Anniversary Vacation

"I told him there are no roads to Hawaii, and then he said, 'Well, you
need a special kind of bus. Mine's called an AirBus 300.' He's an
airline pilot. By then he finished what he was doing and he came to me
with something in his hands. 'Tomorrow I'm going to be a little out of
uniform', and he gave me" - she opened her hand, and out fell his
wings - "this. He said 'I want you to keep them, Lassie, and from time
to time when you look in your jewelry box, you'll see them, and think
of me, and this glorious evening we had together. No one but you and
me will know what they mean.'".

"But, honey, you and I, we'll know what they mean - it'll mean the
time Michael flew me!"

We cuddled there and loved there, the rest of the night, lost in
thought, playing, acting out bits of her adventure.

The next morning, our last full day on Hawaii, we decided we had the
ultimate memory of this vacation. Haroldo's story was good, but what
happened with Michael was so much better.

"I felt so sexy, coming back to our room, only wearing this wrap and
sandals!" Helen repeated.

"Put it on again."

She did.

"Let me lift you."

I did, and we both watched it unwrap, fall away, exposing legs,
pelvis, belly.

"That's wonderful!"

"Al, it was so easy with Michael, knowing you wanted me to do that.
Like, when he came out on the balcony and got behind me, it was so
nice to be able to back into him, and feel how excited he was, and I
knew that is what you would have wanted me to do. I was thinking about
how you got behind me a couple of days ago, and how we had sex out
there in plain sight of everyone. And when we were on the bed, oh, I
wish you could have been there. . ."

"Be careful what you wish for, Helen!" I said, as I took her to the
bed, and lay her down, and unbuttoned the sarong.

Helen looked at me, as I looked at her, nude now, unwrapped, on the
bed.

She parted he legs just a little, and let a hand creep down between
them, touching herself while I watched - she NEVER did that - and said
"Al, I wanted you were there, to see."

I was staring at her, there in front of me, and looked at her face,
losing myself in those green eyes, those smiling, teasing, tempting
eyes. "Huh?"

"I said, big boy, that I wished you were there. Now, get on me. Get IN
me!"

That was an easy command to obey, so long as I hurried, I was almost
too excited. I wanted to be sure what I heard, though. "Helen, lover,
what did you mean when you said that?"

She was moving under me now, and looking at me while her hands touched
and stroked and caressed. "I just thought you'd have liked to have
been there, instead of me just telling you about it. I wish Michael
was going to be here tomorrow night instead of flying his AirBus,
because I'd do it all again, with both of you. And, honey, I am very
careful about what I'm wishing for."

Quickies are uncommon among people who have been married a long time.
Sometimes, though, even the best men lose control, like I did then.

Afterwards, after we calmed down, I asked again: "What exactly did you
mean when - - -" and was told to "Shhh". We tried getting out of bed
again an hour later. "Wait, honey. I want to try something," she said.

She got her wrap, buttoned it over her breasts and under her arm,
leaving the belt and waist fastening undone.

"How does this look?"

When she stepped across the floor, there was a flash of leg. When she
tried again, it opened more, showing leg, and hip, unfettered with
bikini bottoms, all the way to her waist.

"That's delicious!"

"That's how Michael thought I should come to his room. How about
this?"

She sat down on the sofa and the sarong was well behaved, staying over
her knees. She crossed her legs, and it fell away, to her hips,
exposing everything.

"If I'm careful, do you think I could wear it like this?"

"Without a bathing suit, you mean?"

"Yes, silly. It wouldn't matter if it opened if I had a bathing suit
on, would it?"

"I guess not. It sure works for me!"

"I'll wear it like that for you, anytime you like. Al, don't be mad at
me, when I tell you this. If ever you want me to do that again, you
have to be there! You'd be able to help me remember everything. I
think it would turn you on, too. Here." She handed me Michael's golden
wings. "Give them back when you want me to fly me that way. There, I
said what I was thinking about when I was with him. Now, I'm going to
take a shower, then let's hit the beach one last time, OK?"

In a few minutes we were both ready. Helen wore her sarong "But I have
to wear a bathing suit. Maybe I'll wear it the other way later for
you. I wish we going to be here longer than until just tomorrow,
because life here feels so free and sexy and uncomplicated. It's
wonderful!"

We were returning from the water when we saw Barbara and Stan setting
up their blanket nearby, and saw Barbara ran towards us. "There's
something I forgot to tell you about last night, honey" I said to
Helen - "Remind me, later". She didn't know that they saw her too.

