When I awoke with the sun peeking through the supposedly light-tight shade on the East-facing window of my hotel room I was in a big spoon position with Brie. I kissed her neck; there was a mark near her left ear that I hadn’t remembered inflicting upon her, but given the intensity of last night’s fuck and my fatigue-altered state of mind that meant nothing. Brie awoke in response to my nuzzling of her neck. I turned her to face me. “God, you were awesome last night” I said with a smile and in a sanguine voice. “With the exceptions of the weekend I proposed, our honeymoon, and our trip to Hawaii, that was the best orgasm of my life,” I crowed.
Brie smiled – but I know her smiles, and this was not a happy smile. It was a fake happy smile. “It was great, wasn’t it,” she cooed, trying to sound serious.
That early in the morning my mind was not able to comprehend what was going on with her fake smile. I kissed Brie and then she started talking about going to breakfast, what we would be doing that day, etc. We got out of bed, had a decent – but not earth-shattering like last night’s was – shower fuck with me behind her as she clawed the tile of the shower stall, then we got dressed and moseyed to breakfast.
At breakfast Brenda and Tom looked particularly cheerful, with alternating big smiles, or smirks, on their faces. “Must have had a hot sex session last night,” I thought to myself, “but not as fantastic as mine,” my thought continued as I smiled inwardly. Michelle and Jack seemed normal while Brie seemed out-of-sorts and was not making eye contact with Brenda or Tom. I was still on a high from last night’s super-fuck, but was also somewhat mystified, not just by Brie’s demeanor but also by something else that I couldn’t put my finger on.
That morning we went on a sight-seeing boat ride. Brenda was unusually flirty, and Brie was unusually somber, but aside from that family inter-actions were pretty normal. After lunch we went to the resort pool – the adult part. Brie quickly got topless despite my mild protestations, while surprisingly Brenda kept her top on. “Just not feeling it today,” she announced to no one in particular. “What, Miss Skinny-Dip is prudish today?” I chuckled, getting no verbal response but just a wicked smile.
Brie unsuccessfully tried again to get Michelle to remove her top, including by telling her “You’ve got a really nice rack, Michelle – don’t hide it.”
Michelle blushed, but declined. I was actually disappointed. Since she started her consistent exercise regime now almost five years ago Michelle had become a fox, and I wouldn’t have minded getting a look at her puppies – out of the corner of my eye, with sunglasses on, of course.
We had light conversation, and I mostly just vegetated, still a little sore from yesterday’s intense physical workout. Michelle, Jack, and I took several dips in the pool when we got hot, but that was about the extent of my physical activity. About three o’clock I got everybody their drink of choice from the poolside bar, and as I handed Brie her drink – while she exposed the left side of her neck and beasts to me for the first time at the pool – I looked hard at her left tit.