Vacanza Erotica / Pt: 2 Waking Life

The sun is at high noon and Dallas and I have found our spots lounging by the pool. Our hotel is cliffside, so the ocean spills over the edge, and the beach creates a picturesque backdrop. Since arriving, I’ve only seen a few other couples here, sparingly, and it makes me feel like we have the whole hotel to ourselves.

I straddle my husband, as I slowly massage tanning oil into his muscles, tracing the edges of his tattoos, and massaging around his pecs and shoulders, my tits inches from his face as I do. It’s sexual, but we’re alone and it’s fun to tease him. Plus, my pussy craves his cock, and as I rub the oil into his skin, I grind ever so discretely on his number, my swimsuit fabric loosing slack, offering quick glimpses of my bare pink pussy lips.

“Careful.” he laughs but I can tell he’s holding back from pushing his fingers into me, and taking a mouth full of tit. I give him a peck on his bronzed shoulder and I find my place on my own pool recliner.

As if on cue, one of the servers we’ve gotten to know, Carlo, makes his way towards the pool and over to us.

“Another margarita for the newlyweds?” He smiles charmingly.

Dallas looks at me with a twinkle in his eye. We’ve each already had a margarita, and the spirit of tequila pulses through our blood.

“When in Rome.” he winks.

We don’t often drink, but when we do, we find ourselves in places we’ve never been before; talking for hours about power dynamics, mythology, dreams, loving hard truths, fantasies and desires. It’s like inviting a new spirit into our dynamic and opening up for different type of connection. Because there is so much safety and respect in our relationship, we trust the process, leaning into it. Never letting ourselves get drunk, just enough to feel fluid and flowing.

“Here you go my friends.” Carlo smiles as he hands us each our drinks. For a moment, I think I catch his eyes lingering on me, and I wonder if he’s checking us out. Dallas and I have both noted that the staff is attractive, and I wonder for a fleeting moment if affairs ever start between them and the hotel guests.

I am just dripping with sexual energy. I laugh to myself. It must be radiating off me.

Dallas and I cheers before taking a sip, and my body instantly feels tingly.

Dallas turns back to his book, The Odyssey, while I lay on my side, my hips impressive in my tiny bikini. My boobs spilling out of my top through the force of gravity. The tequila, the energy, the beauty of this place, it’s all making me feel like a goddess. The sun kissing my tanned skin, and I’m soaking the moment up, I feel ecstasy and deep admiration for myself and my husband and the life we’re creating together.

My thoughts are interrupted by a splash at the other end of the pool. I look over just in time to see the tail end of a dive, legs elegantly entering the deep, like a dolphin. I watch the allusive figure slither through the water, coming our direction.

I glance over at Dallas, his book folded over on his chest. His eyes closed.

The underwater figure pops up by the side of the pool. Her tanned skin beading with pearls of water. Her hair swept over her face, wild and wet. She pulls her hair back, and my eyes notice hers. They’re grey and gold. Like the galaxy.

I look over at Dallas to see if he’s watching too. His eyes are closed. Only I’m witnessing this.

She hoists herself out of the pool and I can’t help but stare as her breasts billow out of her swimsuit. Jiggling as she moves. Perfect, full cleavage, wet and tan.

I can’t decipher these feelings. Is it jealously? Lust? Infatuation? Fear? Intrigue? I don’t know what it is, but one thing I know for sure, is that this is the woman from my dreams.

As she steps out from the pool and walks past me, she nods and smiles.

Holy shit.

The smile sends shockwaves through my system and suddenly it’s fully hitting me that the woman I’ve been having sex with in my dreams just walked by me on my honeymoon. My body is prickling red with heat. Nervousness? Anxiety?

A knot in my stomach.

Am I loosing touch? What does this even mean? Am I kidding myself? Could this even happen? Would she even want to? Would I even want to? What about Dallas? Can I handle this? My mind spirals with thoughts and spicy margarita.

I track her movement with my eyes. She’s found a pool recliner, opposite us and is laying a towel down on it. She kneels to straighten it, her ass in the air, and at this angle, I can see her bikini covered pussy framed perfectly by her ass cheeks. A work of art.

She finishes adjusting, and finds her place face down on the chair. She reaches back and unties her bikini top, pulling the strings off her back. From where I am, I can see her breasts spilling out the sides, paler than the rest of her. They’re natural. I already knew this from my dreams, but I can see this now in real life too.

It’s the oddest sensation to feel both desire and envy at the same time. I truly don't think I’ve ever seen anything like her, and I’m very aware that I am staring. My pussy is pulsating.

She lifts up, as if she can sense me, and we make eye contact. She smiles innocently, and my heart starts to beat out my chest. I must cool off. Without giving it another thought, I jump up quickly and dive into the deep end.

The cool water overcomes me, and I stay beneath the surface for awhile, gliding across the bottom of the pool. I come up where the pool meets the cliffs and the ocean views are unobscured. Whenever I jump into a body of water, I always feel like I’m diving into a new reality. I see all bodies of water as portals into new worlds.

I rest my head on the edge. Closing my eyes and letting the sun warm my face. Even with my eyes closed I cant escape her; I catch glimpses of her legs spread. I see flashes of her tongue across my nipples. I feel her flesh in my mouth and her teeth on my back. I think of my husband.

What happens when fantasy meets reality?

Is this a threshold I can actually cross?

Is the opportunity actually presenting itself?

Dallas and I have talked about this before. Our fantasies…

Right before we got engaged I opened up to him about my curiosities. My desire to explore women. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, and I had been so grateful towards his reaction. We’d been on a roadtrip across the country at the time, and the more we discussed this desire of mine, the more hot and bothered we both got by the thought.

I ended up with my pants around my knees as I drove, barley able to stay on the road. He asked me to describe my fantasies while he played with my pussy. Slapping it, opening it, and finding glee in the juicy waterfall of cum that was pouring out of me, like we’d unlocked something inside me and now the floodgates were open.

He asked me all kinds of questions, leading with curiosity. And I asked him if this was a fantasy of his too?

“Well, I definitely have thought about it, and think it would be amazing, but of course my priority is our relationship. I would be happy with you forever, but if this is something you want to explore, it is very exciting.”

I love exciting him. And to be able to experience something new like that together excites us both.

He continued to stroke me until I was practically begging to pull over so he could penetrate me.

“What are you imagining now?” He asks, with three fingers inside me.

I never thought I’d feel safe enough to even think this or say this, but…

“I’m imagining a beautiful bodacious woman. I cant picture her face yet. We’re both laying face down at the end of the bed with our legs spread, our asses up and our pussies yearning. Your cock moves from one to the other, teasing us, slipping in and out as we scream your name for more.”

We pulled over right then and there and he fucked me on the side of the road right outside of West Virginia.

A splash interrupts my train of thought, and the water begin to bend as a figure swims around my legs, wrapping their hands around my thighs, and pressing their face into my ass underwater. Bubbles tickle my skin as they rise up to the surface. I laugh thinking about when I first heard the term butt snorkeler.

Dallas pops up, a childlike grin on his face, and I turn to meet him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waste. Pressing into his chest, and gazing into his eyes, full of glee.

“Look at this place.” I say, turning my head to feast on the beautiful cliffside view.

“Look at my wife!” He smiles and kisses my neck and my chest in a fury of playful pecks.

I pull myself in closer. It’s surreal, isn’t it? Marriage.