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 ï>¿Resort Stay by KnightlySeducer

   Resort Stay Ch.  01

   A vacation reveals desires.

   You would never know it to look at her, but Christine is a mother of
three.  Don't get me wrong, there's no way I would say she had a perfectly
flat tummy or the body of a model.  She's more like that woman down the
block that all the guys pause to glance at on a Saturday morning while
doing their lawns as she strolls along, generally with a kid or two in
hand. She doesn't even think she's pretty, just "okay, for a mom." The
guys, I have to guess to a man, kind of grin and wonder what it would be
like to jump her bones.  She doesn't "do" anything, it's just my wife out
for a walk with the kids, but her hips naturally sway and almost call for
eyes to follow.

   She doesn't even dress to get attention, just mom shorts -- likely
cut-off jeans at mid-thigh-- and a tee-shirt, and that's invariably loose.
She "hates" tight clothes.  Yeah, she always has a bra on, except around
the house, but her wonderful 36 B's do draw attention.  Her little muffin
top is cute, almost sexy, though she hates it, and she thinks the ten
pounds she has put on since our marriage is horrid.  Probably eight of that
went to her hips adding an amazing curve to her ass and hips, not
saddlebags, and the other couple to her chest to make them very full.

   She was a very pleasing full A when we got married, but her still firm
and proud tits are now Bs.  No one knows, but her areola are darker than
when we first met, her nipples puffier.  "What do expect after three kids?"
she laments, but they are perfect and quite responsive still.  I have never
been focused on tit size, I'm much more interested in if a woman likes them
touched, or sucked, and how she reacts.  Chris's breasts are super
responsive and she's anxious for my hands or mouth to enjoy them and bring
her pleasure.

   She doesn't work out, though as a nurse she's on her feet all day
constantly moving in a very busy office, chasing three kids at home in the
evening and on weekends seems to keep her weight steady and everything from
being loose and wiggly.  We're a fairly outdoorsy family, so there al lots
of weekend trips to parks and nature hikes with the whole gaggle; me, three
kids, a dog, and the sundry items that come along in bags and backpacks,
and one off-road stroller.  The baby -- yet another girl, God help me!  --
is just four so she rides.  The other two, almost nine and just turned
seven, walk, stumble, and wander through our trips merrily.

   "I hope the girls are being good," she says out of the blue.  "What time
is it at home?  Can we call to see if everything's fine?" she asks in rapid
succession.

   I glanced at my watch, shading it from the bright sun as we had finally
made it out to the beach.  "Go ahead and call if you want to, it should be
about eight.  Remember, just add six hours to whatever time it is here."

   Here is Maui, our first vacation alone in, well, since our honeymoon. 
That honeymoon had consisted of a two-day drive to an inn in New England in
a second-hand piece of crap that used almost as much oil as gas.  But we
were young and crazy in love, and it was all we could afford.  This trip
was almost as inexpensive, though we were in much better straights
financially, as Chris' airfare and the majority of our terrific hotel room
was covered by her work, as was the cost of the week-long seminar.  We only
paid for my flight and the difference between a single rate and what our
suite cost.  Chris' mom was watching the girls, so no cost there.

   Chris grabbed her phone from her beach bag and dialed, shading her eyes
with one arm.  I watched some woman walk past in a thong, which Chris
noticed also and mouthed "Oh, my God" with a big eye roll before she
shifted her attention half-way around the world with a happy "Hi, Mom!" and
got into chatting about the flight and talking with her mom.  Our minds
were in different places.

   Don't get me wrong, Chris could give that woman, pretty much any woman,
a run for her money in a stroll up the beach, if I could ever get her out
of her "mom" suit.  Even in what she was wearing, she'd turn heads.  It
wasn't one of those dumpy things with the little skirts and "tummy control"
that honestly never hide the tummy they were designed to hide, but it was a
pretty plain one-piece with formed cups and fully lined.  While shopping
for the trip, I had tried to get her to look at bikinis to no avail, being
told she couldn't wear something so little (these were not small by any
stretch of the imagination), and was shot down just as quickly when I
picked up a few unlined one-pieces that "would show everything!"

