Lucy couldn’t get the phone call out of her mind when Pedro’s calm, commanding voice asked her, “Are you ready?” His unexpected announcement that he could visit that very afternoon sent a rush of anticipation crashing through her. Without hesitation, she called the office to announce she wouldn’t be coming back that day.
Back at her place, she took a hot shower and dabbed a hint of perfume. She turned the bedroom lights down low, just enough to set a mood without looking suspicious if James happened to walk in early from his late shift at the office. Not that she thought he would. Her dress was nothing special, just a soft, loose thing she’d throw on any night, the kind that wouldn’t make her husband suspicious. She wore nothing under it, a secret that Pedro would soon discover. Last time, they’d had sex on the couch, but tonight she wanted more than a rushed thrill; she wanted to lose herself in every moment, and the bed promised that. Those sheets could hold evidence of their passion, a risky little detail that made her pulse race even harder.
Susan’s call found her surprisingly relaxed, even though deep down she suspected it wouldn’t bring good news. And she wasn’t wrong, because Susan wanted to know her booking reference for the resort. Apparently, Mark and James were planning to leave that very afternoon, hoping to steal an extra day. That hit Lucy harder than she expected. The thought of Pedro coming over suddenly felt too risky. She shook her head, swallowing the bitter irony. Her whole perfect plan to pull James away from his supposed lover was backfiring, depriving her of the afternoon of ecstasy she was promised.
But disappointment never lingered long with Lucy. By the time she ended the call, a new plan was already unfurling. If James wanted the resort, then so would she: a different stage for her game, more dangerous, more delicious. She texted Pedro to postpone this date with instructions to meet her at the resort, where she bought him a room.
A few hours later, Lucy and James checked in at the resort, a place Lucy loved for its calm surroundings, serene beauty, and high-quality treatments. The quiet atmosphere and fresh air helped her relax, washing away the stress. At dinner, Lucy played her part, smiling at Mark’s jokes, nodding at James’s dry anecdotes, feigning ease even as her mind raced with schemes. That night, wrapped in soft sheets, she slept peacefully, ready to embrace whatever new adventures awaited her.
Lucy’s challenge was simple in theory: to find a convincing excuse to slip away unnoticed from the group to enjoy her own adventure with Pedro. In practice, it was a strategic exercise requiring patience, improvisation, and no small amount of creative misdirection.
She started, over breakfast, with the most obvious move:
“I’m thinking of booking a massage this afternoon. My neck’s killing me after that drive.”
But before she could secure her solo escape, Mark seized the idea:
“We should all do something relaxing! Ann, why don’t you go with Lucy? The boys can hit the lake.”
Ann hesitated, fork halfway to her mouth:
“Well, I don’t know…”
But Mark was already nodding for her. “It’ll be good for you. You’ve been tense lately.”
Her reluctant smile felt thin, practiced, as though she were accepting a command rather than a suggestion. Lucy forced her own, though inside she was seething. It was not the end of the world, she reminded herself, considering the long weekend ahead of them.
Later, at the spa, Lucy stretched out on her table, towel draped lightly over her body, inhaling the sharp sweetness of lemongrass mingled with something heavier, more elusive. When Ann was guided to the table beside hers, Lucy glanced over, curious despite herself.
Not conventionally beautiful, she found her too quiet, too careful, but also there was something unexpectedly appealing in her. The delicate oval of her face framed by long black hair, the soft outline of her breasts beneath the towel, the composed stillness she carried. The woman Lucy had always dismissed as dull was now making sounds that carried something unguarded, something sensual. Lucy studied her more closely, cheek pressed to the cushion. Was it just the massage loosening her, or was there a hidden fire in Ann waiting for the right spark? The thought lodged itself firmly in Lucy’s mind, unsettling in its clarity. Maybe Ann wasn’t boring at all. Maybe it was camouflage.
Later, she used Plan B during a group walk around the grounds.
“I might go for an early run tomorrow. Clear my head, see the sunrise.”
James was the first to answer, stretching with a smirk:
“How about you, Mark? You could use a bit more exercise.”
Mark perked up instantly:
“Absolutely! Count me in.”
James clapped him on the shoulder, sealing the arrangement. “Good. You’ll keep Lucy company. I’ll stick to the pool, and after that, we could all meet at the sauna.”
Ann stayed quiet, only giving the faintest shrug when Lucy glanced her way. Lucy forced a smile, though inside she wanted to groan. Another carefully laid plan hijacked.
The next morning, running burned off the sexual frustration simmering inside her. She felt alive, ready for what lay ahead. Unfortunately, Mark was there, chatting and praising James as the best colleague, friend, and boss, while also tossing in compliments for Lucy, painting her as the perfect wife.
A moment of inspiration and Lucy planned to hit the resort’s “naturist wellness zone,” a nudist area complete with secluded hot springs, pools, and saunas. She waited for an opening over lunch, discussing the resort’s amenities with a mock-casual air.
“Look at this, apparently there’s a whole area where you can just… let it all hang out. Supposedly, the steam room there is even better than the main spa.”
