Chapter 2: Linda's Day

I was shaking as Roger and I walked to the room at the waterside hotel. How did I get into this? I knew I had sort of pushed the whole affair (is affair the right word), but Steve would have said something if he truly objected. He hadn't, and I knew the whole idea, sort of, turned him on. Why do I keep using "sort of?" Either it does or it doesn't, and the same goes for me. Am I going through with this?

Steve had been teasing me for years about other couples, never seriously, I think. Then too, he is a very good-looking man. I knew some of my so-called "friends," especially some at work who would happily jump on him at a moment's notice. After drinking all that wine with Maggie in the Miami hotel room, I was surprised to find that she and Roger had similar talks. I'd thought it all over and come to a new conclusion. What the heck, Roger is a good-looking guy. I fantasized over him and me naked, in a snowbound cabin, under warm covers, a cracking fire (well, not in Florida, more likely freezing from an air conditioner duct inconveniently blowing up the wrong place.) Maybe I'll just surprise the hell out of Steve and suggest we... what to call it... hate the term swing... don't like the sound of wife swapping... husband trading?... recreational sex... Yes, I would suggest a little recreational sex. Steve used that term. Knowing male egos, he would probably turn out to be all talk and balk at the thought of Roger and me. He didn't.

After entering the room, Roger pulled back the patio's sliding doors, "Whoa what a view."

"Why don't you grab a beer and sit down, I'll take care of the stuff."

"Damn, knew there was something I always liked about you."

"That's it? I put away the things and suggest you drink a beer. That's what you like? No comments about my great bod or something like that?"

"Hang on. I'll think of something real cool to say to get me out of this mess. It's coming to me now..."

"Time's up. Get your beer. I'm not opening it for you."

I unpacked both bags. All he had was a change of clothes and a shaving kit. A quick shower for me, and I was out to the living room.

He too changed quickly, and we soon sat enjoying the air conditioner.

"You cool with all this?" he ventured.

"Yes, we've halfheartedly joked about it for years. Our marriage is stable. Anyway, we came to the conclusion that we two couples have sailed together, golfed, partied, danced and now uh well it's, sort of, (that word again) just getting together for some... recreational sex stuff as Steve puts it. Can't talk about it too much, or I'll chicken out."

"Ok, my mouth is sealed. I've been really looking forward to seeing you."

"Thanks, I needed that. A few compliments thrown in every once in a while help. To change the subject a little, I'm a little worried that Steve and Maggie will have a harder time, if that's the right term. We were always such good friends, but she changed."

I know he said " Too many promotions, too much tension, too much feminist literature, Maggie just can't relax. I was hoping she could loosen up on this trip and have some fun. Our other vacations did nothing for her. Cell phones ruin everything. Our sex life is zilch. Maybe I'm being stupid by agreeing to be here?"

"I don't think so. She told me in Miami, she really wanted to come. Steve's a nice guy and... on the other hand... Oh hell, I'm no psychiatric expert. Let's see what happens. This is supposed to be fun."

At dinner I watched Steve and Maggie exhibit impeccable manners, and we four had a great time discussing the day's sail. Then Maggie and Steve seemed to run out of things to say. Roger was still talking, and I had plenty to say as usual. The two of them just sat there at least a foot apart. What a mess this is turning into. I wished I was home. At least Roger was funny. He had a seemly inexhaustible supply of jokes, good and bad. At times my ribs hurt from laughing.

The after-dinner coffee was delicious. (After the horrible wine) I decided I was not going through with any of this, unless Steve and Maggie loosened up. But then I thought, why not one last try, before I jumped up and called the evening over. Reaching under the table, I grabbed Roger's hand and put it on my knee. His eyes widened. It was hard not to laugh at his startled expression. "Didn't think you would mind," I whispered, "Maybe they will get the idea."

The hand moved up my leg. Ohh, I loved it. His hands were large, so warm. As it approached my mid thigh, my breathing became ragged. I glanced across the table. Apparently the two dummies hadn't noticed, so I panicked. "Ok everyone, it's time to go dance." The hand stopped moving up my leg and removed itself. I felt disappointed.

