For the second time in as many days, Rebecca and Daniel found themselves walking along the far end of the beach, casually scanning the area and looking out at the ocean, maybe for comfort.

Earlier in the day, this stretch of sand had been bustling with tourists lying out on their towels next to coolers full of slowly melting ice. But by sunset, the crowd had retreated back to the resort, giving it a more intimate feel.

Rebecca pointed to an area just ahead. “There,” she said. “That’s the spot.”

Daniel nodded and fell in beside her as the two walked forward.

“This is it, right?” Daniel asked.

She turned to him, brushing hair from her face with an impatient flick, not looking as calm as she wanted to. “Uh-huh, remember this?” she said, tapping her foot against a fallen palm tree half-buried in sand.

“How could I forget?” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re still good with this, yeah?”

“I don’t know what I’m good with.” Daniel shifted his feet, letting sand fill the spaces between his toes. “I just know you’re good at talking me into things.”

She smiled crookedly. “That sounds like a yes to me.”

He let out a long breath. Deep down, he knew from the moment he left the resort what he was getting himself into.

“Do we wait for them?” he asked. “Or just…”

“They know we’re here.”

He squinted toward the tree line, trying to find the spot they’d found the night before, but nothing looked quite the same from this angle.

“You’re overthinking again,” she said. “If this feels wrong, we’ll head back.”

“I feel like we owe them.”

“I think we owe each other.”

Rebecca stepped in closer until the bottom of her dress brushed Daniel’s leg. She could smell the sunscreen on his skin, a reminder that they were far from home. To her, that meant adventure. He’d get there too, he always did, but right now she could see the fingers on his left hand twitching with nerves. She didn’t say anything about it. Just looked at him for a long second, then turned her eyes toward the open water, giving him a minute to catch up.

She’d had the same thought last night on the patio, when all she wanted to do was follow a couple who kept giving them looks.

“You see the two in the corner?” Daniel asked. He’d spotted them first.

Rebecca was focused on her callaloo and didn’t look up. “Which ones?”

“The ones who’ve been staring at us since we sat down.”

Now she lifted her eyes, just for a second. “Oh, them,” she said as if she already knew them. “They were on the same shuttle bus from the airport, remember?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, she leaned into me when she put her bag in the compartment above my seat. Her tits were practically in my face. She apologized, even rubbed my shoulder.”

“That’s a little odd.”

“Not really. She seemed nice. And she’s got great tits.”

“Well, Mrs. Great Tits and her husband have been staring at us like I was staring at the chicken masala earlier.”

“Let them, there’s no harm in looking.”

“They’ve got that weird swinger vibe. Like they’re waiting for us to make eye contact so they can hand us a room key.”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “And we’re not into that?”

“Jesus, no. We’re not into that.”

“Relax, Danny. I’m joking.” She waited for him to take a drink before adding, “Unless…”

He snorted into his water, drawing looks from other tables.

She laughed. “You’re too easy to fuck with.”

When the server cleared their plates, Daniel caught himself glancing at the couple again. He saw the man lean in and whisper something. She shrugged and nodded, then stood. They walked out past the railing toward the beach. Just before they hit the steps, the woman turned her head, found Rebecca, smiled, and kept walking.

Rebecca watched her go, then looked back at Daniel. “You saw that, right?”

“Yeah. I saw.”

She dropped her napkin on the table. “Come on.”

“Come on what?”

“Let’s see where they’re going.”

“Why do you care?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m curious.”

“Rebecca…”

“Oh, don’t pretend you’re not curious too.” She stood, slipping her sandals on. “You can either sit here and wonder, or come find out.”

He waited just long enough to make it seem like a decision, then got up. “You’re going to get us kicked out of the resort.”

She grinned. “Only if we get caught.”

They trailed the couple, keeping just inside the line of trees that bordered the sand. Rebecca walked ahead, sweeping branches out of the way, carving a path that kept them out of sight. Daniel followed, pretending he was only there to keep his wife out of trouble, though both of them knew he was just as committed as she was at this point.

The other couple stopped after coming to a bend where the shore opened up. They held each other and watched the sun slide toward the horizon.

“You satisfied, Nancy Drew?” Daniel scoffed. “All we’re doing is spying on a couple enjoying a sunset.”

He caught the disappointment on her face and wondered if he’d been too harsh.

“That look, though. Why the smile before leaving?”

“Who knows.” He reached for his wife’s hand, giving it a little tug. “Let’s head back, yeah?”

Rebecca didn’t want to go. Her intuition had been right too many times to just ignore it, but maybe this time she was off. Perhaps the smile was just an acknowledgement, the woman recognizing her from the shuttle bus and being friendly.

“Alright,” she conceded. “I’ll lead the way.”

She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when she heard Daniel’s voice.

“Holy shit!”

“What?” Rebecca asked, turning to face him.

“Shh… get down!”

The two crouched behind some brush among a cluster of palm trees.

“She just took her top off,” Daniel whispered. “You’re right, she does have great tits.”

Rebecca blushed. “Do you think they’re going to…”

Before she could finish her thought, the man dropped his shorts.

“Look at that cock.” She didn’t even realize she’d said it out loud, but her eyes stayed on him, and for a moment she envied the woman.

“Stop drooling!” Daniel said, trying to keep his voice down. That earned him a playful slap from his wife.

The woman reached for her husband's cock and began stroking him until he was hard.

