It was our tenth-anniversary vacation. Hector had always wanted to go snorkeling, where there are lots of things to see. He’d done it mostly in Northern California, and he decided to try St. Croix Island. He enjoyed snorkeling, and I don’t like getting my head underwater, thanks to my older brother, so he always went without me.

I like to dance—club dance, ballroom dance, you know, guy-girl dance. Hector has the rhythm of a guy on stilts, so as you might think, neither of us like dancing together. When we go on trips, it's often to satisfy one of us, not both of us.

That’s what we do—take turns. When we were making plans, I wondered if I was getting the short end of the stick—shorter than normal.

When we got to our resort, I have to say the tropical resort look was beautiful; the building, the grounds, and the beach fit perfectly. We arrived early enough that we had a nap and a little exercise before dinner. Exercise always puts me in a good mood.

After dinner, I was in an even better mood because of the excellent dinner, satisfying sex, and beautiful surroundings. After dinner, we went to their bar, which had music and dancing, a small band that did Latin dance music interspersed with a little rock and even waltz dancing music.

It was during one of the waltz periods that Spencer asked me to dance. I can still remember our first dance. We just fit together. With him leading, I knew exactly what to do. In fact, it was the first time people pulled away to watch my partner and me dance. It was exhilarating.

When Spencer finally brought me back to my table with Hector, he sat down, and the three of us talked. Nowadays, we don’t think of the waltz as sexual, but it can be, with themes of control and submission interwoven into the leading and following. When Spencer and I danced, I realized how sexual it was.

Spencer exuded control, which I responded to with feelings of sexual submission. It was a wonderful feeling while still being terrifying. The possibility of submitting to a stranger in front of my husband scared me.

When Hector and I got back to our room, we made love—gentle, relaxed love. Hector was considerate and focused on my pleasure. His tongue stimulated my clitoris gently; he caressed my breasts; and we did a lot of kissing. It was friendly, soft, and relaxing.

It was soothing, in contrast to what I’d felt when Spence and I were dancing. I relaxed into a sensuous, tranquil, loving frame of mind. I felt close to Hector, but I missed the intense emotions Spencer had elicited in me, even though they scared me.

We got up late, had lunch, and explored the resort. There was a wonderful pool, and visible from the pool was the beautiful beach with white sand laid out in front of us. 

The evening started with another wonderful dinner, and then we moved into the bar and music. I had just finished dancing with a very nice guy when Spence came in. He approached us, and we invited him to sit, well Hector did. I was still nervous about the feelings Spence elicited in me.

Eventually, Spence asked to dance: "Hector, I’d like to dance with your wife again. Okay?" And he held his hand out to me. As I got up, I felt the need to submit to Spencer.

He whispered in my ear as we started, "Rah, that’ll be my name for you; I love to have secret names for the beautiful women I know." There was an emphasis on the word ‘know,’ which let me realize he was implying he meant it in the biblical sense. He continued, "I love the way you follow my lead; you seem to know exactly what I want next."

I replied, "It’s because I enjoy how you lead, letting me know where you want me." As I heard myself say it, I didn’t wonder where it came from because I knew. I only wondered why I said it.

When we danced, he was confident, polished, and funny. Maybe a little too confident, too controlling, I thought. He held me close, so close that I was becoming uncomfortable dancing in front of Hector. Luckily, Hector was sitting away from the dance floor, talking to a couple of guys also in real estate development.

I was uncomfortable, but the need to follow his lead overwhelmed that. He had me tucked in between his legs, so we were moving as one. He was talking about a secluded beach he’d seen on his last trip to the island. "Rah, it was wonderful. warm, quiet, and private. Sarah and I—um, she was my girlfriend at the time we went swimming, and ah, we," he stopped there and then finished, "went swimming." The music slowly stopped, and he kissed me. His hand was holding my head still, so I couldn’t escape, and his tongue invaded my mouth, looking for my tongue.

It paralyzed me for a minute, and I felt overpowered. I suddenly realized I was responding by kissing him back. My arm was around him, and my tongue was playing with his. His other hand slipped between us, searching for my breasts. My paralysis left me, but only after he found my nipples and was tweaking them.

I whispered, "No, no." and I pushed him away and returned to Hector. No one had ever done that to me—touched my breasts—since I'd first dated Hector. The entire thing happened so naturally. When we went to bed, I lay next to Hector, thinking. I didn’t like the way I’d reacted to Spencer’s attempt to seduce me, but I enjoyed the feelings that had spread through my entire body. His hand on my breast, his kisses, and his tongue searching for mine made me feel different. I was still thinking about it as I slipped into sleep.

