We grabbed a cab from the airport. Back in San Diego, again. Vacation. We both needed the getaway from work and life's daily grind. I was born and raised in San Diego and we look forward to coming back to visit family and friends every year or two.
We tend to stay at the same hotel each time. The Sunset Inn, just a short three or four miles west from San Diego's airport.
It was October. A good time to visit. Kids were back in school and the weather is still warm and sunny. Although it is most of the time in San Diego.
I'm Tim. Thirty-five years old. I stand a lean 5'5" and weigh 155 pounds. I'm decent-looking. Sandy brown hair. My wife Stacy is insanely hot, but has that girl next door look about her. She isn't pretentious or spoiled. She is kind and sweet. But, it's sometimes hard to square all that charming personality with the fact it's inside 5 feet of pure hot body. Stacy stands at 5'0" and usually around 110 pounds. There would be great debate on what her most eye-catching feature is. For her tiny frame, she has 36C tits, a great little tight butt, and legs that are lean and toned. She has brownish-blond straight hair that falls usually to her shoulders. She has sky blue eyes.
Stacy and I met eight years ago at a bar. My roommate was dating her best friend. And one night my roommate asked if I wanted to join him for a drink at the bar with his girlfriend. Luckily, I said yes. The girl he was dating brought her best friend and that turned out to be Stacy. We hit it off pretty well. Apparently, I wasn't like the guys she had dated up to that point. I was self-deprecating and could make her laugh. She liked to laugh and so we were off. Looking back on it all now, I think we were/are like best friends. That can be a blessing and a curse.
The cab pulled us into The Sunset Inn. We grabbed our bags and checked in. It's a wonderful property on a man-made peninsula along the bay entrance to San Diego. It's basically a two-mile strip of hotels and restaurants, most having a Polynesian or island feel to them. Plenty of lush tropical grounds, pools, and the hotels are all just two stories tall. There are wonderful walking paths and a public park across the street that overlooks the bay and San Diego skyline in the middle distance.
Stacy and I tend to just hang around the hotel pool or ride rental bikes around the strip. We had a two queen bed suite, which was a little larger than a standard size room. It opened straight into the main bed area, then you walk into a small bar/sink/fridge area, then onto a small living room with couch chairs TV etc., and then out to the sliding door deck. Our room was on the second story and overlooked the pool.
We had settled in and unpacked and it was still just 2pm, so we decided to head to the pool. As we were changing clothes my phone rang. It was Eric. Eric is one of my good friends I've known since junior high. He works at this hotel. He had only met Stacy once before at our wedding. He and a few of my friends, along with my family, had flown to Seattle for our wedding a few years before.
While Stacy was changing into her swimsuit, I chatted with Eric on the phone for a bit while I was putting some beers and wine in our fridge. He asked if we had checked in and was everything fine with our room. I assured him that all was well. He said he was working at the moment, but would be off in an hour or so and would stop by and say hi to us. I told him we'd be at the pool and it would be great to see him.
Stacy walked out of the bathroom in her swimsuit. I was relieved to see it was a conservative one-piece. Floral print. Her tits still were obvious, but I was more pleased that her amazing butt was covered. Stacy's body is the type that can drive men into madness. Her legs and ass are why men write poetry.
I told her Eric had called and that he might meet us at the pool. She seemed indifferent but she knew it meant a lot to me to visit with an old school friend. Stacy slipped a sarong wrap around her waist and we grabbed a few necessities and out the door and headed around the building to the pool just behind our building.
The pool area was pleasantly not busy. Maybe two or three other couples. The area was spacious and we all had a spot to ourselves. Stacy laid her towel out on the lounge chair while I went in for a swim. Ahhh, so refreshing and relaxing.
After a few minutes of swimming, I saw Eric walking over towards us. I waved from the pool. He nodded and came in. He saw me and then spotted Stacy lying out on her back on the lounge chair. Her eyes were closed and she didn't notice Eric arriving. As he approached her, he stopped a pool waiter and spoke to him. The waiter nodded and left. Eric said something to get Stacy's attention and she opened her eyes and recognized him. She got up to say hello and I was struck at the contrast. Stacy, at 5'0" tall and in a swimsuit, and Eric, who is easily over 6'5" and was in a full suit having just gotten off work.
