The sun crept in through the louvered shutters, casting long, lazy shadows on the whitewashed walls of the villa. As Emily woke up, it took a few seconds to shake off her 'travel fogginess'. Slowly, it all came back into focus for her. She was in the villa's bedroom on the last day of her holiday on Koh Phangan. She smiled to herself as her memories of Maya over the two previous days came flooding back.

The soft touch of Maya's hands on her skin, the gentle scent of frangipani in her hair, and the taste of her sweet lips. She could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against hers, in the heat of their passion. But with those memories also came a wave of guilt, gnawing at the edges of her pleasure. She knew she would had to confess to John, to set things right before they went home.

John was still asleep, his back rising and falling softly with each breath. She watched him for a moment, taking in his strong jawline, the sprinkle of grey in his dark hair. He was a good man, a great husband and she hated the deceit of it all.

She rolled onto her side, her dark hair fanning out on the pillow. The movement was enough to wake John up. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her directly in the eyes and smiled. The kind of smile that had first drawn her to him all those years ago.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said softly, his voice breaking through her thoughts.

'My god,' she thought to herself, 'I’ve got to resolve this. I really need to confess everything to John - and it’s needs to be soon.' She pondered the intricacies of her situation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to approach the conversation with John later in the day.

"Good morning," she replied, her voice soft. She reached out her hand to him, her fingers tracing patterns on chest.

John leaned over and kissed her softly. "Morning," he replied. "So this is our last day, huh?"

Emily sighed. "Last day. I'd almost forgotten,” she lied. She stretched, arching her back, and felt the lingering ache in her muscles. Not from a bad night's sleep, but from that wonderful ‘session' she'd had with Maya the day before. The memories of their encounter flooded back to her, making her cheeks flush. She was grateful that the lighting in the room was dim.

He reached out, tracing a finger along her collarbone. "You okay?"

Emily quickly controlled her features. "Yeah, just... just thinking about how I'm going to miss this place." She gestured vaguely around the room, her eyes lingering on the exotic flowers in the vase by the window.

John gave her a curious look, but let it slide. "We could come back, you know. No reason this has to be a one-time thing."

She smiled, grateful for his suggestion.

"I like the sound of that. Maybe next time, we could stay a bit longer."

John nodded, watching her closely. He could sense something was on her mind, but he didn't push. Instead, he changed the subject. "I was thinking we could maybe check out the local market today. You know, pick up some souvenirs, try some street food."

Emily's eyes lit up at the thought. "That sounds like a plan. I've been craving some mango sticky rice."

John laughed. "Well, today's your lucky day then. I saw a stall near the market entrance that had the most amazing looking mangoes. Plus, the lady running it had a smile that could light up the entire resort." John teased, trying to coax Emily out of her reverie.

Emily chuckled, her guilt momentarily pushed aside. "You're impossible. You know that?"

John shrugged playfully. "Just trying to make the most of our last day here. Besides, who doesn't love mangoes and a friendly smile?"

Emily's smile faded slightly as she thought about Maya's smile. It had been warm, inviting, and so much more.

Emily quickly pushed the thought away, focusing back on John. "You're right. Let's make today count."

They got ready and wondered down to the hotel’s open-air beachfront restaurant where they took their time over breakfast. The breeze carried with it the distant hum of waves crashing against the shore, a soothing melody that complemented the bird songs echoing through the trees. They ate fresh fruit, crispy pastries, and strong coffee, their conversation light and easy.

As they finished up, Emily noticed a familiar figure walking along the beach towards them. It was Maya, dressed in a flowing silk dress and a large-brimmed hat. It must be her day off as this was obviously not her usual work attire.

Emily's heart skipped a beat, her palms dampening instantly. She quickly looked away, but not before catching Maya's gaze. Maya smiled at her, a small, secretive smile that sent a shiver down Emily's spine.

John, oblivious to the silent exchange, waved at Maya. "Hey, Maya! Would you like to join us?”

Emily looked at him, panic rising. She opened her mouth to protest, but Maya beat her to it.

"Thank you, but I've got a busy morning ahead. I just wanted to say goodbye and wish you both a safe trip home." Maya's voice was warm and friendly, her eyes lingering on Emily for a moment too long.

Emily felt her cheeks grow hot, but she managed a smile. "Oh, of course. Thank you, Maya. It was... it was great meeting you. It really enjoyed that massage you treated me to the other day."

Maya's smile broadened, and she gave a slight nod, as if acknowledging a shared secret. "You too, Emily. Enjoy your last day here." Maya's eyes twinkled as she looked at Emily, before turning to John. "And you, John, take care of this one. She's special."