The next morning, Hector was going snorkeling on the other side of the island; he left early and was returning a bit after seven in the evening. After breakfast, I was at the pool, watching the people go by. I absolutely wasn’t waiting for anyone in particular until I heard Spencer say, "Hey Rah, um, where's Hector? Still in your room?"

I felt my breasts tighten up, and I realized I was lying to myself. I was waiting for someone—last night's dance partner. We just started talking when I heard myself ask him, "What was the name of that beach?" I waited for him to answer.

He replied, "I never learned the name; it’s kind of small, so it may not have a name."

"So, where is it? This beach where you and Sarah, to quote you, ‘We went swimming, um, we went swimming.’ That beach. Where all you did was swim." I smiled at him as I finished.

When I said that, I realized I might be heading into dangerous territory. I shoved the thought aside, forgetting that, until last night, I’d never seriously kissed anyone since I’d married Hector. I’d never kissed, much less enjoyed a man’s hand on my breasts.

I grinned at Spencer before asking him, "What exactly didn’t you and Sarah do at the unnamed beach?"

He grinned back at me, replying, "We went into the water to swim, but it seemed so isolated. Well, I unfastened her bikini top and started playing with her tits. She got hot—well, aroused—playing in the open like that. And by the time we were back on the beach, well, I was fucking her. It drove both of us wild." He thought for a minute, then slowly continued, "We spent the rest of the day, fucking and swimming. By the time we left, her tits were pretty ragged, not to mention her pussy and my cock. We had to skip a day before we could do it again. Um, fuck."

He looked at me seriously, and I could see what he was going to suggest.

My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, but I finally told him, "Don’t go there, Spencer. It’s too late for today, but I’ve done nothing close to what you want to do there, ever, so don’t push."

He grinned, and lied, saying, "Don’t worry, I won’t."

The bar had mocktails, and I didn’t want my thinking messed up with alcohol, so I asked Spence to get me one. When he returned, he handed me my drink, and we continued our conversation.

I finished my drink, and he said, apropos of nothing, "I wish I was a detective instead of a civil engineer."

I replied, "That came out of nowhere, didn’t it? What does it mean?"

"Well, if I was a detective," he paused for a moment, then said, "I could investigate all your secrets. I think I’d enjoy the investigation." He hesitated again. "Rah, if I could do it privately. I’d love to know you better. Um, Hector knows you’re married, and he cares. I know you’re married, but I don’t care. I would still like to investigate you.

"You know you're married, so the question that remains is if you’d like to investigate me the same way I want to investigate you,"

I sat at the table, confused. I wasn’t confused by what he was suggesting. It was my reaction to his suggestion that confused me. I was reliving my reactions to his kisses and the touch on my breast that was confusing me.

I was also picturing myself naked in front of him. I could see his cock, feel his hands on my tits, and feel his tongue searching my mouth. When I pictured him taking me and his cock entering me, I knew I had to leave. 

I suddenly said to Spence, "I’ve got to go now, up to my room," and I left to go to my room.

By the time Hector got back from his snorkeling trip, I was back outside. I followed him to our room, where I forced him to fuck me as hard as he could. When we were through, I was so relaxed that we called for room service so we could rest and recover. I was relaxed, but I still wasn’t able to get rid of the vision of Spence naked.

The next morning we had breakfast and then picked up a rental car. We’d taken the island tour on our second day and wanted to spend some time touring on our own. I saw Spencer as we were getting in the car, and I waved at him with a smile. I was feeling great and had decided to stay away from him.

Our self-tour was wonderful because we could take extra time where and when we wanted.

For dinner, I changed into a tropical flowered skirt and a loose, bright-colored top with a contrasting sash and dancing slippers. Altogether, it was a Virgin Islands slash Hawaiian look. We had dinner and then drifted to the hotel bar.

I knew Spence would approach me eventually, and he did. I hadn’t come up with a polite way to turn him down, so I accepted. Did I mention he was confident—maybe too confident? Well, he was. We were dancing so close that we were touching each other from our waists to our chests. His crotch was touching mine, and he pressed my breasts against him. We were perfect, dancing together, when suddenly we were outside on the patio. One of his hands was pressing us together at the waist. He pressed his cock against my pussy. His other hand was holding my head, kissing me again.

