As I sit here to write this down, I still cannot believe it happened to me. I cannot believe I was so foolish to put myself in this situation I found myself in. But my husband bares part of the blame. It would have been more attentive instead of ignoring me, or what happened to me would have never happened.
I was trying to recharge our relationship. It was our 20th anniversary, and I thought we needed a spark. My husband didn't seem interested in me much anymore. He watched TV, rather than come to bed with me. And when he did make love to me, it was too short and he seemed to lack passion for me.
So I thought we needed to get away and rekindle our relationship.
I picked a four-day weekend at Put in Bay. It's a wonderful island in Lake Erie. I've always heard of the festive and even wild party atmosphere and I thought it would be perfect for us. I booked us into a resort on the island and made arrangements to have our two teenage sons cared for while we got away.
At 40, I thought myself still attractive. I have gained just a few pounds in the years since our marriage. My husband probably a few more. But I still loved him and still found him attractive. I just felt he didn't feel the same about me.
I went shopping and bought some nice outfits for the island. I tried on several bathing suits, picking out several nice conservative ones, but I also picked out a revealing bikini. I thought I might get the confidence to wear it at a private time at the resort and maybe my husband would look at me like he used to.
We took the ferry and checked into the resort. It was a small place, with maybe 30 rooms. It had a pool and a large hot tub surrounded by a high privacy fence. As I saw it, I entertained thoughts of going out to the hot tub with my husband, while wearing my sexy revealing suit, and perhaps engaging in some hanky panky.
Once in the room, I approached my husband and kissed him. I hoped the change of scenery and the fact that we were alone would put a charge in to him. It did not. He made love to me in the same manner he always did. A couple of kisses, a couple of touches, he got on top of me and pushed in and out of me for maybe a minute before he came. Then he needed a nap!
I lay there with tears in my eyes. I felt so unfulfilled, so unattractive. As he snored next to me, I recalled how it was years ago. How we would sneak back to his apartment for a hot session of lovemaking while his roommate was gone. How we had made love on a beach once. How did we get here from there? I felt horrible and went and took a shower.
My husband woke up later and we made plans for dinner. We walked to one of the local bars that even at 6PM were already getting pretty wild. I looked around the room and saw so many young people, yelling and laughing and drinking. I longed for those wild irresponsible days.
We sat and had a few drinks with my husband barely talking to me. He seemed more interested in what was going on at all the other tables. I got up to go to the bathroom and as I exited the restroom, I bumped into a tall young man. He smiled at me and said. "Well excuse me." While he looked me over.
It had been years since anyone had looked at me like that, so instead of just walking away, I smiled back and said. "No problem."
His eyes again went up and down my body quickly. I wasn't really dressed too sexily. But it was strange feeling his eyes roam over my body.
"You here alone?" He asked.
I was tempted to say yes, but I smiled and said. "No, I'm with my husband."
He winked and said. "Just my luck. All the sexy ones are always taken."
I was stunned and flattered. Here was this young man, maybe half my age flirting with me, and I was kind of flirting back!
"Why don't you and your husband join us? We're sitting over there." He said as he pointed to a large table in the back. It was filled with young people being wild.
I smiled and said. "Maybe we will."
He smiled deeply and leaned in close and looked deeply into my eyes and said. "I hope you do pretty lady."
I went back to our table, my heart slightly racing. I sat down next to my husband, but kept one eye on the table in the back. It was piled high with beer cans. The music was loud and several of the young women at the table stood up in their chairs and danced sexily. I looked over at my husband and he was looking straight at those young girls.
Just then, my new friend appeared at our table.
"Hi. My name is Brad. Nice to meet you both." He said.
He shook my husbands hand and introduced us to Brad. Brad then told my husband he had run into me outside the bathroom and had invited me to their table. Would we care to join them?
My husband looked at me, and then at the table where the girls were dancing and said. "Sure."
Part of me was angry. I knew why he wanted to go there. But I wanted the same thing. So we picked up our drinks and went over. We were introduced to everyone. It was a wild fun group. Brad bought us each a drink and sat next to me.
My husband pretty much ignored me while he looked at the young women who kept getting up on their chair and dancing. Several times they lifted their shirts, like they were going to take them off. The crowd cheered for them to flash. They said they would for a shot. Some of the guys sitting there bought them each one and they stood up and lifted their shirts to the crowds delight.
We had several drinks and the place kept getting wilder and wilder. Other women at other tables did the same as the young women at our table. My husband pretty much ignored me as his head swiveled around the bar looking at all the bare breasts being exposed.
I was angry, but also intrigued with Brad. He seemed so interested in only me. He talked to only me and never seemed to notice the women lifting their blouses. It made me feel so good and so attractive.
We had been at the bar when Brad's group said they were going back to their rooms. And to my surprise, they were staying at the same resort as us. Brad announced we'd all meet at the pool in 15 minutes.
My husband and I left. As we walked back to the resort, he barely talked to me. He staggered a bit and when he did talk, his words were a bit slurred. He seemed to be in a hurry to get back to the resort, and I guess I was too.
We went to our room, and I went in the bathroom to change. I tried one of the conservative suits and stood in front of the mirror. It just didn't look good enough. I tried on another and still did not care for how it looked. Suddenly my husband knocked on the door.
"Are you ready yet?" He yelled.
"No. I still trying on my suits." I called back.