To celebrate our seven-year wedding anniversary, my wife and I booked a trip to an all-inclusive resort in Aruba. Between the sunshine and the palm trees, it didn’t take long before the miserable winter weather at home was a distant memory.
Along with the warmer temperatures came much less clothing … and along with the unlimited alcohol came fewer inhibitions. When we visited the on-site club on our first night, I was quite surprised by how much my typically-reserved wife was letting loose on the dance floor. Between her skimpy sundress and her suggestive dance moves, it didn’t take long before she’d captured the attention of a few other guys as well.
Among my wife’s various admirers, there was one gentleman who seemed to be staying particularly close to us. Although he was well-built and quite handsome, I didn’t feel overly threatened by his presence because he too was paired up with a very attractive woman. Besides, a more urgent matter soon consumed my mind: I needed to find a bathroom. My wife had consumed more alcohol than me, but I apparently couldn’t hold it in as long as she could.
I had enough in me to keep me occupied at the urinal for quite a while. When I eventually emerged and worked my way back toward the dance floor, I discovered that my wife hadn’t missed me at all. In my absence, the good-looking stranger had moved in behind her, placed his hands on her swaying hips … and she was brazenly grinding her ass into his crotch.
I was stunned. I pretty much froze right where I was standing. My gut felt as if it had been both emptied and twisted at the same time.
In stark contrast to my reaction, however, his female partner didn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, she was holding my wife’s hands as they danced facing each other – an arrangement that prevented my wife from controlling his hand placement. Horrified, I watched in slow motion as his hands slowly migrated up her dress until they were openly grasping both of her breasts.
I fully expected to see my wife squirm away – but instead, she leaned back into him further. It even looked like she closed her eyes, as if in contented abandon.
That ticked me off. Fueled by anger, my legs suddenly remembered how to walk.
When my wife noticed me approaching, she immediately had the reaction that I’d previously expected. Looking fairly alarmed, she quickly pushed his hands away, detached herself, and then tried to dance casually as if nothing had been going on.
I didn’t make any eye contact with the guy – or his girl, for that matter. Sternly, to my wife, I just said, “Let’s go.” To my wife’s credit, she didn’t object. She quietly followed me as I turned around and led the way out of the club.
It was a tense, silent walk back to our room. Once the door closed behind us, my wife broke the silence, but the flippancy of her remark only angered me further. “Listen, babe, it’s no big deal – nothing really happened.”