John smiled, patting Emily's hand. "I will. Thanks, Maya. And please say goodbye to Noon for me, won't you."

"Of course I will," Maya replied as she continued on her walk.

As Maya walked away, Emily let out a soft sigh, her fingers nervously playing with her coffee cup.

John noticed her unease. "Everything okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Emily forced a smile. "Yes, of course. Just, you know... just a touch of the ‘last day blues’."

John studied her for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah, I get it. But hey, at least we've got a whole day to soak it all in, right?" 

Emily nodded, trying to shake off the lingering tension. "Right. So, what's on the agenda after breakfast?"

John grinned. "Well, I was thinking we could start with a little swim – you’ve got your bikini on under your sundress, haven’t you? We could head off from here straight to that hidden cove I've been dying to check out. It's supposed to be amazing."

Emily's eyes lit up at the thought. "That sounds perfect. I could use a swim to wake me up fully," she said, standing up from the breakfast able. She looked out at the sea, the turquoise water sparkling under the sun, inviting her to dive in.

John led the way, walking past their villa until they reached the hidden cove. The sand was warm beneath their feet, and the sea breeze carried with it the scent of salt and sunscreen. As they approached the water, Emily slipped off her sundress, revealing a black bikini that accentuated her curves. She felt a pang of guilt, remembering Maya's hands on her body, but quickly pushed it aside. This was her husband, her partner, and she was with him now. She waited for John to turn around before diving into the water, the cool saltwater a welcome shock to her system.

They swam out to the cove, the water crystal clear and teeming with fish. The rocks formed a natural barrier, creating a private little sanctuary. Emily felt a sense of peace wash over her as she floated on her back, looking up at the sky.

John swam over to her and treaded water, looking at her with a playful grin.

"You know, I've been thinking. Maybe we should start our own little tradition. Last day of the holiday, we find a hidden cove to swim in."

Emily smiled back, splashing water at him. "I like it. It's got a nice ring to it."

They spent a few more minutes exploring the cove, their bodies close in the water, the rhythm of their movements in sync. They swam back to the shore and when they were close enough in to stand on the seafloor beneath them, John reached out and grabbed Emily's hand, pulling her close for a kiss. It was soft and tender, a reminder of their years together, their love a beacon in the ebb and flow of life.

Emily kissed him back, feeling a warmth spread through her, a warmth that wasn't just from the sun. She loved John, deeply and truly, and these moments of connection were as essential to her as the air she breathed.

They emerged from the water hand in hand, the sun drying their skin as they walked back to their villa. The path was lined with lush greenery and colourful flowers that swayed gently in the breeze, adding a vibrant backdrop to their stroll.

As they reached the villa, John suggested, "How about a quick shower and then we head to the market? I'm starting to get hungry again."

Emily grinned. "You're always hungry. But you're right, I could certainly do with rinsing off this saltwater."

They stripped out of their swimwear and stepped into the  villa’s ‘His and Hers’ showers, the villa's open-air design allowing the sea breeze to waft through, carrying with it the scent of frangipani and the distant hum of the waves.

Emily stepped under the warm shower, the water cascading over her, washing away the salt and the lingering guilt from her encounters with Maya. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the present, on the day with John.

Yet, her mind would always drift back to Maya, the way her hands had moved with such precision and care, the way her lips had tasted like sugarcane and passion fruit. She shook her head, steeling herself against the memory.

John was waiting for her in the living area when she emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped turban-style around her hair. He was dressed in a simple white linen shirt and khaki shorts, looking every bit the adventurous traveller. He turned as she entered, a smile spreading across his face.

"You look fresh," he commented, standing up to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Ready for our adventure?"

Emily smiled and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be.”

John took her hand and said, "Great. I can’t wait to sample some of that street food we’ve heard so much about."

"Give me just a second," Emily said, as she walked over to the wardrobe to pick out a casual sundress. She slipped it on, the light cotton fabric comfortable against her still-damp skin.

John watched her, his eyes lingering on her curves.

He felt a familiar spark of attraction, but there was something more, something different. A sense of curiosity that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He shook his head slightly, dismissing the thought, and focused on the present.

"So, what do you think we should try first at the market? I'm thinking of those little coconut pancakes filled with palm sugar. I've been craving them since we got here," Emily said, tying her hair back into a loose ponytail.

"I was thinking the same thing. And maybe we could grab some of those fresh mangoes. I know you've been eyeing them since we arrived," John replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Emily laughed. "Guilty as charged. I mean, how can you resist those perfectly ripe mangoes? There’s always something a little sensual about the feel of a ripe mango, don’t you think?"

John chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no?"

They headed out, the sun high in the sky, casting dappled shadows through the dense canopy of leaves overhead. The market was a riot of colours and smells, a sensory explosion that Emily loved.

They wandered through the crowded stalls, John holding her hand, their fingers entwined. The air was filled with the scent of spices, sweet fruits, and the faint whiff of exotic flowers.

John led them to a stall piled high with fresh mangoes. The vendor, a small, wrinkled woman with a broad smile, stacked them in neat pyramids. She greeted them warmly.

"You like mango? Best mango in Thailand. You try, you see," she said, offering them a slice. "No charge for try."

Emily took the proffered mango slice, her eyes widening as she bit into it. The juices exploded in her mouth, a symphony of sweet and tart, rich and refreshing. And she couldn’t help but think of Maya as those sweet juices hit the back of her mouth.

"Oh my god, John," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "This is incredible. We have to get some of these."

John nodded, smiling at the vendor. "How much for four?"

The vendor named a price that was more than fair, and John handed over the money, bagging the mangoes himself.

"Thank you," he said, bowing slightly to the old woman, who grinned and touched his arm.

"You come back," she said. "I have special treat for you."

John smiled and nodded. "We will, thank you." wondering what the hell her special treat could be!

They continued their exploration of the market, sampling various street foods and marvelling at the array of wares on offer. Emily's eyes lit up as they passed a stall laden with intricately carved wooden masks. She ran her fingers over the cool, smooth surfaces, admiring the craftsmanship.

"These are stunning," she murmured. "Look at the details on this one." She picked up a mask depicting a serene woman with flowing hair and almond-shaped eyes.

John admired it, his eyes following her fingers as they traced the delicate carvings. "It's beautiful. You should get it."

Emily looked up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. "You think so?"

John nodded. "Definitely. It's unique, and the craftsmanship is amazing."

Emily's smile broadened as she murmured, "It's perfect." She turned to the vendor, a young man with a shy smile and eager eyes. "How much?" she asked, gesturing to the mask.

The vendor named his price, and Emily nodded, handing over the money. The vendor carefully wrapped the mask in tissue paper and placed it in a sturdy paper bag.

"Thank you," Emily said, taking the bag. "I love it."

John smiled, his hand resting lightly on the small of Emily's back as they continued their journey through the market. "I'm glad you found something to take home. A memento to remind you of this amazing holiday." Of course, the irony of what he’d just said was lost on him.

Emily nudged him gently with her elbow. "You know, I think this might be the most relaxed I've felt in a long time."

John looked at her, his eyes warm and soft. "Me too. It's just... nice. To be here with you, no pressure, no deadlines. Just us and the beauty of this place. Just us two together."

Emily leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder as they walked. "I couldn't agree more,” she replied, trying to ignore those feelings of guilt that were still lingering in the back of her mind. She pushed them aside, determined to enjoy this moment with John.

They strolled leisurely, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the market, before deciding it was time to head back to the hotel to relax at their villa's private pool. The day was heating up, and the cool water was calling their names.

As they walked back, Emily felt a sense of contentment wash over her. The day had been perfect—a blend of adventure, relaxation, and togetherness. She looked up at John, his face tanned from the sun and his eyes sparkling with happiness. She knew he felt it too.

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Back at the villa, they quickly changed into their swimwear and headed out to the pool. The water was refreshing, a stark contrast to the warm air. They swam laps for a while, their bodies slicing through the water in unison.

Emily loved the feel of the water against her skin, the sun warming her back as she glided along. She turned on her back, floating on the surface, and looked up at the sky. The clouds were a puffy white against the brilliant blue, and the palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows onto the water.

John swam up beside her, treading water and looking down at her. "You look so peaceful," he said, a soft smile on his lips.

Emily smiled back at him. "I feel it. This place has a way of making you relax, doesn't it?", she replied, feeling more at ease with herself. But she still couldn't rid herself of those passionate memories from the day before with Maya. She knew that eventually she would have to confess everything to her husband and just pray that he would be understanding. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardise their marriage.

As John's gaze lingered on her, Emily felt a familiar heat rise within her, a heat that was both comforting and unsettling.

John's eyes flickered as he watched Emily, her body glistening with water and sunscreen. He reached out, his hand caressing her arm, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. "You're so beautiful, Emily," he murmured, his voice deep and husky. "Inside and out."

