A Very Lucky Wife

I have never told a soul about this and probably never will but after discovering this site, and reading all of the different stories I think I can anonymously tell my story. I've been itching to tell someone, but I think this will serve as my outlet. It is the only time I have ever cheated on my husband and I can remember every detail as if it yesterday. It may be tame compared to other stories on this site but it's a big deal to me and I still find it erotic to think back on it and the thought of writing about it, and having people read about it is exciting.

I am 44 years old and my husband and I met in college and have been married for 21 years. We have two great kids - twins, a boy and a girl who are college freshmen. I couldn't ask for a better husband and our relationship has been fantastic. We are each other's best friend and our marriage has been rock solid. When we fight, we fight fair and get over it. I love him with all my heart and I know, without a doubt that he feels the same. It makes what happened a few years ago very puzzling to me and I feel very fortunate to come out of it unscathed.

One of the things that keeps our marriage strong is that about once a year we take a vacation without the kids. Sometimes it's just a domestic trip but other years we do something bigger that always involves warm weather and a beach or two.

In our normal lives we are a very conservative family. We rarely drink, and if we do it's only a glass of wine or a beer on occasion. My husband may have a cigar with the guys once in a blue moon but we keep in very good physical condition. We are both working professionals, I am an engineer and my husband works in finance. We are involved in the community though PTA, church and our kids sports. I dress as such, alternating from casual work attire to jeans and t-shirts or sweaters on weekends. We don't go out much and prefer family time at home to parties and nights out. Our sex life is good, sometimes infrequent with our busy lives, but it's satisfying.

During our one week of vacation alone each year, all that goes out the window and we get naughty.

It started many years ago with a trip to Jamaica. Bloody Mary's on the beach each morning, drinks throughout the day by the pool and parties at night. For the first time since college we sampled the product Jamaica is known for and did it often. The resort we were stayed had a clothing optional side and after a few days of gathering our courage (meaning smoking more pot), we began frequenting that side. Our swim suits ended up back in our suitcase for the remainder of the trip.

Our subsequent vacations sometimes include public nudity and pot but is not a requirement. Our sex life always explodes. We fuck a couple of times a day. We try different positions and are much more uninhibited. I bring sexier lingerie and buy more provocative...actually slutty...clothing and wear more makeup for the nights out. I make it a point a few weeks ahead of time to grow my nails long and have a pedi and mani with dark color nail polishes before we go, which he loves. We have FUN!! No one at home would recognize us. To be clear, our sex is always with each other and neither of us had ever, in our 23 years of marriage, been sexual with anyone else (other than this one time). No threesomes, swinging, affairs or anything close to it.

Three years ago we took one of our trips to a small, out of the way, tropical resort. Our hotel room looked out over the pool and out onto the ocean. The room was on the 5th or 6th floor, I can't remember exactly. The balconies in our section were private and hovered almost directly over the pool so when you looked down, all you could see was the pool. You had lean your body over a bit to see sunbathers on the building side of the pool. The balconies were a solid wall (rather than open railings) and only about four feet high (not to US building codes) so likewise, no one on the building side of the pool could see you unless your upper body was hanging over your railing.

The hotel was only about ½ full and on our second day we noticed a single man move into the room next to us. We met him in the bar that evening and he told us that he was there with four college buddies for their annual scuba diving getaway. The others were in the small scuba resort next door, two to a room, and he was the odd man out. There were no additional rooms available and rather than stuffing three into a room he elected to stay in this hotel for a few nights until another opened up at their resort.

He was a very nerdy IT guy from Canada - tall, lanky, in his early thirties and very socially awkward but actually fairly good looking. He was married with three kids. For the next three nights, after he left his buddies at the dive resort, he came to our hotel bar and hung out with us. As I mentioned, we were usually in some state of inebriation and our conversations were pretty candid and often turned to sex. This made him visibly uncomfortable at times which we thought was funny and only made us get more graphic. We teased him unmercifully but being somewhat of a nerd myself, and the fact that I work with many socially awkward male engineers, I understood him and he felt comfortable with me.

