Resort Virgins

“Know what I want?” she whispered.

“Besides me?”

Violet chuckled at her husband’s response. Max was always quick-witted and flirty, and lately he’d been more amorous than usual. Not that she’d complain, as she knew men’s sexual desires tended to wane as they got older. Well, at age forty-five, Max’s desires showed no signs of slowing down. But after nearly twenty-five years of marriage, as active as their sex life was, it became routine, comfort and predictability their motto.

Their attempts at anything other than vanilla sex had been almost embarrassing.

Max jokingly suggested they might need an intervention: a sexual intervention. And after several comments along those lines, Violet began to wonder if he really hadn’t been joking.

That’s why tonight, she decided to engage in something he had recently suggested, something to add a little spark. She wanted to be impulsive and daring; hopefully without looking like an idiot.

They sat snuggling on the couch after enjoying a surprisingly warm autumn day. All too soon, the rains would descend on Portland, and they’d grumble about not taking advantage of the fleeting pleasant weather.

“I, uh, I thought we could watch an adult movie,” Violet spoke into his chest before deciding she needed to be more confident. She looked up at her husband, giving him a smile. “Spice things up a bit.”

“Really?” he questioned. “I mean, yeah, you know I’m all for it.” He leaned in to nuzzle her ear and whispered, “But can I hear you say porn?” He chuckled against her, tickling and causing goose bumps to rise.

She squirmed and nearly snorted as she answered, “Let’s watch porn.”

“Ooo yea, I want to see what dirty little secrets you’re holding inside.” He licked a path against her skin, settling his mouth at the base of her neck as his hand moved up to cover her breast.

“Mmm, you keep that up and I won’t need much incentive to show you my dirty little secrets.” And she had quite a few after reading some of the erotic stories her now-divorced-thrill-seeking girlfriend at work had suggested. Holy moly, had those gotten her juices flowing. Literally. But Violet always felt ridiculous about bringing those fantasies to life with Max.

It was time to put her hesitations aside to ensure they could find a new level of intimacy.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Max, you’ve always been a generous lover, and I want to give you what you want. What I want. No more holding back.”

Violet pressed her breast into Max’s hand, as she found a way under his shirt, her own hands gliding over his rippled abdomen. On the downward journey, she moved her fingers to his waistband, intent on reaching his erection.

Max pulled away before she could go any further and spoke gruffly with great effort.

“While I love the direction you’re taking, let’s get that movie going and ramp up the action.” He gave her a sound kiss that had her begging for more with her soft whimpers yet greedy hands that once again tried reaching for him. Groaning, he pulled back and playfully bit her lip before lifting himself from the couch to snag the remote off the table. Running through the list of naughty titles on the screen, he turned to her with a cheesy grin. “What looks interesting to you? Daddy’s Bad Little Girl? Dong-a-thon? Three Times the Charm?”

“Wow, who knew there’d be so much variety.” Titles that indicated nearly every fetish continued to roll past until one snagged her attention. “How about Sex with a Stranger?”

Max turned her way. “Oh, thinking of replacing me?” he quipped.

“Of course not. I just thought the idea of doing something totally out of character, you know, daring, no inhibitions. I—”

“Violet, relax,” he said gently. “I get it.” He started the show and rejoined her on the couch. “No inhibitions. Let’s see where this leads.” He wiggled his brows.

Violet couldn’t help but chuckle as she scooted close to his side. “So, do we just start watching? Do we act it out?”

Max laughed. “You ask like I’m the expert. I haven’t watched one of these since my bachelor party, and back then, they were laughable. A riot nearly broke out when I suggested we turn the damn thing off.” He kissed her forehead and wrapped an arm around her. “Let’s just watch, and when you feel like ravishing my body, go for it.”

“Got it.” She smiled up at him, loving how he always made her feel at ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

Knowing they wouldn’t be interrupted gave Violet more courage to be bold. Before their only child, Sable, had returned to college, their love-making took place behind closed doors, quiet and controlled. She had no illusions her daughter never thought of her parents having sex, but it certainly didn’t need to be broadcast throughout the house. Now she felt free to do what she wanted, where they wanted—when and as loud as they wanted. That notion added even more excitement to the evening.

As the movie played out, it had a surprisingly good quality aspect about it, and it didn’t take long to get down to the nitty gritty, so to speak. Violet watched a group of socialites meander through an art exhibition. When a handsome man caught the eye of a stunning lady, they worked their way toward one another; their sly glances and suggestive body language was hard to misinterpret. The woman ran her tongue across the rim of her champagne glass while caressing her hand down her side, and the man adjusted his growing erection. He tried to hide his actions behind a small statue.

A familiar heat rose within Violet and moisture dampened her panties. She shifted the hand she used to caress Max’s thigh and moved it toward his unmistakable erection, wanting to but not touching the tempting bulge. Max eased the hand he’d slung over her shoulder lower until he cupped her breast and fondled her. His touch sent a thrill through her and she wanted more.

With her focus still on the movie but becoming increasingly aroused, Violet watched as the couple subtly rubbed against one another before communicating some silent understanding of where things were headed. The woman walked away, casting a glance at the gentleman before disappearing through a door. The man followed, and once through the door, it was apparent they were in an office. Without speaking, the couple immediately began undressing, and their beautiful bodies excited Violet. She always thought watching others naked would feel wrong, intrusive, but she was unexplainably turned on and wanted to act on her impulses.

She covered Max’s erection, applying gentle pressure as she moved her hand back and forth. When his hips surged forward, and he uttered a deep groan, she continued to trace the length of him. His fingers found their way beneath the thin material of her top, and teased her nipple to a tight point, then lightly pinched and it was Violet’s turn to groan.

“You like seeing them naked? Does it make you hot?” Max’s breath whispered across her skin.

“Yes, so hot and wet.”

As Max growled, obviously aroused by her words, his cock became impossibly harder beneath her touch. He rolled her nipple with more force, sending a delicious jolt through her.

The couple in the movie moved closer to one another, kissing passionately before the man spun the woman around and bent her over the desk. He squeezed a breast as he guided his straining cock between her ass cheeks. The woman spread her legs and lifted her ass, allowing access to her pussy. Without preamble, the man plunged inside her, causing her face to contort with pleasure.

The moans and gasps, the ragged breathing, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh caused Violet’s need to flare. Her breaths increased and perspiration dotted her heated skin. The desire to be bold and confident influenced her decision to stand and strip off her clothes. The look of appreciation in Max’s eyes empowered her, and his perusal of her naked body ignited a spark inside her. His hand replaced hers as he stroked his erection, but as much as she enjoyed the way he handled himself, Violet shook her head and wagged her finger at him. A roguish smile lit up his face as he spread his arms across the back of the couch and widened his legs.

Wanting to be the one in charge, she stepped between his legs and dropped to her knees, working his shorts free from his body. Tossing them to the side, she leaned forward to swipe her tongue across the glistening head of his cock. Max’s body jerked as he lost his breath. When she peered up at him, his fingers dug into the cushions of the couch and he held her attention with his heated gaze.

Continuing her attention to her husband, the movie all but forgotten, Violet took his erection into her mouth as her nails raked across a thigh. She felt him pulse inside her before she released his length to suckle the tip.

“Jesus, that fucking feels good,” he rasped.

While she worked him over, her own body began to quiver with pleasure. Another surge of moisture pooled between her legs and she moaned. The sound vibrated from her mouth to Max’s cock. He arched deep into her mouth and gripped her head.

“You’re wet, aren’t you?”

Violet looked up at Max and nodded as she cupped his balls and gave a gentle squeeze.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

Violet stood, her sex nearly at eye level with him. Max scooted forward and grabbed her hips, placing a kiss on her abdomen before spinning her around. So stunned by the movement, she would’ve fallen if Max had not immediately brought her to his lap. His erection nestled beneath her ass as his hands came around her body to palm her breasts.

His warm breath tickled against her neck. “Look at the TV.” While doing as he ordered, she gasped when he pinched her nipples painfully.

Violet’s attention remained on the couple in the movie. The man had taken a seat in the leather chair and had the woman on his lap, just as Violet and Max were positioned, but it was clear he had penetrated her. With the woman’s legs wide open, Violet could see the man’s cock inside her as the woman rubbed her own clit. The sexy image turned her on so much she whimpered as she wiggled against Max.

“You like that?” Max rolled her nipples as he pumped his hips into her backside.

“Mm hmm,” she responded. Her hands fell on his thighs, giving her leverage. She ground her ass against the hard length of him, tilting her pelvis to slide herself across his cock.

“Fuck me, Violet, your wet pussy feels so damn good.”

Violet secretly loved the dirty talk, and often she let it run through her mind…only that was where it usually stayed. Again, embarrassment kept her from voicing the many scenarios she’d often thought about.

What would Max think? Would it be appalling to hear that from her, or would it turn him on just as much?

“Tell me what you want.” Max continued to prod her to express her desires.

“I want,” she started hesitantly, trying to catch her breath and say the words.

“You want me to shove my cock in that beautiful pussy?” He released one of her breasts and traced a path down her belly, hovering millimeters above her clit. Max teased her with quick taps to her swollen bud, never giving it his full attention.

It was delightful torture.

“Tell me, Violet,” he whispered in her ear. He then bit the lobe before soothing it with his tongue.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly. She rocked her pelvis across his lap, digging her nails into the flesh of his thighs. He alternated between pinching a nipple and pinching her clit. The action caused a riot to her system.

He pulled her against his chest holding her immobile.

“Shove your cock inside my pussy, Max.” She rested her head against his shoulder, her back feeling as if it were on fire as it lay against Max’s warm chest. “I want to come all over you.”

“Yeah, I want that pussy squeezing me tight. Knees up on the couch, Violet.”

Max helped lift her as she tucked her legs next to his thighs, giving her even more leverage. With one arm banded across her chest, he fingered her clit, sending jolts of power through her.

“Grab my cock and put it inside you.”

His gruff words had her releasing a shaky breath as her body tingled in anticipation. She lifted slightly and reached beneath her to fist his erection, positioning it at her opening. Max gave her no notice as he bucked, impaling her. She gasped at the invasion, but quickly moaned her pleasure as his thickness filled her. They remained still a moment with him buried deep inside, pulsing and twitching.

But Violet needed movement. She needed that delicious pressure to engorge her clit and send her into oblivion. She clenched around him as she tried to lift, but Max held her to him.

“Not yet. Just grind on me. I love being buried inside you.”

“Max,” she sighed, continuing to clench around him as she rocked her hips as much as he’d allow.

“That’s it.” He nipped at her shoulder while he gave his full attention to her tits. He loved fondling them, plucking at the nipples until they stung. Oh, but what a sweet sting.

“Max, rub me, please.”

