It had been almost two years of everyone being couped up at home due to COVID19 so Steve and I were very excited to be taking a little time away for a holiday and travelling to an exotic destination.
The past two years had taken our predictable domestic life to an all-new level of mundane, Steve and I went from boring sex to dead sex. We had been dating since our early twenties and had been married for 5 years, he was my first and I never knew what else the world had to offer until that one fateful night when by friend Macy and her new boyfriend Ben. We had all had a little bit too much to drink and while my husband Steve and Macy were sleep. I found Ben also wondering around in the garden, like me he could not fall asleep so after he had run out of sheep to count he decided to take a walk outside.
Ben and I sat on a tree trunk and without any warning, he's hands were up my nightdress and he was caressing my inner thigh's, he heat of he's hands and the firmness of he's touch was a completely new sensation that I had never felt before. He was brazen and pulled he's cock out and while this excited me, it also scared me and I walked away back to my bed where Steve lay fast asleep. The way I felt with he's hand all over my body and with the prospect of he's cock in me always left me wondering what would have happened if I let him in.
Back to reality and we were on our holiday, Ben and I sat at the pool being served cocktails and all our needs being attended to in our luxury abode. It was a moderately hot day and I wore my newest bikini which showed a little more than I was comfortable showing but made me feel like a goddess especially with all the attention and looks that I was getting. Ben was wearing knee high shorts, an exercise t-shirt and sox on the sun bed and he was layered in enough sunscreen to prevent ice cream from melting in the oven.
I dosed off for a little while and when I awoke, I heard Ben speaking to one of the fitness instructors who worked at the gym adjacent to the pool. I had seen this gym instructor at work over the past few days with several ladies, he always got a little bit too close and seemed to spend particularly attention helping he's female patrons stretch after their workouts. On the days that I went to the gym, I noticed that he was a very demanding trainer and always insisted that he's client were pushed out of their comfort zone and off course when he was stretching them he did the same. I was wearing dark sunglasses which concealed the direction of my eyes and gave me an excellent opportunity to have a good look at him. He was tall, dark skinned and he's body held he's muscles well. He's skin glistened from the small beads of sweat in response to the heat. He's clothes fitted him to perfection; he wore tight fitting shorts that were mid way up he's thighs and a tight fitting vest that accentuated he's chest and abs. He looked like a man designed only for battle.
For a long while I focused my attention on the bulge beneath he's tight fitting shorts and wondered what secret all the other ladies that he trained knew about him. My glasses clearly were not that dark because he turned he's attention to me and asked whether I was interested in a session with him. This caught me completely off guard and send my mind into a state, a session of what I wondered deep inside of me.
I got myself together and like a lady politely looked at him and declined. "What a pity" He said, with a mischievous grim on he's face. He turned back and continued he's conversation with Ben and I was left to wonder for the rest of the afternoon what he meant by offering me a session.