By then Barbara was at our blanket: "Come on over, have a beer with
us!"

A beer lead to another and another, until Barbara and Helen did what
two men would never do. One asked the other if she was ready to go to
the lady's room, and went off together.

After while they left, Stan poked me. "Al, I was looking outside
yesterday afternoon, and I could have sworn I saw Helen on a balcony
on the other wing."

"I know. Yeah, that was Helen. I heard you and Barbara talking."

"Oh. Uh, have another beer. Uh, Barbara and I party like that a
little. Maybe, later, you'd like to come up to our room tonight? It's
room 635."

I stopped, the possibilities running through my mind. "You know, I
just don't know how I feel about that. Maybe. After all, it is our
last night here. What would go on, anyhow?"

"Nothing everyone doesn't agree to. When we party it's because we want
everyone to have a great time. Sometimes a couple will put on a show,
sometimes people sit around and talk, and then things get hotter.
There's no way of knowing, except let me tell you I think Helen is a
beautiful woman, and Barbara likes you a lot. I hope you do come up
--it'd be fun, and you'd really remember Hawaii."

"I'm just not sure about coming yet, but I'm sure about wanting
another beer, though."

"Talk it over with Helen, then give us a call, OK? I know Barbara
would like you guys to come up, too. She likes you."

By then the women came back. Another dip, and we all decided, with the
sun soon to set, it was time to go back and wash the salt off.

We rode up the elevator with Stan and Barbara. At the fifth floor, as
we left, Stan reminded me - not that I needed reminding - "Call me
about later, OK?"

Then the doors closed.

"What was that all about, Al?"

"First, I forgot to tell you Barbara and Stan saw you with Michael
last night, honey. They think we have an open sexy relationship, and
they do too, and he invited us to their room tonight."

"Oh, damn it, I didn't think people could see, I forgot when I was
with Michael that just because the sun's glare wouldn't let me see our
room, you'd still be able to see me. Barbara told me that she saw me,
too. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. She asked if we
'swung' and I told her we never had. I think they wanted us to swap
with them. I just don't know about that, that's different than last
night."

We reached our room, and went in. I got the wings from the dresser.

I held them in my hands, and thought carefully for a minute. "I think
it would be really something to go up there," I decided, saying the
words as I thought them, thinking about Helen, thinking about maybe
doing something with Barbara. "They're both nice, he really likes you.
We'll never see them again after this vacation, and we go home
tomorrow. What do you think? I know I'd like to see what it's like.
I'd like to see what you're like, to really see, with my own eyes,
what it looks like when another man touches you. At least, I'd like to
do that once in this lifetime."

Helen looked really uncomfortable. "I just don't know."

I handed her the wings. "I want you to fly tonight, OK? This one
time?"

"I wonder if I have the nerve to do that?"

"Why not? You did yesterday. I think it would be great - I'd love to
see you do that, I'd love to watch someone do that with you."

She had a glow on her face. "You want more?"

"I didn't see enough. We're on vacation, honey," I reminded her, "and
that's for pleasure. It'd pleasure me to see you get pleasured. And,
baby, you have the wings you earned yesterday. I think you promised
you'd do what I want when I gave them back to you. I want to see with
my own eyes. I want you to go. I want to go. I want to watch you,
instead of just hearing about it. It's a new story. You dared me to
ask you. Now, I'm asking. Daring you, even."

"You just aren't mad or jealous, are you?"

"No, but remember, Barbara would be there, too."

"Oh. It might be you and her, and -- shit, honey, I don't know. . ."

There was a minute's pause.

"But that would be fair, wouldn't it? It would even things out," she
said. "OK, I'll do it."

"OK, you call them," I said. It seemed to me it would be a lot more
sexy if Helen made the arrangements.

She reached for the phone: "Stan, we'd love to come up. Will in an
hour be OK?"

There was a pause. "Me, too" she answered a question I didn't hear.

"There. We have a date to, ah, experiment a little. Al, sometimes you
make me feel really naughty."

"Get showered, honey, then I will, too."

When I finished my shower and went into the bedroom, I saw Helen
standing there in the hotel's robe.

"What do you wear to an orgy? Should I wear this?" holding up her
beach wrap, and a black bikini.

"Why not just the wrap and heels, honey? It looks modest and sexy at
the same time. Everyone thinks people wear them over their bathing
suits."

"Yeah, that's what I'll do."

I pulled on chinos. Only chinos, and boat shoes.