“You like your clit rubbed?” he teased, knowing that’s exactly what she liked. He slowly moved a hand down her torso reaching her clit again, applying a minimal amount of pressure.

“Yes. Harder.” She lifted herself and sank back down repeatedly as he complied with her demand—her clit becoming ever more engorged.

“Damn, you’re getting tighter. You’re gonna squeeze me hard, aren’t you?” He began to add his movements, thrusting his hips into her as his cock continued to pulse.

“So hard,” she answered. She felt herself tightening. Her desire climbing higher and higher. Their movements became more frenzied as their bodies slapped against one another. She could hardly focus on anything except reaching her peak. But when she caught sight of the movie again, with the couple in the throes of their climax, she wanted that for her and Max.

“You like what you see?” Max groaned as he pumped into her with more force.

“Yes.” So close to shattering, she met him thrust for thrust.

“You like what you’re feeling?”

“Yes, Max, you feel so good. You make me feel so good.” She lifted her arms and wound her hands around the back of his head, bringing their bodies as close as she could.

Through clenched teeth, Max demanded, “Fucking come for me, Vi. Come hard on my cock.”

One final surge, one final flick across her clit had her soaring. She screamed through her release as she clamped around him. He wrapped his arms around her body, further encasing her in his heat. Then he shattered with her, grunting in her ear as his orgasm exploded with hers.

Max rocked into her body as endless waves of ecstasy crashed over her, through her. She couldn’t recall ever having felt an orgasm so intense.

“That was so hot. I think we may have melted into each other,” Violet teased. She leaned forward, pulling her sticky skin away from his.

Max softly kissed the back of her neck as their bodies slowly returned to normal. “Hell yeah, that was hot. Damn, Violet, you looked so beautiful as you came and you felt so good.” He continued the soft kisses across her back and shoulders as his hands rested on her waist. She began to shiver from his ticklish kisses.

“I think it’s time to hit the shower,” she suggested, making a move to lift herself off Max’s lap.

But he held her tight, pulling her back against him, and kissed her temple. “Not yet,” he said softly. “Let me enjoy you in my arms.”

She relaxed, loving how his muscular body, at six one, engulfed her petite five two frame. Lifting her hands again, she ran them across his smooth head. He gave up the fight years ago of denying his receding hair line. Now, he kept his head shaved smooth, and Violet loved it. Her pixie cut remained blonde with the help of color twice a year, keeping her grays blended well. That was her one bit of vanity.

Violet and Max kept themselves in terrific shape by staying active, looking nearly ten years younger than their age. And if tonight was any indication of what was to come, she’d gladly welcome it.

“Did watching the porn do it for you?” Max asked.

“You do it for me, but yeah, the movie certainly heightened the experience.”

“So you’d be open to more?”

Violet turned her face to look at her husband, raising her brow. “More? As in more movies, or more of something else?”

“Both.” He grinned.

Violet chuckled as Max stood with her in his arms. When her feet hit the floor, she turned and kissed him soundly. “I’ll keep an open mind about your suggestions, how’s that?”

“Good.” After another kiss, Max led them upstairs and into the shower where they took turns washing and agreed to call it a night. The active day and energetic sex had Violet quickly falling asleep before Max hit the bed.

For several weeks, as the sex itself became more fulfilling, more intense, they even brought toys into play. Finding pleasure with cock rings and vibrators, Violet couldn’t believe the heightened stimulation they added.

She and Max watched a variety of porn, quickly learning what turned them on and what didn’t, and they openly discussed their desires with one another, not holding back when something made one of them uncomfortable.

Violet drew the line at anything dealing with anal. No way, no how was she going there. Thankfully, taking that off the table didn’t seem to bother Max in the least.

And one early dawn, Violet awakened to Max’s head between her legs, bringing her to a quick orgasm. Then she experienced a second one not long after as he found his own release buried deep inside her thrusting like he had when they were first married.

When Violet thought things couldn’t get any better, her husband came up with another idea: swinging.

****

“What do you think about spending our anniversary at a resort?” Max suggested as he and Violet finished their lunch.

“A fantasy resort?”

Their twenty-fifth anniversary was approaching in a few months, and he thought it would be exciting to feed their new-found sexual appetites at a resort. One that specialized in sexual fantasies, including swinging; bringing other partners into the mix. He had thought to suggest they check out some nearby clubs, but decided maybe something at that level might be best experienced away from home.

Not to say he thought what they would engage in would be anything but normal, it’d definitely be taking it beyond what either had ever considered. As first timers, perhaps keeping this experiment to strangers would be the safest way to go.

“A fantasy resort? Really?” Violet wiped down the counter. “Already bored with what we’ve been doing?”

“Hell, no. Just thinking of elevating to another level. Maybe, adding other partners.” He’d briefly mentioned swinging before, but when Violet showed no interest, he let it drop. Until now. Violet was enough for him, and he believed he was enough for her. But the thought of others just watching their pleasure kinda turned him on.

“Maybe we still have more to learn. More pleasure to unlock.”

“And you think another couple can do that for us?”

Max shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Lots of maybes, Max,” she said hesitantly.

“Here, let me show you this.” He’d been researching resorts and found one in particular that appealed. The promotional material claimed privacy and discretion, while suggesting they could fulfill even the wildest sexual fantasies. For those interested in engaging with other couples, the answers you provided in the questionnaire, helped determined what would be arranged.

Max showed Violet the information about the tropical resort. “I even went so far as to check out the secure chat forum on their blog site. True, everything online should be taken with an open mind. There’s certainly a possibility people are lying. But after I spent the week participating in chats regularly, I really have a good feeling about this place.”

“I don’t know, Max. After glancing at this and listening to you rave about the place, the thought of spending our anniversary in a tropical paradise definitely appeals.” Violet still looked at him with apprehension. “Engaging in more adventurous sex doesn’t sound too bad either.” She chuckled. “But, but having sex with others? With strangers?”

“See, that’s what can be appealing as well. Another couple, unknown to us, with the same desires. There are no expectations other than pleasure. And if we decide it just isn’t what we want, then we back out. No hard feelings. No strings.”

Violet gave him a wary look, and he knew not to push too hard with the swinging issue. He’d let the idea swirl in her mind.

“Okay, so we don’t have to invite anyone else into our fantasies, but I think we should still go. Think of what a wonderful anniversary we’ll have. We can get away from the cold and the rain, and spend eight glorious days in paradise.”

“I do love that idea.” She looked up at him, excitement building in her eyes. “Okay. Let’s go. We’ll see how everything unfolds once—”

Max wrapped Violet in his arms, cutting off her words with a scorching kiss. She melted into him, and he took the kiss deeper as he grabbed her rear and hoisted her up into his arms. She laughed against his mouth as he set her on the counter she just finished cleaning.

“Max, I—”

“Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “Right here, right now, Vi.” Without another word, he made his plans for her clear as he whipped the top off her body and relieved her of her bra. He skimmed his hands across her breasts and pressed her to lie back on the counter. He then made quick work of shimmying off her shorts and underwear before spreading her legs. With an appreciative glance at her body, he parted her folds and feasted, greedily lapping at her pussy and suckling her clit. Her climax was swift, but he wasn’t close to being done.

Max helped her sit up, pulling her to the edge of the counter so she could watch him undress before advancing on her again. Fisting his erection, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust, filling her to the hilt. With her head thrown back, mouth parted in a silent scream, and her nails digging into his shoulders, he thought he’d never seen anything more glorious, more sensual than her pleasure. Bringing his wife to the brink of another orgasm was powerful, and as he pumped into her, taking them both to the edge, he paused to let the feeling settle deep in his soul.

“Look at me, Violet.”

When she did, she smiled, her lids heavy with desire. He twitched inside her as he felt her clench around him. “Eyes on me, love. We’re going to come together.”

She nodded. He drew back and rammed into her, delighting in her rapid breathing, as her hands tightened on his body while her pussy gripped his cock. He drove into her, harder and faster, hitting her clit, causing tiny gasps of satisfaction. Violet rocked her pelvis with each thrust, bringing them both closer to their fall. And then they flew, soared.

Max wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his chest as they rocked together, shattered through their orgasms, and fell into that sweet post coital oblivion.

Moments later, once their bodies settled and their pulse beats slowed, he kissed her temple before leaning back to capture her mouth. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her body but scooped her up and held her close. “God I love you.”

“Love you too,” she returned.

Max gathered her in his arms and headed to the shower for a quick rinse. Once redressed, they carried on with their day, every once in a while, casting silly grins at one another in passing.

Max booked their trip to paradise while Violet finished with work-related paperwork before contacting their daughter for a Skype session. They informed her of their anniversary plans—stating they were going to a tropical destination, but leaving out the fantasy resort detail. Afterward, they settled in for an evening of take-out and a movie—this time, a simple romantic comedy.

****

“Open your legs wider,” Max ordered softly, his baritone voice coaxing, enticing.

She did as he instructed while she lay blindfolded. Willingly. Wantonly.

Warm fingers caressed her right leg as soft material encircled her ankle and tightened, rendering her leg immobile. He repeated the same treatment on her left ankle, and she could only imagine what her body looked like with each limb stretched to its limits, securing her to the four corners of the plush bed.

Maybe being blind folded was for the best. Her most intimate feminine parts were fully exposed. And she was helpless. The anticipation, the expectation already stirred her, making her eager for the next step. Violet’s pulse quickened, her breaths came in shallow puffs. As enthusiastic as she was to show Max how she cared, she was also experiencing a little case of the nerves. She loved Max, but she had handed him the ultimate power by giving up control. Being at his mercy took complete trust.

“Deep breaths, in and out,” he soothed, trying to quell her trepidation.

The bed moved as his weight settled. He positioned himself between her legs then trailed his hand over her leg and across the knee to her inner thigh. The caresses were but a whisper across her skin. His fingers brushed across her sex causing her to inhale quickly.

“I love that you’re smooth, only skin. Open like this, I can see your pussy glistening with your moisture.” He spoke slowly, rhythmically. He gave her clitoris a teasing pinch, and she gasped, bucking slightly. While he swirled his thumb over her sensitive, throbbing flesh, his other hand traced the muscles on her abdomen. “So soft, yet so fit.”

Heat pooled in her belly where his hand stilled. Tension built further below, deepened as he continued to stroke her clit with his fingers, breaking contact only to dip into her folds to gather her moisture and spread it around the bundle of nerves that had her balanced on the edge of ecstasy.

His other hand moved from her belly up to the valley between her breasts. He rubbed up and down her sternum before moving his attention to her left breast where he palmed her and gave her a firm squeeze, pinching her nipple until it pebbled.

She gasped.

He chuckled.

While he worked over her clit, it tightened further, building her anticipation to a fevered pinnacle, his other hand went to her right breast, giving it the same treatment, only pinching harder this time. She began to moan, arching her back as he squeezed and tugged. Hardly able to focus, her body flexed of its own accord, following a rhythm he set.

