We met at a New Year’s Eve party. I was single, lonely, and very horny. She was a vision of beauty quietly sitting on a couch in the living room. I was almost irresistibly drawn to her and had to fight my instinct to approach her immediately. I needed to watch her for a while and learn about her. It had been my experience that women as gorgeous as her were often vain and bitchy. The honest truth though was that I was shocked at how she had affected me, and I needed a moment to think about that. My recent breakup was a harsh reminder that my feelings often colored my perceptions.

The reason I was single, lonely, and horny was that my girlfriend, the woman that had lived with me for the past year and the woman I had planned to marry had left me for her lover. She’d been cheating on me for months. Blithely living her double life with absolutely no regrets whatsoever. I think the only reason she bothered to come clean was that our planned wedding day was rapidly approaching.

I’ll never forget it. I walked into our apartment after work and she was waiting, “David, we need to talk.”

Those dreaded words ‘We need to talk’ that I knew were the last ones I wanted to hear from the woman I loved. Any guy that has been in love with a woman knows what those words really mean. “Sit down and shut up while I tell you how you fucked up and how it’s going to be from now on.”

She was direct and to the point. It was glaringly clear that she had planned this out for some time. “I’m not marrying you. I’ve been seeing someone else and I’m leaving you to be with him. I’m sorry things didn’t work out between us.”

I was caught completely unaware. I loved her and I thought we were ecstatically happy together. Her late-night work sessions and frequent weekend travel for her job never raised my suspicions. My career made similar demands of my time. In hindsight, all the signs were there, but my brain refused to see them. My feelings for her blinded me. I sat there paralyzed as my brain tried and failed to make sense of what she had just said. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

She blew out a breath in frustration. “Don’t be dense, David. I’m leaving you.”

I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “But why? We love each other. Did I do something?”

She shook her head. “OK, first of all, I don’t love you. I love Steve. Second, you didn’t do anything. I just need to move on.”

The situation I was in was a prime example of how clueless men are in relationships and how pragmatic women can be. She had planned her exit from my life in detail down to every word she would say and had a response for every word I might say. I, on the other hand, was completely unprepared. She’d had weeks to think it through, and I had seconds to form a response while in a state of shock. She was having a battle of wits with an unarmed man. To top it all off, she had left no room for negotiation. There was only one outcome to this conversation that she would accept. “I’ve packed my stuff and Steve is here to help me move out.”

I was stunned. “What?”

The son of a bitch walked into my living room! When I saw the way she looked at him it finally hit me. I knew it was over. “You fucking bitch! Bad enough that you cheat on me. Bad enough that you fall in love with another man. That wasn’t enough, was it? You had to humiliate me on your way out the door. What the fuck did I ever do to you except love you?”

She frowned in exasperation. “Look, David, I’m not trying to humiliate you, but I need to be clear that we are done.”

I was deeply hurt and angry. The combination made it nearly impossible to talk. “What? Did you think that I would force you to stay with me if you weren’t cruel enough when you left? Fuck you! If you had talked to me and told me you wanted out I would have let you go. You didn’t have to slap my face on the way out the door. Get your shit and get out! Leave your fucking key on the counter when you go.

“Oh, and Steve? Fuck you too. Make a move or say a fucking word, and I’ll kick your backstabbing ass!”

He didn’t move or speak, which I will admit pissed me off even more. It would have felt good at that moment to beat the living shit out of him. Later when I had time to think it through I really couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t the one that cheated, that hid his affair, that blindsided the one that loved him. That was all her.

I left the apartment and sat at the bar across the street, downing shots and watching out the window for them to leave. It didn’t take them all that long. She’d planned well and the van on the street was soon loaded and gone. I went back to my empty apartment and alternated between bouts of deep depression and raging anger. Over time my feelings mellowed enough to move on with my life, but the scars ran deep.

I orbited around the fascinating woman on the couch like a surveillance satellite, never looking directly at her and eavesdropping on every word she said. What I heard worried me and enticed me in equal measure. She was nice, funny, and intelligent. She was the whole package and I knew I had to get to know her.

I watched and when the woman sitting next to her got up to refresh her drink I sat down next to the focus of my attention. I soon found out that her name was Sara. I also soon found out that I was totally smitten with her. We talked and laughed and forgot about everyone else. With the exception of bathroom breaks and refreshing drinks, we spent the rest of the evening talking. When the night was over I handed her a note with my phone number. I thought that the best way forward was to put the ball in her court and see if she showed interest.