Emily turned her head to look at him, her eyes searching his. " John," she started, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her—guilt, desire, and a deep-seated love for her husband. She knew she couldn't keep her secret from him any longer.

John's hand moved up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a drop of water that clung to her skin. "What is it, sweetheart? You seem... preoccupied."

Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to confess. "John, I... I need to tell you something. Something that happened here, at this resort." Emily's voice was barely audible over the gentle lapping of the pool water against the tiles.

John's brow furrowed, concern etched on his face. He laid his other hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, what's wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that."

Emily swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked away, unable to meet his gaze as she confessed, "Well, I had... an encounter. With Maya."

John's hand stilled on her arm, his eyes widening in surprise. "Maya? The masseuse?" John asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching hers for an answer.

Emily nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. "Yes. It started when she was giving me my massage. She offered to... well, give me a little bit of an 'extra' if I wanted." Emily's words tumbled out in a rush, her eyes focused on a point somewhere over John's shoulder. She couldn't bear to see his reaction. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, and her breath caught as she waited for his response.

John was silent for a moment, and Emily could feel the weight of his gaze. She finally looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. She saw the surprise in his eyes, but something else as well. Something that made her heart leap—curiosity.

John's hand moved from her arm, tracing the line of her collarbone, his touch light and almost reverent.

"Maya, huh?" he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emily nodded, her eyes locked onto his. Depending on how he took this piece of bombshell news would determine whether she would feel brave enough to confess the following day's session she’d had with Maya.

"Yes, Maya," she confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming in short gasps. She waited, her body tense, for John's reaction.

John was silent for a moment longer, his gaze searching her face. Emily could see the wheels turning in his mind, the shock and surprise still evident, but also the ‘something else’ that she’d noticed before—a glint of curiosity, a spark of something unexpected.

"What did you do?" John asked, his voice low and steady. He was careful, cautious, as if treading on unstable ground.

"So, what did you do, Emily?" John repeated, his voice steady, almost calm.

Emily took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She realised that her next words could either shatter her or set them on a new path. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of anger or disgust. Instead, she saw curiosity, maybe even a hint of arousal. It gave her the courage to continue.

"I... I let her. I wanted her to touch me, John. I wanted her to... do things to me. Things I've never thought I'd ever do with another woman." Emily's voice was barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

John was silent for a moment, his hand still resting on Emily's shoulder. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his attention. She braced herself, waiting for his response, her heart pounding in her chest.

Finally, John spoke. "And... did you enjoy it?" His voice was low, almost a growl, his eyes dark with an emotion Emily couldn't quite place. It sent a shiver down her spine.

She hesitated before nodding, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes, John. I enjoyed it, it was... absolutely unbelievably amazing."

John caught his breath, and Emily could see the effect her confession was having on him. His eyes darkened, a mix of surprise and arousal swirling in their depths. He swallowed hard, his hand moving from her shoulder to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin.

"Wow, Emily. That's...that's intense."

Emily looked away, her cheeks still flushed, her nerves getting the better of her. "I know. I didn't plan for it to happen, John. But it did, and now I... I feel it’s only right that I should tell you. You deserve to know."

John's thumb moved to her chin, gently encouraging her to look at him again. His eyes were intense, his gaze penetrating. "I wish you had told me sooner, Emily. But I'm glad you're telling me now."

Emily's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of anger or disapproval.

She found none. Instead, she saw a raw, primal desire that made her catch her breath.

"You're not angry with me?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

John shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. "No, Emily. I'm not angry. I'm... well, I think I’m fascinated."

Emily's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Fascinated? By what?"

John's hand moved from her chin, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "By you. By this side of you that I've never seen before."

'Was this the appropriate time to confess that she'd also met up with Maya yesterday while he was away at the golf club,' Emily wondered to herself. 'Maybe not, better to give him more time to let it all sink in gradually. After all, yesterday's activities were so much more than that first day.' The memories of their time together were fresh and intense, far too much to divulge all at once. Emily knew that much.

John's eyes were now alight with curiosity and something more, something that made Emily breathe more easily. "I like this side of you, Emily. I like that you're exploring, that you're experiencing new things. I've always thought you were too timid in this respect."

Emily felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She hadn't expected this reaction from him, but she was grateful for it. She took a deep breath, her heart still pounding. "But, John... I feel guilty. I love you, and here I am, confessing that I... I cheated on you." Emily's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes filling with tears. She looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

John's hand moved to her chin, gently guiding her face back to him. His eyes were soft, understanding. "Hey, look at me," he said gently. "You didn't cheat on me, Emily. You explored something new, something you wanted to try. That's not… well, maybe it is… but... fuck, I just can’t find the words I need to explain what I’m trying to say!"