She had no control. That was the goal—complete surrender. Not thinking about right or wrong, she released her wayward thoughts and sank into the bed, allowing her body only to feel, seeking complete sensual bliss.

He slid two fingers inside her, causing her to bite her lip as another quick breath escaped. And although it felt good, oh so good, she wanted him back on her clit. The edge was close and she wanted to jump.

Suddenly, his hands left her body, and the bed moved as he shifted positions again. A disappointed sob sprung from her mouth. She wanted to reach down between her legs and finish the job he started, only the silk straps holding her arms above her head prevented that. She squirmed, wishing she could move her legs to close them. His voice startled her, his mouth right next to her ear.

“Don’t. Move.”

She froze.

“Naughty girls who disobey will be punished,” he whispered, sending chills through her.

She wasn’t afraid. No, she was turned on even more. She knew the limits of this encounter, knew there’d be no rough play. Reaching those limits sent a new thrill coursing through her as goose bumps rose on her skin.

“Are you a naughty girl, little one?” he continued to whisper in her ear before his tongue shot out, licking the shell.

She barely shook her head back and forth, not wanting to lose contact with him—wanting more than his tongue, wanting his teeth on her skin.

He licked below her ear, trailing down her neck to her shoulder, nipping the soft spot above her collar bone. She felt him rise, his body shift, and before she could figure out his movements, she cried out as her nipples were simultaneously clamped. The mix of pain and pleasure nearly sent her into an orgasm.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Are you a naughty girl?”

She struggled for her answer, groaning. “Yes, I’m your naughty girl.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, arrogance evident in his tone.

Once again, the bed shifted as he moved. She was surprised when she felt his thighs against her ribs, his feet grazing her hips. He straddled her torso, but kept his weight off her.

Slowly he began to move, and she felt heat between her tender breasts as he rubbed his erection up and down her valley. She could smell his musky scent, and it drove her wild. His hands cupped the sides of her tits, pressing them in to sandwich his cock. The friction must’ve felt good for him as she heard him muffle a moan; the only sign of pleasure from him so far.

“I could come just from this alone,” he ground out as he continued to flex his hips over her, squeezing her breasts harder around him. “Would you like that? Would you like to feel me come on your chest?”

“No.” She bucked, throwing him off balance so he had to release her and grab the headboard to steady himself. As he shifted forward, his cock, perfectly positioned near her mouth, grazed her chin. Leaning forward, she parted her lips, and took nearly his entire length into her mouth and sucked.

He stifled a groan as he stilled, allowing her to have this little bit of control. She drew back, swirling her tongue around his tip. It was her turn to suckle, to lick. She took him in again, closing her lips tightly around his girth. Back and forth, in and out, she moved while he groaned above her. She felt him jerk, sensed his control, and the tension he held back while he refrained from spilling himself inside her mouth. Then he pulled out with an audible pop.

Max moved down her body and pinched the clamps tighter on her nipples. But when she screeched, he quickly removed the devices, lashed his tongue over the peaks, and blew to soothe them. When she relaxed, he continued his journey down her body, his mouth leaving searing nips and kisses as he went…until he reached his destination.

“I want to taste you now.” He breathed against her mons, his hands gliding over her hips and settling on her inner thighs. “I’m going to lick your pussy and taste your sweetness.”

Before she could utter a sound, he dove in, his mouth hot and greedy. He munched on her opening, his tongue darting in and out while his hands continued to press on her thighs. She instinctively moved, gyrating her hips as her tiny whimpers became cries of pleasure. They elevated into heaving pants and pleas for release. His hand left her thigh, and he plunged his fingers into her core while his lips worked her clit. Crying out, she gasped for air as he moaned against her pussy, spreading the vibration inside her.

“You taste so fucking good.”

She released a strangled sob, feeling turned on about pleasing him while getting pleasured herself. Her breasts tightened, tingled. His speed increased as he pumped his fingers in and out. His mouth returned to her clit and pulled hard. She attempted to rock her pelvis as best she could while bound, trying to grind into his face, seeking that final release.

But before she could shatter, he lifted away from her. She felt the loss immediately and groaned, wanting his mouth back on her sex. He chuckled as his fingers pulled out of her and his thumb teased her clit. She didn’t want to lose the feeling, the height of pleasure she’d gained. She’d been on the edge then suddenly yanked back, dousing the flames of her passion with cold water.

She arched her hips again, trying to press harder into his hand. But he obviously had other plans as he crawled over her, positioning himself at her entrance.

“Do you want this?” he teased, swirling the head of his cock in her juices. All she could do was sigh. “I asked you a question. Tell me what you want.”

She couldn’t speak. Her thoughts scattered. He had extraordinary control as he continued to slide his erection through her folds without thrusting. “Tell me,” he ordered.

“I want your dick inside me, pumping fast and hard,” she managed to say. She let out a gasp as the head of his cock stroked across her tender clit and his other hand cupped her ass.

“And what about this?” he asked, focusing on her clit.

“Rub it hard, make me climax.”

“I think you can do better than that,” he said as he moved. “I think you’re naughtier than that,” he whispered in her ear.

She felt the silk wrap loosen from around her right wrist. He took her hand, guiding it down between her own legs, placing it on her clit.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to help me.”

She cried out as his entire length slammed into her. She clenched around him, fully sheathing his rigid erection. Time stopped. Seconds felt like eons. He pulsed inside her. Sweat formed on her body where it joined his.

He began to withdraw slowly, and she instantly wanted him back, filling her. She clenched again, lifting her hips to keep him there, but he continued his withdrawal. Just when she thought he’d pull out entirely, he slammed into her and she cried out again.

“Yes, tell me how much you like that.” His voice strained as he pumped in and out.

“Yeessss,” she breathed, meeting his thrusts.

“Stroke yourself.”

She rubbed herself furiously. As much as she wanted this to last, she wanted to come fast and hard.

He kept pumping, slamming into her core, moaning with each thrust. She was so close, ready to fall into that abyss.

“I feel you getting tighter. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she managed to say while keeping pace with him. She wanted her legs free in order to wrap around him and bring him closer.

“I’m going to explode inside you,” he ground out before convulsing. Then her own climax hit and she finally shattered. Her scream pierced the air. She didn’t let up, keening, moaning as she rubbed herself while matching him, clenching around him, milking him for all he had while extending her own pleasure.

He collapsed on her chest, his heat welcomed, his breath panting in her ear. He released the silk from her other hand, enabling her to wrap her arm around him. She ran her hand up and down his back, loving the feel of his muscles, of him now quivering beneath her touch.

He began sucking on her ear.

She squealed, trying to turn her head, laughing at her own feeble attempt. “You know how much that tickles.”

“Careful, don’t sprain something,” he quipped.

She slapped his ass, and he jerked upright. Peeling off the blindfold, she looked into his eyes. Her arms circled him, holding him tight.

“I love you, husband.”

His expression softened as he leaned down to whisper, “And I love you, wife.” Then he kissed her, slowly, thoroughly.

When they broke the kiss, she said, “Now release my legs. They’re numb.” Violet laughed.

“Right away.” As Max smiled, he moved to untie her ankles and playfully shake out her legs. Then he crawled back into bed, tucking his body close to hers, and wrapping the covers around them, kissed her ear and whispered, “Sleep, beautiful.”

Violet barely managed to moan her consent as they fell asleep.

****

They awoke on their fourth morning in paradise, exhilarated and famished.

“My stomach is actually growling.” Violet laughed. “I hardly ever wake up feeling hungry.”

“You’ve hardly ever had this much physical exertion in such short a time,” Max teased, slapping her ass playfully. “Come on, sunshine, let’s eat and go out. I’m ready for those warm, sandy beaches.”

Violet rolled over in the bed, watching Max’s sleek body as he made his way to the bathroom. God, he’s still so sexy, she thought. How’d I get so lucky?

She threw off the covers and sprang up from the bed, catching her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. She stopped to look at herself, turning one way then the other. She ran her hands down her sides, over the slight swell of her hips then back up to her breasts. Yes, childbirth had given her a few stretch marks, but thankfully that was all. She had kept herself in shape by maintaining a healthy and active lifestyle. She didn’t look half bad. She cupped her own breasts, feeling the weight of her B cups, wishing they were a wee bit perkier, and though he’d said they were perfect, she wondered if Max wished they were bigger.

Max startled her as he came out of the bathroom. She quickly dropped her hands to her sides and blushed. As she tried to make her way to the shower, Max halted her by wrapping his arm around her waist. He pulled her back in front of the mirror, one arm still around her middle, the other across her chest. He bent his head to kiss the top of her shoulder.

“Admiring yourself?” he teased, nibbling his way up her neck.

“No. Not really,” she fudged.

“It’s perfectly fine to look at yourself. You’re a beautiful woman.”

“Thank you,” she replied softly.

“Look up.”

Violet’s gaze went to the reflection in front of her. Completely naked, she was wrapped in the embrace of the man she loved. She looked into Max’s eyes, seeing his love and admiration. Passion and desire flared. His hand moved from her belly to the apex of her thighs. She tried to halt his movements by covering his hand with hers. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want him again. But standing in front of the mirror, watching themselves?

“Drop your hand.”

She hesitated at first then did as she was told. This trip was meant for moments like this after all. His upper hand began to massage her breast while his lower hand dipped between her legs. Her head sank back against his chest as she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Open your eyes,” he softly demanded. When she hesitated too long, he pinched her nipple. She gasped and her eyes flew open.

“That’s right, keep them open. Watch what I do to you.”

Max was dressed only in his swimming trunks. She felt his erection growing, pressing into her lower back. She reached around grabbing his backside, pulling him closer to her. His chest hairs tickled her back, and she loved the sensation.

She watched as he continued to fondle her breast while his other hand parted her thighs, making her widen her stance. He rubbed her clit, eliciting a moan from her. He licked her ear, sucked on her neck.

“You’re already so wet.”

“Yes.”

Her legs weakened as she trembled deep in her core. With each flick of his finger, a spark shot through her. She was close to coming, and she was watching it happen.

“Look how sexy you are. You’re going to come apart in my arms.”

“Oh, Max,” she moaned. He rubbed her hard. She bucked in his arms, grinding against him. She watched her skin become flush and slick—watched as his eyes never left hers in the reflection. Her hands dug into his ass as he sent her over the peak.

“Fuck, yeah,” Max said through clenched teeth, watching her twist and turn as she danced in his arms.

Violet fumbled with the tie on Max’s shorts, wanting them off him. She had to have him inside her. Once she got it undone, she tried yanking them down his body, all while still undulating in his arms. He removed his hand from her chest so that he could lower his shorts. Once he kicked them off, Max guided her toward the dresser.