A few days later she called and we talked. It wasn’t long before she tried to call every day, but eventually talking wasn’t enough. We needed to see each other. She would pick me up in her car and we would drive around talking. Sometimes we would make out, but that’s as far as it went. I wasn’t the only one that had been burnt by someone I loved. She was recovering too and wasn’t in a hurry to open herself up again.

I was on a roller coaster of emotions. When I was with her I fell deeper each minute. When I was away from her I saw the futility of pursuing her. I knew I was going to end up with another heartbreak. Knowing all of that, I couldn’t bring myself to quit. There was something about her beyond how attractive she was. I kept telling myself that I was imagining things the way I wanted them, not the way they are, but that still didn’t stop me from answering the phone or dropping everything when she wanted to go for a drive.

Our relationship grew and I fell head over heels for her. She also introduced me to her daughter Lisa and I fell in love with the three-year-old immediately. We’d been seeing each other for a year when I asked Sara to marry me. Her immediate answer was, “No. I love you, but no.”

I’m still surprised at my response. “OK then. I won’t ask again. The next time, you have to ask me.”

A year later we bought a house together. The day we moved in we sat down at our kitchen table, exhausted by the move. Sara reached across the table and took my hand. “When are you going to make an honest woman out of me?”

I smiled. “What are you trying to say, Sara?”

She smiled back. “OK, fine! Will you marry me?”

I said yes before she had a chance to come to her senses. Lisa walked into the kitchen and saw her mother and me kissing. She hugged our legs trying to join in. She was very happy that her mom and I were getting married. In her mind, I was her dad. I was the only father figure she had ever known.

We settled into married life. Our sex life was wonderful and mildly adventurous. We weren’t oversexed swingers or anything like that, but we did enjoy making love and just plain fucking immensely. We had fun. Of course, nothing stays new, and the pressures of life take a toll. We reached that point in our marriage where the burdens of the day made sleeping way more enticing for her than sex and our frequency dropped off. We had a few arguments about it and did the best we could, as all married couples do. Neither of us ever considered an affair. I can’t prove that regarding Sara, but knowing her the way I do, I am confident of that assessment.

Shortly after we married I adopted Lisa. I loved her with all my heart and I wanted that little girl to be my daughter. We were happy.

Life happens as it does, and our sex life took a beating. Sara had a tumor that required a full hysterectomy. She got thrown into menopause well before her time and her doctor was an old-school asshole that felt women just needed to tough it out. There was no need for medication to offset the deep depression, the hot flashes, or the mood swings. To add insult to injury, he had used a wire suture during the surgery that didn’t degrade over time. The suture moved and the end of the wire poked through her uterus. As a result, sexual intercourse caused her excruciating pain.

It wasn’t until he retired a year or so later and she found a woman gynecologist that she discovered the wonders of modern pharmacology. The wire was surgically removed by her new doctor. We had adjusted to the fact we couldn’t have sex and getting back in the saddle was a slow and tentative process. One that got interrupted yet again.

I got cancer. The surgeries and drugs made it impossible for me to have sex for a very long time. Ongoing medications after I recovered made it impossible to maintain an erection. Sara and I had a sexless marriage and we both grieved. It was a sad and difficult time, but we never gave up on each other. For better or worse means something to us.

The hits just kept on coming. I had been an avid weightlifter when I was young and had depended on youthful exuberance instead of proper training. Years later, I ended up developing severe back problems and was nearly homebound.

Three back surgeries later, things changed. I began losing the weight I had gained while practically an invalid. The weight loss made it possible to start reducing medications. I went from roughly twenty meds a day to two. The cock that had given me so much fun over the years decided to stick its head up on occasion and the occasions began to get closer together. I could actually have an orgasm sometimes. I wasn’t sure if I could actually make love to my wife, but things were improving.

The emotional dynamic of our situation is hard to understand from the outside looking in. Neither of us had ever wanted our sex life to stop. We loved our sex life and enjoyed each other. When we couldn’t have sex we began to emotionally withdraw from it. For a while, Sara would approach me and want to make out. I knew she was horny and I knew I would fail her. It got to the point that when she tried to kiss me I felt like I wasn’t her man anymore. I was a useless drone, only good for home improvement and income. We stopped casually touching and kissing because it only led to disappointment. We learned not to be intimate, not because we didn’t want each other, but because we did. I couldn’t allow myself to build her desire, then let her down when she needed me the most.

