Years ago, on a vacation in the Caribbean, my wife and I made a drunken mistake. We talked a lot about it. We got vulnerable. We opened up to each other. We got closer. So, we ended up making a pact. The kind of pact that allowed us to make that kind of mistake again. We agreed that anything and everything that happens on vacation stays on vacation.
Chapter One: Fifty Shades of Blue
When I came home and told my wife Daphne that I booked us a week long vacation in Mexico, she almost fainted with excitement. She jumped into my arms and started talking a mile a minute. "I need to get new clothes, and new books, and new sunglasses, and a new swimsuit, and oh my God. Mexico?"
"Yep."
She squealed with the kind of adorable frantic excited energy I expected from her, but never tired of. She spent the next full week preparing for our trip. It would be our first ever kid-free getaway, so she was nervous to leave but excited to relax under the sun. While I prepared our kids for a week with their grandmother, Daphne went shopping and bought a new bikini and a couple new sundresses and, of course, a dozen new books, because above all else, my wife was a voracious reader.
By the time we got on the plane she couldn't wait anymore. She cracked open her first of the six books she had decided to bring with her and finished it before we even landed.
"Are you just going to read the whole trip?" I asked her.
"No. I'm going to do whatever the hell I want the whole trip."
And she did. She wasted no time getting us drinks from the bar while I checked us into the resort and got our room keys. Our room overlooked the ocean. It had a hot tub on the balcony and six different kinds of tequila in a dispenser on the wall. The room was massive but all Daphne wanted to do was "have a drink by the pool and read my book."
So, we put our stuff away and changed into our swimsuits. I never missed an opportunity to check my wife out when she changed clothes. She put on her new bikini and I admired the shape of her. The curve of her hips, her thick smooth thighs, the tone of her skin, the way her blonde hair fell down over her perfect back. Somehow, she was even sexier after having two kids, like her body had developed this alluring natural glow. A magnetic radiance. I wanted her right then and there but before I even had a chance to make a move, she had a book in her hand, a hat on her head, and a hand on the doorknob. "Ready?"
We spent the rest of that afternoon down by the pool, drinking cocktails, ordering random appetizers, swimming, and reading. Daphne finished another book and pulled a third out of her big beach bag.
"Another one?" I asked her.
"Mmhmm," she said.
I was happy to swim while she read. God knows we both needed time to relax. Time to ourselves. Time to just let the sun melt away our stress. And I was happy to watch her read from the pool, her oiled skin glistening in the sun.
She turned over onto her stomach and I got to enjoy my favorite view of all: her beautiful ass in a pair of black cheeky bikini bottoms. There was nothing I loved more than watching my cock disappear between those cheeks. If the resort wouldn't immediately kick us out for it, I would fuck her right there next to the pool. I wondered if that fell into the territory of our pact.
Just the thought of fucking her got me hard.
But I was in a pool. In swim trunks. So, getting out suddenly became a problem.
Which was exactly when she turned back over, sat up, and said, "Hey, I'm gonna go back to the room and get ready for dinner."
"Okay, I'm gonna hang out here for a little while longer."
"Okay. You need anything before I go?"
"A kiss."
She giggled and bent over to kiss me before I got the privilege of watching her walk away. Which was enough to ensure I'd be trapped in that pool for another thirty minutes.
By the time I got back to our room I was a little tipsy from all the piña coladas. Daphne was already showered, dressed, and ready for dinner when I walked in. She sat in the corner of the room on the big comfy armchair reading her book with a glass of wine in her hand, wearing a beautiful light blue sundress that complimented every facet of her body and her face. Light from the setting Mexican sun shined through the balcony onto her, amplifying the glow of her. Her bright blue eyes sparkling as they darted across the pages of her book.
"Hey," I said.
She looked up at me, almost surprised by my presence. "Oh, hey. How was the pool?"
"Good. You ready to go?"
She shrugged. "Whenever you are."
So I got myself showered, put on a pair of jeans and a tshirt Daphne bought for me to "wear when we go out to dinner in Mexico." Then, I strode over to the bed and plopped down on the king sized mattress covered in silky white sheets to bother her.
"What are you reading now?" I asked.
"Fifty Shades."
"The fanfiction porn book?"
"It's not porn."
"Okay," I laughed. "Erotica, then."
"Stop. I tried to read this book years ago but you wouldn't let me."
"I wouldn't let you?"
"You made fun of me for it but now I wanna read it so I'm reading it. Shut up. Go away. It's getting to a spicy scene."
"A spicy scene?"