In a moment Helen was wrapped, buttoned, and sashed.

"I do like feeling this way," she said as she tested walking, and
redid the sash, until walking exposed her leg to mid thigh. "A real
slut, huh?"

"More like a sexy wife who's going to please her husband. Let's go."

"OK," she agreed, and we left the room. She looked delicious, sexy,
beautiful. I wished I was Stan, having this woman come up to me
dressed this way. He's a lucky man!

The elevator was empty so there was time for a kiss and a caress.

Outside the door, Helen turned to me, needing encouragement. "Al, this
is for you too, and I'll play it however you want. What DO you want?"

"I want you to be sexy, provocative, uninhibited. I want this to be
the wildest night of your life, and I want to watch it all. That's
what I want."

Stan and Barbara had their room dimly lit. He had on the same robe
Michael did, and she was wearing a kind of flowing dressing gown, that
at least hinted of was under there - not much! It was open enough at
the throat so I could see the start of something made of nylon, and
very sheer. Her gown opened enough at the leg to assure me whatever
was under there was pretty short.

I had a lump in my throat as well as in my pants!

Wine was distributed.

Helen and I sat on a sofa, close together, Stan and Barbara in chairs,
facing us.

"Nervous, huh?"

"We've never been in a circumstance like this before," Helen
explained.

"It's not bad at all, just relax. Nothing happens that you guys don't
want to happen. And you do look lovely, Helen," Stan said.

Barbara added her opinion: "We know you guys do some experimenting,
like last night. This is kind of like that. Last night was exciting,
wasn't it, Helen?"

"Embarrassing because you saw it is more like it. But yes, it was."

"I'm so glad you wore that, Helen - I saw you wear it last night, over
there," Stan pointed.

Helen walked to the balcony. "When I was over there, the glare on this
side of the resort was really bad. I tried to see our room, and
couldn't see a thing. It was silly, but I thought someone on this side
wouldn't be able to see there, either. What could you see?" she asked,
turning to Stan.

"I saw enough to wish I was that guy. Like, from the first instant I
saw the two of you together there I knew what was happening. Barbara
and I did some things like that. It's so sexy - we both loved it.
Would you like to do some of that exact same thing again?"

I couldn't help myself. "Yeah, Helen, could you do that? Act out what
happened yesterday, I'd love that."

Barbara whispered "Do you really like to watch, Al?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, let's watch for a while. But Al," she turned to me, stood on
her toes, and took my face in her hands, "But Al, later, you can have
me, when you want to."

Meanwhile, Stan was trying to get Helen comfortable. "I'll show you
what I saw," he said, and walked to Helen. Helen looked at me. "Honey,
are you sure about this? Be careful what you wish for."

"I'm wishing, I'm wishing!"

She stood by the balcony rail, looking out into the darkness.

Stan moved behind her, arms surrounding her, his hands on the rail. "I
think I saw this."

Barbara took my hand and we stepped to the door going to the balcony
to watch, as Stan put his hands around Helen, and on the rail.

"Yeah, that's right, and I felt him close to me."

He placed a hand around her, pulling her to him. She moved as he
wanted, until their bodies were firmly together.

"Oh Christ, Helen, that feels so nice!"

"Honey, that looks so sexy," I added.

"Guys, I'm really embarrassed. Can we move inside, and maybe turn the
lights off, or down? I don't want to put on a show for everybody in
that wing."

Barbara turned off the lights in the bedroom, pulled the draperies
closed, and turned on the bathroom and hallway light. It was dim, not
dark.

"I feel like everyone's watching me," Helen whispered.

"Don't worry about that, Helen, you'll find out it makes it sexier.
Come here again." Stan again stood behind her, and again, slowly,
placed his arms around her midsection, and hugged her, backing her
into him.

"You do feel so good, Helen." His head descended until he could kiss
her neck and shoulder.

"Move your hair, honey," I pleaded, wanting to see that gesture, and
then, I saw it, her hand over her head, moving hair, making her neck
available. "Like this?"

We watched as he bent, accepting the offering, her head tilted to
receive his lips - incredible! Even better was the promise of things
to come - I had as hard an erection as I could remember.

"I saw this, too." Stan's hand began searching for, then finding, the
side hem of the sarong.

Helen, her head tilted, eyes closed, enjoyed the moment as Stan's
mouth found that wonderful hollow in her neck below her ear, that
special place that excites her. Already she was coloring - her pale
skin took on a red glow.