How do you recover from that? How do you go back to the way things were, or at least create a new reality? Fear of failure, of letting her down yet again, had wrapped chains around me that seemed impossible to break. During the worst of it, I sat down to talk with Sara.

“Honey, I’m not taking care of your needs and I won’t say a word if you decide to have sex with someone. I’m asking you please be discrete. I will need to know who you are with and when you will be with them so I can make sure you’re safe. I’m sorry I’ve let you down. You don’t deserve this, and I want you to be happy.”

I left her to think while I went to my woodshop to hide my grief. I knew if she went down that path I would eventually lose her to a better man. A man that could give her what I couldn’t. I didn’t know what else to do. She is my world. How could I hold her to a promise that makes her miserable?

Time passed and Sara made no attempt to find my replacement. I could now get an erection, but maintaining it was problematic. I couldn’t take the chance of disappointing her yet again. I needed to be sure I could complete the mission before I started something.

Our world fell apart again. The sudden death of our daughter Lisa devastated us and the loss and grief ruled our lives for a long time. Sara fell into a deep depression and began to drink too much. Something had to change. We were heading toward a tragic end if I didn’t get off my ass and do something. Sara mentioned that we hadn’t been away on vacation for years and maybe it was time we took one. The wheels began turning. We could go to a romantic resort in the Caribbean. An all-inclusive, couples-only place where we leave behind all our emotional baggage and just have fun together. I wasn’t expecting some cum drenched orgiastic depravity. My sincere hope was to make love to my wife one time. Just one time to kick start things again. One time to prove to us both that we can still have a happy sex life.

We pulled the trigger and made a reservation in March, six months away. Life continued stuck in the morass of grief and loss as the days marched on. I became concerned that Sara had given up. I wasn’t sure that she would be willing to leave the house for the Caribbean when the time came. I needed to change the routine and get her outside of her own head. I pleaded, cajoled, and begged before finally getting her to join me in exercise. We needed to get in reasonable shape before leaving on vacation because I knew she would be miserable if she thought she was fat and ugly.

Getting her out of the house and doing something had a profound effect on her. She smiled again and her general attitude began improving. A month before the trip we started using the local tanning salon to develop our tans. The last thing we wanted was to arrive with our pasty winter skin and get burned the first day.

We were both super excited as the Tuesday we were leaving rapidly approached. Shit came unglued at work on Monday. The details are unimportant. Suffice it to say I was the guy to deal with it. It was my job, and I didn’t have someone to dump it on. I had to fly out on Tuesday to Houston while Sara went on to our resort alone. The company was good about it. They covered the costs of re-ticketing my flights. I was going to miss the first few days of our vacation, three at the most. Worst case, that still gave us four days to find our intimacy again.

Sara is one of the strongest people I know. If she cries, there is a damn good reason. The tears fell from her eyes when I told her what I had to do. I’d let her down again. I’d failed her again. I took her hands in mine.

“Honey, I know this sucks, but I will be there. Enjoy a few days for yourself. Have some fun, explore, and try to meet some people that you can introduce me to when I arrive. I will be there as soon as I possibly can. At least we’re leaving on the same flight and we can have lunch together in Charlotte. I’ll knock this thing out and will be sitting next to you on the beach before you know it.”

We left in the morning and wrangled our luggage to the check-in counter. Our flight to Charlotte took off on time and once we arrived, we had a nice lunch together. I walked her toward her gate afterward and directed her into a side hall. I pulled her behind a business kiosk and kissed her with all the passion I could.

She kissed me back hard, then pulled back and looked at me sternly. “You had better show up, mister.”

I smiled up at her. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll try to call, but I’m going to be up to my neck in it for a while and it might be late at night before I can call. I love you.”

“I love you too.” And she was gone.

