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

Marci was sitting on the bed lathering her legs with lotion as Susan filed her nails. They were chatting like two high school girls getting ready for prom.

“Listen,” I said, to get their attention. “I thought we should tell Susan…”

Before I could finish, Emily’s voice hailed for Marci from outside. Susan looked at Marci. “Someone’s calling you.”

Marci rose from the bed just as there was a knock on the door. She hesitated, perhaps feeling pulled in two directions or, possibly, too overdressed to open the door. I motioned towards it, thus relieving her of this duty, and she went to the balcony, but only after we faced off for a moment deciding who would go to the left or right while passing.

The room service boy had returned looking much sharper than before. He was here to collect the meal service cart brought up earlier for the women’s brunch. I nodded to the balcony and he went to retrieve it.

I could hear Marci laughing and talking. This made Susan curious as women were wont to become so when not included in a tête-à-tête. Before I could speak, she rose from the bed to join Marci and the room service boy on the balcony. This left me alone in the room holding the door which actually didn’t need my to help stay open.

My greatest wish at that moment was I wouldn’t hear Harold’s voice soon added to those of the women. But rather than Harold’s voice I heard Susan shriek. This was followed by an “Oh my God!” and then Harold’s voice. So much for the power of a wish.

I went onto the balcony to find Emily, topless, standing next to Harold, who was outfitted in black Calvin Klein briefs. They looked good on him. Susan, who really did look lovely in her suit, turned to me.

“Harold’s here!”

“Hello Harold, Emily,” I said. Emily looked completely comfortable topless, having made no gesture to cover her breasts.

“You knew?” asked Susan. Her voice sounded incredulous, which I viewed as understandable.

“I’m guessing you two haven’t talked,” said Harold.

“Actually, no, Harold.” I put my arm around Susan. “Harold and Meg are in Tulum too, honey. We ran into them last night in the bar.”

“Oh,” said Susan. “Meg’s here too?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, and in such a way as to suggest it was a silly question.

“And who is…” She nodded to Emily to complete her sentence.

“This is Emily,” said Marci.

Emily said hello while reaching over the balcony wall to shake Susan’s hand. I noticed Emily’s breasts hardly moved, but I had no doubt they were real.

“Hi, Emily.”

“Emily is going diving today, off Belize,” said Marci. “Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

“I didn’t know you scuba dived,” said Susan, speaking to Harold.

“No, I don’t. My ears can’t handle it.” Harold turned to Emily. “I guess you should get going. Gail’s probably already in the lobby.”

“Gail?” said Susan.

“Susan,” I said, finally getting back to where I meant to go earlier before Emily interrupted. “Let’s go grab a coffee downstairs. They make excellent espresso here.”

“What about Marci?”

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” she said.

∞∞∞

“Wow,” said Susan. “I can hardly believe it.”

I had just given her the full background on Meg and Harold’s adventures, or at least what I knew of them, and she’d listened wide-eyed throughout. She was now gulping her way through a rum daiquiri to calm down.

“At first I thought you, Marci and Harold were shacking up with whoever that Emily was.”

“No. That wasn’t a possibility.”

“I know. I’m just saying at first I didn’t know what to think.”

“I understand completely.”

“So where’s Meg?”

“I’m sure she’ll pop up. They’re husband and wife today. Emily and Gail will be gone until late tomorrow.”

Susan thought for a minute. “We should have planned some time together.”

“It’s not too late.”

“Well, we’re together right now. We’re still okay, right?”

“Perfectly okay. Look, we’re new at this. We’ll fine-tune as we go.”

“I know. I have missed you.”

“Me you too.” We kissed remembering that we were, in fact, truly man and wife. Her lips felt terrific, and I wanted to make love to her right there. I didn’t think Chloe would mind who, of course, was now on duty in the lobby bar.

“So, Meg likes women,” said Susan. “I always wondered about her.” This reminded me Marci wondered about Susan too.

“She likes men and women.”

“Have they been with other couples, I mean, male and female couples?”

“That hasn’t come up. I would be surprised if they were though.”

“Surprised by what?” This was Marci, who leaned in to give us each a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, no chair for me?”

I rose and grabbed one from another table. She’d done something with her hair which had doubled its volume.

“Where have you been?” asked Susan.

“I visited the salon for a blow dry. My timing was off this morning.”

“Your hair looks pretty.”

“So, here’s the plan,” said Marci. “I reserved one of those bed canopy thingies on the beach. They’ll ply us with drinks and snacks all afternoon. We’ll swim, talk, sun, sleep, whatever we want.”

“Sounds like a true vacation,” I said. “When do we start?”

“Hmm… how about now? Do you need anything from the room, Susan? I need to run up there first.”

“I’ll go with you.”

The women left. I ordered a Tom Collins, having been a good boy and waited until noon before having a hair-of-the-dog that bit me. It wasn’t my normal drink, but I was in the mood for something sweet and lemony.

Watching the two women cross the lobby was a true delight. They drew stares and deservedly so. That I was in a relationship with both of them blew me away. I was glad to hear Susan missed me. I missed her too, but Marci was the type of woman who was all-consuming. She only opened up to a few people, and being an introvert at heart, when she did open up there was a lot of pent-up life waiting to be lived. It came at you in a rush. When she went the other way, she was still good