Emily searched his face, looking for any sign of deception. She saw none. "But... but I did something with someone else. Without you."

John nodded, acknowledging her point. "And that's okay, These things sometimes happen, Emily. And I've always thought you should spread your wings a little. You know I've always thought of you as 'my little innocent', don't you."

'My god,' thought Emily, 'he won't think I'm so innocent when he hears what I did with Mayo yesterday.'

John's hands moved to grip her shoulders, his touch firm and reassuring.

"I'm not going to lie, Emily. This is a lot to take in. But I'm also not going to deny that I find it a fucking turn on."

Emily's eyes widened in surprise. "A fucking turn on?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

John nodded, his lips brushing against hers. "Yeah, it does. The thought of you with another woman... it's so fucking arousing." He paused, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "And I want to know more. Why don't we go back inside, make ourselves comfortable and you can tell me every single detail of what you and Maya did with each other?" John suggested, his voice thick with desire.

Emily couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. John wanted to know more. He was turned on by her confession. She felt a surge of heat between her legs at the thought.

"John, are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Emily. I want to know every single little detail. What she did to you, what you did to her. I want to picture it in my mind. I want to see it all." John's voice was low and husky, his eyes dark with desire.

Emily could see in John's eyes that he meant every word. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"Alright, let's go inside then," she said, slowly climbing out of the pool. John followed suit, his eyes never leaving hers.

He grabbed two towels from the deck chair and wrapped one around Emily's shoulders before draping the other around himself.

"Lead the way," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.

Emily walked ahead of him, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves, excitement, and still a touch of guilt – but that was fading fast. She couldn't believe that this was happening, but at the same time, she was incredibly turned on by the idea.

They entered the villa, the cool air inside a stark contrast to the heat outside. Emily led John to the bedroom, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the towel around her body. She let it fall to the floor, and then slowly removed her bikini top, her eyes never leaving John's. Then, oh so slowly, she swayed her hips as she stepped out of her bikini bottom.

John watched, admiring her perfect body as she revealed her curves to him. He felt a surge of desire, unlike anything he had felt before. This was his wife, his partner, and yet, he felt like he was seeing her for the first time.

Emily lay back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "So, where do I start?"

John sat down on the bed next to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Start from the beginning. Talk me all the way through that massage. The massage where I was lying just 6 feet away from you," John said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes focused entirely on Emily. She could see the tension in his body, the anticipation written all over his face.

Emily took a deep breath, her mind racing as she tried to remember every detail. She wanted to paint a vivid picture for John, to make him feel like he was experiencing it all with her.

"Well, it started when Maya was giving me my massage. You remember Maya asked Noon to turn the background music up, right?" Emily asked, her voice soft and steady. "Well, that was just after she'd whispered to me, 'Would you like me to do a little bit of 'extra' exploring of your body? Squeeze my hand if you would like that.’ And I squeezed her hand, John. I just couldn’t resist the idea of that gorgeous young girl exploring my intimate parts," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto John's.

"And what did she do then?" John asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

"She continued massaging the small of my back, and then, her fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of my ass. I felt a shiver run through me."

John's eyes were focused on Emily's face, taking in every detail, every expression. He could see the memories playing out behind her eyes, and it turned him on even more. "And then what? What did she do?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Emily took a deep breath, her body flushing with heat as she recalled the memory.

"She whispered something else, something about how beautiful my ass was, and then she... she started to move lower. Slowly, so slowly, her fingers tracing the curve of my hip, my thigh, until they reached the apex of my legs. She ran her fingers so teasingly close to my pussy lips, so gently, giving me the chance to back out if I wanted. Then she parted my folds, and I felt her fingertip brush against my clit. Just a soft touch, but it sent shivers through me. I gasped, and she smiled, a small, secret smile." Emily's voice was low, barely above a whisper, but the intensity in her eyes was unmistakable.

John felt his cock twitch at the thought of Maya's fingers on his wife, exploring her most intimate places. He shifted on the bed, his erection growing painful under his swimming trunks.

"Did she... did she touch you more?" John asked, his voice hoarse with need. He reached out, cupping Emily's cheek, his thumb brushing against her hot skin.

Emily nodded, her eyes never leaving John's. "She slid one finger between my folds, just barely inside me. I could sense her hesitance, like she was waiting for a sign, waiting for permission."

John caught his breath, his cock throbbing at the image.