I watched from the pool as Eric leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He had to lean down so far and Stacy had to stand on her tippy-toes. They stood facing each other talking. I couldn't make out the conversation but I could notice Eric checking her out as they talked. Or at least it seemed like it. I couldn't blame him. While I was swimming in the pool, there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid swimming and he was practically having a wet dream as he would sneak peeks at her as she lay out on the lounger.
As I was climbing out of the pool, the waiter had returned with a tray of drinks. Eric had pull around here; that's for sure. He took a glass and handed it to Stacy, and he took one and toasted and she clinked her glass to his.
I arrived and he handed me my drink and Stacy and I sat down on the lounge chair and Eric stood as we talked. As Eric would listen to Stacy talk, I could clearly see his eyes ignoring her face and checking her body out. Stacy had to have noticed. I'm sure she thought it was kind of rude or crude, but, being sweet and friendly, she made no mention of it.
We talked for a bit longer and Eric said he was heading home and would change clothes and maybe join us later. Stacy and I stood up to say goodbye and he and I shook hands, and then he turned to say goodbye to Stacy. He again leaned down and kissed her on the cheek but fairly close to the lips. His right hand rested on her waist as he kissed her. As he turned to leave I saw Stacy clearly, for a second, still on her tippy-toes looking at him as he pulled away to leave. He left and we sat back down. There was a brief moment of awkward silence.
"So, you alright?" I asked her, as we sat in the late afternoon sun.
"Yes, why?"
"You just seem a little distant or preoccupied. Maybe it's just me," I said, only half-joking.
"I forgot how tall your friend Eric is. When I was standing talking to him I barely came above his belly button."
We sat there in silence for a bit, with her comment hanging in the air. We finished our drinks and decided to head back to the room to shower and get something to eat. I followed behind Stacy as we made our way to the room. God, her ass and legs were so perfect. Whenever she wore a swimsuit, or even walked around our house in her underwear, it was like our relationship took on a different dynamic. One of the things about Stacy and I, we are pretty 50-50 in our marriage. But, when she is wearing a bikini or just underwear or even short shorts, it's like this unspoken thing happens. Her demeanor doesn't really change, it's very subtle, but we both know she has this super power over me: the body she was blessed with.
It was around 6pm, Stacy was in the shower and I was setting up some music to play in the room. It was still pretty warm as the sun was still working its way toward the ocean. I opened the sliding door on the deck a little bit and used the doorstop to hold the front door open a few inches to allow some cross breeze. I got the music going, just some chill background music, and I grabbed a beer and went out on the deck to look towards the setting sun and the pool area. There were some kids playing in the pool. Parents reading books, all very peaceful. I loved it.
In the room behind me, I could faintly hear the shower water shut off. Stacy was out of the shower. As I leaned on the railing, I looked behind me and saw Stacy come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and a towel around her waist. Her tits were fully on display and I watched her patter about checking her phone, checking the fridge and standing in front of the mirror over the bar area as she applied some moisturizer to her face. She was standing profile to my position and seeing her perfect firm tits on that lean little body, I felt so lucky.
It was at that very moment that I heard a quick knock on our door as Eric had innocently entered our room. Since I had propped it open for the breeze, he just knocked as he entered.
"Knock-knock," he said as he entered.
Stacy turned her back to me as she looked in surprise at the sound of Eric's voice. Now would likely be a good time to mention that I have been known to be sometimes jealous and insecure about Stacy around other guys. This sudden situation was one of them, even though he was my longtime friend. And one of the things I would offer as my defense would be that for what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact only a second or two, Stacy did not cover her tits right away after she saw who it was. Only after this strange gap of time did I see her arms come up to cover her tits. I began to enter the room at this point and could see Eric, still about ten feet in front of Stacy, staring right at her little body.