Now he had one hand on her sarong at about her stomach, the other,
just at her hip.

Helen's hands went to cover the hand he had on her stomach.

Barbara's hand tightened on mine, as Helen again moved back against
him, her eyes found mine as she did that.

She continued that gaze, a small smile on her face, as she moved one
of her hands to Stan's wrist, on her hip.

"It is sexier when Barbara and Al are looking at us, you're right.
Michael was the guy's name from over there," she whispered. "When we
were like this, he did this."

She pulled on Stan's wrist, moving it in, and under, the wrap.

"How far does this flap go, beautiful?" Stan wanted to know.

"Almost all the way across my front, the way I have this on."

He found the inner flap when his hand was almost to her opposite hip.

Helen reached up and back so she could touch his cheek.

Stan's eyes were closed, as his hand found the skin on her hip, and
moved back towards center, pulling the inner flap with it. We could
see all of that happening under her wrap.

Stan whispered "Oh, there's a difference, Barbara, yesterday we saw
that guy take off her bikini, but she's not wearing one now. There's
only Helen under here, now. Thank you Helen, thank you Al, Helen, your
skin feels so smooth. . ."

Barbara and I watched as Stan moved his hand under the material, its
travel displayed by the cloth moving on Helen's sarong, along her mid
section, until she broke her stare at me, closing her eyes,

and stood a little taller,

and made a small gasp.

Stan's fingers were doing more than exploring, now.

"Michael did that, too, he touched me like that," she muttered.

"Your wife feels warm, Al. Warm and moist. I'll bet Barbara does, too.
You should find out, Al. Are you excited, Helen, are you horny? Does
this turn you on?"

She muttered something, and even in the dim light I, we, could see her
face was moist with perspiration, and flushed.

She stood there, eyes still closed, still holding his hands to her
body, as she stood, not quite still, moving in time with his hand, as
he excited her, touching her.

Barbara, still standing in front of me, used her right hand took my
right wrist, and led it under her own robe onto the short negligee she
was wearing, and down to its hem, then up again, and then her sigh
matched Helen's, because my fingers found a warm wet place to touch,
too.

Barbara's grip tightened even more when my finger encased itself in
the warm moisture, as we watched the movement under Helen's beach
wrap, as Stan touched my wife. Even now I can remember what it was
like with Stan, touching her, looking at me touching Barbara, with
Helen, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his hand on her, of her
buttocks moving against him.

Helen lifted her head, turning it to the side so that their lips could
meet, she needed loving intimacy from the man whose fingers were
penetrating her. Barbara and I watched this vision, a woman, being
touched in the most intimate way, her open mouth meeting his. Barbara
moved more demandingly against my hand, her other hand lead mine under
her robe to her breast - an erect nipple was obvious through the baby
doll nightgown I was sure was under there, and her motions against my
groin found another erect organ, too.

"You're an exciting woman, Helen," Stan said, breaking the kiss. "Can
you tell I'm excited?"

"Mmmm, I can feel you, Stan."

"Al, Barbara, I know you're enjoying each other, but come here for a
minute.

We moved closer.

"Al, look at her. Doesn't she look wonderful? Would you like to kiss
your wife while I'm touching her? Helen, would you like that?"

She nodded yes, and opened her eyes enough to see me, and took my face
in her hands, and drew me to her. It was incredible, kissing her,
feeling her make motions that weren't caused by me while we were doing
that.

"I've never felt a woman so wet, Helen. It's like you're full of the
richest cream, it's like my fingers are in the softest butter."

She just stood there, enjoying it, knowing I was watching her face
while it happened.

"Barbara, honey, get behind me, OK?" Stan asked.

She did.

"Loosen my robe, OK?"

"Can you feel how hard I am, Helen?" he wanted to know.

"Mmm, yes, yes I can."

Her eyes opened, and saw me, right in front of her.

"Al, reach around her."

I did, hands on her hips.

"Al, could you lift up the back of her wrap for me?"

What a perverted thing to ask me to do!

But I began gathering the material in my hands, lifting, while Helen
stared into my eyes. She felt the coolness on her legs, then warmth
and hardness on her ass, as her eyes widened when she felt my fingers
on her waist: I lifted the material that high!

Stan moved closer, and Helen's eyes fluttered closed, she made a faint
gasp, as now, for the second time in two days she direct evidence of
the excitement she caused a man who hardly knew her, this time being
especially erotic because it was me who lifted her wrap, so she could
feel his erection move against her ass, and between her legs.