Chapter 2: Friendly

Emily looked flustered as she walked back to our table. “You ok, love?”

She managed to sit in her seat but she was clearly shaken, her eyes cast downwards, her breathing elevated. My instinct kicked in and I found myself looking around her and the room for clues of danger. There was no one near us, nothing looked out of the ordinary. There was Nia leaving the bathroom that Emily was just in, she didn’t look our way, everything looked perfectly normal.

Focusing back on Emily, were her clothes different, was there blood anywhere? I couldn’t see anything obvious, so I asked her again, leaning forward as I did, “What’s up?”

She raised her eye to me. She could see my concern, trying to smile, “It’s ok. I just.” She stopped and breathed. I knew to leave the space and not push. I leaned to the side to look her over again. Same white trainers with a little dust and mud on them. Same loose, white trousers, nothing to see there. Same matching loose, white blouse, no buttons missing, nothing ripped. I mean her nipples were very apparent, but that happened from time to time anyway. I nearly got distracted with them but managed to look up to her face. Hair in her usual ponytail, neat as before she went into the bathroom. Her glasses weren’t at an angle, her lipstick was maybe reapplied. There really was nothing to see apart from my usual, beautiful, sexy, wife. What was bothering her?

We’d had a fantastic day. Not seen much of Hibo, but Nia had been with us pretty much the entire day. We’d been treated like royalty, and had a good look around the village, enjoyed the heat of the sun, seen plenty of wildlife, it was exactly what I’d expected our holiday to be. So what had bothered Emily so much?

“It’s ok, it was nothing,” and I watched her steel herself. Almost a full body shake down followed by a genuine smile.

I wasn’t buying it. “It’s ok love. Tell me,” and I smiled back, hopefully reassuring her that it was a safe space. She knew that anyway, but nothing wrong with reminding someone.

She looked deep into my eyes and sighed, then a smirk. “You’ll probably love it,” and she left it there. My mind started jumping to thousands of possibilities but none of those came close to what she delivered. Leaning forward she whispered, “Nia, just felt me up,” and she used her hands to subtly indicate her boobs. What the, why, how? My mind exploded and I instantly pictured my wife and Nia both naked writhing together in a lovers embrace. My wife’s pale white contrasting to Nia’s blackest of black skin. It lasted micro seconds but she was right god darn that was sexy. I did like it.

I couldn’t help myself, I smirked, though I knew I should be concerned. Trying to sound concerned more than horny, “God love, you ok?”