Stacy spoke first. "Oh, hi, Eric, I was just in the shower, sorry."
Stacy apologized to HIM? For what? As she was saying this, Eric was walking towards her.
"No worries, Stacy, I just saw the door open and thought I'd be OK coming in."
At this point, he glanced up only for a second to acknowledge me and then his eyes were right back on Stacy, who still had not scurried back onto the bathroom as I would have expected. Even when Stacy heard my voice as I approached from behind, Stacy stood facing Eric...her back to me. Her hands and arms were marginally covering her big tits. Once I reached Stacy and was standing next to her did she decide to walk into he bathroom. It seemed like she and Eric were holding eye contact as she made her way towards the bathroom. She smiled as she closed the door.
"Hey, buddy, sorry about walking in on you guys," Eric said to me, in not the sincerest of tones.
"Ah, don't worry about it. We're on vacation, and besides, it was an innocent mistake."
"Hey, so I thought I'd take Stacy and you up to the hotel bar and buy you guys a round or two."
"Sure, that would be great. Give us a few minutes to get ready and we will meet you up there."
"Sounds good, I've got to stop by my office anyway to check scheduling stuff. Look for me at the bar, or if I'm not there yet just tell Tony to set you up. On me."
Eric handed me his business card and he wrote something on the back of it and handed it to me.
He then walked over to the bathroom door and said, "Bye, Stacy, hope to see more of you later!" as he chuckled and slapped me on the back and headed out the door.
"Ha-ha, very funny, mister," I heard Stacy say from behind the door in a mocking tone.
I had already showered and was just changing my clothes by the bed when Stacy walked out of the bathroom. Her hair looked so good. Blond, and combed straight and still slightly wet. So cute. Her suitcase was on the spare queen bed and her back was to me. She slid her towel off and I watched in childlike awe as she slithered on a pair of lavender thong underwear,and stood looking at her clothing choices in her case.
It always amazes me when I see Stacy's clothes without her in them. They look like miniature clothing. She pulled out a little black cotton dress. I swear in her hands it looked about the size of a hand towel. She just slipped it on over her head and slid it down her body. It was tight but the cotton material was stretchy and looked comfortable. It somehow managed to cover her, but barely. I'm not exaggerating when I say it maybe went an inch below her butt. It clung to her lean tiny frame. She turned and went over to the mirror above the bar area. It was then that I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. She brushed her hair a little more and checked her lips and eyes.
I know it's probably my jealous mind, but I swear it was like she knew what she was doing. Torturing me, and yet acting so innocent at the same time. I loved it and hated it. Her tits were perfectly formed inside that dress. Stacy in that dress and no bra is probably what brought on a slight case of worry, and I couldn't help but bring it up.
"Hey, babe, you usually wear a bra with that dress. Any reason why you aren't wearing one tonight?"
"We're on vacation, honey, and it's so warm anyway. I just thought it would be OK to go without one."
As we walked down the stairs on our way to the bar, I watched in erotic awe as her tits bounced freely as she made her way down the stairs. Not floppy or loose, but a firm toned bounce to them. Often in moments like this, a voice in my head would remind me of how lucky I was to be with a girl built like Stacy, but that same voice would sometimes taunt me about being out of her league sexually.
We made it to the bar. Night was sending the day away. It was a cozy place, fancy but cozy. Again with that island vibe. Teak wood walls with palm trees and other tropical plants. The bar was on the left, with tables and booths in front of the bar and it all looked out onto a marina of middle to upper-end sailboats and cabin cruisers.
We made our way to the bar. It wasn't crowded but it wasn't slow either. A comfortable amount. Room for everyone. As I stood at the bar waiting for the bartender, Stacy was next to me facing out at the view of the boats. But believe me when I say most of the guys in there were suddenly looking at her view. She had on sexy flat sandals that had little string straps that tied around her ankles. She said they are called Gladiator sandals. She was definitely tiny, but she was so curvy at the same time. Amazing.