I arrived in Houston and I wasn’t up to my neck in deep water. I was ten feet under it and I had to learn how to breathe in it fast. I didn’t get a voicemail from Sara telling me that she had arrived until I got to my hotel at one in the morning. I went to bed planning on calling her when I got up. That didn’t work out as planned. I wouldn’t get to call her until late the next evening. When I did, her phone went to voice mail. I didn’t think much of it. I figured she was sleeping.

~~~~~{Sara}~~~~~

It seemed like the day took forever. Check in, fly out, have lunch, board another plane, run the airport gauntlet on arrival, then board a bus for nearly two hours before finally reaching our little patch of paradise. I guess I should say my little patch of paradise since David is stuck in Houston. He’s been acting different lately and I’m worried. He’s lost so much weight and he looks so good. He’s been kissing me a lot more lately and that’s wonderful. I just can’t help but wonder if he’s having an affair. Isn’t that what’s happening when a spouse suddenly changes the way they look and act? Is he doing it for me or someone else?

It's been so long since he’s touched me in that special way. I feel like I’m married to my best friend, not my lover, and that scares me too. I had hoped that we could try to have sex on this vacation. I don’t care if he stays hard. I want him close to me, holding me, touching me, loving me. I’ve seen the look on his face when I tried to kiss him. I’ve never seen a man look so lost and sad. I know it’s because of his condition, but I can’t help but be hurt. I feel like he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.

If he is cheating on me I’ll make him sorry and that’s for damn sure. I really can’t believe he would do that. He’s a man of his word and he keeps his promises. If he is having an affair I don’t know how I’ll cope. I can’t imagine life without him and I don’t plan on finding out what that would be like anytime soon. I needed to stop thinking about that crap. What I needed was a tropical drink and a towel on the beach. I’ll go dip my toes in the ocean, then lay out in the sun with my steamy romance novel while the handsome resort staff plies me with drinks.

Matching actions to thoughts, I pulled my bikini from the suitcase and left the rest of the unpacking for later. Within a few minutes I was on the towel, my toes still wet from the ocean, a book in one hand and a wonderful drink in the other.

I was a few drinks in when the day’s travel caught up to me and I dozed off. Sand hitting my face woke me and I looked up startled. The cutest little blonde-haired pixie was looking down at me, “I’M SO SORRY!”

I squinted up at her, “It’s OK.”

I thought that would end the conversation. I hadn’t considered the bundle of energy standing over me. She gave me the cutest smile. “I hope you don’t mind if my husband and I lay out our stuff next to you. The beach has gotten kind of full.”

I’m not a social person like David. People make me uncomfortable and I prefer to avoid them. Sure, I do all right when I’ve had a few drinks in me, but for the most part, I’m fine with just David. Still, I’m not an asshole. “Sure, make yourselves comfortable.”

She proceeded with way more energy than the task needed to position their towels and settle in. I noticed her husband watching with bemused humor as she set about her task. They were a very attractive couple. You can find her likeness online by searching for Cheer Leader/Blonde/Hot. She was shorter than David by a good bit and had a perfect little body. Well, all of it wasn’t little. Her boobs were about the same size as mine, a good c-cup, but on her little body, they looked much bigger. She had the tightest little ass on her and no body fat to speak of. I’m sure she never has to wonder whether men find her attractive. She probably has to fight them off with a stick.

Her husband was taller than me and very fit. He had those Ken Doll looks that make the young women sigh. To be honest, I thought he was sigh-worthy as well and was the best-looking man I’d ever seen in real life. Definitely hot and those washboard abs were so… Interesting bulge too. Not David sized but nice. It looks like little miss cheerleader likes a hung hubby.

One thing I quickly learned that she and I did not have in common was our approach to people. I’m happy in my own company. She loves everybody and can’t wait to talk to all of them. Something she soon made apparent. “I’m Annabelle, but I go by Anna, and this is my hubby, Chase. We’re celebrating our wedding anniversary. Isn’t this place amazing? We’ve never been to a place like this. What’s your name?”

I chuckled. “OK, Anna, slow down a little. There’s no hurry. There are three words, well kind of, one of is a contraction if that matters to you, that you need to remember. Whenever you find yourself getting in a hurry just tell yourself ‘I’m On Vacation’. I’m Sara by the way and it’s nice to meet you.”

Her smile lit up her face. She really was very beautiful. She has these amazing big blue eyes and full lips. Her personality made me want to grab her, tickle her till she giggled, then give her a big hug. I thought to myself, David told me to make some friends and I could do a lot worse.