Mark choked on his water. Ann’s eyes widened but filled with poorly suppressed laughter.
“I think I’ll let that one pass,” Ann grinned. “I’m not quite that brave.”
Mark agreed vehemently.
All eyes turned to James. He tried for nonchalance but succeeded mostly in looking faintly appalled.
“You really want to go… like that? In front of strangers?”
Lucy grinned, leaning in.
“It’s supposed to be liberating, isn’t it? Besides, you all said I deserved some real relaxation.” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper: “No one else knows me here, after all.”
James shifted in his chair, uncertain whether to protest or pretend liberal bravado. After a moment’s awkward silence, he murmured:
“Just don’t go parading around!”
Lucy laughed and teased him, her eyes glinting with mischief:
“Oh, James, don’t worry! I’ll save the real show for someone who appreciates it.”
The next morning, after a leisurely breakfast, free from the constraints of group activities, she glided toward the nudist section, only to pivot toward Pedro’s room. As she said goodbye to James, she observed his anxiety, likely imagining her naked among others. His suppressed jealousy, as he believed his wife was about to flaunt her bare curves among men and women, her eyes tracing their naked, beautiful bodies, sparked a fierce pride in her, making her deception and forbidden adventure even more intoxicating.
Three days ago, Pedro’s voice had commanded her, “You don’t have sex until we meet again.” She’d obeyed, her mind pulsing with every hour of restraint, the anticipation driving her wild. Last night, James was in the mood, and she was aching to fuck him, but she stuck to Pedro’s rule, using only her hand, stroking him slow and tight, playing it up like it was special to keep him happy. He shot in her hand, blissed out and clueless, while she saved every drop of her fire for this moment.
Now, after a few failed attempts, victory was hers. She’d played the group, slipped into Pedro’s room, and left James wondering. She finally entered Pedro’s room and found him waiting for her. His kiss crashed into her, his tongue thrusting deep, shutting her words down. She moaned, pressing herself against the rock-hard bulge straining his jeans. He slowly removed her dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving Lucy naked and aching in the dim light of the room. Her body pulsed with desire as she locked eyes with him, his gaze burning with a hunger that made her heart pound.
With a steady, powerful motion, he swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. He told her he had been watching her from afar, captivated by her sunbathing by the pool, how sexy she looked. He described how her secret gestures had driven him wild with craving those two days. Then, without delay, he drove his dick into her, starting with a tight missionary grip, arms locking her in, fucking her slow and hard, making her moan loudly. That raw, new-relationship fire had him burning. Pedro’s hands groped her juicy tits, squeezed her ass, testing what made her cunt clench tight, what made her squirm. This wasn’t some fake-ass porn flick; it was just pure, dirty lust.
Pedro sensed Lucy’s readiness for more and escalated his game with fervor. He shifted his position slightly, slinging her legs over his shoulders, allowing his cock to thrust deeper. Each thrust pounded her sweet spot with relentless precision. Her eyes rolled back, a wail escaping her lips as waves of overwhelming pleasure surged through her, her body trembling under the intensity. Every nerve ignited, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Pedro drove into her with rougher force. In this exposed vulnerability, she felt no trace of James, no flicker of guilt or shame, only the exhilarating release of yielding wholly to Pedro’s control, being anchored to the safety of his gaze yet soaring in the untamed rush of ecstasy.
He paused, staying deep inside Lucy, moving his hips slowly up and down to tease her clit. She moaned louder, her body arching, wanting more. Pedro shifted, spinning them, and Lucy emerged on top of him, straddling his hips in the cowgirl’s fierce dominion. She took control, moving her hips fast and hard, riding him with intensity. Each movement brought stronger pleasure, her body tensing as she pushed faster. Her climax hit hard, and she let out a loud cry, shaking with pleasure as she finished, exhausted but satisfied on top of him.
The hours melted away between the tangled sheets, amid sips of rich wine and delicious treats ordered from room service, each bite and sip fueling their passion. Time blurred in the haze of their pleasure marathon, a secret world Lucy could scarcely believe she’d indulged in while her husband and friend remained blissfully oblivious. As the hour of dinner drew near, she stepped carefully from the room, her body still humming with the afterglow of not one, but several orgasms. Joining the others at the table, she carried an air of serene radiance. Mark was the first to notice her relaxed glow, crediting the nudist spa’s magic.
As the clink of glasses and soft laughter filled the air, Lucy settled into her seat, her pulse still thrumming with the thrill of her secret. The group’s chatter swirled around her, but her eyes flickered to James, his warm smile betraying no hint of suspicion. A spark of defiance ignited within her, urging her to test the boundaries of her newfound freedom in this public arena.
“I’ve let go completely. No more rules, no more pretending. I’ve embraced exactly what I wanted! It was great!” she declared.
The dinner went on with jokes and cocktails, and Lucy was surprised to find out how easy it was to fool everybody and how James took it all without blinking.
Maybe it was too easy.