He was even more intense than before; his hand was pressing his erection against my pussy and his mouth was devouring mine. I pushed myself against his erection, sliding my vagina against his cock. All my careful thoughts were scattered.

I was thinking, Maybe I should let Spence be a detective. Suddenly, deciding to let him take me seemed the most natural thing in the world.

My brain disconnected, and I heard myself say, "Spencer, god, Spencer." I pulled away and started rubbing his cock through his pants. "I might, um, maybe let you be a detective."

"Would you be a good detective? If you investigated my secrets, Spencer, at your beach, not tomorrow, but on Thursday?" I kissed him, then continued, "Will you take me there? I’ll reveal all my secrets there. Um, I might want to do some investigations there too." 

All my careful thinking, all my weighing pros against cons, were gone. In the rush of needing him, nothing else mattered.

He gave me another passionate kiss and slipped his hand under my top, and his touch made my pussy purr. It was wonderful. I’d made my decision, and I refused to think about it anymore. I was going to fuck, screw, and bang until I couldn’t see or move. An investigation was a terrific euphemism for what was going to happen.

On Wednesday, Hector and I mostly stayed at the resort pool, with a visit to the beach. There was also one time when Hector drifted off under some shade, so Spencer and I snuck off a bit. I played with his cock by sucking and licking it while Spencer removed my bikini under my cover-up. My response, as one of his hands was on my tits and he had three fingers in my pussycat, was overwhelming.

My decision to let Spence investigate me was already paying dividends. I couldn’t wait to find out about the rest of the payout.

I was able to get my bikini back on, get into the pool, and get out with my hair wet before he woke.

Hector and I went to dinner off the hotel grounds and retired for the night when we returned. The cab taking him to the new snorkeling area had to leave at six, and there was going to be lunch and dinner as part of the deal. I knew he was getting back after eight in the evening.

That morning, my nipples were hard, and my pussy was leaking in anticipation of what was next. Spencer picked me up from the village marketplace, and when we got to his special beach, it was everything Spencer promised. The water was warm, the waves were mild, and the beach was perfect. Wonderful.

I wanted to leave with the same sublime memories I knew Sarah had had. We went into the water up to my waist, where he undid my bikini top and then the bottom. I took his trunks off, and we tossed them onto a towel, and we were both naked. He laid me on my back on a beach towel, and I was looking up at his cock, the cock I knew would change me. This was what I’d pictured Spence doing over me, my legs spread apart, and my pussy welcoming his cock.

All I could think about was my want, my need, and my urgency to feel his cock take me. I wanted to feel Spence’s body on mine, his weight pressing down on me, and his cock getting ready, finally ready, to take control of me. I saw him lying down on top of me. I felt him as he let his weight press down on me. His hands were on my tits, twisting my nipples before he made his ultimate move.

His cock slowly pushed into my pussy, and I started kissing him. The tip pushed aside my pussy lips, and he fucked me. I felt an intense sense of satisfaction as he started moving inside me—more intense than anything I’d ever felt with Hector.

We spent over four hours in coitus. The sensations were changing as we moved from one form of screwing to another. We ended after an intense effort when he came all over my tits. My lust dazed me, asking for more, more, and even more.

I just lay there on the blanket we’d brought. I was rubbing his latest gift to me into my skin. He joined me, and we lay there. He was holding my tits, and I was holding his cock. A sense of bliss surrounded me as I remembered everything we’d done. I was sore everywhere, but especially my wonderfully sore tits. and my pussy. My pussy was raw and hurting from his cock. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth. God, his jizz—I loved using the word jizz. I licked my lips to see if I could taste more of it. The depravity of using the word jizz prompted me to lick the tip of his cock to get another taste.

I was sore, exhausted, and satiated. I spent the next half hour with his cock in my hand, lying in the shade, before we started gathering everything we’d brought. My brain finally started working when we were loading our things. I realized I needed to do some serious hiding.

I asked Spencer to look me over to see what Hector would see. I’d let Spence do things to me, I’d refused to Hector; I’d let Spence mark my tits; he’d spanked my ass; and I had bite marks near my pussy. 

He noted the marks on my tits and shoulders. He thought my red ass would disappear by tomorrow. The marks on my pussy would take days to heal.

I sat in the car as we drove back to the resort, planning what to do. I was getting aroused again, thinking about hiding what I’d done from Hector. It was as exciting as what we’d done at that private beach.