Of course, she had to go and ruin it. “You’re not alone, are you? We can move if your hubby or boyfriend is coming.”

Hell, it wasn’t her fault. “My husband David was called away for a work emergency right as we were leaving for vacation. He’s supposed to be here in a few days. For now, I’m on my own.”

She stood up and put her hands on her hips as she attempted a stern look. She was cuter than shit. “No way! Huh uh. You’re hanging with us till your hubby shows up. Right Chase?”

Chase smiled tolerantly up at her from where he reclined on the towel. He looked like a Playgirl model waiting for the cue to reveal his turgid manhood. He then looked over at me. The smile he gave me sent a shock through my crotch and I almost jumped up and ran to my room. Damn that man was sexy. I was intrigued by the thought that watching the two of them fuck would be erotic as hell.

I wasn’t thrilled about being their third wheel. The idea of watching them parade their hard young bodies around and knowing they were likely having epic sex was hot as hell, and I resisted it. I didn’t need them heating up my fossilized libido. “Now you’re being silly Anna. You two didn’t come here to escort an old lady around. I’ll be just fine on my own.”

I thought she was going to twist her own head off she shook it so hard. “It’s already decided, and besides, you’re not an old lady. How old are you anyway?”

Chase piped up. “Anna! You’re being rude.”

She waved her hand at him. “It’s fine. We’re both women so it’s different.” She looked at me expectantly.

What the hell. “I’m forty-two. How old are you? Twenty? Maybe?”

Her laugh was just as infectious as she was. “I’m twenty-seven and Chase is twenty-nine. We’ve been married for five years.”

I was astounded. I only said twenty because it didn’t make sense for a teenager to be at the resort, and she certainly looked like a teenager. Damn! Some people get all the good genetic stuff. Her follow-up question nearly undid me. “We don’t have kids yet. Do you have any kids?”

I struggled but somehow managed to answer her. “I used to have a daughter.”

She looked at me puzzled. “Used to?”

The tears began falling and I couldn’t stop them. “She was killed in a car wreck two years ago.”

Suddenly I was enveloped in a nest of her limbs. She was on my lap of all things, with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my head tight against those tits of hers. “I’m so sorry, Sara. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

She gently pushed my head back and started kissing my forehead and my cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Each sorry was punctuated by a peck on my cheek. For fuck’s sake, this was just too ridiculous to fathom. She was so damn cute and so obviously upset at upsetting me. I couldn’t help it. I started to chuckle. Then I was laughing, and she was still giving me her little kisses. I finally cupped her face with both hands and held her off.

“OK, enough already. I get it, you’re sorry. You couldn’t have known and you’re fine. I’m not upset with you. It’s just that I miss her so much.”

Chase stood while looking a bit uncomfortable. “Anna? I’m going to take a little snooze in our room. You gonna stay here or come with me?”

Anna made no move to get off my lap, so I gave her a shove. “Get off me you little pixie. People are staring at us. Go (I put up finger quotes) NAP with your husband. I’ll be fine right where I am.”

Anna reluctantly moved off my lap and sat next to me. “Nah, I’m not ready for a nap yet. I’m gonna hang out with Sara. I’ll come wake you in a while honey.”

Chase just nodded and left. Well shit! I had hoped she would take off with her husband so the questions would stop, but nope. The resort staff was making sure we kept our glasses full and before long the two of us were getting pretty toasted. Her questions continued and the combination of too much alcohol, and too much living in my own head, resulted in a severe case of diarrhea of the mouth on my part.

Two hours later we were both drunk and I’d told her just about every secret I had. She knew way more detail about my sex life than I would normally have ever told anyone. It was a good thing that Chase found us. We were drunk, had spent too long in the sun, and I hadn’t eaten since lunch hours ago. He herded the two of us to one of the resort dining facilities and made us eat. I barely remember eating, and I don’t remember how I got to my room. I woke up the following morning not nearly as hungover as I thought I would be, but not doing great either. My skin was mildly burned and I was thankful that David insisted we get tans before our vacation.

I wasn’t highly motivated to get started. I was on vacation after all and couldn’t see any reason to be in a hurry to start the day. It’s not my nature to lay around lazily, as much as I first thought I wanted to. I lost my patience quickly with the lack of activity and decided to get cleaned up. Clad in my little vacation bikini and a sheer coverup, I made my way to a late breakfast. Reinvigorated, I ambled my way to the beach. I walked toward the spot I had used the day before and spotted Anna right away. She and Chase had settled on the same spot as yesterday and Anna had saved me a spot with a spare towel.

