Chapter Twenty-Eight
Spencer
Life has been challenging these past three months. After several failed attempts to lure me back to the club, I think—hope—we’ve finally seen the last of Kalie.
It started with photos. She sent them to my office—shots of her with other men, clearly meant to provoke jealousy. They didn’t. I ignored them. Let it slide.
But when she called Sophie and described intimate moments from our past—thankfully ones Sophie and I had already discussed—something in me snapped.
The next morning, I followed through on the plan I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to use. I sent her father the details of her club membership, along with a few carefully selected photos, nothing explicit, just enough to raise questions he’d never asked before.
That was six weeks ago. She hasn’t made contact since. I’m hoping that was enough.
Ten days ago, Sophie, Lily, Nicky and I flew out to the Maldives. It’s paradise.
It took longer than I expected to get the office fully staffed, but we finally brought in the people we needed. With the right team in place, I could step back from the investment business and give more of my time to my girls.
Bringing Nicky with us was an inspired idea. Lily adores her, and Nicky is brilliant with our daughter. Like a second mum.
Her presence here has allowed us all to relax completely, and after the tension of the last few months—well, years really—this is just what Sophie, and I needed.
Today, I’ve arranged for Nicky to take Lily out for the day. This afternoon they’re enrolled in a child’s snorkeling class, and afterward, they’ve taken a change of clothing, to eat pizza with the other kids while watching the children’s entertainer.
Lily’s been learning to swim for almost a year. She’s been making good progress, but before we came out here, she was still very splashy. Under Nicky’s tutelage, she is learning to be calmer. Miraculously, she even taught our daughter to float with a mask on.
Now, Lily’s become a fish addict and is begging for a large fish tank when we get home.
Sophie and I are splitting our time between spending time with Lily and enjoying some time alone as a couple. Today, we’re sunbathing on the balcony of our water lodge, and I’ve got a surprise up my sleeve. I just hope I’ve read the situation right, and she loves it.
The ocean villa we’re staying in stands at the end of a weathered teak walkway, rising over the sea.
It’s built on pale wooden stilts and hovers above turquoise water so clear we can see stingrays and turtles gliding beneath the surface as if in slow motion.
A thatched roof crowns the space, blending luxury with the hush of untouched nature.
Inside, sunlight streams through wide glass doors, with creamy linens and a bed that seems to float above the ocean.
Every detail whispers indulgence—the open-air shower with views of the horizon, the glass floor panel near the bath where tiny silver fish flicker by, the scent of salt and frangipani carried in on the breeze.
Out on the private deck, the only sound was the soft hush of the waves brushing the stilts below.
Three days ago, Lily and I were sitting out here, having just come back from a long afternoon playing on the beach. We returned to the villa to rest, shower off the sand, and get ready to meet Sophie and Nicky for dinner at the restaurant.
We spotted a pair of turtles gliding through the water. Their slow, graceful movement captivated Lily—she couldn’t look away. Sophie and Nicky were off at the spa that day, missing the experience entirely.
That night, Lily could hardly wait to tell her mother.
Sophie has always loved turtles—and it was obvious how disappointed she was to have missed them.
Since then, I’ve made a habit of watching the water whenever I can and spoke to reception about how I could encourage them.
They gave me a pot of seaweed to drop into the water, and I’m hoping to coax them back.
Sophie’s lying out here topless while reading on her Kindle. I’m convinced whatever she’s reading is spicy because of her facial expressions and the dirty lilt to her giggles as if they’re forbidden.
A large dark mass swims alongside the lodge, and I pray it’s a turtle coming up for air.
“Sophie,” I hiss with urgency. “Quick. Turtle.”
She leaps off her seat, bolting toward me as quietly as she can. The turtle swims under the deck, but I drop a few pieces of seaweed into the water hoping to attract it back to us, and I’m delighted to see the little fella return to munch on my offering.
A glance at Sophie fills my heart. She’s standing with her hands on the rail. Her naked breasts leaning over the top as she studies the water below.
Her skin is warm and bronzed, her hair loose around her shoulders, and the gentle sea breeze lifts a few strands. She’s glowing with happiness.