The resort did not advertise that they allowed topless sunbathing but the first day we were there we noticed two young couples at the pool and both women were sunbathing topless. I followed suit (so to speak). The next day both couples seemed to had gone home but I continued to not bother with a top, even though I was the only one. The staff never said anything to me and no one seemed to care so I continued for the rest of our stay. There was another couple that we became friends with later in the week that the husband and I eventually cajoled his wife into joining me sans top.

On our fourth day there, my husband and I had a big day planned – sit by the pool and drink and read. By mid-morning I had finished one book and decided to head up to the room to get another. I ran into the room and left the door ajar. Once in the room I grabbed the book but decided to stay and have a cigarette (one of those guilty pleasures for me during vacations only). Since no one else around the pool seemed to be smoking that day, unlike others, I didn't want to bother anyone with my smoke so I headed out onto the balcony. We had hidden a couple of joints in my cigarette pack and once on the balcony I pulled out a cigarette but pondered it a bit, put it back and took out one of the joints instead. I leaned over to wave to my husband, catching his attention while lighting up (he has a smoking fetish and loves to watch me even if it's six floors up). After a few minutes I was feeling the buzz (the weed mixed with a few earlier Bloody Mary's) and I heard a voice in the room which startled me. It was just our computer nerd friend poking his head in to say hi. I remembered that I had left the door open so I motioned him to come in. He quickly mentioned that he had a slight cold had which prevented him from diving that day, and as a diver myself I know you cannot clear your ears at depth with clogged sinuses.

In retrospect I can imagine what he was looking at when he entered the room – I was leaning over the railing with my butt pointed in his direction. It was covered by my bathing suit bottom but it was skimpy and I am fairly petite. From what he had told us, his wife is very overweight. To make matters worse, the top I threw on to go up to room was a see thru fishnet t-shirt and since I had been topless all week I didn't think twice about it. It was almost like I was still topless. What hadn't occurred to me was that our friend was only at the resort at night and he had only seen me dressed, albeit in some fairly revealing outfits but still, I was dressed. I'm not sure if he even knew that women could be topless there.

Still in my own little world I continued to smoke and look down on my sexy husband while engaging in small talk with Mr. Nerd over my shoulder. He was quiet for few minutes and then blurted out, "What a great view."

As smart as I'm supposed to be, I can sometimes be a complete idiot, which I will choose to blame the pot. Not grasping the situation I think that I agreed that the ocean was beautiful today.

"No, I mean your ass!"

I burst out laughing as it was unexpected coming from him. Suddenly self conscious about my ass I covered it with my free hand and spun around facing him in an attempt to... not show him my ass. His jaw dropped and his eyes went straight to my breasts which were all but visible through the fishnet. I even remember that one of my nipples was poking through. It was at that moment that my situational awareness kicked in.

I turned back around, still laughing, now self conscious about my tits but at the same time I was feeling strangely turned on that my new friend had just seen so much of me. I still thought that it was just a funny situation and that nothing more would come of it, after all, my husband was right below.

We continued to banter a bit. He had seen me smoke cigarettes but was dumbfounded that I was also a "stoner" as he put it. I joked about my near nakedness and was sorry that had to see so much of my skinny little body and I bent back down over the rail and wiggled my ass at him, something I definitely would not have done sober. He awkwardly said that he was "happy to see my skinny body"...uh...wrong words..."good body" ...and fumbled around with some more words while I laughed hysterically.

In an attempt to try to finally say the right thing, he said what all men think is the ultimate compliment to a woman, "I'd... uh...DO you..."

I laughed harder.

"I'm way too skinny for you."

In an attempt to prove me wrong (I guess) he came up behind me and playfully pretended like he was taking me from behind, rubbing the front of his suit against the back of mine while I was still bent over the balcony wall. I could tell by the way he was acting that he also had a Bloody Mary or two...or three. It was awkward but I played along because I still figured he meant nothing and it was extremely funny.

All of the sudden I felt it - his hard penis through his suit. He immediately knew that I felt it and he jumped back, completely embarrassed and apologized profusely. I laughed and told him not to worry about it. Still laughing I took the last hit of my joint and crushed it in the ashtray. I turned around, breasts still visible through my shirt, exhaled into his face and gave him my best demure smile and said in an extra sultry voice...and I can't believe it to this day..."No Tiger, this is fun."

