Chapter 5
We don’t talk about his fantasy from the night before as we eat our room service breakfast. Since I was tipsy, everything after the bar is hazy and feels like a dream.
We’re almost finished with breakfast when Trent clears his throat and speaks. “I want to ask you something.”
I lick the last of my eggs from the tines of my fork. “Hmm?”
He’s matter-of-fact when he continues. “Becks, if you don’t get pregnant this weekend, would you consider using someone else as a stand-in for me instead of fertility treatment?”
I freeze with the fork midair, and my eyes widen. What is he saying?
He shifts in his chair, and his face reddens. “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. You know we can’t really afford IVF.”
“But…” I lay my fork down and turn my body to face him squarely. This is a serious conversation and not one I expected to be having this morning. “Honey, I thought we’d try IVF with your sperm.”
He lowers his gaze to the table, toys with his utensils, and shrugs. “You know they said we should consider using a sperm bank. I’m okay with the baby not being mine genetically.” He looks up at me and reaches over to squeeze my hand. “I wouldn’t love our child any less.”
My stomach tightens. I don’t want to think about this…not now…not on our anniversary weekend. I’m not ready to give up hope. He might not believe in signs, but I still think there’s a reason I’m fertile right now. I have to believe it.
Smiling tenderly at him, I bring his hand up to my mouth and kiss the back of it. “Trent…honey, if we don’t get pregnant this weekend, I’ll be open to the idea.”
His shoulders relax at my words. Dang, he must have been concerned how I would respond. I need to get us back in a lighthearted mood.
I take a gulp of water and swallow before joking, “Next you’ll be demanding to watch me fuck the stand-in.”
His eyes smolder. “Oh yeah, I’ll want to watch.”
I think of Mr. Gorgeous fucking me in Trent’s fantasy last night. I was feeling quite satisfied this morning, but my pussy zings alive again. Shit.
When a tingle ripples over my body, I try to hide how turned on he’s making me, so I get up from the table. “Well, we’ll see,” I murmur and head into the bathroom.
I stand in front of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.
Could I really fuck someone else while Trent watched?
I never in a million years would have considered anything like this, but after last night, the idea intrigues me.
My pussy throbs, and I run my hand between my legs to rub my clit.
I think about being on the hotel bed, spread out for Mr. Gorgeous while Trent watches from a chair.
When I picture Trent stroking himself, a burst of longing makes me gasp. Oh, yeah, I think I could do it.
Since I don’t want to come without my husband this weekend, I stop touching myself and prep for my shower. I have a new bikini, and I plan on wearing it at the pool today. Now if I could just stop thinking about fucking someone other than my husband.
When I leave the bathroom, Trent is already wearing his swimming shorts, and I toss a pair of huge sunglasses in my beach bag in case Kurt is lurking around the pool.
He’s probably slept with plenty of women in the last seven years, so I’m confident he won’t recognize the older, curvier me unless we make eye contact.
We hold hands as we head to the lobby, and being close to Trent helps calm any apprehension that I’ll run into Kurt.
Nothing bad will happen to me if Trent is by my side.
The plan is to take it easy this afternoon and possibly eat in the dining room restaurant tonight.
I brought one more fancy dress for the trip, so maybe I can get Trent worked up again later and get another wild fucking.
I half feared we wouldn’t have a lot of sex this trip and we’d waste the chance to get pregnant, but Trent is rising to the occasion quite nicely.
The rest of the hotel is nice, sure, but the pictures I saw online of the hotel pool are what sold me on coming here.
The ocean on the Oregon Coast is never warm, so the hotel built a gorgeous heated pool, with broad palms surrounding it and a beautiful waterfall at one end.
A lazy river decorated with faux volcanic rock weaves around and connects to both ends.
I could relax there all day. But the best thing about it is the cove.
There’s a secluded nook there that is perfect for canoodling in private.
As soon as we’re in the water, I lead Trent into the cove and attack him, crushing my lips against his and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He pulls back from the kiss and laughs. “I see someone is still frisky from last night.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
When he complies with my demand, I ravish his mouth while our tongues dance.
I’m consumed with desire, but there’s no way in hell I’m telling him it wasn’t last night creating this inferno of need in my belly, it was our discussion this morning about him watching someone else knock me up.
I grind against him, desperate for his cock, but we both freeze when we hear another couple laughing and heading towards us.