For the last few weeks, it’s been a joy to witness her relaxing back into the happy, carefree woman I married. She rises on her tiptoes, leaning further over the rail, her bottom naturally lifting, and the vision of her flawless body in such a perfect pose causes my cock to thicken.
Hoping to hold her attention in that position for a little longer, I scatter the rest of the seaweed into the water.
“That’s cheating,” she complains with a grin.
Placing the cup behind me on a low table, I step behind Sophie, caging her with my hands on either side of the rail.
Seeing her walking around in only a skinny pair of bikini bottoms has been driving me crazy for the last couple of hours.
But I’ve made big plans for her this afternoon.
I just need to keep her distracted for a few minutes while others set everything up for us.
I’m hoping this is going to blow her mind.
Today is our anniversary. It seems a little unreal that we’ve been married for six years. I’m the luckiest man in the world that this woman chose me.
“I love seeing you walking around like this.” I murmur in her ear, purposefully trying to stimulate a response from her. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
With my hands on either side of her on the rail. I only touch her with my mouth, trailing soft, butterfly kisses around the base of her neck, and watch her nipples pebble as she reacts to my carnal attention.
I’ve been waiting for this moment since the morning after we arrived.
Juggling a scene like this with being a parent is hard.
But the first night we slept here, Sophie had a sexy dream about us out here.
I woke up to find her sucking me off while she masturbated.
Christ, that’s a memory that’s going to stay with me for a long time, but I’m hoping this one will last longer.
It’s taken some organization to set it up, but with Lily and Nicky out until eight o’clock, my wife and I have some time to play.
Sophie grips hold of the railing; her gesture raises a smug smile. It suggests her arousal is mounting.
My hands drop to the ties on her hips. I pull them to release the two small triangles of material covering her private area. As the sea breeze hits her bare pussy, she gasps.
“Spencer!”
“What?” I murmur, my lips dusting over her warm shoulder.
“I’m naked in public.”
“Hmm, just like your fantasy the other night,” I murmur with one hand splayed over her flat stomach, I ease her back into my crotch, resting myself in the cleft of her bottom so that she can feel how swollen I am for her.
She grinds herself against me, like the perfect little slut she is. I’m certain she’s hoping to stimulate me enough to drop my hand and touch her.
“You love being a dirty bitch for me, don’t you, Sophie?”
“Hmm,” she hums, loving my attention. She drops her head back onto my shoulder, relaxing in the sure security of my affection.
I hold her in position with one firm hand, while swiping her hair away from her neck with the other, sliding it over her shoulder to trail her tresses against her right breast, aiming to simulate her nipple with the tickling effect.
Being careful not to touch her in the area she’s practically begging for me to caress, I lavish her with love, kissing every inch of her shoulder and neck, hoping to show her how much I adore her.
With my hardness pressed against her bottom, she rocks.. Her movement is a sure sign of how much she’s loving this scene. Her fantasy of being naked, exposed, where anyone could watch her—except we both know this idea turns her on more because the risk of being caught is small.
In another desperate attempt to encourage me to touch her between the legs, she takes a step to the side, opening herself wider, and offering me her body.
But it won’t work, though my lips curl into a smile to see her lust. I refuse to give in to the temptation, no matter how painful my restraint is.
“Make sure there are no dive boats coming in. You don’t want to get caught fucking your husband, do you?”
She digs her nails into the banister, lost in a state of bliss.
“I don’t care. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
“Tell me what you want, Sophie. Describe your dream to me.”
She tips her head to the side, trying to glance at me coyly over her shoulder.
My mind floods with the memory of the last time she described this.
She was riding my cock so hard and fast, and her stilted words helped to weave this magical scene in my mind.
The opportunity to give her what she craves made me blow inside her so hard that night.
I’ve subsequently thoroughly enjoyed planning this to reenact it for her.
“You strip me naked, teasing me for ages before finally fucking me against the rail.”
“Hang on, pause. We’re going to do this piecemeal. I don’t think we’ve played long enough. You’re not desperate enough yet, are you?”
“Yes, I am, I’m so wet for you, darling.” I release her for a moment, ridding myself of my shorts, desperate to experience her warm, soft skin against my hardness.