A few years back, I was on vacation with my husband at an all-inclusive, adults-only resort in Jamaica. This was our first time at an all-adult resort, and to be honest, I really didn't know what to expect. My husband and I are not swingers, and I was a bit concerned about what the "adult" part of the resort meant. All I wanted was a peaceful, warm week on the beach with my husband and a good book.
When we arrived, I was relieved to see that there were no couples having sex everywhere. What I was most thrilled to see was that the beautiful pools were not polluted with screaming kids. Yes, this was going to be a quiet and peaceful vacation.
The beaches were beautiful, and tops were optional, as my husband quickly pointed out. I have always been on the shy side, so that first day on the beach, I refused to remove my top, despite my husband's nagging. Of course, he seemed to enjoy the sites while I sat in the sun and read my book.
The second day there, I gave in to my husband's childish pestering and agreed to remove my top only if we located to a more secluded area. He agreed, but as the afternoon wore on, more couples arrived, and it wasn't so secluded. By now I was comfortable with going topless, and it wasn't an issue for the rest of the week. Besides, it wasn't like I was running along the water's edge topless; I was just sitting and reading my book. I know my husband had Baywatch fantasies, but that isn't me.
Things were going well until our fourth night, when my husband and I had a big fight. He had been ogling women on the beach all week, and it was beginning to annoy me. That night we went to the resort nightclub, and he proceeded to get drunk and flirt with any woman that looked his way. There was one hot young brunette in particular that caught his eye at the club as well as at the beach. She was with an older man, and my husband made it quite obvious that he had the hots for her.
I knew he was drunk, but that was still no excuse for his behavior. I felt disrespected and hurt. It stirred up thoughts of how he must behave when traveling on business. I know he cheats when he travels, and it's always been a sensitive topic for me. If this is how he behaved when I was with him, I can't imagine what he is like when alone.
I tried to contain my anger, as I didn't want to ruin our vacation, but it finally erupted when we returned to the room. My volatile side lashed out at him, and he got an earful. I was pissed.
Of course, his response was to ignore me and pass out drunk on the bed, which made me even angrier. I couldn't even bear to look at him, that's how furious I was.
It was after 2 a.m., and I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep as I was still very upset. I needed to calm down and unwind if I was going to get any sleep that night.
A nice soak in one of the hot tubs was just what I needed. The resort was gated and very safe, so I felt comfortable leaving my room even if it was so late. I changed into my bathing suit and cover, grabbed my book, and headed to the hot tub.
It was a beautiful, warm, and peaceful night. The hot tub area was dimly lit and deserted. I removed my bathing suit cover and slipped into the warm, relaxing water. I quickly lost myself in my book as I enjoyed the tranquility of this calm night.
I had lost track of time when I was disturbed out of my peaceful trance by a deep male voice coming from behind me.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?"
He startled me, and I jerked my head back to see who it was.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said.
My eyes focused, and there stood the couple from the club. Oh great! Just what I need: a young, hot trophy wife to remind me of my lustful cheating husband.
The man was well over six feet tall and had that mature and successful appearance. He looked to be in his early fifties, fit-looking, and with a day's growth on his rather attractive face. He looked to be wearing swim shorts and a tight-fitting tee shirt that accentuated his muscular chest. I noticed he was holding a bottle of rum and two glasses in his hand.
"Oh, no, that's fine... Yes, it is a nice night," I blurted, surprised to see anyone at that time of the night.
"Is it OK if we climb in?" He gestured, placing his bottle and glasses at the edge of the tub, and then pulled off his shirt before I could even respond.
He held his wife's hand as she removed her bikini cover and helped her into the hot tub. She looked like a Sports Illustrated model. Tall, without a trace of fat, and with a figure to die for. She was also about twenty years younger than me and her husband, for that matter. To say I felt inadequate is an understatement.
"Yeah, sure... I was just leaving anyway," I responded, feeling a bit uncomfortable being in a hot tub with this sexy-looking couple. They probably didn't want me hanging around.
They slid into the tub opposite me.
"Oh, that feels wonderful," she gasped.
"Please don't leave on our account." The young lady spoke, sensing my apprehension.
I sat still, assessing the situation, debating with myself whether I should leave now or give them a couple of minutes. They were a very attractive couple and seemed quite pleasant.
"I'm Frank, and this is my wife, Michelle," he said.
"April," I replied with a nod.
"Nice to meet you, April... I saw you and your husband at the club earlier. Did you lose him?" She smiled.
Her question caught me off-guard. "Oh, I wish I did... he's passed out drunk in bed," I responded, with a chuckle.