"Did you give it to her, Emily?" He leaned in, his voice a low growl, his eyes dark with desire.

Emily swallowed hard, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. She nodded, her eyes locked onto John's. "I think opening my legs wider and moaning with pleasure were all she needed from me." She paused, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. "And then she pushed her finger in deeper, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust. Then she started to move, slowly, gently, in and out, her thumb circling my clit. It felt... fucking amazing, John." Emily's voice was a low moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she recalled the sensation.

John watched as a blush crept up Emily's neck, spreading across her chest and down to her breasts. He could see her nipples hardening, and he felt his cock twitch in response.

"What did she do next?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He reached out, tracing the line of her collarbone with his fingertips, feeling her shiver under his touch.

Emily opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto John's. "She started to move faster, her fingers fucking me harder, deeper. It was such an effort to keep quiet, John. I was panting, trying to keep my moans to a whisper. And then she leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. She whispered something in my ear, something about how beautiful I was, how much she wanted me." Emily's voice was a low moan, her body squirming slightly on the bed.

John's cock was now painfully hard. He reached down and adjusted himself, trying to find some relief. He was turned on beyond belief, his wife's words painting a vivid picture in his mind.

"What did she say, Emily?" John's voice was thick with desire, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the effect recalling this for him was having on her, the way her body squirmed slightly on the bed, the soft moans that were escaping her lips.

Emily's eyes fluttered closed as she recalled Maya's whispered words.

"Well, first of all she slipped her finger out of me with a wet slurp. I whined, missing her touch already. Then she leaned down close to my ear and whispered, 'We've only about 10 minutes, 15 max, of this session left. Is there anything else you'd like me to do before the session ends? What do you say?' she asked. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, as I tried to find the perfect response. I finally whispered, ‘Do it,’ surrendering to the animalistic need that had taken over me since my first sight of Maya.”

"Do what?" John asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Finger my ass," Emily whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I actually gave her permission to finger my asshole. Maya looked down at me and whispered, 'Now, it's time for the final act, my lovely.' She poured oil over my ass and began to rub it in, her fingers trailing over my skin, making me shiver in anticipation. I could feel her finger circling my asshole, teasing it, pressing just a little bit. I tensed at first, but she just whispered, 'Relax, my lovely. Just relax,' and I did. I took a deep breath and let myself go, let myself sink into the sensation of her touch. She slipped her finger inside me, slowly, gently, and I gasped at the sudden fullness. 'Relax,' she whispered again, her voice soothing and reassuring. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, my body adjusting to the intrusion. She moved her finger slowly in and out, adding more oil, her touch measured and deliberate. I could feel every inch of her finger inside me.

"Did she make you cum?" John asked.

"No," Emily smiled to herself at the recollection. "Do you remember you came through the curtain when your massage with Noon had finished?"

"Yes," John replied with a confused look on his face. "Why?"

"Because I was right on the verge of cumming right at that point but your interruption was enough to stop it just like that!" Emily said with a click of her fingers. "She still had her finger deep in my ass under the sheet as you walked past me. You just had no idea."

"Oh, so she hasn't actually made you cum yet, then?" John asked.

Emily realised this was the moment she'd have to decide whether to confess to her second meeting with Maya, the next day.

She knew John's reaction to the first encounter was positive, but how would he take it if she told him they'd met again in Maya's room, and this time, they'd actually fucked each other passionately? Her mind raced, but she decided, fuck it! Confess everything now, get it all out in one go. It might be too much for him, but she owed him the truth.

"John, there's more, and you might not like it," Emily said with a sigh, her green eyes meeting his deep blue ones. “I had another, longer encounter with Maya yesterday.”

John's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean another encounter?"

"After you left for the golf club, I met Maya in her room. I wanted her to make me cum, John. I wanted her to fuck me. And I wanted to fuck her."

John's jaw dropped, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "You...you... you are a little sly one, aren't you," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Okay, keep going. I want to know every fucking detail. And when you've finished, I think I’m going to enjoy fucking you."

Emily took a deep breath, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, but she also knew that she couldn't keep this secret from John any longer.

"Okay – so I got a written message from her at breakfast, our waitress gave it to me with the tab. It was written on a piece of paper and just said 'Room 26 - 11:30am – M.   xx'," Emily explained. "I knew exactly what it meant. So, I went to her room at 11:30, she let me in and we made passionate love for the next couple of hours or so. It was fucking amazing, John. We tried every position you can think of and then some. We licked, sucked, fucked, and fucked some more."