“Keep your hands here,” he ordered as he placed her hands on the edge of the dresser, bending her at the waist.

She dropped her head, sighing, eagerly anticipating what was next. Her fingers tightened, her nails scratching the wood.

“Lift your head.”

Violet’s head popped up, her green eyes connecting with the gray of Max’s.

“Watch while I fuck you.”

And he plunged. Violet wasn’t ready for his thrust as her arms nearly buckled under her. But she quickly regained her balance, steadying herself, bracing for his next move.

He held her hip with one hand while he lovingly tortured her clit with the other, bringing the tension back up. Barely able to believe she was about to climax again, she welcomed every sensation as Max banged against her backside again and again. The force was delicious as she met him thrust for thrust.

Then, in a fevered pitch, they both shouted their pleasure with their release.

Max leaned over her to kiss her back before straightening, bringing Violet with him. “You are amazing.”

“You always make me feel that way.”

Once their bodies returned to normal, Max pulled out of her, but they continued to look at one another in the mirror, grinning like crazy. Then he nipped her shoulder and slapped her rear, pushing her toward the bathroom. “Go shower. I’ll order room service.”

“Don’t you want another shower?”

“Nah, I’m gonna go for a swim. Let the ocean wash me off.” He winked, bent to grab his shorts, and slipped them back on.

She made her way to the bathroom for a hasty shower. Just enough to wash off the sex sweat and tame her unruly bed head. She didn’t bother to blow dry her hair, knowing it’d just get wet again. She dried herself off with the towel and pranced back out to the bedroom feeling wonderful.

She pulled a bikini from the dresser, along with her sarong, and after dressing, joined Max on the balcony. He turned her way after lowering his drink, and she loved the smile that transformed his face.

“Hey, sexy. Mind if I have a sip?” She gave him a smile in return.

Max handed her the can of soda. After just the sip, she gave it back and turned to the beach. The water was less than a hundred yards from their room.

“It’s so gorgeous. Can’t wait to soak up the sun.”

“And as cute as that bikini is,” Max’s eyes raked over her, “I can’t wait to see the sun glaze your naked body.”

Violet looked down at her suit. “This is one of my new ones. Can’t I at least parade around in it for a while?” she playfully pouted.

“A very little while,” he teased, kissing her. He turned when he heard a knock on the door. “Bet that’s breakfast. I’ll bring it out here.”

Turning back toward the ocean, she tasted the salty air as she inhaled, enjoying the freshness the morning brought. She also enjoyed the giddiness and excitement she felt, hoping this shine, this rejuvenation they’d been experiencing, would only continue to build in momentum. Their sex life had become incredibly amazing, going beyond their usual boundaries as they discovered a higher-level of intimacy.

When Max rolled the breakfast cart onto the balcony, she glanced at him and smiled. Every time their eyes met, he had the ability to make her heart flutter as a newlywed caught up in the wonder of young love.

As they sat eating their fill, Max suggested exploring the surroundings, considering they’d kept to themselves during their stay so far. Violet agreed a walk around the resort would be pleasant, followed by plenty of lazy lounging in the sun.

Once they finished with their meal, they ventured out to make the most of the day.

****

The sight of his gorgeous wife intoxicated him. Max marveled at her timeless beauty and her recent transformation. He loved their life—both in and out of the bedroom. She had opened up to him and been willing to try new things, and now their sex was hotter than ever. Their entire perspective on life improved.

Take now for instance. Nude sunbathing. Well, he wasn’t completely nude, having covered his lap with a towel so as not to burn his package. But seeing Violet’s shapely backside browning in the sun—someplace other than their own back yard—was beautiful. He was so proud of her, setting aside her reservations, evolving.

His gaze ran up and down her body, taking in her trim form. She was petite and appeared fragile. But she was so much more. She was strong-willed and stubborn. She was honest, loving, and caring. And she was his.

They had been out on the beach for a few hours after exploring the resort, and even with sunscreen, he worried that Violet might be close to burning. Thankfully, there were awnings set up so that they could move to the shade and still enjoy the warm day and cool breezes.

Max reached over to caress her arm. “Hey, beautiful, let’s move to the shade. Can’t have you burning that tender flesh of yours.”

“Okay,” she said drowsily. “I am feeling a bit toasty.”

They pulled their loungers under a canopy. Just as Violet grabbed her sarong to cover up, Max stopped her. “Lie on your stomach. Let me put some lotion on you to soothe your skin.”

Smiling, she stretched out, pillowing her head on her hands. “That’d be nice.”

Max sat at her side and squirted lotion across her back, spreading it up to her shoulders, down across her rear, and over her legs. He gently worked the lubricant over her soft skin, tracing every curve, dip, and swell. He loved her tiny body and her responses to his touch as she sighed a bit here, squirmed a little there when he hit her ticklish spots.

“I love that coconut smell,” Violet said.

“Me too. It’s turning me on,” Max groaned as he rubbed across her shapely ass, cupping each cheek. He worked more lotion on her back but quickly returned to her rear. He dipped his fingers into her crease causing her to jump.

“Max,” Violet began to weakly protest while trying to lift off the chair.

He leaned in to whisper, “Relax.” He massaged her lower back with one hand while teasing her crease with the other. When she lifted slightly higher, responding to his touch, he slid his hand between her folds, feeling her moist heat. “See, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” He bent down, nipping her skin with his teeth while he rubbed her clit.

Max loved arousing her and loved watching her come apart in his arms. But before he could bring her to that peak, she suddenly turned, causing him to break contact with her. She stood and spoke, pleasantly surprising and arousing him as well.

“Lie down.”

He did as instructed, grinning like an idiot. Her eyes never left his as she mounted him, rubbing her slick sex across his erection.

“You like how wet I am for you?”

“Oh yeah.” He reached up to palm her breasts, pinching her nipples. He let her set the pace, grinding on him, coating him with her juices. Her skin was warm from the sun, slick from the lotion. Max ran his hands everywhere he could reach, enjoying the feel of her muscles working in her lower back as she moved above him.

Her eyes sparkled with the new confidence he saw in them. He especially loved that she felt brazen enough to have sex on the beach in the middle of the day. Her hand circled his dick, guiding it to her entrance as she lifted, ready to take him inside. As she lowered herself, encasing him, he took her hands in his, lacing their fingers together.

“You feel so damn good,” he said.

Violet lowered herself to rub her breasts across his chest. Her lips locked with his in a kiss she commanded, demanding he open for her as she caught his lower lip between her teeth. She swiped her tongue into his mouth as she continued to flex her hips in short pumps. Pulling her mouth from his, she rose, looking glorious to Max. Using their locked hands for leverage, she increased her pace, raising her hips and slamming back down on him.

“Yes, ride it, baby. Ride me hard.”

He’d never tire of hearing their flesh slamming together as she set a furious pace. He watched her breasts bounce, wanting to rise and take each peak in his mouth. But he laid prone, letting Violet work her magic over his cock.

Max experienced a mix of sensations as their bodies heated and sweat formed. Pure fucking euphoria.

She tightened around him, and he knew she was nearing her release. Panting, the pressure rising inside him, he was close too. Then like a firecracker, ready to explode, Violet’s pussy seized. Her internal muscles squeezed his cock as she cried out, her climax taking over. Then he followed with his own explosion, filling her with his cum. He released her hands, dragging her on top of him, hugging her to his chest as he pumped into her. She shuddered and quaked, sending more thrills through him.

They stay locked together in each other’s arm, breathing hard as the breeze blew across their skin, cooling their heated bodies.

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” Max whispered in her ear. He feathered his hands across her back, up and down her spine, causing her to squirm.

She giggled. “And you are insatiable.”

“Oh, I am? You’re turning into a little nympho,” he teased, squeezing her ass cheeks.

“I can’t help it. You just do something for me,” she teased right back.

“Good to know.” He quickly kissed her. “Let’s get wet.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh.

Violet climbed off Max, stretching her arms high above her head as he sat up on the lounger. He wrapped his arms around her middle, bringing her close so he could kiss her stomach. "Mmm, so hot.”

She ran her hands across his head, bending to kiss the top of it. He looked up, meeting her dreamy eyes. “I’m one lucky man.” He stood, hoisting her in his arms as they stayed around her middle. The sound of her laughter spread warmth through him as he walked with her into the water, bathing them in the refreshing coolness.

He released her so she slid down his body, reigniting his desire. Kissing her softly at first, teasing her lips with his tongue, it didn’t take long for him to deepen the kiss. She met his passion as their tongues tangled, and she moaned into his mouth.

He broke away, nipping at her throat. “God, Violet, I can’t get enough of you.”

“The feeling is mutual.” She drew her body back, allowing him access to her breasts.

Her nails dug into his ass. He lavished one breast then the other, pulling her nipples until he was sure she was ready to scream. Feeling his erection taking form, he was ready to drive into her again.

“I’m ready to fuck you again. Did you secretly slip an aphrodisiac into my drink?”

She chuckled. “No, but nice to know I have that effect on you.”

“Oh, you do.” He whirled them around in the water before nudging her toward the shore. Violet stiffened against him as he turned her, and she nestled closer to him. He looked down at her face, noticing her blush.

“We have an audience,” she whispered as she nodded her head toward the beach.

Max saw a couple walking near their area. They were completely naked as well. A quick glance had Max thinking they looked about the same age as him and Violet. Fit, confident, and leisurely strolling hand in hand, they hadn’t looked their way. Yet.

He looked down at his wife and grinned. “We can just stay here a few minutes longer and see if they pass. We knew we’d run into this sooner or later.” During their earlier walk, they had encountered a handful of people, but all had been similarly clothed as Max and Violet had been, in bathing suits. And while Max had no objection to viewing or being viewed in the buff, Violet’s reservations were evident as she squirmed.

“I guess I was hoping for later.”

He framed her face in his hands, making her look at him. “Violet, you’re a gorgeous woman. Don’t be embarrassed. There’s no need. No one judges here. We came here to loosen up.” He gave her a kiss. “So let’s loosen up.” He took her hand and led them further out into the waist-deep water. He turned to float on his back, smiling as she followed his lead.

They stayed for a while before submerging themselves in the water to cool off. Max looked up to check on the other couple, noticing they settled on the sand by the water’s edge.

“Well, unless we want to burn and prune at the same time, I think we better head to the beach.” He looked to his wife, gauging her reaction, and saw her continued hesitation. “Let’s go strut your stuff,” he teased, hoping to ease her nervousness. “Remember, they’re naked too. Just keep looking at their eyes.”

She laughed, smacking his ass. “You’re a big help.”

He took her hand and walked them out of the water. They approached the couple who took each other’s hands as well, huddling closely together. The woman was beautifully tanned with raven hair curled in a messy knot. The man had dark hair as well, curling past his ears and onto his neck. He stood only a few inches above the woman.

