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.