Emily's voice was a low growl, her eyes never leaving John's as she revealed the intimate details of her encounter with Maya. She could see the effect her words were having on John, the way his body was reacting to her confession.

She leaned towards him and reached for his cock, which was eager to be released.

"Is this turning you on, John? The thought of me with another woman? The thought of me fucking her, fucking her hard?" Emily asked, her voice dripping with desire as she slowly pulled down his trunks, revealing his rock hard cock.

John groaned as his cock sprang free, his hips thrusting forward slightly, eager for her touch. "Fuck, yes," he growled. "The thought of you with another woman, another fucking hot woman... it's making me so fucking hard, Emily."

Emily wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, her eyes locked onto his. "So, what would you like me to do now, John?" Emily asked, her voice a low purr as she continued to stroke his cock, her hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. She knew what she wanted to do, but she wanted him to guide her, to tell her exactly what he wanted from her.

"I think you know what I'd like you to do, you little tease!" John growled, his eyes locked onto Emily's, his hand fisting her hair. He pulled her head down, forcing her to take his cock deep into her mouth with a groan.

"Suck it, Emily. Suck my fucking cock," he commanded, his voice thick with lust.

Emily moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as she took him deep. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he dominated her. She sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head up and down.

John groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her mouth.

Emily took him deeper, her nose pressing against his abdomen. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, mascara smudging down her cheeks.

"That's it, baby. Take it all," he grunted, his hand tightening in her hair. "Show me what a good little slut you are."

Emily moaned around his cock, these new filthy words sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. It was so different from the way he usually was with her. This was so raw and primal.

Emily felt a surge of heat between her legs at the thought of John watching her with another woman, at the thought of him calling her a slut. She sucked him harder, her head bobbing up and down, her saliva dripping down his shaft.

"That's right, Emily," he growled. "Take it all. Show me what that dirty little mouth can do."

Emily's eyes watered as she took his entire length. She gagged slightly, but she didn't stop. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat.

John groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her mouth with slow, deep strokes.

"Fuck, Emily. Look at you, you're a changed woman. I like it," John growled, his voice thick with lust. He watched as Emily continued to suck him, her eyes watering, her mascara running down her cheeks. He loved seeing her like this, dirty and desperate.

He reached down and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. He pinched them, just hard enough to make her gasp around his cock. "You like that, don't you?" he growled.

Emily nodded slightly. She could sense that he was nearing his climax, and the thought sent a wave of heat coursing through her. She wanted him to cum, wanted to feel his hot seed spilling down her throat. She quickened her pace, taking him deeper, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she worked him with her mouth.

John groaned. He could feel the familiar tingling sensation starting at the base of his spine, spreading outwards. He thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth harder, his grip on her hair tightening.

"You're going to make me cum. I can feel it." He groaned, his hips thrusting harder, fucking her mouth with quick, short strokes.

Emily moaned. She could feel his cock swell even more, the veins standing out as he neared his climax.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" John groaned, as he released himself into Emily's mouth. He held her head still, his cock buried deep in her throat, as he shot his load, his body convulsing with pleasure. He kept his grip on her hair tight, guiding her head back and forth, milking every last drop of cum from his cock.

Emily gagged slightly as John came, but she didn't stop. She took every fucking drop of his cum, her throat working around his cock, swallowing it all down. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he fucked her mouth so roughly. She felt so damn dirty and used, and she found it such a fucking turn on.

John took a step back, his eyes raking over her body, appreciating the sight of her on her knees, his cum dripping from her mouth. "Fuck, Emily. You look so fucking hot like that."

Emily's body was on fire with lust. She was so turned on that she thought she might cum just from his words alone. She licked her lips, tasting his cum, and let out a soft moan. "I need you to make me cum, John," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel you inside me."

John smirked, his cock limp, still dripping cum. "Get on the bed, Emily. On all fours." His voice was commanding, and Emily obeyed without hesitation. She crawled onto the bed, her ass in the air, her pussy lips glistening with her arousal.

John walked around the bed, admiring the view from behind. He slapped her ass cheek, hard, and Emily jerked but didn't cry out. "You look fucking incredible," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

He stepped closer, his hand gripping her other ass cheek, squeezing hard. "So, I didn't realise you liked having your ass played with. That's something Maya has introduced you to, is it?" John's voice was a low rumble, his hands massaging Emily's ass, his touch firm and possessive.

Emily nodded, a shiver running down her spine at the memory. "Yes, she fucked my ass every way imaginable. It was incredible, John. And I fucked hers too."

