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Good to see you. Feeling okay?"
    I looked back at Samantha. She was watching the two of us as we talked. "Bit better, thank-you. Look, I have to apologize. About last night. I...I'm not sure what got into me. Well, it was a whole lot of alcohol to be precise, but..."
    He waved it all away with one hand. "Don't worry about it for another moment. I only felt badly for your wife."
    That unpleasant ripple travelled through me again. Who was
he
to start feeling bad about my wife?
    "Oh? Why's that?" I bristled.
    He paused. Just for a moment. "Just making chit-chat, Mr. Smith. Just making chit-chat. You folks have a great day in the sun!" He shot us both a wide smile before walking back towards the kitchen.
    I turned and looked at Samantha. Her arms were folded over her chest and she had one eyebrow raised. Maybe because her husband was being a complete ass?

    ***

    I had to look away from the bathroom door. She was getting changed and I kept catching glimpses of her in the mirror. A nipple. A wisp of the down between her legs. It was turning me on and the last thing I needed mixed in with everything sloshing around in my head, was arousal.
    When she came out wearing her blue bikini, I stood and walked towards the balcony door. I took a few deep breaths, hoping the salt in the air would steady my nerves.
    "Aren't you going to get changed?"
    I spun around at the question. I was almost shaking. As certain as I was that nothing had happened the night before, her refusal to answer was clawing at me. I needed to know the truth.
    "Samantha," I said, stepping towards her, "can we please talk about what happened last night?"
    She set down her beach bag and took off her sunglasses.
    "Okay," she replied. She walked over to the bed and sat down. "Let's talk."
    I felt a swell of relief. Now I was getting somewhere. "Okay," I said, sitting down next to her and putting a hand on her back. "I'm sorry I got so blind drunk. You didn't deserve that."
    "Thank-you. Like I said, all is forgiven."
    It wasn't though? Was it? The question of what she'd done last night was again on the tip of my tongue. I looked at her. She was staring straight at me, as if daring me to ask.
    "So...what
did
you do after I passed out?" I asked, sounding quite sheepish.
    She smiled, her expression smug. "I'm not sure if I should tell you..."
    My shoulders sagged. This was unlike her, too. I probably deserved it, though. For being such an ass. Maybe there was a different way to find out.
    "What about what I said then?" I blurted before I could think it through.
    Another tiny twist of a smile. "You mean
before
you fell asleep?"
    My nervous system shuddered to life. I felt my heart beat. There was a ringing in my ears. It was one thing to blather about it drunk. Now that I was relatively sober, the prospect of talking about my fantasy was terrifying.
    "Yes. That's what I mean." I thought I played it well. My voice didn't break. I didn't look away. Only my cock shifted slightly.
    "Well? What do you want to tell me about it?"
    "What do I..." I trailed off. My eyes left hers. What did I want to say? Was this serious? Was this real? Did I really want to see her do that? Did I really want to see her with another man?
    What if she already had?
    "Andrew," she whispered, putting a hand on my knee.
    I jumped. "Yes? What?!?"
    "You're hung over. Let's go to the beach."
    She stood up, picked up her bag and walked to the door.
    "You coming? Some sun might do you good."
    Ugh. That sounded like the last thing I needed. Sun. But a thought flickered to life. I bet there'd be lots of men paying attention to that blue bikini she was wearing.
    "Hang on. I've gotta piss." I shuffled towards the bathroom, trying not to sulk. I could feel her eyes on me.
    Whose idea was this anyway? Vacations. I hated fun in the sun.

Chapter 8

    The beach wasn't so bad. They had umbrellas. I hid under one the whole time while Samantha basked in the sun. I wore a hat and dark glasses and shorts down to my knees. She