For the first time in several years, my wife Carrie and I went on vacation. It was great getting away from the grind, but the best part was leaving the muggy and cloudy east coast metropolis for the sunny open beach here in San Diego.
Carrie and I had gotten into a bit of a rut in the bedroom lately, so we thought this may be an opportunity to explore our horizons and stir things up a little bit. I wasn't really sure how to approach this, but there were a few things floating around in my mind... Bad, bad, bad ideas... I told her that I wanted us to push boundaries, to explore different thoughts. To be naughty. To ignore some things that would normally bother us (or piss us off).
Initially, she didn't seem to be up for anything exciting. After she explained that it was because she was uncomfortable about her body, then I got all self-conscious too. Fuck it, no one knows us, and no one will remember us. Hell, if they don't like what we're doing, they can go away. They can talk shit, but we can't hear it when we are in different states.
So last night was my first attempt. She refused to go to a strip club with me, saying she could not stand the thought of me getting a lap dance, or another woman's barely clothed ass rubbing all over on my dick. I guess I could see her point, but this was a special occasion – one to where we could let things like that slide. She also stopped me from calling the male escort service when I tried to get her some hunk for a private show. Neither of us have perfect bodies, but this was her chance to get one to herself. Oh well, her loss. Gotta try again.
Later that evening, I got something together that I had been scheming over for a bit. We were out clubbing, and for once, it was me on the prowl for "the perfect guy." Well, that's a bit too far – not Mr. Right, but just Mr. Right Now would work. Decent enough in the looks department, and a good enough body for me to assume that he had plenty of experience in the woman-pleasing department.
Finally finding the right one, I cornered him by the wall just beyond one of the bars at the club. I asked "Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?"
He kind of looked at me funny, but said "Sure dude, what's up?"
"Man, this is awkward... Ummm... OK, look, this is really weird for me, but I have a very personal question for you. No, I am NOT gay, and I am NOT hitting on you. My wife is over by the bar, and I am looking to kind of surprise her. I was wondering if you could help me out with something really private."
He looked really uncomfortable, was shifting on his feet, and had a worried look on his face.
"Hey, calm down a bit. I'm really nervous talking to you, please give me the benefit of the doubt. I have never done this before, and it's a huge deal. Please bear with me."
"Umm, OK." he responded
"Here's the deal" I said, "I am trying to get my wife a surprise. My plan is to really shock her, and I want you to help me. Are you up for a little fun?"
With a little grin, he nodded. "So how do I fit into your devious little plan?"
Relieved, my initial anxiety vanished, but then my nervousness about this plan went through the roof.
"I'm mainly trying to surprise her, plus the 'danger' factor."
As he nodded in agreement, I outlined my plan. He listened intently, with a grin that grew as I talked. He had a few suggestions to my idea, and within a few minutes we had a plan put together. The timing and general actions agreed upon, but many specifics were not known because the situation would dictate what would work.
I re-joined Carrie at the table where she was sipping a drink waiting for me. She seemed upset that I was gone so long, but ignoring her was easy since my mind was going over "the plan" for later. Following the plan, over the course of the next hour we got a few beers for me and several 'loaded' drinks to loosen her up.
Whispering to her about a plan of mine for later that night in our room, I was able to get her to promise to remove her panties on her next restroom trip. She said she was about ready to head up to the room anyway, so it wasn't that big of a deal for her. From the way she was walking and talking, it was clear that now would be a good time to start working the plan.
When she left to use the restroom (and remove clothing), my new buddy stopped by for a quick status check, then went to get himself into position. I met my wife on her way out, and I could tell that she was now naked under her skirt. Her facial expression told me how it was affecting her. Perfect!
We settled our tab, and she was upset to see that I had got us each another drink while she was gone. I sure needed one, and we both got a strong one. Even though she was already getting drunk, I made her pound it. She made a face saying that it was the last one. I giggled a bit in my head – but that made me feel better, thinking I was drunk enough to easily do what was coming up.
A quick panic attack, I realized that I never did get this guy's name, but it wasn't like it mattered, he was just a random participant that we were using. Whoever he was, I saw him over in the back corner, sitting at a table in the dark. He made a point of ignoring me, which was fine. Every other table in the area was filled, and I steered us over there, looking for some place to finish off my drink before we left.
He indicated it was not a problem, so we sat and made small talk. Acting smashed, my words were slurred, and I seemed to focus more on looking at my drink than at her. Since I was nursing my drink, he had a full drink, and Carrie was drink-less, he called the waitress over, and said "another drink for the lovely lady here."
Carrie blushed, but didn't turn it down. They were spending more time talking to each other than to me. She can be a bit of a flirt, and has always been a people person, and I'm usually withdrawn, so there was no problem with her talking him up. The table was small, so our hands were always close together, I saw that he frequent brushed her hand while reaching for his drink. Before long, she stopped moving her hand away from his. I wasn't trying to get him to take her home, just to relax her a bit.
OK, now was the time, she was feeling less reserved and comfortable. I made a signal to him, and he made some comment about being "back in a bit" and left. I seemingly made a recovery and could function properly again, and started talking to Carrie again. We talked about a few random things, and I kept moving closer to her. There were no chairs at our table, so this didn't much effort.