They greeted Max and Violet with a hello.

“Hello,” Max returned. Violet only nodded her head.

“I’d say we’re sorry to intrude,” the woman started, “but we were beginning to wonder if we’d ever see anyone else around, and I was in desperate need of company.” She chuckled.

“I’ve been a bit selfish,” the man added, kissing the woman’s temple. “Keeping her to myself most of the time for nearly a week. She said she’d go crazy if she didn’t get out for a bit.”

“We’re the Hardys,” the wife explained. “I’m Tara, and this is my husband, Dan.”

“I’m Max, Max Stephenson, and this is my wife, Violet.”

“Hello,” Violet finally spoke up.

“What a lovely name. Violet,” Tara said.

“Thank you.”

“Well,” Dan started, “I guess this is a bit awkward, but, we were wondering if you two would like to join us for dinner. Tara’s getting tired of conversation only with me.” He winked down at his wife.

She nudged his side. “Never. It’d just be nice to interact with others.”

Max looked down at Violet, trying to read her. As she looked up at him, she questioned with her eyes, then smiled and nodded. Max turned back to the Hardys and nodded as well. “Sounds good.”

“Great!” Tara responded. “We’re staying in cabana number four. Would you like to come over around six?”

“Sounds good, too,” Max replied.

“Any foods you don’t like?” Tara asked. “So I’ll know what not to get. Dan and I will eat just about anything.”

Violet finally spoke up. “I don’t eat anything raw, like sushi. But if you want it, that’s fine,” she quickly added.

“All right then. We’ll see you two later.” Tara smiled as she started to lead her husband away.

“Clothing optional,” Dan added, calling over his shoulder, earning a light slap from his wife.

“He’s teasing,” Tara said with a chuckle. “Be comfortable.”

Max and Violet watched the couple walk away, evident that they were completely at ease with their nakedness. He looked again to his wife. “Looks like we’re having dinner with the Hardys.”

Violet laughed. “That sounds so old-fashioned, and completely out of place as we just stood nearly toe-to-toe with another naked couple.”

Max leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks. I’m still wearing clothes tonight.” She winked up at him.

“Nice thing about clothes is they come off,” he whispered seductively.

“Max. You don’t really think… I mean, we’re not going to—” She looked like a scared rabbit caught in a snare.

“Relax, sweetheart. We aren’t going to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

****

After a stroll of their own, Violet and Max indulged in an afternoon nap before getting ready for their dinner. Each showered and dressed, with Max wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt, and Violet in a simple cotton dress that didn’t allow for a bra. She did, however, show Max that she put on her big-girl panties, which to his surprise and pleasure were red, skimpy, and lacey.

“I’ve changed my mind.” Max slid close to Violet. “I just wanna stay right here and rip those off with my teeth.”

Violet laughed as Max nuzzled her neck and slid her dress up her thighs. She playfully swatted his hands away and turned to face him. “Not so fast, mister.” She kissed him swiftly then took a step back. “We’ll go enjoy dinner, hopefully have some pleasant conversation, and then we can come back and play.”

“Slave driver,” he joked as he followed his wife out the door.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she drawled.

The evening was peaceful as they walked less than half a mile toward their destination. A mild breeze stirred the air as the waves rolled in, almost inviting them for another swim. Violet was tempted to remove her sandals and wade through the water. Maybe a moonlit skinny dip session was in order for later, she thought.

As if reading her thoughts, Max spoke up. “I can just picture you rising out of the water like Aphrodite, gloriously naked, moonlight shining on your slick skin.” He brushed a finger up her arm and across her bare shoulders and back.

“And you, my Adonis,” she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and continued, “unable to resist. Take me to the sand and make me yours.”

“Damn, woman.” He growled and kissed her hard, leaving her breathless.

They didn’t realize they were in front of cabana four until they heard someone clearing their throat, followed by a chuckle. “Sorry, again, to interrupt,” Dan started. “Just thought I’d step out and watch for your arrival.”

Violet drew back from Max’s embrace, taking ahold of his hand. She blushed, unable to respond.

“And here we are.” Max grinned. “Easy to get carried away.”

“Sure is,” Dan agreed. “So, come on in,” He gestured to the open door. “Tara’s got everything set up and is looking forward to the evening.”

“Thank you,” Violet said. While Dan was already without shoes, Tara and Max shed theirs at the door. Walking ahead of Max into the Hardy’s cabana, Violet saw Tara coming toward them. The men shook hands and followed her inside. Tara greeted Violet with a beaming smile and quick embrace. “You look lovely. Nice dress.”

Violet was a little surprised at the hug, seeing as they hardly knew one another, but she attempted to return it genuinely. She was also looking forward to this evening more than she realized. “Thank you. And you look stunning.” Tara wore a silk tunic of turquoise that looked like water cascading down her body. She complemented the outfit with abalone earrings and arm cuffs. Her feet were bare, toes painted purple.

“And thank you,” Tara replied. “I love wearing as little as possible. That’s why we love to vacation here.”

“How often do you come here?”

“Every year,” Tara answered, taking Violet’s arm and leading her to the patio. “Let’s go sit, drink, and spill our secrets.” Violet couldn’t help but grin, instantly at ease.

The husbands followed, grabbing beers for themselves.

“I have wine or the fixings for blended drinks,” Tara offered. “Pick your poison.”

“Wine, please.”

“There’s plenty to eat, so help yourself. Dan grilled some chicken and salmon earlier, and I have an assortment of fruit, cheese, and veggies.” Tara handed Violet her glass of wine before quickly continuing. “Oh, and of course, dessert later.”

“My favorite,” Dan said, clearly a gleam in his eye. Violet noticed the steamy look and eyebrow wiggle he gave his wife, to which she responded by blowing him a kiss.

“Have to admit,” Max started. “I’ve got quite the sweet tooth myself. But I’ll start with something more substantial.”

“Save room,” Tara quipped.

“Always room for dessert, right?” Max grinned.

The couples got comfortable around the patio table, nibbling on their food and sharing stories about their lives. Violet told them how she and Max met in college, how she went on to become a respiratory specialist, and Max a technician for the respirator equipment used in hospitals. They learned that Tara was now a dance instructor after retiring from professional dance, and Dan was an editor for a broadcasting station.

While Violet and Max had their daughter, who was now in college, the Hardys were childless at the age of forty, and planned on staying that way.

“Unless you count our entourage of animals.” Dan chuckled.

“I’m such a softy.” Tara smiled. “I rescue cats and dogs. We currently have three cats and five dogs. Oh, and cockatiels. They’re our babies and we love them. When we’re away, we have a trusted house sitter to care for them.”

“So do you travel quite a bit?” Violet asked. “You say you come here yearly?”

“We do,” Dan answered. “We travel twice a year, and one of those times is always here.”

“Since our first visit, we knew we’d always come back,” Tara added.

“Were you, you know, already experienced in this lifestyle when you first came here?” Max asked.

Violet felt a bit awkward talking to strangers about the subject but knew her husband had no qualms about it what so ever. She could already feel her face heating. She’d blame it on the wine, she told herself, taking a generous drink from her glass.

“We weren’t,” Tara admitted. “Like you, our first trip was our christening. We’ve been coming here for ten years now.”

Violet nearly choked on her drink, embarrassing herself. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Dan handed her a napkin. “You’ll learn that Tara’s not shy about the subject. Well, neither am I, I guess.” He laughed.

“Guess you can tell Violet and I are ‘resort virgins’, and though I’m not shy, this has been an adjustment for her.” He stared at his wife, honestly expressing his feelings. “I’m proud of her. We’ve had an amazing time so far.”

“I take it you haven’t engaged in swinging, group play, anything with other couples?” Tara asked, obviously not afraid to get personal.

“Um, no,” Violet said softly.

“Is it an area you’d like to explore?”

Violet looked at Tara, more than a little nervous, then to Max. Before she could respond, Max spoke up.

“It’s something we’ve discussed, but then tabled the subject. Until recently. In fact, I hinted tonight may be the night.”

“Max!”

While Max looked at her as if to say, “What? It’s the truth,” Tara comforted her.

“Violet, it’s okay. I was once in your position. Nervous, excited, embarrassed, doubtful. We knew friends who engaged in this, and well, we decided, what the heck! At first, I felt like I was doing something wrong, as if I was a freak for wanting this. But there’s nothing wrong about enjoying the pleasures of the body. No harm comes to anyone, only satisfaction beyond anything you can imagine.”

“There was never any jealousy?” Violet heard herself ask.

“Oh, I won’t lie and say never, but I quickly realized the love Dan and I have for each other will never change. He’s everything to me.”

“And she, to me,” Dan added. “This fantasy we indulge in takes our bond to another level. It’s about pleasure. That’s all.”

“At the end of the day, I’m married to one man and my life couldn’t be better.”

Violet still had her doubts. But before she could respond, Tara stood and approached her. “Come with me,” she said softly, taking Violet’s hand. At her wide-eyed look, Tara chuckled and continued. “It’s fine. Let’s go have some girl-time.”

Violet stood and walked with Tara into the cabana, noticing a look pass between her and Dan. Max reassured his wife with a wink. Walking away, she heard Dan and Max start to engage in conversation, but couldn’t make out what was being said.

“Tara,” she started nervously. “I don’t think—”

“Yes you do. But maybe you think too much. Time to just feel.”

She continued to be led through the cabana and into the bedroom. The sliding glass door was open allowing the last of the evening light to filter into the room. Violet also noticed candles burning throughout the room. Tara stopped and turned to her. A knowing smile crossed her face.

“You’re angry. You like being in control. You don’t like that control being taken away.”

“Something like that,” Violet said, not wanting to sound petulant. “I don’t like to have decisions made for me. I—”

“Violet, I know exactly how you feel. I really do. Part of me resisted because it went against everything I was taught growing up.”

“And the other part?

“The other part wanted to experience something different, another level of sensuality. Being a dancer, I connected with my partners in a very intimate way, expressing feelings through motion. I guess you could say this was a natural progression for me. Dan and I are completely faithful in our love for one another. This,” she reached out to run her hand up Violet’s arm and across her bare shoulder, “is about pleasure.”

Violet’s pulse raced. She wasn’t sure whether to flee before anything got started, or to break through that barrier toward something she knew, deep down, she wanted to try.

“How do I do this?” Her voice barely above a whisper.

“With help,” Tara answered softly. “We can do anything you want. Or stop at any time. This is about opening all your senses for enjoyment.”

“You had this planned when you invited us to dinner.” Violet made the statement, knowing there was no question about Tara’s intentions.

“I had hoped,” she shrugged while smiling. “When I saw you and Max in the water and what a sensual couple you were, I knew. And as much as Dan has been entertaining me, I was ready for some variety.” Her grin was wickedly sexy.

“What now?” Violet asked.