“I don’t think we should be watching this,” Daniel whispered nervously.

“I do. I think this is exactly what they wanted,” Rebecca insisted.

The woman sank to her knees, moved closer and took him in her mouth.

“Holy fuck, she’s blowing him! Right here, out in the open!” Rebecca blushed, looking at Daniel in disbelief.

The man stripped off his shirt as the woman pulled her skirt free. She worked him with her lips, bobbing her head as the two undressed.

From the brush, Rebecca caught flashes of motion in the light of the setting sun. The woman moved higher on her knees while the man rested a hand on the back of her head, guiding her. Daniel felt a tinge of guilt run through him. He wanted to look away, but couldn’t.

The woman reached for her partner’s hands and lay back, pulling him down between her spreading legs.

“Oh my God,” Daniel said. “He’s going to fuck her on the beach. That’s bold.”

“Lucky girl,” Rebecca winked back at him.

The man mounted his wife as she extended her arms above her head, giving herself over to him. The crash of waves masked the sounds of the man’s body slapping into hers, but it couldn’t cover her cries.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me.” Her words broke apart between quick breaths. “Harder. Give it to me good.”

Rebecca placed her hand on Daniel’s thigh and let it sit there. What had started as a bit of mischief had taken a turn she might have imagined but never expected. She curled into her husband’s arms, and they turned their attention back to the couple.

The man sat on the trunk of a fallen palm tree. The woman lowered herself onto his lap, with her back to him. She rode him, grinding up and down. One of his hands held her waist for balance while the other cupped her breasts. She ran her hands through her hair as she rolled her head from side to side. Even from a distance, they could see he was meeting her movement, ramming himself up into her.

“They’ve done this before,” Rebecca said.

“Of course they have. They’re married.”

“No, I mean, in public, with people watching. They’re not just fucking. They’re doing it like they know they’re being watched.”

Looking back at the beach, Daniel understood what she meant. The couple kept that position for a few minutes, then moved back down to the sand. The woman was on her hands and knees now, with the side of her face pressed into the sand. Her back arched as he knelt behind her, driving his cock into her with long, deep thrusts.

"Your pussy is so sweet," the man grunted.

Her head nudged forward, and exaggerated gasps escaped her lips each time he slammed into her.

“She’s getting fucked really good,” Rebecca said, “but she’s playing it up a bit, don’t you think?”

“I think you’re right. They like to be seen.”

“I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” she kept repeating until she let out a long, drawn-out moan as her body went limp. The man pulled himself free and rolled her onto her back. He stroked himself as she encouraged him.

“Come on baby, that’s it, give me that cum, right here, all over my tits. Shoot for me… now... now.”

The man tensed up and groaned loudly as he shot a load across her chest.

“See? That right there. No need for the theatrics. They don’t do it like that in their bedroom. Guaranteed.”

“I didn’t know I married a sex critic,” Daniel teased his wife.

For a few moments, the couple stayed still, catching their breath. Then they rose together and waded into the ocean, washing the sand and sweat from their bodies.

“C’mon, now’s a good time to split,” Daniel said. “Let’s get back to the resort.”

The next morning, they were woken by a knock at the door. Daniel crawled from bed, still half-asleep, rubbing his eyes as he pulled on his boxer shorts and stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Who is it?” he called out, not expecting anyone.

“Room service,” a voice replied.

“We didn’t order any…” Daniel began as he opened the door, but the words trailed off when he saw the trays lined up in the hallway.

“Breakfast,” the resort attendant said. “From the chef’s menu. It’s the finest food we have. Compliments of one of our other guests.”

Daniel just stared at the trays, still too groggy to make sense of it. He remembered seeing that menu and the prices when they checked in. This was the kind of breakfast people put on Instagram.

“Would you like me to bring it in, sir?”

“Yeah, of course,” Daniel said, stepping aside.

The server pushed in the cart and left it by the dining table. Steam rose off covered plates, the competing smells of fresh citrus and coffee hit him at once.

“Place it in the hallway when you’re done,” the attendant said with a slight bow before leaving.

“Honey, come check this out.”

Rebecca wandered into the common area in a resort robe, her hair a mess from the night before.

“Holy shit. That’s for us?”

“Yeah,” Daniel said. “And I think I know who it’s from.”

He reached for a sealed envelope resting on a silver plate beside the coffee pot and tore it open, reading the words to himself first.

“What does it say?”

“It says, ‘Your turn tonight. Same time. Same place.’”

Rebecca took the note and stared at it for a long time before saying anything.

“I think they’re serious,” she said.

Daniel looked up from the prepaid bill. “I think they’re a two-hundred-dollar breakfast serious.”

The note stayed out all day, moving from the dining table to the dresser, to the garbage bin, then to the nightstand, as if what it said might change depending on where it was left.

By sunset, they were back on the same stretch of sand, scanning the tree line half-wondering if they were the ones being watched now.

“Eyes on me,” Rebecca said, placing her index finger under Daniel’s chin and gently guiding him back to her. “If they’re there, they’re there. Our job was to be here now. And we are.”

“So we just do this then?”

“Yeah.” She smiled and bit her lip.

Daniel took a deep breath and kissed her. It felt forced at first, but as their hands explored each other, the tension faded and their comfort took over.

“Remember how hard you fucked me last night after watching them?” she whispered. “Give it to me like that again. Let them see something they won’t forget.”