I settled in next to them and we said our morning hellos. I pulled out the sunblock and got started on my arms. Anna sat up and moved over next to me. “Let me do your back and you can do mine.”

She didn’t wait for my reply as she took the tube from my hand. She moved around behind me and chattered away as she spread the white lotion on my shoulders. It was a strangely intimate situation for me. I don’t remember a woman ever laying her hands on me in that way and I was embarrassed to realize that I found the situation a bit erotic.

She stopped and rested her hand on my shoulder. “Lay down on your stomach. I can’t reach your lower back very well.”

Uh oh. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to do that. I know I was reading more into the situation than was there, but I couldn’t help but think we were taking the intimacy level up a notch. I shook off my wayward thoughts and laid down on my belly. Her hands went back to work. Her delicate and soft little hands were in no hurry to spread the lotion. They were in fact moving slowly and languidly down my back. The simple act of spreading sunblock was turning me on something fierce. I decided that I might have to take a short break from the beach while I visited my room. My rabbit vibrator was calling my name.

I wasn’t totally surprised at my disappointment when she finished. She picked up her own bottle of lotion and handed it to me before she settled on her own towel. I moved next to her and began applying lotion to her back. Feeling mischievous, I followed her example in the lotion application. I was running my hands down her back when I heard her quietly moan. The effect on me was instantaneous. My nipples got hard as pebbles and goosebumps rose on my arms. This little petite beauty was turning me on!

At this point in my life, I had never had sex with a woman and certainly had no plans to change that. The closest I ever got was an almost tryst with a lesbian friend. We were at a party while I was in college, and I got way too drunk. I went looking for a place to lie down and found the only bed not being used for sex. She was already there and when I settled next to her, she rolled over to look at me. We talked drunkenly for a little while, then her lips were on mine. The kiss was nice, and my curiosity got the best of me. I tried to escalate things, but she put a stop to it, “Sara, please stop. I know you’re straight and curious, but I have feelings too. I like you a lot and if you and I ever do get together, I want it to be special. I don’t do hookups.”

She wasn’t some life experiment. She was a human being with her own wants and needs and I had ignored that in my quest to satisfy my curiosity. At the moment none of that occurred to me. I was a drunk college student after all. I did give it a lot of thought afterward. As for that night, we snuggled together and fell asleep. She was gone when I woke in the morning. We remained friends, but I was firmly in the heterosexual camp, and she was not.

I hadn’t realized that she had a crush on me or how hard it must have been for her to turn me down. She wanted more from me than a casual fling, and I wasn’t close to ready for that. My curiosity was never satisfied, but I did learn a valuable life lesson. People want to be loved and want to give love, no matter what their sexual orientation may be.

I continued to apply the lotion while thoughts of my almost tryst ran through my head. Anna let out another moan. This one was just a bit louder and that brought my attention back to reality. I noticed that my hands were not so much spreading the lotion as they were caressing her skin. I pulled my hands back quickly and went back to my towel. Anna’s sigh of disappointment brought a flush to my face.

I pretended not to notice and feigned drowsiness to avoid a potentially uncomfortable conversation. We enjoyed the lazy morning until the heat drove us to cool off in the ocean. Chase was his charming hot self, looking like some sort of Adonis. He got playful with Anna when she swam close to him. He swept her up in his arms, planted a quick kiss on her lips, then tossed her in the air. She came up out of the water laughing, “Give Sara a turn honey!”

I was suddenly very aroused, so I tried to swim away. He wasn’t having it and soon chased me down. His hands gripped my waist, spun me around, and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. My eyes were wide open in shock as I flew through the air. I couldn’t believe he could toss me around like that. I was a lot taller than his wife and outweighed her by a good bit. It’s not like I’m fat or anything. I’m just really tall for a woman and naturally weigh more. Of course, the kiss shocked me a little too.

My lips tingled from the quick kiss and I was very flustered when my head reappeared above water. Fortunately, his attention returned to his wife, giving me the opportunity to wade to shore. I went to my towel with the goal of drying off, then going to my room. I needed an orgasm in the worst way and my trusty rabbit was calling my name.

