Why is he standing so close to me, she wondered while waiting for the hostess to finish consulting her map. His erection is practically right on my ass.
They were at a local eatery not far from their AirBnB, waiting to be shown to their table. He had offered to drive, and although it wasn’t far to walk, the mid-day heat was almost too unpleasant to bear.
When they were finally shown to their booth and took a seat opposite one another, she glared at him.
“Nice,” she said. “Whatever happened to social distancing? That was a rather close, um, encounter…”
“Ha,” he replied and winked at her. “Consider it a token of thanks for the earlier, rather fun, escapades.”
She flushed at the memory of her skinny dipping shenanigans but pushed her discomfort aside. He was right, it was fun. The stripping, the teasing, the nude swimming…
Again, she felt her face flush and lowered her eyes to review the menu in front of her. She could feel him watching her and when she glanced up at him, he smiled.
“Maybe we should talk about what happened,” she initiated the conversation. “Let’s not let this become an elephant in the room.”
“Agreed,” he responded. “I’ll start.”
They were interrupted by the waitress at that moment and took a few minutes to choose, and wait, for their meals.
After a while, he started to speak again.
“Look, Sharon and I have an open relationship,” he began. “Although neither of us have, um, strayed outside of the marriage, we have talked about it being a possibility. Not that we’re looking, exactly, but we know ourselves. We like the idea of having certain amounts of freedom to express ourselves with other people.”
He stopped there and looked at her. She sat silently and chewed her food while watching his face.
“The point isn’t to cheat,” he continued. “The point is to be allowed to explore with the consent of the spouse.”
“You mean like swinging?” she asked. She was intrigued by this subject and figured she may as well ask questions while they were talking like this.
“No, not exactly,” he responded. “I’m not sure what the official definition of swinging is, but I think it means you switch spouses among couples, or have foursomes or something like that. That’s not something Sharon and I are against, per se, but it’s not something we’re actively looking for either.”
He stopped again to watch her reaction.
“Basically the idea is that we have our core relationship, our marriage, which is our home, so to speak. But if there were interests in exploring something beyond the marriage, with another person, the idea is to present it to the spouse before taking action.”
He stopped talking for a moment and took a bite of his food.
“We often think of maybe having a threesome,” he admitted. “It was actually Sharon’s idea more than mine, but I’m certainly not against it.”
Again he stopped talking in order to gauge for her reaction.
She stared at him when he mentioned the threesome. Her friend, Sharon, is interested in having sex with her husband and another person? She was completely perplexed. She had no idea this kind of interest was something her friend had even considered.
“She wants to have sex with you and another man at the same time?” she asked him, incredulous that she was even able to speak those words.
“No,” he responded. “Not another man. Another woman. One of her choosing.”
Oh, she thought to herself and immediately began to worry that she was being recruited.
But he caught her discomfort and reassured her quickly.
“Look, I didn’t mean to suggest that it would be you,” he clarified. “Sharon obviously doesn’t know what just happened between us in the pool and all that. Which is why we’re talking, you and I. I just wanted to lay it out on the table that Sharon and I have an open relationship and have considered, but not actioned, certain activities outside of our bedroom. Meaning, we have not had a threesome, although there is ongoing talk about making it happen at some point, if the right person comes along.”
They both stared at each other thinking the same thing.
“I never even considered sleeping with another woman,” she told him straight out. “It just hasn’t come up, for me, or for Chris.”
“Besides,” she continued. “Chris and I are having problems. We’re not that active anymore. Probably why I teased you like that earlier. I kind of liked the attention I was getting…but I didn’t mean anything by it. I just…fooled around a bit. You know what I mean?”
He looked at her with a serious expression on his face before responding.
“I didn’t know you and Chris had problems,” he said. “I’m sorry to hear that. All of a sudden, things make a bit more sense.”
She sighed when he reaffirmed her statement, and contemplated how to get the mood back to fun and frivolous.
“That box you saw on my bed, that’s a vibrator,” she said. “I brought it along because I haven’t used it yet, and figured while Chris and Sharon were at the convention, I could maybe play around with it a bit.”
“You haven’t used it yet?” he asked her.
“Have you ever used a sex toy before?” he continued to inquire her.