I was kidding and only playing with him (I think – who knows what I was thinking). I could tell by his frozen face that he didn't think I was kidding. A person with normal social skills would have laughed, and then we both would have laughed at the weird moment and then gone down to the pool to hang with my husband. His socially inept mind could not fathom that and his strictly logical brain told him I was serious.

I turned back around and hung my head back over the deck and lit a cigarette, either hoping he'd go away, or hoping that he wouldn't, I have no idea which. I should have grabbed him by the arm and taken him with me down to the pool...but I didn't. I looked down at my husband just has he looked up and he smiled. He had no idea I was not alone and there was no one on the other side of the pool that could see past me either.

What happened next was a bit like a slow motion dream. I heard, and then caught out of the corner of my eye, a pair if swim trunks hit the deck followed by his erect penis making contact with my exposed skin on the side of my ass cheek. I hesitated for a few seconds and then, keeping my body in the same position I lowered my bikini bottom with both hands. I shimmied my hips and they fell to the ground and he move in behind me and rubbed his dick from my ass crack to between my legs. I took it with one hand and guided it so it rubbed against my pussy lips while I resumed smoking with my other. I remember thinking, this is just a little fun – we're just rubbing genitals together, nothing more, right? My husband looked up at me again and his smile intoxicated me. My altered mind had no sooner processed what was happening when I felt his penis disappear from my finger tips that had been caressing it.

Mr. Computer Nerd had entered my pussy. I was surprised...but not. He entered part way and stopped, waiting for my reaction. I spread my feet apart a bit and raised to my tip toes. I pushed my ass up and into him while reaching around with my free hand, I grabbed his left butt cheek and pulled him into me, burying his dick completely inside of me. He slowly began pumping, gradually increasing power and velocity. I let myself grimace and groan with pleasure when my husband had his eyes in his Kindle and regained my facial composure when he looked up. To him I was just enjoying the view and my cigarette. This went on for a few minutes. It felt wonderful and naughty. I didn't take my eyes off my husband as looking at him turned me on even more. Nerd's pace increased and I knew he was about to explode. I started to tell him to pull out, but then remembered an earlier conversation about his vasectomy. Moments later I felt the familiar feel of warm sperm entering me. I enjoyed it for a bit and then took his hand in mine and directed his fingers underneath to my clitoris and we caressed it together until I came, all the while continuing to look down at my beautiful husband.

As my orgasm subsided, Mr. Computer Nerd backed away. I turned around. He had a frightened look but I smiled and gave him a deep passionate kiss and as I did I tickled his balls with my long nails and then stroked him back to life.

–In our conversation the previous night he confided in us that he had never had oral sex – given or received. His wife thought it was disgusting. We both felt bad for him and my husband, in his inebriated state, asked the female bartender if she would give him a blow job – "somebody has to" I shouted out. She, and everyone in the bar laughed hard but she declined and said that she'd ask around for volunteers. She, and the others in the bar did just that for the next hour to anyone that came in, female and male, much to the thorough embarrassment of our poor nerd friend. There were no takers.—

So right then and there I decided that I was going to be that "somebody." We had just fucked so why not, plus I kind of owed it to him after having so much fun at his expense the night before...right? I pulled him into the room by his dick and pushed him into a sitting position at the end of the bed and took off my shirt. I dropped down to my knees, guided his hands to my tits and began licking his balls and shaft. I took him into my mouth determined to give him my best. I sucked and licked and bobbed and after just a few minutes he started bucking wildly and came in my mouth. At the same time he pinched one of my nipples a bit too hard and I almost burned his stomach with my cigarette that was still between my fingers (which I remember thinking would be a tough thing to explain to his wife).

I swallowed as much as I could and then got to my feet and stood in front of him, my pussy in his face. He looked up and I could tell he didn't know what to do next. I thought about giving him a lesson on how to GIVE oral sex but decided that it would take to long and I had to get back to my husband.

I went out one balcony and grabbed my bikini bottom and his shorts and whisked into the bathroom dropping the shorts on the floor at his feet on the way by. Once there I dried his cum off of my chin and chest and some that had started to leak out of my pussy. I put on my bottom and headed out the door, not bothering with the shirt. I remember telling him as I went by, sill sitting on the bed with his flip-flops on and nothing else, "Why don't you come down in a little while and join us at the pool. Close up on the way out."