“Close your eyes,” Tara said.

“Why?” Violet asked nervously.

“Please, trust me.” Once Violet closed her eyes, Tara continued. “Now, listen to the ocean right outside this room. Smell the salty air. Feel the coolness of the breeze as it stirs through the room. Use your senses, Violet.”

Violet stood motionless, letting the evening wrap itself around her. She felt the breeze caress her skin. The gently crashing waves set a soothing rhythm of calmness. Vanilla and citrus tickled her nose as the aroma from the candles filled the air. She heard, something, but couldn’t make out what it was. Then Tara spoke.

“Open your eyes whenever you want.”

And Violet did. She instantly flushed when she saw Tara standing naked in front of her, having removed her tunic and draped it across a chair. And if she were being honest with herself, she was aroused. Tara was a beautiful woman.

“You like what you see and there’s no shame in that.”

“You’re stunning,” Violet said.

“Thank you. And from what I saw at the beach, you are, too.”

“No, I’m—”

“Violet,” Tara interrupted. “You are. Let me show you.” She approached Violet, reaching for the ties of her dress behind her neck. “May I?”

Violet could only nod her head in affirmation.

Tara loosened them, letting the garment drop away to reveal Violet’s chest. She then reached around her to unzip the rest, allowing the dress to pool on the floor. Violet quickly drew in her breath at the feel of Tara’s hands on her shoulders.

“Step forward and turn around,” Tara took a step back.

When Violet turned, she saw herself positioned in front of Tara in the reflection of the mirror on the wall. And she had to admit to herself she was a striking woman who was proud of her body. Tara was only a few inches taller than Violet, richly tanned and curvy. While Violet was curvy also, her proportions were slightly smaller. Her sun-kissed skin was lighter next to Tara’s. Both women’s eyes were bright with excitement.

Tara walked in front of Violet, her hands never leaving her body. “I could entice you with music or toys.” Her knuckles gently skimmed across Violet’s nipples. “But let’s skip to that dessert I talked about and employ your sense of taste.” She smiled.

Tara took Violet’s hands in hers and led her around the bed where she now noticed a bowl of cut fruit, a bowl of cream, and a bottle of chocolate sauce. “Cliché, I know, but oh so fun and yummy.” Tara laughed.

Violet couldn’t help but laugh as well. “I tried this, years ago with Max, and felt so idiotic,” she confessed. “The second time went a bit better.”

“I’m open for more practice.”

Violet startled at the sound of her husband’s voice. He and Dan stood just inside the bedroom, both of their gazes drifting back and forth between her and Tara. Both wore predatory stares. And if the bulges in their pants were any indication of their readiness, Violet would have to say they looked ready to pounce.

His next words stunned Violet. “We’re here to watch.”

“For now,” Dan added.

****

Violet looked to her husband, questioning. He gave her a slight nod before he sat in one of the lounge chairs near the sliding glass door. Dan followed, sitting in the one where Tara had placed her dress.

Violet looked to Tara, apprehension creeping back to the forefront of her mind. But Tara smiled, mouthed the word, “relax,” and led her to the edge of the bed. She then reached for a strawberry and dipped it into the cream before bringing it to Violet’s mouth. With her eyes never leaving Tara’s, Violet took a bite, savoring the mix of sweet and tart.

Tara then squeezed chocolate sauce onto her own fingers and placed them on Violet’s lips. Violet licked before sucking the fingers into her mouth. When Tara withdrew, she put more sauce on her fingers and smeared them across Violet’s nipples. Violet’s eyes got wider as she followed Tara’s movements to her breasts. Tara began to lick, cleaning every bit of chocolate from her while Violet’s desire kicked up a few notches.

Violet couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped her mouth, her eyes nearly closing. She felt Tara’s hands stroke down her back to the edge of her panties and slip them over her hips. Tara broke away from Violet’s breast to squat in order to remove the panties, putting her eye level with Violet’s pussy.

Violet instinctively stepped to the side out of her panties, while Tara stood, grinning.

“Let’s go to the bed.” Tara took Violet’s hand again, guiding them to the king-sized bed. Both crawled on to the bed, kneeling. Violet now wanted her hands on Tara as they faced one another. Violet skimmed her hands across Tara’s breasts, down her abs. Her skin was so smooth, so warm. She looked into her eyes, and Tara said, “Whatever you want.”

Violet returned to Tara’s breasts, tweaking the nipples. She had on occasion, fondled her own breasts, heightening her own pleasure while Max performed oral sex on her. Just like her thoughts when viewing porn, she never thought touching another woman’s breasts would bring about such excitement in her. Violet leaned forward to draw a nipple into her mouth, licking and nipping, all while massaging the other. And with her free hand, she traced her fingers up and down Tara’s ribs.

Tara reacted by moaning, arching her chest forward and leaning her head back. Violet felt the woman’s hands on her shoulders. After giving equal attention to each breast, Violet lifted her head, watching Tara’s face. When Tara opened her eyes, Violet saw delight. The women smiled at one another, and what Tara said next further excited her.

“I want to go down on you.”

Violet’s nipples pebbled and her pussy tightened at those words. She gave her consent by moving to lie back on the bed. As she moved, she noticed Max rubbing his crotch, an intense look on his face. He must be okay with this, as he made no move to intervene.

Violet lay there, feeling the bed shift as Tara moved next to her, a creamy strawberry in one hand, and the chocolate sauce in the other. She leaned over Violet, bringing the berry to her mouth, and as Violet took a bite, juice ran from her lip, making its way down her cheek. Tara licked Violet’s face, cheek to lip, stopping short of kissing her. Tara drew back, hovering, and took the rest of the berry in her own mouth, finishing it off. Violet reached out to frame Tara’s face, bringing it closer. While Tara braced herself with her hand on the bed, Violet brought their lips together in a tentative, exploratory kiss. They gently nipped and sucked, tongue and teeth engaging in the act.

Tara was first to draw back, smiling down at her. With the chocolate sauce still in hand, Tara shimmied down the bed, spreading Violet’s legs and knelt by her side, drizzling the sauce along Violet’s skin. Tara then followed with her tongue, working her way from the valley between her breasts down to her navel. Violet’s skin tingled, enjoying the sensations as her anticipation built and her insides heated. She simply opened herself to the experience as she’d been instructed to do.

When Tara lifted her head, Violet watched her squirt sauce on her own tongue before settling between Violet’s spread legs. She then bent forward to lick her folds. Violet couldn’t help but jerk, throwing her head back and lifting her pelvis, pushing her pussy harder into Tara’s face. Her hands found purchase on the sheets, anchoring herself while Tara performed magic she thought only her husband would ever do.

And just like that, Max was on the other side of the bed, bending over to stroke his fingers through Violet’s hair. His face upside down above hers, he kissed her forehead and whispered, “You are absolutely gorgeous. And I am so turned on right now.” He peppered her face with kisses before moving away. While she tried to concentrate on his movements, Tara’s manipulation of her clit was driving her insane. She closed her eyes, writhing and moaning, her pleasure obvious as her hesitation seemed to float away on the breeze.

Violet felt Tara’s fingers push into her core, forcing a cry from the back of her throat. She then felt a mouth on her breast and her eyes flew open. Max was naked, hovering above her, one hand braced by her side as he lavished one breast then another with his tongue and teeth. The onslaught from both Max and Tara was amazing. She felt drunk with euphoria, barely able to focus. She did, however, manage to see a naked Dan positioning himself behind his wife, running his hands all over her body.

She almost laughed at the thought that crossed her mind. She was one link in this human sex chain.

Violet released the sheets to run her hands across Max’s ribs and palm his ass cheeks before moving between his legs with one hand to cup his balls. She skimmed his thick erection down to the tip, smearing the drop of cum that seeped out. He groaned and nipped her breast with more force than usual. It felt exquisite.

Just as Violet seemed ready to explode in orgasm from Tara’s attention, Tara’s mouth left Violet’s body, and her scream sliced through the room. Violet and Max looked together to see that Dan had thrust into his wife from behind. With Tara still bent over her body, Violet’s emotions teetered between feeling intrusive to feeling at the height of arousal.

Before she realized what was happening, Max was pulling her away from Tara, shifting her on the bed, and positioning her on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and did some thrusting of his own, right into her hot, wet pussy. Violet screamed, echoing Tara’s cry from just moments ago.

Both women’s gazes locked on one another. Ecstasy was evident. For reasons Violet couldn’t even explain, she reached for Tara. Their hands locked around each other’s wrists, their focus on one another. As their husbands slammed in to them, driving them closer to that edge with wild abandon, they connected in shared desire.

Violet shrieked as Max fingered her clit and sent her reeling. Relishing her husband’s simultaneous release, she felt his warmth spread throughout her body. She also felt Tara’s release in the convulsions that shook her arms, and Violet heard the guttural cries from her and Dan.

Slowly, she released Tara’s arms and collapsed to her chest as Max pulled out of her and rested his chest against her back. He kissed her neck while she sighed contently before looking up. Tara and Dan were doing the same.

Violet and Tara grinned at one another.

“I’m glad you trusted me,” Tara softly said.

Violet could only giggle. Suddenly, she sprang up, nearly head-butting Max.

“Hey.” Max chuckled. “Where’s the fire?”

“I’d say, in your shorts, but you’re currently naked, and I think we just took care of that burning desire.” Violet couldn’t help but laugh.

Tara joined in, “I think I know what she wants.”

Violet indicated the sliding glass door and Tara nodded her head. Together they scrambled away from their husbands, grabbed hands, and fled toward the beach laughing like little girls. They ran until they hit the water, diving into the cool tranquility. Just as they surfaced, their husbands, already at the water’s edge, watched with growing smiles on their faces as the moonlight shone on their gloriously naked forms.

Violet and Tara rose out of the water together, pushing their hair away from their faces.

“Just as I told you,” Max began. “My Aphrodite.” He walked to Violet, wrapped her tightly in his arms, and kissed her fiercely.

As the kiss ended, Violet glanced at the other couple who were also in each other’s embrace, and she said, “This may sound silly, but thank you for a wonderful evening,”

“You’re welcome,” Tara returned. “But it doesn’t have to be over. Would you like to come back in for another drink? Or, anything else?” she added with a wink.

“How ‘bout a shower then drinks and conversation?” Violet suggested.

The couples made their way to the bathroom, showering separately and redressing. For a few more hours, they enjoyed those drinks and the conversation, getting to know one another quite well.

“So,” Dan started, “let’s talk about the next few days.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing Violet and Max to share more laughs with their new friends.

****

Two days later, Tara had concluded leading everyone through a naked yoga session on the beach, minus the grunts, groans, and giggles that ensued during the first session. Tara had to admit that while she and Max were in good shape, their first attempt at yoga left them feeling otherwise. They used muscles not even sex had engaged. And between the two of them, poor Max was the most sore, continuing to grunt through many of the poses.