I thought about starting an argument and refusing him sex or seeing me naked, but I decided that would be cheating. It was weeks later that I realized the irony of that thought. Cheating indeed.

Hector had tried a few times to treat me the way I’d encouraged Spencer to. I thought, with just a little luck, I could get Hector to duplicate Spence's marks. If I was successful, it would be as arousing as fucking Spence had been. Instead of dreading it, I was looking forward to deceiving him a second time. I would be parading the proof of my cheating in front of Hector. Making him participate in hiding, what Spencer and I had done.

The thought of Hector marking the exact spot Spence had, kissing the same spot Spence had kissed, but this time to hide them, made me orgasm again.

Spence dropped me off at the village marketplace, and I was able to pick up the resort jitney. As soon as I got back, I took a long, hot shower, put aloe on all my abused parts, and took a nap. When my alarm went off, I got dressed, went to dinner, and waited for Hector.

I’d texted my husband where I’d be, waiting by the pool near Spence's room. Well, I hadn’t informed him I was going to use my lover's room to hide my marks.

I still didn’t think of myself as a cheater or as a wife with a lover that I was hiding from my husband. I didn’t realize the implications of thinking of him as my husband, not Hector, and not my lover. But subliminally, I was changing.

When Hector, um, my husband, met me by the pool, I explained what I had in mind. I didn’t have to hide my excitement about fooling him a second time. He wasn’t my lover; he was just my husband, whom I allowed to have fucking privileges.

I started by saying, "How was your snorkeling today?" He replied, "It was the best yet. They said Buck Island was the best, and it was. I saw sharks swimming free, rays swimming, and even a couple of octopus swimming. The Buck Island trip was worth our vacation here."

I interrupted him by saying, "You’ve had all the excitement on this vacation … "

My husband interrupted me, "Well … "

I interjected, "This was your turn, dear. But I’ve always wanted to sneak into a resort, use one of their rooms secretly, and make love there. I found out that room 115 is empty because there’s a leak in the bathroom faucet. Let’s sneak in and use it to fuck. Be as rough as you want.

"I got a maintenance security card, and I intend to defile the room with you. They warned me, "We’ll have to keep the lights off because the other employees will wonder why the lights are on," lying to my husband.

When we entered, I started attacking my husband, kissing him, and biting him until he started responding. His kisses became more insistent, and then he started biting me, with bites on my neck and shoulders. 

Finally, he went wild by tearing my top off along with my skirt and panties. He destroyed them all on purpose. Then he moved on to biting my tits, mauling them, and slapping them until I was in agony. The combination of what I’d encouraged Spence to do to me and what my husband did hurt.

He was being rougher—a lot rougher with me than he’d ever been. It was glorious, remembering what I’d let—no, not let, I'd insisted—my lover do to me. Now my husband was doing the same thing, but even more ferociously. He even drew blood, biting my tits.

All I could do was moan, "Hector, god, yes, yes." Then he used his belt on my ass. I could feel the welts developing. Before he finished with my ass, I saw my blood on the sheet.

He was practically silent the entire time. All I heard were grunts, the word ‘yes’, and ‘yes harder, Deb". even as he finished by ravaging my vagina. My pussy? My cunt. 

He’d thrown me on the bed while this was going on. And at the end, I was bleeding on Spence's bed. I didn’t know what to call what we’d been doing. Making love was not at all what it was. Was it retribution for cheating?

He was erasing any sign of Spencer on my body and then punishing me. He couldn’t possibly see Spencer’s marks, but anywhere Spencer had left a mark, he overwrote it.

In any case, I wasn’t objecting. Between bouts, I lay there in Hector's arms, luxuriating in returning to him. My husband, my lover He was such a different lover than he’d ever been before.

By morning, I was in agony; he’d drawn blood on my ass with his belt that I was marking Spencer's sheets with, and the bed was an absolute shambles.

I was exultant in knowing I was still married to Hector. He’d proven he still loved me. Hector finally got dressed and said, "I’ll bring you some clothes from our room so we can leave now, Deb."

I was naked, bruised, and looking ravaged, when I held my hands up and pulled him close and said, "Thank you, Hector, God thank you. That was glorious." And I kissed him.

Yes, I was cheating on him, and I knew I was going to fuck Spence again before we left. I also knew it was a one-time thing. I wanted as many memories from this as I could collect.