It was our tenth-anniversary vacation. Hector had always wanted to go snorkeling, where there are lots of things to see. He’d done it mostly in Northern California, and he decided to try St. Croix Island. He enjoyed snorkeling, and I don’t like getting my head underwater, thanks to my older brother, so he always went without me.I like to dance—club dance, ballroom dance, you know, guy-girl dance. Hector has the rhythm of a guy on stilts, so as you might think, neither of us like dancing together. When we go on trips, it’s often to satisfy one of us, not both of us.That’s what we do—take turns. When we were making plans, I wondered if I was getting the short end of the stick—shorter than normal.When we got to our resort, I have to say the tropical resort look was beautiful; the building, the grounds, and the beach fit perfectly. We arrived early enough that we had a nap and a little exercise before dinner. Exercise always puts me in a good mood.After dinner, I was in an even better mood because of the excellent dinner, satisfying sex, and beautiful surroundings. After dinner, we went to their bar, which had music and dancing, a small band that did Latin dance music interspersed with a little rock and even waltz dancing music.It was during one of the waltz periods that Spencer asked me to dance. I can still remember our first dance. We just fit together. With him leading, I knew exactly what to do. In fact, it was the first time people pulled away to watch my partner and me dance. It was exhilarating.When Spencer finally brought me back to my table with Hector, he sat down, and the three of us talked. Nowadays, we don’t think of the waltz as sexual, but it can be, with themes of control and submission interwoven into the leading and following. When Spencer and I danced, I realized how sexual it was.Spencer exuded control, which I responded to with feelings of sexual submission. It was a wonderful feeling while still being terrifying. The possibility of submitting to a stranger in front of my husband scared me.When Hector and I got back to our room, we made love—gentle, relaxed love. Hector was considerate and focused on my pleasure. His tongue stimulated my clitoris gently; he caressed my breasts; and we did a lot of kissing. It was friendly, soft, and relaxing.It was soothing, in contrast to what I’d felt when Spence and I were dancing. I relaxed into a sensuous, tranquil, loving frame of mind. I felt close to Hector, but I missed the intense emotions Spencer had elicited in me, even though they scared me.We got up late, had lunch, and explored the resort. There Üsküdar Escort was a wonderful pool, and visible from the pool was the beautiful beach with white sand laid out in front of us. The evening started with another wonderful dinner, and then we moved into the bar and music. I had just finished dancing with a very nice guy when Spence came in. He approached us, and we invited him to sit, well Hector did. I was still nervous about the feelings Spence elicited in me.Eventually, Spence asked to dance: “Hector, I’d like to dance with your wife again. Okay?” And he held his hand out to me. As I got up, I felt the need to submit to Spencer.He whispered in my ear as we started, “Rah, that’ll be my name for you; I love to have secret names for the beautiful women I know.” There was an emphasis on the word ‘know,’ which let me realize he was implying he meant it in the biblical sense. He continued, “I love the way you follow my lead; you seem to know exactly what I want next.”I replied, “It’s because I enjoy how you lead, letting me know where you want me.” As I heard myself say it, I didn’t wonder where it came from because I knew. I only wondered why I said it.When we danced, he was confident, polished, and funny. Maybe a little too confident, too controlling, I thought. He held me close, so close that I was becoming uncomfortable dancing in front of Hector. Luckily, Hector was sitting away from the dance floor, talking to a couple of guys also in real estate development.I was uncomfortable, but the need to follow his lead overwhelmed that. He had me tucked in between his legs, so we were moving as one. He was talking about a secluded beach he’d seen on his last trip to the island. “Rah, it was wonderful. warm, quiet, and private. Sarah and I—um, she was my girlfriend at the time we went swimming, and ah, we,” he stopped there and then finished, “went swimming.” The music slowly stopped, and he kissed me. His hand was holding my head still, so I couldn’t escape, and his tongue invaded my mouth, looking for my tongue.It paralyzed me for a minute, and I felt overpowered. I suddenly realized I was responding by kissing him back. My arm was around him, and my tongue was playing with his. His other hand slipped between us, searching for my breasts. My paralysis left me, but only after he found my nipples and was tweaking them.I whispered, “No, no.” and I pushed him away and returned to Hector. No one had ever done that to me—touched my breasts—since I’d first dated Hector. The entire thing happened so naturally. When we went to bed, I lay Escort Üsküdar next to Hector, thinking. I didn’t like the way I’d reacted to Spencer’s attempt to seduce me, but I enjoyed