Unhooking my legs from his waist, I float next to him and by the time the couple enters the cove, we’re innocently snuggling.
They smile at us and we exchange hellos, but when it’s obvious they’re sticking around, Trent and I venture back out to frolic in the main pool area.
Dangit, I wanted to slip his cock out of his shorts and have my way with him. Oh well, we have all day.
After swimming and lounging for a couple of hours, Trent wants to go back up to the room to rest. I send him on his merry way without me. I’m not leaving this pool until I need food. If I could live here, I would. This is almost my idea of heaven.
I camp out on a poolside lounge chair and get my e-reader out and scan through the erotica titles I’ve picked up.
I’m in the mood to read something dirty where the woman fucks someone other than the hubby, but nothing I currently own fits my requirements.
A quick internet search on my phone tells me I’m looking for hotwife erotica, and I’m not disappointed when I search for a book.
I pick the first one that looks like it’s a woman getting railed by some hot dude and settle back to enjoy the dirty story.
At one point I take a sip of water and notice Kurt on the other side of the pool. Oh fuck! My heart pounds as I dig in my bag, trying to seem casual so any frantic movement doesn’t catch his eye. Once my oversized sunglasses are firmly on my face, I relax and bury my head in my e-book.
I get absorbed in the story again but occasionally check what Kurt is doing.
He swims for a bit, but when he’s done, he takes his towel and leaves.
Oh thank God. What are the fucking chances he would be here?
I don’t even want to contemplate those types of odds.
I thought of him and it’s almost like I manifested him. The power of the mind right there.
When my stomach growls, I’m not ready to leave yet, so I eat a granola bar I brought with me and keep reading. When the staff fire up tiki torches around the pool, I check the clock on my phone. Jesus, how did it get so late?
I’m shoving my water bottle and e-reader into my beach bag when Mr. Gorgeous strolls by wearing only swimming trunks.
He’s lightly tanned and his narrow waist, well-defined chest, and broad shoulders make my mouth go dry.
Reading erotica all afternoon about a woman fucking a guy while her husband watches, and then having this eye candy stroll right in front of me after all my dirty fantasies last night, is more than my body can take.
My pussy clenches, and I squirm in my seat, wishing I was in Trent’s lap so I could dry hump him.
My gaze lowers, and Mr. Gorgeous’s shorts aren’t tight enough to tell me too much, but whatever he’s got in there looks to be fairly large.
Fuck, where is Trent? I would have pointed out the size of the guy’s package to see how Trent would react.
When I focus on Mr. Gorgeous’s thick muscled thighs, my brain turns to mush as I imagine it’s now me dry humping HIS leg and not Trent’s.
My husband’s voice calls over my shoulder. “Hey, Becky, there you are. Aren’t you hungry yet?”
I tear my eyes off the real-life Adonis as my husband sits down in the chair next to me. I’m practically vibrating with need, and I know I’m glowing and dazed when I look at Trent.
He raises an eyebrow. “Wow, what’s got you all worked up?”
I speak fast, stumbling over my words. “Oh, I was reading erotica all afternoon, and it got me thinking about you.”
Mr. Gorgeous chooses that moment to dive into the pool, and when he surfaces, he’s facing us, and Trent finally notices him.
“Uh huh, were you thinking only of me?”
He sounds amused so I know he isn’t angry, and I use the opportunity to distract him. Getting out of my chair, I climb into his lap and sit with my ass snug against his growing hardness. Interesting…which part of this is turning him on?
I wiggle around, pretending to get comfortable as an excuse to rub against him.
Trent growls, “Behave, Becks. We’re in public.”
Maybe I can lure Trent into the cove again. “Do you want to take one last swim before we get ready for dinner?”
The pool is way less crowded now since people cleared out as it got closer to dinnertime--plus Mr. Gorgeous. I don’t see him anywhere right now, so I’m not sure where he went.
“Hmm…” Trent pauses like he’s debating. “I have a better idea.”
“Oh?” As long as his ‘better idea’ gets his cock inside me, I don’t care what it is.
“Becks, I want you to flirt with the guy from the bar. If you can get him to kiss you, I’ll do anything you want after dinner.”
Ohhh, do I still remember how to flirt well enough to get a guy to kiss me?
I push my bottom lip out. “I don’t see where he went. That’s not fair.”