A Summer Vacation: A Wife-Swapping Novella (8 page)

8

“That was...”

Helena, for the first time since she had begun coming to her friends' house, looked slightly bashful. She covered her face with a pillow. “I
know.
”

Steve pulled the pillow away from her face. “What do you know?”

She bit her lower lip. Steve was cold with anticipation. He wanted so badly for her to say the right thing here, for what had happened to be a gateway to something else.

But Helena seemed afraid to say anything.

“Did you like it?” Steve said quietly.

She nodded. 

She smiled.

This may have been the most erotic moment Steve could remember, that wasn't right in the middle of sex.

She smiled. Invitingly.

Then she wrenched the pillow from him and covered her face. “I know. It's just so...”

He pulled the pillow away again, laughing. He was actually relieved that some remnant of Helena's pre-Tehrani personality was showing through: a little bit of bashfulness after all of her brazen, over-sexed behavior lately. “It's just so
naughty?
” he prompted.

She gave a light snort and nodded, then tried to pull the pillow away from him.

“Well, it is,” she insisted. “I mean...I knew Zahra was...but I didn't think she was...” Helena jerked her head in the direction of the hot tub.

They looked at each other.

“How about this...” he said slowly, feeling like he was moving around in the dark for something, but had finally found a clue that helped him make sense of where he was. Like he might actually find something, if he just kept moving patiently...

“How about we just...we just share our fantasies? Maybe it was like a chance to...I don't know. Do something new.” He looked at her. “
I
thought it was really hot.”

She giggled. “Me too,” she whispered. And it was evident there was something else.

Steve tried to keep his hope from making him just start blabbering incoherently.

He should probably just leave it, he thought.

Helena cocked her head. “Hmm,” she said, and her voice was a sexual purr, to Steve's delight. “So, do you have more fantasies?”

Really?

He grinned, a little bashfully. “Maybe.”

She reached toward him and put a hand on his chest. Her fingers moved up and down his skin, and she smiled. “Okay. But I don't do anything with animals.”

They laughed. Then Steve decided to plunge. It was likely the best opportunity he would ever have for sharing the secret he had kept from her for so long.

His heart beat for a moment in the silence, and he could feel it. It was like holding onto the edge of something, just before you jump.

Helena's face turned serious as well, as she saw that his own face had gone still and he had left the jokes behind.

“Okay, so I have one,” he said softly. “A real one.”

She opened her mouth, and he could see that she was possibly planning to make a joke, but thought better of it. “Okay,” she said instead, and her lips closed together to show she was listening, seriously.

He looked up at the ceiling. “Okay, don't...it's sort of strange, but remember, it's just a fantasy, I just...”

He looked back at her when she didn't respond. Helena was waiting patiently.

In fact, maybe she looked a little...excited?

“I have this fantasy about seeing you with...”

He suddenly felt the need to laugh, and he wiped his face, as if he were covered with sweat. His chin was covered with a weak stubble, he needed to shave.

“What is it?” Helena said. But her voice was different. Like she was....no it couldn't be.

Like she was getting off on this?

Steve's optimistic side, which often got him in trouble, brightened. “Okay,” he said. “I want to see you with another man.”

Helena's mouth dropped open a little.

But just a little.

Not wide, not in shock, not even, he noted, in surprise.

“Not really,” she said.

He looked back up at the ceiling and rocked back and forth on his ass a little. He sucked in his breath. “Uh...well, since we're being honest...well, yeah. Yeah. Really.”

It suddenly hit him, almost like he had run into a wall, that he was actually having a serious conversation with his wife about this.

She looked incredulous when he looked back at her. But not
disbelieving,
not horrified. She was smiling, and then she shook her head. “I don't...know what to say.”

He reached for her hand, and caught her arm instead. He gave a quick squeeze. He didn't want to do any damage to the house of cards he was building. “Look. Don't...we don't have to say anything right now. It's just...a fantasy, right. You don't have to act on it, I don't have to act on it...it's just -”

“But do you want to, also? Like swingers or something?”

What was the expression on her face, he wondered?

“It's going to sound crazy,” he said, deciding to be largely honest...I mean, of course he thought about fucking Zahra, what man wouldn't? But that wasn't the center of it at all. It wasn't the thing that really got him fired up. “But it's really just more about...you. Like, you with another guy and me watching.”

Now her mouth fell open a little further.

“And not you, with another woman?”

He shook his head, slowly, to give it emphasis.

She let out a strange laugh. “I don't believe you,” she said.

“Why not?”

“I just...” she was smiling, and shaking her head, and she folded her arms. “I don't get what...like, what do you get out of it?”

Steve closed his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don't actually know,” he said finally.

“But you'd want me to do it.”

He nodded.

“Like, actually do it.”

He nodded again.

She leaned forward. “So if I went out and...I don't know...had sex with...”

And here she paused, but Steve's cock turned hard as a rock because she paused for far too short of a time, far, far too short, to have not already been thinking of this name:

“Say, Reza? I had sex with him and you would just watch, and that would be…?”

“Hot,” Steve offered, his cock now directing him far more than his brain. His cock, the most optimistic of all his body parts, was now surging with hope aplenty.

Helena sat there, cross-legged with her arms folded, and the most strange expression on her face, for what seemed like an eternity.

Then she let a sound escape her mouth. It was not a laugh, or a huff, or a gasp, but some kind of combination of those three things. And then she smiled.

“I...have to...you're serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Serious-serious?”