“No,” she replied and felt her face flush again.
“Okay,” he said. “I understand, I think. You expected privacy here so you can, um, experiment a bit, maybe reignite some spark with Chris during this trip.”
When he mentioned her husband’s name, she shook her head.
“No, Chris doesn’t know about the vibe,” she told him. “I don’t even know if I want to tell him. I also don’t know if I’m going to use it on this trip. I’m just not sure now…” She trailed off and took a sip of her drink while glancing at her friend still munching away at his food.
He took his time to respond, letting their conversation sink in. After a while, he asked her another question.
“Where did you think I was going to be while Sharon was at work? I mean, we rented the AirBnB together, the four of us…did you not expect me to be around?”
Startled, she stared at him.
“Uh,” she muttered. “I didn’t think…I mean, I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I assumed you’d be out doing stuff, playing golf or something. Isn’t that what men do on vacations like this?” She chuckled at herself for coming up with this idea. Chris didn’t play golf, and she didn’t know if her friend played either. Did he?
“Do you?” she asked him. “Play golf, I mean?”
“Nah,” he said. “I can, I have in the past, but I’m not really keen.”
They stared at each other for a while, wondering how to continue this conversation.
“Okay, let me ask you this,” she decided to probe him a bit more. “The pool, when you had me pinned on the wall, what exactly where you planning on doing with me? I mean, I pushed you away at one point…”
She cursed herself for feeling flushed again, knowing it would make him smile.
I’m an adult for crissake, she chided herself. I’m not some innocent virgin…
“How honest an answer do you want?”
He stated his question without hesitation, as if it was the most normal thing to say to someone whom he doesn’t know that well. But she appreciated that he was polite and assessing just how far she was willing to go with this conversation.
“Just tell me,” she said.
She couldn’t help but reminisce over how she felt when she was in the pool with him, naked and pinned on the pool wall by his body. She remembered noticing, feeling his erection through his swim trunks when she brushed her hand across his crotch just before she exited the pool. She recalled how he watched her emerge from the water, nude and wet, and how she felt both excited and embarrassed as she made her way over to her lawn chair.
He had me all tingly and distracted, she thought to herself, realizing suddenly that he was watching her.
She pressed her lips together and forced herself back into the present tense. He was waiting patiently for her to stop day-dreaming. Was he reading her mind? It felt like he knew exactly what she was thinking about.
Taking in a breath, she leaned back into her seat and silently willed him to continue.
“I wanted to touch you,” he told her straight out. “I wanted to explore you, starting with those erect little nipples of yours…”
She bit and chewed her lower lip at the memory, remembering how he had nuzzled her breasts at one point, while swimming submerged toward her in the deep end.
She glanced at him, suddenly wanting to hear more.
Again, he smiled. She realized he was having fun at her expense, relishing her inquisitive discomfort.
“I was going to glide my hand down your waist, past your hips, feel the curves of your ass, slide my hand in between those luscious cheeks before making my way forward and…”
“Stop,” she interrupted him. Then she rolled her eyes at him. Maybe it was best if she didn’t know what he was going to do to her. With her.
He waited and watched her face.
“What are you going to tell Sharon?” she asked him next.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I gotta think about this. What are you going to tell Chris?”
She shivered slightly at her husband’s name. What was she going to tell him?
They stared at each other for a long moment before she decided to answer him honestly.
“Nothing,” she said. “I mean, nothing really happened, so I’m not going to say anything.”
She looked at his face. Did he approve, or disapprove? Should they discuss this further? They were renting this house together, they’re bound to be in each other’s company, would Sharon and Chris notice that something had happened between their respective spouses?
She suddenly wanted to get out of the restaurant and be by herself.
“Let’s get the check and get out of here,” she told her friend. “Maybe we can just forget about this for now. We can revisit later, okay?”
She looked at her friend sitting there opposite her in the booth, calm and collected, and wondered what it would be like to be in an open relationship like theirs. Seems they have a much easier time dealing with temptation that must be an issue for many couples. She needed time alone to think, and maybe ponder the possibilities of what could be if she were just a little bit more confident.
But right now, she needed a break and clear her head. The whole conversation left her slightly unsettled, and she looked forward to spending some time alone in her room.