This is the second installment of Melissa's Journey. It stands alone, but for some additional context, you can read Melissa's Journey: A Big First Step.
Melissa, known to her friends as Mel, was 43, but she looked younger. For a few years she had been on a journey to explore her sexual desires, fantasies, and interests. About five months earlier, she took the first step to actualize her restored sexual adventurousness by seducing (or perhaps being seduced by) a recent high school graduate and friend of her son. That episode definitely lit a fire under Mel's sex life with her husband, Greg, who fully supported her self-exploration.
The couple had always enjoyed play times when Mel would recount stories of some sexual escapade from her teenage and college years, when Mel was a bit promiscuous. One night Mel was sharing a story Greg knew well about three trips she took with her college roommate to the Bahamas. Her roommate's mother was in the travel industry and could arrange for long weekend trips to a fun hotel-casino on the beach, usually with complimentary food and drink, for very little cost. Before their first trip, Mel's roommate told her about a secret, secluded place the "pit bosses," the supervisors who wore tuxedos and oversaw the gambling activities, would invite women for what today would be called "hook ups." The idea was to sit at a blackjack table and flirt with a pit boss, and if things worked out, he would invite you for a walk to a place they called the "Secret Garden." The visit almost always ended up with some kind of quickie sex.
Mel and her roommate took three trips to the casino, and Mel was invited to the Secret Garden each time. The first two invitations were from the same pit boss, who was about 35 with a British accent, but he transferred to a different casino, and Mel's third invitation was from a very handsome pit boss who was closer to 50, about the same age as Mel's father at the time. Her husband knew the details well, because Mel had recounted the stories many times over their years together. He knew that the first time, Mel went down on the pit boss and swallowed a huge load of cum. She also gave head on the second and third visits, but ended up getting fucked too, once standing up facing the ocean and once on a chaise lounge. This particular night they were role playing Mel's second visit, when the 35-year old Brit took Mel from behind as she leaned on a railing and had a beautiful ocean view. Greg always got turned on when Mel described how much she liked "getting screwed and called a 'little fucking slut' by a guy who sounded like James Bond."
As always, their pillow talk led to intense sex, and Mel had two powerful orgasms. As they laid together in the afterglow, Greg wondered if the "Secret Garden" was still a thing." Mel said she hoped so, and their banter led Greg to suggest they plan a long weekend to the Bahamas so Mel could find out. When Mel realized he was serious, she and Greg indulged in a new fantasy and role play about Mel visiting the Secret Garden again that ended up with Greg recovering his erection and coming on Mel's tits and neck as she told him how much she wanted to go back to the Secret Garden. Before he fell asleep, Greg told Mel he would investigate the hotel-casino and plan a trip if it was still in business. The thought of visiting again made Mel's skin tingle.
A few days later, Greg told Mel that the hotel-casino was still in business, although its website showed it had expanded into a full-fledged resort over the years. Laying in bed, he asked if Mel wanted to book a long-weekend trip to "return to the scene of the crime." She didn't answer directly, but the faraway look in her eyes and the way she rubbed her body against him answered the question. "I'll take that as a yes," Greg whispered as Mel's hand slid inside his sleep pants and grasped his erection. Mel slid down to take him in her mouth, imagining herself back in the Secret Garden, as Greg narrated how the pit bosses knew from experience that Mel and her roommate were "horny sluts looking for new cocks to suck and fuck." Mel could only moan and devour Greg because his words recreated the atmosphere she remembered and resonated deep inside her. Their lovemaking was urgent and unromantic, with a focus on physical satisfaction, and Mel came hard not long after her husband climbed on top and fucked her hard.
As they lay together fully spent, with Greg still on top of her, Mel kissed his neck and said "I guess that is a yes." Greg lifted his head and kissed his wife deeply, pressing his tongue into Mel's open mouth.
"You are so fucking hot," he told her. Greg rolled off and pulled Mel to him. He held her tight until he fell asleep. Mel usually got out of bed after sex to clean up, but she indulged her husband and quickly fell asleep with his seed leaking from her.
A few weeks later, Mel and Greg boarded a Thursday afternoon flight to the Bahamas, checked in, and had dinner at a romantic beachfront restaurant. After a moonlit walk on the beach, they briefly went to the casino. It was bigger and different than Mel remembered. Walking around, Mel felt the energy of the room and took in how the gaming tables were laid out. She also surveyed the good-looking pit bosses wearing tuxes and watching the goings on. Seeing them brought back memories of her prior visits, and she also wondered if any of the men she saw would be overseeing the table where she might sit. After a night cap, she and Greg headed to bed.
On Friday, Mel woke early and was anxious to enjoy a light breakfast and get to the beach to work on her tan. She had spent time over the past two weeks getting some sun, but there was nothing like the strong Caribbean sun to turn her skin bronze. At the beach, Mel noticed several men enjoying the view of her body in a revealing red bikini. In the islands, she was not especially careful with her bikini top as she rolled over and adjusted her positions. Greg counted at least six times a breast was easily visible from one side or the other, including twice when both tits were briefly on display. Each time Mel flashed the other beach goers, she gave Greg a smile, letting him know it was all intentional.
On an afternoon walk down the beach, they talked about how she might find out if the Secret Garden still existed. Greg then asked the million-dollar question: "And if you get invited, do you still want to go?" The question alone made Mel shudder, because of what "going to the Secret Garden" surely meant. She first tried to avoid answering by saying she probably would not get invited anyway, but both she and Greg knew differently. Greg sensed Mel's nervousness and he stopped at a quiet section of the beach to embrace her from behind as they faced the calm blue waters of the Caribbean.
Feeling safe in her husband's embrace, Mel whispered, "I do want to go." Neither of them said anything for a few minutes as Mel trembled and Greg held her tightly. They talked through a plan to go to the casino the next night and have Mel sit at either the first or last seat at a table, both of which were near "the pit." Greg would sit at a neighboring table, and, as he put it, "we'll see what happens." Mel found it very erotic how casually they were discussing the possibility of her having sex with a stranger.
When they returned to their beach lounge chairs, Mel immediately ordered a pina colada and forced herself to relax. After another romantic dinner, they walked the casino again, and Mel noticed two pit bosses she found particularly attractive. She knew she would probably have to sit wherever there were open seats; still she hoped the table would be by one of those good-looking men. All day Saturday, Mel could not shake a tinge of nervousness as she spent more time on the beach. For a moment she wondered if that meant she was being ridiculous and should call everything off; but ultimately, she identified the feeling as nervous anticipation, a true blast from her promiscuous past, and it was a feeling she had been longing to feel again.
Mel and Greg ordered an early dinner from room service as they planned to go to the casino before it got too crowded. Mel put on a tropical print scoop neck halter dress that she brought along especially for the occasion. It flattered her figure and was the dress was long fringe from mid-thigh down, so it also showed off her legs when she sat. Mel also knew that if she moved certain ways, the halter dress could easily expose the side of her breast. She considered a light blue thong but decided to go with nothing under the dress. The dress was one of Greg's favorites, and he showered her with compliments until it was time to go.
There was a nervous energy in the air as they rode the elevator down and went into the casino. About ten minutes after they arrived, Mel gestured toward a table with the first seat open and nodded to an adjacent table with two open seats. She looked at Greg, squeezed his hand, and said, "I guess it's time."