I was gathering my stuff when Anna and Chase joined me. Anna dried off next to me and my eyes followed the towel as it caressed her petite body. She caught me looking and gave me a sweet smile. “Let’s get some lunch Sara.”

I hesitated. “I was kind of wanting to take a nap.”

She grinned. “No way! You can sleep at home. We’re on vacation.”

I could have insisted, but she was so fucking cute that any resistance I had disappeared. I followed her and Chase up the beach while my eyes kept darting from his tight ass to her cute little bubble butt. I’m surprised that I didn’t walk into a wall or something. These two were getting to me and I was torn. The last thing I needed was their blatant sexuality reminding me of what I wasn’t getting. I had decided long ago that my sex life was on indefinite hold, and I was single-mindedly focused on resisting temptation.

Things had been bad for David and me for a long time. There had been so much tragedy and sadness in our lives. He had told me a while back that I could have sex with someone else if I wanted, but I resisted the idea. I love my husband and I wasn’t so sure that he really wanted me to sleep with someone else.

This vacation was our chance to reconnect and as hard as it was to let go of the baggage that had brought us to this point, it didn’t help at all that David was working. I resented it even though I knew that it wasn’t his fault. The look of sadness on his face as he left me at my gate left no doubt in my mind that he wanted to be with me. The fact was though that he wasn’t with me, and I irrationally blamed him to a degree.

We had a nice lunch and Chase surprised us both. “Sara, would you mind keeping my amazing wife company for a while? I really need a nap.”

Well shit! I had planned on spending some quality time with my rabbit. I couldn’t very well tell them that, so I gave the only response I could. “Sure, no problem.”

Anna’s sweet face went through practically every expression in the book. When Chase announced his need for a nap, her disappointment was evident. I think she was hoping for something other than a nap to take place in their room. When he asked me to hang out with her, she perked right up and looked hopeful. When I agreed, she grinned from ear to ear. She gave her husband a kiss and whispered something in his ear. He responded with a lascivious grin before turning and walking away. I was puzzled by their interaction but chalked it up as private stuff married couples do all the time.

Chase wasn’t out of sight before she grabbed my hand. “He loves his naps. Come on! Let’s go to your room and hang out.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm. “You don’t want to go back to the beach?”

“Nah, I’ve had enough sun for now. I want to hang out with you and do the girl talk thing.”

A few minutes later we were in my suite. The room bar was stocked well and we soon had drinks in our hands. We talked and talked about everything under the sun. As the alcohol went down, the inhibitions went away, and the talk turned sexual. On one hand, I felt uncomfortably embarrassed. I was already horny and didn’t need the torture of being reminded of what I wasn’t getting. On the other hand, listening to her talk was sending a thrill through me that I hadn’t felt in years.

During the course of our conversation, she told me how she met her husband, “It was serendipity that brought us together. I was in a relationship that was falling apart. My lover wanted more than I could give her and her jealousy led to a huge argument. She yelled and screamed, then kicked me out. I was at the moving van rental place when he walked in. He had just broken up with his girlfriend and was moving out as well. We ended up sharing the cost of the van and helped each other move. We moved his stuff first and when the last box was placed in the bedroom we attacked each other. The next thing I knew I was moving my stuff into his apartment. We’ve been together ever since.”

I barely caught the last of her explanation. I was stuck on the fact that her lover had been a woman. “You had a relationship with a woman?”

She nodded. “Yeh, she was awesome and I really did care about her, but I wasn’t in love with her. I like cock too much to give it up for full-time pussy. She wanted exclusivity and I wanted adventure.”

My curiosity was definitely stirred up. “So, you swing both ways. Do you miss that side of you now that you’re married?”

She gave me a look that I wasn’t sure how to take. That look sent shivers through me. “Chase knows all about that side of me and is fine with me having an occasional woman lover. There have been more than a few times that he benefited from my bisexual nature.”

My mouth fell open. “You guys do threesomes?”

She grinned. “Yeh, and it’s so hot. I love to watch my hubby make my lovers cum. He’s really good and watching him lets me see his amazing body in action. He loves to watch me pleasure another woman, and of course, she gets both of us. Our biggest problem has been my lovers wanting things to get serious.”

She slid over next to me on the bed.

“I don’t think that would be a problem with you. You love your husband and I don’t think there is any danger of you leaving him for me.”