I said hello to the bartender and handed him the card Eric gave me. He looked at me and then at Stacy and smiled and nodded yes and told us to go have a seat and he'd bring the drinks out to us. We picked a small booth towards the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out on the boats. Stacy and I were living the good life. On vacation. A beautiful setting. I was in heaven. And yet, Stacy seemed slightly different.
Normally, in these times, she is very engaged with me and we talk like best buds. But she seemed almost as if she was waiting for something else. It was like her evening had not fully begun yet. Maybe it was just waiting for the drinks to arrive. She only occasionally looked at me or spoke to me. I hoped it wasn't from my bra comment. She would look around the room a bit, perhaps just taking it all in.
I left it alone and our drinks came. The bartender barely even acknowledged my presence. He was clearly trying to see as much of Stacy as he could. From his view, he could see all of her legs and was pleased with what he saw. In that dress when she was seated, it practically was like she was sitting there in a tee shirt. He gave a sly smirk to Stacy, as if he knew what she was up to. He said he would check back shortly.
I raised my beer glass to Stacy and she raised her wine glass and we toasted.
"Here's to some fun in the sun," I said.
Stacy smiled and agreed.
Just then Eric walked in. He saw us, and after a brief word with the bartender, he came over to our table. Stacy and I were sitting facing each other and Eric slid into the booth next to Stacy, facing me. As I said, I know I can be jealous and insecure, so I try to ignore these things. They are probably all made up in my mind. Besides, he was my friend. If it was just he and I there, he would be sitting across from me.
We talked for a bit and had two rounds. Eric's hands had at some point left the table and were resting in his lap or on his legs, I assumed. He and Stacy had just gotten to know each other and already seemed to have a sort of comfortable and playful banter. It was like they had a connection on some unseen level.
Stacy was clearly more alive and in better spirits than she was when we arrived at the bar. Must be the drinks.
Stacy must have been warm from being in the sun all day; she looked a bit flush and wasn't saying a lot. Eric was doing most of the talking anyway. He seemed to enjoy bringing up stories from our school days, like how shy I was in the gym showers. It was true that I wasn't exactly brash with confidence, which is exactly how you would describe Eric. And I will admit, from what I remember in high school gym, he had a lot to be proud of. Being 6'5", it would make sense.
We finished a third round of drinks and decided we'd maybe go for some dinner at one of the nearby restaurants. I got up to settle with the bartender since Eric seemed to have forgotten all about the drinks being on him. The bar was getting a bit busier so I was standing there when Eric and Stacy walked up and she leaned in to me and said that she had to use the bathroom and would rather use the one in our room. I said OK, and I'd be right behind them as soon as I settled the tab.
As Eric was walking out with Stacy, I thought I saw Eric nod to the bartender. I thought nothing of it. I figured since they knew each other it was just a "see ya" kind of thing.
After a good five minutes of waiting, the bartender had not come to take my card. He was busy, but not so busy he couldn't have settled my bill. I was patient though and waited a while longer. Finally, a cute server girl that must have seen me waiting asked if I needed any help. I told her I was just wanting to pay my tab. She took my card and went down to the register. She spoke with the bartender and he looked over at me and they talked a bit more. This was at least ten or fifteen minutes after Eric and Stacy had left. She then left the card on the counter next to the register and walked out the other side of the bar and continued helping customers.
Almost twenty minutes later the bartender came over to me and said the computer was a bit slow tonight and it would just be a minute or two longer. I was getting pissed. He brought me a drink and said it was on the house so I sat at the bar drinking it and waiting. Finally, after almost thirty minutes, he quickly brought me the card and I signed and left.
As I made my way to the room I became suddenly aware that Eric and Stacy had been back at the room for nearly thirty minutes, alone. I started to jog briskly, my fears and insecurities swelling in my brain. I hurried up the stairs and quietly slid my card and opened the door quickly.
The room was empty. The main curtain of the sliding glass door was open but the semi-sheer curtain was lightly swaying in the gentle breeze. I closed the door. They must have heard it because they suddenly walked inside. Stacy walked in barefoot, like a cat in that little black cotton dress. Her sandals were over by the couch. Her face was flush and she seemed flustered.