"Did you now?" John said, an idea forming in his mind. He continued to massage Emily's ass, his touch firm and possessive. "Do you know if she's at work today? It looked to me as though it could be her day off when we saw her at breakfast, didn’t it?" John asked. "If she's free, do you think she'd be up to giving you a farewell session?" he added, his hands continuing to massage Emily's ass, his touch growing more aggressive with every passing moment.

Emily let out a soft moan, her body squirming under John's touch. "I don't know, John. But the thought of it... the thought of both of us fucking each other... in front of you... it's driving me insane."

John's cock twitched at the thought. The thought of watching Maya touch his wife, of seeing Emily's body writhe with pleasure at the hands of another woman, was so incredibly arousing. It was a fantasy that had often crossed his mind, but he had never expected it to be a reality. And yet, here it was, presented to him by his own wife.

"Well, why don't you ask her?" John said, his voice low and husky. He could feel his cock stirring again at the mere thought. "Maybe she'd be interested. It could be a little going away present for our trip, so to speak."

Emily turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "You...you're okay with that? You want to watch me with her?"

John nodded, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Hell yeah, I'm okay with that. And fuck, do I want to watch you with her. The thought of seeing you two together... it's making me so fucking hard again. Do you have her number? Why not give her a call now?" John said. "Ask her if she's free. Explain that you've confessed all to me and  that it’s made me as horny as shit. See if she wants to come over."

Emily hesitated for a moment, then reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Maya's number. She took a deep breath and then hit call.

Maya picked up on the third ring. "Hello, Emily?" her voice was smooth and seductive.

"Hi Maya, it's me. Listen, I was wondering if you were free today. My husband and I have a... proposition for you. I've told him all about our relationship and he's being really supportive about it." Emily's voice was a low purr, her eyes locked onto John's as she spoke into the phone.

Maya's voice was a low murmur on the other end of the line. "Oh, really? And what might this proposition be?"

Emily's cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at John, saw the hunger and anticipation in his eyes. She took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "John wants to watch us together. He wants to watch you and I... fuck each other."

There was a pause, and then Maya's voice was a low growl. "Is that so? And how do you feel about that, Emily?" Maya asked. Emily could picture her, a smirk on her face, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I... I want it. I'd love you to fuck me while he watches," Emily admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her pussy clenching at the thought, her body already aching for Maya's touch.

John watched as Emily's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He could see the desire in her face, the need.

Maya's voice was a low growl in her ear. "Let's do this. Sounds as though it could be a lot of fun!" Her voice was a low purr, her words laced with innuendo.

"Yes, it will be," Emily said, her voice low and husky. "So, could you come round soon?"

"How about now? Is that soon enough for you?" Maya said, with a sultry purr.

"Yes, that's perfect. Come over now. We're in Villa 3," Emily excitedly said.

"Oh, one of those fancy beach facing villas. Yes, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Don't you dare start without me," Maya teased, before hanging up.

Emily looked at John, his eyes wide with anticipation. "She'll be here in about 15 minutes."

"Wow, 15 minutes - that's perfect," John said, a grin spreading across his face. "You know what, Emily? Let's make the room perfect for her. You know - candles, diffusers, etc," John suggested.

Emily nodded and immediately got to work. She lit a few candles and placed them around the room, the soft glow casting a warm ambiance. She grabbed the diffuser from the bathroom and filled it with a few drops of lavender oil, then placed it strategically on the dresser. She turned on some soft, sensual music on the in-house music system, letting the melodic tunes fill the room.

John watched her, admiring her confident strides as she prepared the room. He couldn't believe how much he was looking forward to this encounter.

Suddenly, another thought came into John's mind. "And you must put on your sexiest lingerie.”

“Which do you think is sexiest - the black set, or the white or red set?", Emily asked.

"Definitely go for the black set, it always makes your tits look fucking incredible,” John replied.

Emily smiled and went to the wardrobe, pulling out the black lace underwear that John had bought her for Valentine's Day. She slipped it on, admiring her reflection in the mirror. The lace clung to her curves perfectly, accentuating her voluptuous body. She turned to John, a smirk on her face and asked,  "How do I look?"

John's eyes widened as he took her in. "Fucking amazing, Emily. You look so fucking sexy in that," he growled.

Then, suddenly Emily looked panicked, "And you John - you must put something on. You can't be standing there stark naked when she arrives. Quick," she said with a touch of panic in her voice.

John nodded and quickly grabbed his swimming shorts, pulling them on just as the doorbell rang.

Emily's heart leapt into her throat as she looked at John, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of trepidation as she walked to the door.

She took a deep breath and opened it with a beaming smile on her face.