The giggles happened during some of the more precarious stances.

“You have to admit,” Dan started, “seeing a man’s flaccid penis dangling between his legs during down-dog is anything but a turn-on.”

“True,” Max agreed. “But dangling breasts are a different story.” He slid close to Violet’s backside. “And your wet crease is just begging to be plundered,” he whispered saucily in her ear while running his fingers down her ass crack, dipping into her wet folds.

Violet had lost enough of her inhibitions and gained so much confidence over the past few days that she bent forward a bit while spreading her legs, grinding herself against her husband. “Have at it, big boy.”

“Don’t tease me, woman,” he groaned.

While looking over her shoulder, Violet grinned. “Who says I’m teasing?” She wiggled her fanny. “I think I’m getting even more limber,” she added coyly. She bent completely forward, her hands pressing into the sand, leaving her ass in the air with her pussy exposed.

Tara and Dan laughed, and Violet would’ve joined in had her breath not caught at the sudden presence of Max’s erection sliding between her folds. She really shouldn’t have been surprised at his actions. Her husband was all sex, all the time. Again, not that she’d complain. And her teasing only added to his desire.

Heat enveloped Violet as Max bent over her, lifting her back to his chest while guiding his cock into her. With his arms around her, he cupped a breast with one hand while his other found its way to her clit. She sighed, arching with his touch, not even embarrassed to be doing this in broad daylight. And with all that they’d done with Tara and Dan, she wasn’t ashamed to have them witness their actions.

When Violet no longer heard laughter, she briefly looked to see what the other couple was doing, and found them. Tara sat atop her husband close by in the sand, riding Dan slowly while he massaged his wife’s breasts. As Tara’s pace increased, so did the couple’s moans.

Violet closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of what Max was doing to her. She knew she was a changed woman, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. These days, not only with Max, the love of her life, but with the Hardys, had been some of the best she’d ever experienced. She’d never felt more connected to life. This sense of freedom, this sort of exhilarating empowerment was something she needed. Something her husband needed from her.

Max penetrated her over and over using shallow thrusts while his attention to her clit brought her close to the brink. Violet rocked in his arms, hardly able to believe she still had the strength to remain upright. She began to tremble, losing control. Her legs were weakening as Max held her, and he must have felt it.

“Yeah, come hard for me, baby.” While remaining inside her, he guided them down to the sand. Violet went to her hands and knees while Max continued thrusting until she shattered.

Violet convulsed with her orgasm, wailing her approval of what her husband had wrung from her. She clenched tightly around him, spurring Max on to his release. “Fuuuuuck,” she moaned as he gave one more pump before grabbing her hips to get her as close as possible before exploding. She dropped her head as their bodies rippled together. Max hugged her close and rolled them to their sides in the sand.

Tara and Dan released their own cries almost immediately. When they finished, Tara rolled next to Dan as he slung his arm across her body, spooning her into his body.

“Now that’s an exercise routine I can certainly get behind,” Max said.

“Pun intended,” Dan added.

As they all laughed, Max swatted Violet’s rump. “And you, Miss Potty Mouth. You’ve never said that word like that.”

“Are you referring to the F-word?” Violet blushed, as she rarely used that word at all. “I was caught up in the moment and said the first thing that came to mind.”

“I liked it,” Max growled.

Violet turned her face to his and gave him a quick peck before scooting out of his embrace. “Time to get wet.”

“Didn’t I just make that happen?” Max teased.

“Yes you did, thank you very much.” Violet held out her hands for her husband. “Time to get in the ocean.” When he grabbed her hands, she pretended to struggle to pull him to his feet. He sprung up and snatched her, throwing her over his shoulder. He proceeded to make a dash for the water as she squealed with delight.

While bouncing on Max, Violet watched Tara and Dan laughing as they stood and calmly walked to the water. She no sooner saw them step into the ocean when she felt Max lift her off him and pretend to toss her in the surf.

“No!” she protested with laughter.

He barked with his own laughter as he cradled her in his arms. “I’ve got you, silly woman.” Max nuzzled her neck as he released her legs, allowing her to stand on her feet. He kept his arms around her waist as he captured her mouth in a languid kiss.

One of the many, many pleasures she enjoyed from her husband.

“How about we head inside to shower off this sand?” Tara suggested.

“Sounds great,” Violet answered.

The couples made their way into Violet and Max’s cabana and into the spacious shower all at once, close to each other but under their own jet. As Violet watched the Hardys in the shower, she admired their beautiful bodies and the ease with which they seemed to live their lives. She admired her husband for his devotion and confidence in her, and for the push to enjoy this new adventure. He gave her strength she didn’t realize she had, and did more than boost her self-esteem.

Violet’s pulse sped up just thinking about her love for Max, all they’d shared, and the new experiences they’d enjoyed with the sexy couple in the shower with them. The energy was unmistakably electrifying.

Would it be too soon to be even bolder? She longed to find out.

As everyone rinsed and soaped their sandy bodies, Violet led Max closer to the Hardys. She ran her hands across Tara’s back but didn’t linger. She gave the woman a wink before sliding in between Tara and Dan. As she faced him, she ran her hands up Dan’s arms and down his torso. From the corner of her eye, she watched Tara turn to Max, parroting Violet’s moves. Both men seemed content to allow the women to take the lead, allowing exploration of their bodies.

As much time as the two couples had spent tangled up with one another lately, Violet still had to brush aside the initial flare of jealousy. This was physical pleasure. No emotional bonding.

She slid around to Dan’s backside, running her soapy hands along his back and down his muscular legs. Coming back up, she focused on his tight ass, tracing the contours of his terrific form. She pressed the front of her body to his back as she moved her hands around his waist, feeling his abdomen, down the valley of his groin, and finally to his growing erection.

Before either could question her intentions, she boldly moved to his front and sat on the bench against the wall before him. She cast a quick glance to her husband and Tara before taking Dan into her mouth. Keeping her eyes open, she watched him flatten his palms against the shower wall above her, his head bent forward looking down at her. She briefly stared into his eyes as she sucked his cock, fisting the base of it. Drawing it in and out, she swirled her tongue over the tip before taking him deep inside her mouth again.

While she continued to suck him, she saw movement in her peripheral and looked to see Tara nearly mirroring her. The woman was on her knees, sucking Violet’s husband off. Max’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, pelvis thrusting as he threaded his fingers through Tara’s hair holding her head.

A groan from Dan brought her full attention back to him. She scraped her nails up his thigh, into his groin area, and around to his ass. She dug her nails in a little bit, bringing him closer to her.

“Jesus, Violet, I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep that up,” he growled.

Violet broke free for a moment to say, “I’m ready.” She resumed her sucking, licking, and nipping. She increased her pace and felt the tension coiling in the man as he fisted his hand in her hair. Unable to hold back, his climax had him exploding, and Violet took it all in. As he finished, his head sagged, his gaze caught hers, and a naughty smile curved his lips.

With Violet still sitting on the bench, Dan went to his knees in front of her, spread her legs, and attacked her engorged pussy, bringing her to a quick climax. Through the sexual haze that had taken over, Violet looked to see Tara against the shower wall, Max’s head buried in her sex. Tara’s cries of pleasure rang out causing Violet to smile.

“I know just how you feel,” she whispered to herself.

Dan lifted Violet’s spent body to rinse them off before exiting the shower. Max and Tara were quickly behind them. As the men went to their wives, Violet welcomed her husband’s embrace.

“I guess you were okay with that?”

“Yeah,” he started before leaning in close. He spoke into her ear, words meant only for her. “But you taste so much better.”

Violet shuddered in her husband’s arms.

“Is it safe to say that this won’t be your last time at this?” Tara asked.

“Absolutely,” Violet answered with a wicked grin.

“I like the sound of that,” Dan chimed in.

****

Another day later, the couples were relaxing in the shade after spending the day surprisingly not engaging in any sex. After a morning yoga routine, they took kayaks on the water and spent a few hours touring around the island.

“Happy anniversary,” Violet told Max.

“That’s right, it’s your anniversary!” Tara said. “Today’s the actual day. And Happy New Year’s Eve!”

“Yes,” Violet answered. “Twenty-five years this man’s had to put up with me.” She teased her husband.

“It’s been a hardship, but I’ve managed.” He winked.

“I’m so glad we get to share in your celebration,” Tara added.

“Congratulations,” Dan said.

“Thank you, both,” Violet spoke. “I’m looking forward to our last night together, but not to saying good bye.” Sadness laced her voice. “We’ve grown so close in such a short time.”

“Closer than most,” Max quipped as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Violet swatted his arm. “You know what I mean.”

“I do, babe. Just trying to joke. Doesn’t have to be sad.”

“And we don’t have to say good bye,” Dan said. “We just say, ‘until next time’.”

“Definitely,” Tara agreed. “You two go rest and we’ll see you later. We’ll make it a most memorable night.”

The couples picked up their few belongings and walked in different directions to their own cabanas. Once inside, Violet and Max took a hasty shower before collapsing on the bed together.

They’d nap and look forward to their final night with the Hardys.

****

Max lightly ran his fingers across Violet’s cheeks as they faced one another upon waking.

“Hard to believe we have to leave this paradise and return in two days.” Violet sighed.

“Just because we’re leaving doesn’t mean the fun has to end,” Max said. “Our relationship has only gotten better, and stronger. And if we want to continue exploring our wild, sexual side, there are places in our own neighborhood. So to speak,” he added quickly when Violet raised her brows.

“Really?”

“Really.” He chuckled. “If you want to continue, we can.” Max liked seeing Violet happy. “And if not, that’s okay too. I think we’ve learned and experienced plenty to continue to feed our desires. But like I’ve told you a million times, you’re all I need.”

“A million?” she teased.

“At least.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips before sitting up, bringing her with him. As they faced one another, Max held her hands. “Ready for one more adventurous night before you’re stuck with just me?”

“Oh, Max, I’ll always love being stuck with you.”

“Hmm.” He grinned and kissed her again before pulling her to her feet. “Let’s get ready.”

Once showered and dressed, Max as casual as ever in shorts and t-shirt, and Violet in only a slip of a dress—no undergarments—they left their cabana to join Tara and Dan for one more night of shared pleasure.

Hand in hand, they strolled leisurely in the sand, the night lit up brilliantly by the full moon. A few steps away from their destination, Max brought them to a stop and turned his wife in his arms. He tenderly framed her face and gave her a deep kiss. When he pulled back, loving the drowsy desire he saw on her face, he gave one more nip. “I love you so much, Violet.”

With her eyes fully open, her smile lit up his world. “I love you so much, too, Max.” After pausing for a moment, she then asked, “Everything okay?”