I went down stairs and stopped at the bar. While it seemed to be OK to be topless at the pool, the bartender and others in the bar gave me a look when I walked in, breasts on display. It was actually a public establishment that was attached to the resort. I had a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of rum, which I hoped would both serve to kill the smell and taste of his cum on my breath and calm my nerves, which despite the marijuana, were on edge from the reality of what had just happened. A local man who I did not recognize as a resort guest, immediately sat beside me, offered me a cigarette and to pay for my drink. I accepted the smoke but turned down the drink offer and told the bartender to charge it to my room. He knew me so fortunately I didn't have to disclose our room number in front of this stranger. I downed the shot and then relaxed and smoked my cigarette while I politely rejected the advances of this 20 something local boy. I couldn't help but ponder the last 20 minutes - I had just fooled around on my husband with someone I had only known for three days. Now I was sitting at a public bar, in only a cum soaked bikini bottom no less, chatting with a complete stranger who was probably not much older than my kids, trying his damnest in broken english, to pick me up and had his eyes glued to my exposed boobs the entire time. I had had a couple of one night stands in college before I met my husband, but I had never felt more like a slut than I did at that moment. Not only was I not ashamed, I felt exhilarated. This old soccer mom had laid one younger man and could easily have this one as well. His hard-on was practically busting through his shorts. What would the church ladies think? My co-workers would freak!

I finally thanked him for the cigarette and got up to leave. I couldn't help but do one last naughty thing. As the dejected boy was sitting back on his bar stool, I decided at the last minute to put out my half smoked cigarette. I reached back to the bar to put it out in the ashtray and "accidently" brushed both breasts against his bare biccep, first the right, then the left, my hard nipple lightly moving back and forth over his skin while I crushed out the cigarette, and then, feigning being off balanced, I leaned into him and pressed the right one harder against him on the way back. He looked up at me and I apologized for my clumsiness, smiled and hurried out to the pool. I was on fire with excitement.

I walked straight to my gorgeous husband on his lounge chair, leaned down and gave him a long wet kiss.

"Someone is stoned out of her mind" he laughed. I smiled broadly proving his statement correct. I felt more leakage so I jumped into the pool to hide the wetness on my suit. He didn't seem to notice that i went up to the room with a shirt (well, kind of a shirt) and came down without one.

Our nerd friend (my new lover) did join us about 30 minutes later. He tried to act normal as we took turns playing backgammon against each other. He was obviously distracted and lost every game, maybe because he was playing with a woman whom he had just fucked and received his first blow job, and her husband who had no idea. We all had dinner together later that night and we both managed to act as we did before our little adventure. The next day he was well enough to go diving with his friends and another room had opened up in the dive resort. We never saw him again.

As for me, I have no idea what to think about the episode. In less than the time it took me to smoke a cigarette, I risked 18 (at the time) years of marriage and my life as I know it. While I know in my logical engineer mind that I cheated on my husband, I don't really feel guilt. I feel as if I just "out-naughtied" him on that vacation.

The rest of the trip I was a wild animal. We left the pool and our friend after just another hour or so that day as I was so sexually charged from not only my tryst with Mr. Nerd but my brief encounter with the local in the bar. I re-lived the episode on the deck with my husband although he thought it was just a new variation on our vacation sex, after all, we had fucked every other place in the room. This time though, another couple that we had come to know was sitting on the other side of the pool and could see much of what was going on. That excited my husband greatly and we discovered the fun of exhibitionism. He had no idea that my wetness inside was only partly due to my excitement and partly due to the fact that his penis was literally swimming in our new friends cum. I did tell him about being topless in the bar and about the local boy. I figured that was the smart thing to do, especially since the bartender and some of the other guests saw the whole thing and might bring it up in front of him. In fact the bartender did and it became a requirement for the rest of our trip that I flash him every time I came into his bar. My husband thought the whole thing hilarious and loved that I was showing off my boobs. We spent the rest of the vacation much more in the room than out (other than some late night romps on the beach) and had the best sex of our lives. That continued weeks and months... and even years after we got home. The circumstantial consequence of my indiscretion, the accidental exhibitionism while repeating the episode with my husband on the balcony, continues to play out in our fantasies and sometimes in reality. We've had sex in some public places and it's a thrill.