the feelings that had spread through my entire body. His hand on my breast, his kisses, and his tongue searching for mine made me feel different. I was still thinking about it as I slipped into sleep.The next morning, Hector was going snorkeling on the other side of the island; he left early and was returning a bit after seven in the evening. After breakfast, I was at the pool, watching the people go by. I absolutely wasn’t waiting for anyone in particular until I heard Spencer say, “Hey Rah, um, where’s Hector? Still in your room?”I felt my breasts tighten up, and I realized I was lying to myself. I was waiting for someone—last night’s dance partner. We just started talking when I heard myself ask him, “What was the name of that beach?” I waited for him to answer.He replied, “I never learned the name; it’s kind of small, so it may not have a name.””So, where is it? This beach where you and Sarah, to quote you, ‘We went swimming, um, we went swimming.’ That beach. Where all you did was swim.” I smiled at him as I finished.When I said that, I realized I might be heading into dangerous territory. I shoved the thought aside, forgetting that, until last night, I’d never seriously kissed anyone since I’d married Hector. I’d never kissed, much less enjoyed a man’s hand on my breasts.I grinned at Spencer before asking him, “What exactly didn’t you and Sarah do at the unnamed beach?”He grinned back at me, replying, “We went into the water to swim, but it seemed so isolated. Well, I unfastened her bikini top and started playing with her tits. She got hot—well, aroused—playing in the open like that. And by the time we were back on the beach, well, I was fucking her. It drove both of us wild.” He thought for a minute, then slowly continued, “We spent the rest of the day, fucking and swimming. By the time we left, her tits were pretty ragged, not to mention her pussy and my cock. We had to skip a day before we could do it again. Um, fuck.”He looked at me seriously, and I could see what he was going to suggest.My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, but I finally told him, “Don’t go there, Spencer. It’s too late for today, but I’ve done nothing close to what you want to do there, ever, so don’t push.”He grinned, and lied, saying, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”The bar had mocktails, and I didn’t want my thinking messed up with alcohol, so I asked Spence to get me one. When Üsküdar Escort Bayan he returned, he handed me my drink, and we continued our conversation.I finished my drink, and he said, apropos of nothing, “I wish I was a detective instead of a civil engineer.”I replied, “That came out of nowhere, didn’t it? What does it mean?””Well, if I was a detective,” he paused for a moment, then said, “I could investigate all your secrets. I think I’d enjoy the investigation.” He hesitated again. “Rah, if I could do it privately. I’d love to know you better. Um, Hector knows you’re married, and he cares. I know you’re married, but I don’t care. I would still like to investigate you.”You know you’re married, so the question that remains is if you’d like to investigate me the same way I want to investigate you,”I sat at the table, confused. I wasn’t confused by what he was suggesting. It was my reaction to his suggestion that confused me. I was reliving my reactions to his kisses and the touch on my breast that was confusing me.I was also picturing myself naked in front of him. I could see his cock, feel his hands on my tits, and feel his tongue searching my mouth. When I pictured him taking me and his cock entering me, I knew I had to leave. I suddenly said to Spence, “I’ve got to go now, up to my room,” and I left to go to my room.By the time Hector got back from his snorkeling trip, I was back outside. I followed him to our room, where I forced him to fuck me as hard as he could. When we were through, I was so relaxed that we called for room service so we could rest and recover. I was relaxed, but I still wasn’t able to get rid of the vision of Spence naked.The next morning we had breakfast and then picked up a rental car. We’d taken the island tour on our second day and wanted to spend some time touring on our own. I saw Spencer as we were getting in the car, and I waved at him with a smile. I was feeling great and had decided to stay away from him.Our self-tour was wonderful because we could take extra time where and when we wanted.For dinner, I changed into a tropical flowered skirt and a loose, bright-colored top with a contrasting sash and dancing slippers. Altogether, it was a Virgin Islands slash Hawaiian look. We had dinner and then drifted to the hotel bar.I knew Spence would approach me eventually, and he did. I hadn’t come up with a polite way to turn him down, so I accepted. Did I mention he was confident—maybe too confident? Well, he was. We were dancing so close that we were touching each other from our waists to our chests. His crotch was touching mine, and he pressed my breasts against him. We were perfect, dancing together, when suddenly we were outside on the patio. One of his hands was pressing us together at the waist. He pressed his cock against my pussy. His other hand was holding my head, kissing me again.