The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

demonstrations thereof. Of course, we were both always in the mood but also enjoyed pacing ourselves. I viewed Marci’s near-naked body as she laid next to me with both reverence and desire. Just having her there was enough, knowing at other times I would truly have her in other ways involving closer contact, heat, and bliss.

I dozed peacefully. Perhaps an hour passed before Marci rose to life and went onto the balcony. I heard a brief conversation, then she was beside me on the bed.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” she said, tenderly stroking my arm, as a mother might do waking her precious child for school. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Hell if I know. Near sunset?”

I nodded and rose from the bed. My suit was outside, so I went there to grab it. I was startled to see two women on the next balcony over. They were dressed whereas I was standing in my briefs.

“Hi!” said the woman closest to me. “We just met your wife. She’s lovely.”

“Hello.” I picked up my suit. “Yes, she is. Thanks.” It occurred to me Marci had just been out there wearing only her panties, and that being seen in one’s underwear was definitely the theme of the summer.

“She said we’d meet for drinks later.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll look forward to it.” I returned to the room where Marci was already suited.

“You met the neighbors, huh?”

“Yes. One of them said we were meeting later for drinks.”

“You don’t mind, do you? They seemed nice. I think they’re a couple.”

Once on the beach, we headed right and, as was the case each day before, it was void of tourists. We strolled in silence holding hands looking like any other couple on vacation. The overcast was gone, and as the sun was setting over the peninsula it produced a spectacular display. The heat and humidity, however, remained oppressive.

“Let’s swim!” said Marci after some distance, removing her suit. I scanned the shoreline in both directions before removing my own. The water felt terrific. This part the Caribbean was especially salty, and it reminded me of my first ever dip into a warm ocean. This would have been during summer trips to Florida when I was a kid. Those days were bleached with sunshine and happiness, and I remembered them like they were yesterday.

“I LOVE THIS!” said Marci, surfacing from a dive with water streaming down her face. She rubbed her eyes then opened them wide as if to abate the sting from the salt. She pinched her nose, smiled, then put her arms around me as her legs curled around my hips. She gave me a lovers kiss.

“It is nice,” I said, failing to mimic her exuberance. I had difficulty expressing strong emotions.

“Have you ever made love in the water?”

“Not successfully,” I said. It was true. It proved to be a great distraction.

“Same here.” She dropped her legs from around my hips and we returned to the shore. After a short riparian chat, we stood and headed back to the hotel holding our suits until we dried off.

“This feels funky,” said Marci. “But I like it.”

“Being naked?”

“Yeah. How far should we go like this?”

“I don’t know. If you want, you can walk all the way to our room this way.”

“Are you daring me?”

“I know better than to do that. Anyway, if Chloe sees you she’ll probably attack.”

“Right. Chloe. I wonder how she’s feeling today.”

“I suspect her days just sort of blend into one another.”

“That’s sad.” We could now see a couple walking in our direction. Marci laughed, which seemed out of tune with her last statement.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your dick.”

“Gee, thanks.” I looked at my dick.

“No, I mean the way it flops around when you walk. Your balls too. I don’t know how you guys walk around with those things.”

“Practice?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I like it. It’s primal. I like hanging out with you naked. We should plan a day like this. No clothes allowed.”

“That could be fun.”

She stopped walking and grabbed my hand. As I turned to face her, she moved it between her legs, now slightly separated. She was swollen and wet, and not from our swim. My middle finger was drawn into her as if by some magical force. She swooned, leaning into me, her head resting on my chin. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed the approaching couple.

The spell broke and we resumed our walk.

“I’m always ready around you, Ryan. I can’t believe we haven’t made love today.”

“It’s good to space things out, don’t you think? Anyway, there’s plenty of the day left.”

“What did you think of those women?”

“Which women?”

“The two women on the balcony next to us.”

“I didn’t really get a good look.”

“They were pretty hot.”

“If you like, I can give you some space…”

“You wish… No. Not hot for me. For you, maybe.”

“You said you thought they were a couple.”

We were now within fifty yards of crossing paths with the approaching couple. They were both wearing suits. Marci made no move to put her’s on and this was beginning to tantalize me.

“Probably. I think we nailed it about our hotel. It’s for lesbos.”

“You mean gay women.”

“Jesus, Ryan. It’s just the two of us here. You know what I mean.”

“Right. Sorry. You can be as politically incorrect as you like when it’s just us.” We were now within twenty yards of the approaching couple and closing.

“Well, they seemed nice. I think I got a vibe from one of them.”

“You mean the balcony women?”

“Right. Who else are we talking about?”

As we passed the couple, Marci gave them a bright greeting, which they returned.

“You surprise me,” I said, after another few yards.

“Why?”

“You didn’t put your suit on before they reached us.”

“What?” She stopped walking and looked down. “Fuck, Ryan. Why didn’t you say something?”

“I thought you didn’t care.”

“Jesus Christ.” She stepped into her suit bottoms and then put on her top. “I forgot I was naked.”

“How is that possible? A few minutes ago you said how much you like being naked