On the dance floor, Roger proved to be light on his feet for such a large man. The DJ had a great collection, and I enjoyed everything except the sight of Steve and Maggie. They were still locked in conversation... going nowhere. I've gone this far so..."Put your hand on my butt."

"What?"

"Come on, you already did it once when we were walking out of the restaurant. Did you think maybe I didn't notice? Slide your hand over my butt when we are close to the two lovebirds.

Roger's big grin looked down, "I finally got the cool comment I was looking for. This' is what I like about you."

"Don't push it."

We danced towards Steve and Maggie. Roger turned my back to them, and I felt his hand exploring the curves of my cheeks. It was a delicious feeling. Please don't stop, I thought. "Did they see you?"

"I don't think so. We may have to do it a few more times."

"I notice your hand is still there."

"Ah, so it is. Do you want me to move it?"

"Everybody is looking at us. It's embarrassing--but no."

"Dance over to them again," I said. "I'm going to put my hand on your zipper. Don't jump."

"I'll probably fall over."

A turn across the room and I held my breath as I eased my hand to his belt then lower. Hmh, how big is that thing. I ran the tips of my fingers over the length of the hard lump. "My Roger, it seems to be excited already."

"No kidding. I've almost split my pants since you put my hand on your leg after dinner."

I loved the feeling of power, knowing that I was exciting him. Then my bravery deserted me. I knew Steve had seen me and perhaps Maggie also. "Let's get out of here." Knees shaking I pulled Roger to the door. Steve and Maggie followed.

Outside, I thought, I give up. They'll have to fend for themselves. As we walked along the docks, Roger made a stupid remark about Maggie's name being Magnolia, I felt sorry for her. Maybe if I separate everyone? Taking Roger's hand I steered towards a large ketch.

"I'm tired of working on those two," I said.

Roger looked me in the eyes, "So what do you think?"

"Well, I think we should go to the room and uhhh..."

"Do it?" he ended my sentence.

"Yes, I feel so... tawdry... saying this, but I' m really excited about it... wonder why 'it' is all I can say."

"Enough talking Linda, let's go. I'm dying to get you naked.

"Well, here we are," I said brightly, closing the door.

"Yup, want some champagne?"

"Sure, but let's not fool around too much. Hate to admit it, but your hand under the table and touching me on the dance floor--that's about all the foreplay I can stand. Actually, that isn't true. We could have gone on all night. Flirting is the best part. You could romance me a little, but then, we're not here for romance. I'm going to the bedroom. Give me about 15 minutes and bring the Champagne."

Avoiding the mirror, I stripped, brushed hair and teeth and put on a short, red silk nightgown that Steve says makes me look sexy. It barely covers my butt. Out of habit, I took up matching red silk panties and started to put them on—then trying out my wickedest smile in the mirror, put them back in my bag. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled the covers and slipped between the cool sheets. "I'm ready big boy."

"Coming o temptress," Roger entered with two glasses and the champagne. "Do I need to be suave about this?"

My bravery returned, "Strip."

"Right here?"

His shirt, pants and boxer shorts hit the floor. He struck a body builder's pose. "Impressed?" I spotted a delicious looking object hanging-- only half hard.

"Oh yes, you did that like a pro."

He climbed into the bed and poured two glasses. I leaned back and sipped the champagne while keeping the sheet above my breasts. Between the moonlight and the living room there was a soft glow to the room.

Roger half rolled towards me, "Mind if I see your tits? No use being shy here. We're both naked, in bed, drinking champagne."

"I'm not naked. If you want, you can pull the sheets down and take a look at the boobs all Hollywood's been clamoring for."

"Ok, the boob is going to look at the boobs." he said. His hand moved to the sheet and pulled it down. Then he pulled the strap over my shoulder and my left breast popped free. "Nice, nice, nice." He stuck a pinky in his champagne and touched my nipple." I almost went through the wall.

"Want to lick it?"

"Sure, thanks for the invite."