“Sure. Just wanted to kiss my wife. We walk through that door and it may be a while until I get another chance.” He tried to sound teasing, but a niggling thought in the back of his mind had him hesitating at proceeding. He quickly shoved that aside, readying himself to enjoy one more night of carnal pleasure.

Violet giggled as she looped her arm around his and propelled them forward. “You’re silly. You can kiss me any time.”

He bent down to kiss the top of her head before stepping to the cabana. After knocking, Dan was quickly opening the door and welcoming them inside. “Come in, Tara’s got everything ready for a celebration.”

Max led Violet inside, and they were greeted by a very exuberant Tara. “Hey, hey! Happy anniversary, again.” She hugged them both. When she pulled away, she asked if they wanted champagne. “We got a great bottle and Dan is ready to open it.”

“Absolutely,” Violet said.

While Dan worked on the bottle, Tara grabbed two glasses, and once the cork was popped, frothy goodness poured forth. She caught the golden liquid in each glass and handed them to Max and Violet. She then grabbed two more to fill for herself and her husband. Initiating a toast, she lifted her glass. “Too many more years of adventure and happiness.”

Everyone cheered and took a drink.

“Now, let’s eat.” Tara grinned.

As the couples filled their plates, they got comfortable with the conversation, and before long, they had indulged in finishing off the entire bottle of the bubbly.

Violet excused herself to use the bathroom, wobbling just a bit, and once she left the room, Tara carried on with the conversation. “With all we’ve engaged in, Max, there’s never been play between just you and Dan. Is it because you’d prefer to avoid that, or the situation just never presented itself?”

Max shifted a bit uncomfortably, processing his answer. He didn’t want to offend the couple, but he wanted to be completely honest. “Ah, both, I guess. I haven’t felt the urge to go male on male. No offense, Dan,” he quickly added with a chuckle.

“None taken.” Dan finished the last of his drink and set his glass aside.

“Have you ever had pleasure with a guy?” Tara asked. “Have one fondle you, jerk you off, suck you off, or you return any of those favors?”

Max spewed a bit of his drink at Tara’s blatant questioning. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, getting a little uncomfortable with the direction her questioning. “Uh, no. I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite, I’m all for man and woman, woman and woman, but honestly, I’m not into other men. Again, no offense.” He looked between Tara and Dan, suddenly wishing Violet was here to be his buffer.

Dan laughed and waved Max’s concern away. “Really, no worries. I experimented a bit, but like you, I prefer a woman.” Just then, Violet returned to the room, passing in front of Dan as she headed toward Max. But before she could reach him, Dan surprised her by snagging her around the waist and pulling her to his lap. “Like this beauty.” He playfully nipped her exposed neck while running his hands from her waist up to her breasts, squeezing them through her poor excuse for a dress.

While Violet let out a drunken giggle, Max had to control the urge to rip his wife from the man’s arms, right before he ripped the man’s arms from his body.

What the hell is wrong with me? We’ve been enjoying these two for three days, and now I get jealous?

Was it jealousy? Was it possessiveness? Had he had enough?

It was his anniversary after all, and maybe Max was just ready to have his wife back. Only his wife.

He could see Dan had slipped a hand beneath Violet’s dress, and by the way her head was leaning back against Dan, her mouth parted, her body twisting, he was pleasuring her. Again, Max had the uncontrollable urge to spring up and get the man’s hands away from what was his.

Before another thought entered his mind, Tara was in front of him, blocking his view of Violet in Dan’s lap. “You are wound entirely too tight, Max,” she cooed.

Only this time the sound of her voice suddenly began to grate on him. He tried to relax and offer a polite smile, but knew he was failing. When she hiked up her dress and straddled his lap, her bare pussy flashed as the material bunched at her waist. He sat passively back while her hands landed on his shoulders and began massaging down his chest.

As she reached his shorts, all while staring into his eyes, smiling with what she obviously thought was seduction, she worked them loose and grabbed his dick. A flash of disappointment passed in her eyes as she found him soft. On a mission to change that, she fisted him and stroked, trying to entice an erection.

Only it wasn’t happening. Max had no desire at the moment, no urge to engage in anything sexual with this woman. He looked beyond Tara’s shoulder and saw Dan releasing his own erection. He was trying to lift Violet’s leg and position it between them, clearly intent on fucking her. And by Violet’s reaction, it was clear she was trying to stave off his advances.

Dan barely held himself in control; reigning in his fury before he went ballistic. He grabbed Tara’s wrists and halted her movements before gently lifting her off his lap. Ignoring her confused stare, he pushed past her and went to his wife. He leaned over her and took her offered hands while whispering, “I think I’ll take it from here.” Flashing a knowing look at Dan, as if to say, I don’t fucking think so, he lifted his wife from the man’s lap.

Max pulled Violet into his side, noticing the relieved look she gave only him.

“Sorry, easy to get carried away.” Dan tried to smooth over his actions. Tara had joined her husband’s side, placing her hand on his shoulder. Dan’s hand came up to cover it and looked up at her with the same desire he’d just shown another man’s wife.

Max stopped himself from shaking his head, unable to believe where the night had suddenly gone. He thought he’d been looking forward to sexual pleasure, but now all he could think about was getting himself and his wife away from here and back into their own cabana. Just as he was about to say something lame and makes excuses to leave, Violet spoke out.

“This is going to sound really cliché, but I’ve just developed the worst headache. I’m not used to so much champagne, I guess.” She looked to Max then back to Tara and Dan, toggling between the couple. “I can’t thank you enough for tonight; for all these days, really. It’s been so wonderful. But…”

“But you’d probably prefer to just go rest with your husband,” Tara politely offered. “It is your anniversary, after all.”

Tara walked to Violet and gave her a hug, then repeated the gesture with Max. He returned the act with as much friendliness as he could. When she pulled back, he held one of her hands. “Thank you, Tara. It, it—” As much as he wanted to leave, he didn’t want to end this on a sour note with the couple. They knew nothing of his inner turmoil, and they really didn’t deserve his anger.

Tara simply nodded as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. “Go enjoy your night.”

Dan stood behind his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist, smiling. “It’s been a pleasure. You know where we’ll be this time next year if you think you want to return.”

“Something to keep in mind,” Max simply offered before looking down at Violet. “Ready?”

“Yes.” She went to the Hardys, giving each another hug before exchanging more pleasantries. “Safe travels home.”

“You as well,” Tara offered.

Max nodded to them before steering Violet out of the cabana and toward their own.

****

Once inside, Violet plopped on the bed with her eyes closed while she heard Max lock the door. The bed depressed as he joined her, lightly running a finger across her forehead.

“Need something for that headache?”

She opened her eyes and turned to look at her husband. “Only you.” Lifting her hand, she ran her thumb across his strong jaw before cupping his cheek. “Would you think me terrible if I told you I really don’t have a headache?”

His mouth curved in a smile as his eyes lit up and he laughed. “Hell, no. I was trying to come up with excuses for us to leave when you said you had the headache.”

“Really?” She sat up. “You didn’t want to be there, either?”

“No, I really didn’t. I mean, prior to going, sure, I thought I was looking forward to the evening. But as soon as we stepped through the door, maybe even before, I just wanted to turn around, come back, and have you all to myself.”

She grabbed his hands and held them between hers. “Oh, Max, why didn’t you say something? I would’ve understood.”

“Because I thought you wanted it. I mean, you’ve been opening yourself up, and these experiences have been fuckin’ fantastic, and I—”

“You’re my husband, and you’re all that matters.”

“No, Violet. You matter, too.” Max framed her face and kissed her lightly. “I was all for this, and maybe I pushed you too much into trying this. But then you really seemed to like it, and yeah, maybe I started to get jealous. Hell, I did get jealous.”

“Max, you silly man.” She bracketed her hands over his and pulled them into her lap. “I did like it, but I’ve come to realize I don’t need it. All I need is you. And as much as I enjoyed what we experienced with Tara and Dan, when he pulled me into his lap, I really didn’t want to be there. Thank God you rescued me.”

“Fuck, I was ready to tear his limbs from his body for touching you like he did.”

Thanks to the effects of the champagne, Violet giggled. “Really?” She got up on her knees and scooted close to Max’s body, looping her arms around his neck. “My hero.” She kissed him as his arms banded around her waist.

“I’m just a possessive husband who only wants his wife.”

“You’re my world, Max,” she returned softly, kissing him again.

He ran a hand down her ass, lifting the dress away until it exposed her lower body. “This really needs to go.”

She shimmied the dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. Max laid her back on the bed, reverently exploring her body as if she were a prized possession. He trailed his fingers across her skin, eliciting shivers before ending up between her thighs. With a sigh, she parted her legs, allowing him access to her heated core.

He bent to take her mouth in the most gentlest of kisses, lavishing her thoroughly. As he manipulated her clit, ready to have her body register at least a nine on the Richter scale, his mouth moved to her breasts. When Violet attempted to reach for him, Max stopped her. “No, just feel. This is all for you, sweetheart.”

She stretched her hands above her head, arching at his touch. With her body primed and her mind in a fog, she lost herself in the delirium that Max brought on. Just as she was ready to combust, he rose off her, quickly getting naked.

“Max,” she groaned.

“I’m right here, baby.” He towered above her, straddling her. Grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist, he then guided his cock to her pussy. Slowly, teasingly, he slid back and forth between her folds, slicking himself before he entered her, seating himself to the hilt and holding there.

“You feel so good deep inside me,” Violet rasped. Her insides squeezed. She lifted her legs until her knees were practically near her own head. She wanted him as deep as he could possibly go.

“Fuck, that’s fantastic,” he ground out. “I’m not going to last long.”

“I don’t want you to. I want you to come inside me so hard.”

“Are you ready for me?” He slowly withdrew, only a fraction before sliding back in.

“My pussy is so hungry for you,” she said, no longer hesitant at her choice of words. “You’re all I need.”

“Show me.” He gyrated his hips, staying buried deep within her.

Violet raked her nails down his abs, reaching between their bodies to touch herself. Her clit was swollen, heated, her entire pussy engorged, just like Max’s beautiful cock. She stroked the sensitive nub, so close to falling apart, so close to flying.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged. “I feel you getting tighter.” He moved his hips, one stroke, two. “Only you, Violet, only you. Make me come.”

Sighs turned to whimpers then she was gasping for breath as she rubbed herself harder, convulsing as a climax tore through her. Before he could take another stroke, he threw back his head and shouted as he was pushed over the edge, releasing his hot cum into her body. She pulsed and ground against him, drawing out as much pleasure as she could for the both of them.

Violet pulled Max to her chest, needing him closer; just needing him. She knew they were forever changed, and looked forward to another twenty-five years together.

“I love you, wife,” he whispered while peppering her skin with kisses.

“And I love you, husband,” she returned, soaking up his adoration.

Best anniversary ever.