“It couldn't -”

And then they were cut off, by the lilting and screeching voice of Zahra, shouting back at Reza's soft and barely audible baritone in furious Persian, and then quickly sweetened:

“Lovelies, Reza says you have made some kind of golf appointment.” More Persian. “I don't understand,” her voice continued, moving away from the cabana, and muttering, though in English so apparently to be heard, “why this golf can only be done in the morning. Oh god, I have such a headache.”

Her heels clacked away toward the cabana with the bar.

Steve and Helena smiled at each other.

“To be continued?” he said.

She shook her head lightly and smiled. “I guess so,” she said.

9

The week after the party, Helena told Zahra she had appointments on Monday. She both desperately wanted to return to the pool, and also wanted to avoid it.

Avoid the temptation, that was now even more of a temptation, of Reza.

Steve had seemed almost apologetic when she told him on Monday night that she hadn't gone over there.

“I didn't mean to...” he said, and then seemed unable to finish the sentence.

“No,” Helena had said, and they both knew it was kind of an awkward lie. “No, I just...I can't spend every day by the pool. You know.”

They looked at each other.

And then suddenly, they both started laughing.

“It's actually sort of awkward,” she admitted.

Steve shook his head. “Look, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have...said anything, and it's not like....I mean, obviously you think it's pretty weird -”

“I have to tell you something,” Helena said. She was almost surprised by herself. She felt a sudden need to confess to everything that had happened at the pool with Reza.

It was actually perfect. It was a test. A test of whether or not Steve was serious in his fantasy. Whether or not he would really like it, or he would get mad. Because that's what had been troubling her, she realized.

“So...I didn’t know what to say when you told me about your...idea,” she said. “Um...because...well, there was something I didn't really tell you. About Reza.”

She watched his face. She watched his body.

His expression was hungry.

They looked at each other.

“Did you sleep with him?” Steve finally said, and his voice was a half-whisper.

Helena studied his face. “What if I did?” she said.

She watched the reaction that washed over him. She let her eyes drop to his burgeoning erection.

It seemed, at least from the way he seemed parched and aroused, that he was actually turned on by this.

And something inside of her quivered with a new desire. It was arousing her, too.

In such a different way than anything ever had before. She got onto the bed on her knees and walked on  them to his side of the bed, where he was breathlessly staring at her. She playfully started to unbutton his shirt. “What if I didn't
sleep
with him, but I let him do something else?”

She could feel her husband's body shudder beneath her hands. She grinned. She hadn't seen Steve this turned on in a long time. Not since, she realized, she had begun going to the pool.

She had believed it was her bikinis, and that her own libido had been stimulated by...well, the sun...but now she saw that Steve had been more attractive, and attracted, because of his fantasy.

And she liked that.

She pushed his shirt open and leaned in to brush her lips over his chest. She fluttered his eyes up to him.

His mouth was slightly open. He was obviously a little shocked, but she saw that he was recovering. He placed a hand on the strap of her camisole and fingered it. “Wha...what? What did you do?”

Helena couldn't help herself. A poker-hot flush streaked across her cheeks. “Do you really want me to...?”

Steve held her by the shoulders. “Trust me when I say this,” he breathed. “I really want you to.” 

Helena took a breath, and then she decided to plunge in. What was wrong with it, after all, if they were both into it?

“It's what I
let
him do,” she said, and she enjoyed the shudder that went through him, the way he sucked in his breath, and the pulse of his cock that pushed it against her leg.

“What did you let him do?” Steve breathed.

“Well...” she said. God, she really hoped he was okay with this. “I was just sitting out by the pool. All alone.
”
She reached her hand into his pants and curled her fingers around his cock. She used her other hand to unfasten his button, and push the material off his hips. His cock throbbed in her hand. She could feel that precum had drained into his boxers, and she swept her palm over his head to smear some of it down the length of his shaft.

“And Reza came over to me and offered to put some sunscreen on.”

She felt his cock throb again.

“I was topless,” she whispered, “so I was a little embarrassed. But then I really needed some sunscreen, and he already had in it his palm, so...what could I do?”

Steve peeled her cami away from her shoulders until her breasts popped out of the top. Her nipples were hard and she knew it pleased him. She could tell that his fantasy was genuine, that he was enjoying the idea of her nipples being hard because she was telling a story about Reza. Almost as much, if not more, than he enjoyed the sight of her hard nipples.

“And I let him smear it all over me. He started on my back-”

Another throb.

“But eventually he moved around, until he had my breasts in his hands. It was so inappropriate. But I just didn't...stop him...”

Steve was kneading her beasts now.

“Did it turn you on?” he said.

“Yeah. It turned me on,” she breathed. “I...well, I also forgot to mention that earlier in the day I saw him. By the pool. And I saw...”

Steve pushed her down on to her back, and pulled her pajama shorts away. She was so wet herself that she could smell her own juices, and she felt her skin rub against the slickness, which was several inches down her inner thighs.

Steve looked at her. “Did you see his cock?”

As he said this, he wasted no time in thrusting himself inside of her. He was wildly hard, and she gasped. “I saw it,” she said, and she felt his cock thrash inside of her. He was starting to shake with the exertion of stopping himself from coming. She ground her hips against his.

“I saw his cock and it was so big,” she said, and her voice was reduced to a panting squeal as she started to rise over the crest of her own orgasm. “It was a big, thick cock and I couldn't stop thinking about it while he rubbed lotion all over my body!”

The words seemed so cliched, but they sent Steve right over the edge, and he yelled loudly as he hammered himself inside of her. Her own screams joined his as she came. He fell on top of her, and lay on her body, panting, before rolling slightly to the side.

“That was amazing,” she said softly, but Steve's answer was barely intelligible because he was already dozing off.