"Hi, baby, what took you so long?" she said in an almost rehearsed tone.
Eric walked in behind her.
"Hey, buddy, what was the holdup?"
I stood there, trying to be cool and not appear worried or jealous. But, without any doubt, if you had been standing in that room at that moment, you would have sensed that I was the third wheel.
It was all Stacy could do to appear happy that I was finally back. She walked in and hugged me and went over to the coffee table to grab her glass of wine. She had to bend down just slightly and even with a slight bend I could see part of her ass in that short sexy dress. She turned to me and said,
"Baby, I was thinking that since Eric has been drinking, maybe we should let him spend the night here in the spare bed instead of having him drive all the way home."
I was now feeling more worried but also I knew in a practical sense, she was right. Plus, with me right there, nothing could really happen. So, we agreed to let Eric stay the night. We decided on what restaurant to go to.
Dinner was nice, but again Stacy and Eric sat on one side of a booth and I on the other. Our server continually acted as if Eric and Stacy were the couple and I was their friend. Stacy again didn't seem overly talkative at dinner, and was definitely flush. I assumed it was the warm San Diego weather.
We eventually got back to the room around 9pm and I had forgotten that Eric was going to be staying the night. The three of us hung out in the living room talking and catching up and drinking a bit more wine.
Stacy was the first to go to bed and then I began nodding off about twenty-five minutes later. So, I said good night to Eric and told him to stay up as late as he liked and just use the queen bed next to ours. The beds were like any standard hotel room with two queen beds. They were side by side about five feet apart, with a night table in between.
Stacy wore nothing but a white tee shirt to bed. It was about the same length as that sexy black dress. Eric watched TV a little while longer and then turned off the lights except for a lamp in the living room, which was far enough away that it was mostly dark in the bedroom area.
To my knowledge, I fell asleep around 1am. Stacy appeared already asleep.
I was awoken around 2:30am to some hushed noises. Those noises would turn out to change my marriage forever.
There was Stacy, my wife, on her back, under the covers. Eric was on top of her fucking her as hard as he could while still trying to be quiet and not wake me. Stacy's feet were practically back on either side of her head. They were face to face kissing as he fucked her. The bed wasn't squeaking. They actually managed to keep it pretty quiet considering what he was doing to her.
But what I did hear, and what I think woke me up, was Stacy. I could hear her voice in what I can only describe as a frantic whisper.
"Oh my God, oh my God, Eric. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God. You're gonna make me cum!"
As she said those last words, he leaned down and they kissed passionately. He was driving in and out of her nonstop. He never stopped. She seemed in shock. I had never come close to making her cum from intercourse. I didn't believe she could have an orgasm that way. But, I awoke just minutes before she would have her first.
He seemed to be fucking as if he was trying to prove a point. To show her that he could take her pussy and make it his. The best way I could describe the tone of Stacy's voice was overwhelmed. Even in a whisper, there was emotion and passion at a level I had never heard from any woman.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Eric. Eric. Oh my God."
And then, my eyes and ears could hardly believe what came next.
"Eric, I'm gonna cum..."
And that was it. She went silent. I saw her hands suddenly reach up and practically dig into the back side of his biceps. Her feet were dangling off his shoulders. I saw her body push off the bed a little. Lifting her hips off the bed. He kept pounding her. And then, Stacy's body became rigid. She began to convulse uncontrollably. While the room was dark, there was some light coming in from the living room or from the TV being left on. I'm not sure. But, I could definitely see half of her face. Her head began to convulse wildly. She tried to hold eye contact with Eric but her head was shaking around so violently that she couldn't. Her hands were dug into his biceps, holding on for her life.
Her orgasm lasted at least twenty to thirty seconds. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen. Finally her orgasm subsided and her body became limp. Eric kept fucking her. His pace had slowed to a medium speed, but machine-like. Like a metronome. It seemed like she was quietly weeping, but I wasn't certain.
And then, I heard Eric for the first time.
"Stacy, I'm gonna cum. What should..."
