she said.
"...and you make that beauty all the more wonderful," he added looking into her eyes.
Michelle blushed and thanked him for the compliment and moved on.
"My name is Yuri," he said matter-of-factly as she wondered off.
He watched her leave picturing what she would look like naked.
Michelle had, over the years, learned not to be too quick to give any men details about her including her name and marital status so she just smiled ignoring the attempt at an introduction and walked on swishing her hips temptingly drawing further attention.
Yuri was not pleased how quickly she had dismissed him. He vowed to make her pay for that little slight later. He grinned to himself. He was looking forward to really getting to know her now. He looked at his watch calculating it would be between twelve and thirteen hours by his estimation before he and Michelle became intimately acquainted. He hardened as he watched her swaying buttocks recede quietly letting every male in the vicinity know, with a flash of her inconsequential wedding ring, that she was not available for anyone but her husband. We'll see about that!" Yuri thought. Yuri had had an opportunity to see the hypnotist private show a few days earlier which starred the beautiful wife and her husband. He would not soon forget what the hypnotist had made her do for a very small audience.
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That evening Michelle and Gerry ate a meal suited for a king at the resort seafood restaurant. With a full ten days remaining in their stay they took advantage of the free wine and downed two bottles between them. Following supper they took a leisurely stroll along the beach stopping a few times to just hold each other their gaze locked on the gorgeous horizon.
"You ready to head back up to the room?" Michelle asked with that sultry tone of voice that she used when she was horny.
Gerry leaned in and kissed her as passionately as he had ever kissed her.
"Mmmmm...that was nice Gerry. I can't wait for more..."
"Neither can I beautiful," he added embracing her in a full body hug.
She felt his erection pressing against her and rolled her hips at him.
"We better head back," he said, "before things get out of hand," he added reaching around and grabbing her ass.
"Oh Gerry..." she moaned feeling a gush of lubricant readying her.
"We wouldn't want that now would we," she said teasingly rubbing his erection with the back of her right hand.
When they got back to the room it was almost 11:00pm.
Every night before bedtime the couple enjoyed a nightcap from their in-room bar.
Gerry went into the bathroom to clean up and brush his teeth.
"I'll pour you a scotch," she yelled to him.
"On the rocks," he said.
"On the rocks it is," she said with a giggle but suddenly she froze and retrieved her purse reached in and pulled out a small packet from the bottom. She quickly tore it open and poured the contents into her husband's drink. She mixed it with a stir stick from the bar until there was no sign of anything out of sorts. She then poured herself a vodka on the rocks.
She felt a hand on her ass as her husband came up behind her with only a towel wrapped around him. The head of his penis peaked out as if checking to see if there was any pussy in sight. She playfully poked a finger at the spongy head, "you have to wait until I take a quick shower," she said to it as if it were a person, "I'm full of sand and salt from the ocean breeze."
"A toast to us!" she announced handing him the scotch and clinking glasses as they downed half of the contents. "Damm that's good," he said.
"I can think of something that's even better than that," she added.
"I'm counting on it!" he said anxiously, "just hurry up and get cleaned up. I'll be patiently waiting."