   To be frank, Chris could wear a burlap sack and still turn me on.  After
almost twelve years together and three kids, I still get hard just spying
her getting ready to shower or lying in bed in a tee shirt (her preferred
outfit for sleeping).  It takes nothing to get her "in the mood," she's
very participative in our sex life and enjoys sex immensely and often, but
that's "for home."

   She's not one for PDA beyond a kiss -- but not a deep passionate type --
or holding hands.  She hasn't dressed seductively outside of our bedroom
since we got married, but she really can pull it off when she tries.  I
guess I should say she hasn't focused on lingerie and sexy outfits, but as
all she wears to bed is a tee-shirt I certainly don't complain.  If we're
just hanging around the house, she'll stay in the tee-shirt most of the
morning and I get plenty of glimpses of her lovely ass and her dark bush.

   Some women who do attempt to put on sexy outfits to set a mood then move
like drunk chimpanzees on a tilt-a-whirl completely undermining their
objective; when Chris moves in a tee shirt, she was Venus come alive,
sensual, hot, alluring, and nearly insatiable though she always left me
wanting more.  The next morning, however, it would be mom mode again, even
if she's sitting at breakfast in her tee-shirt with her bare ass showing.
"That stuff" was just for us, besides, "no one would be interested in
seeing this old body naked" she'd tell me, though she was glad I still
liked how she looked, - "after three kids" she'd always add.

   In college, bras weren't always on her need-to-wear list, which I was
happy with.  And more skimpy and clingy clothes were part of her wardrobe,
though I wouldn't say she was anything like an exhibitionist.  She knew I
wanted to show her off, but there was only one occasion that happened,
after three years of dating.  And I was told I could never bring that up
again, not even in the heat of love making.  No, she didn't put it out
there for others, not even close, but she seemed more comfortable in her
skin back then, and with much more of it showing.

   I don't know if it was some hang-up with how married women are supposed
to be, or how moms are supposed to be, or that she was concerned about how
others in a professional setting might perceive her.  But hell, the way she
works a tee-shirt, who needs more?  She'd had some escapades as a young
woman and was no virgin when I married her, but there was a change to a
less overt sexuality once we married.  I guess she figured once we were
married, she didn't need to do "sexy" anymore, for me or herself.  She was
right, of course, all she had to do was inhale and she'd have me ready for
action -and she was, it still seemed, always ready to make love.

   I have never wanted or felt deprived...well, never wanted for longer
than it took to get home, and the girls to bed, the house locked up, and us
to get to the bedroom.  There, she was an uninhibited vixen, happy to
explore and try things.  She might raise an eyebrow and say "really?" but
we have a wonderful sex life, fulfilling as I could have ever imagined.

   I looked over at Chris still on the phone, now with one of our girls. 
She was smiling and happy, laying back on the lounger with her legs
stretched out and resting her feet off the end of the chaise.  As I heard
her say "of course we'll be home for your birthday, my little angel," my
mind drifted to four years earlier and the birth of our youngest.

   We were living in central Arkansas at the time where I'd been
transferred to supervise a big civil engineering project on a military
base, a huge stepping-stone for my career.  Chris had gotten a job in the
local county hospital, a pretty small twenty-five bed facility that let her
work a flexible schedule so she could get our two other daughters after
school and be there with them everyday.  It wasn't a super tough job, but
let her build her resume too, and kept her busy far from family.

   The third child came quicker than the other two had.  The plan had been
to have her OB and a nurse there, she didn't want "the whole hospital"
involved as she had to work with these folks every day.  "we need to keep
this private.  I don't need anyone seeing my hoo-ha other than my OB" is
how she put it.  We ended up in the ER at nine in the evening, two weeks
prior to the due date.  The older two girls were at home asleep already
when I called and told the sitter we were heading to the hospital, she
agreed to spend the night.

   We got in and Chris told them she thought the baby was coming, but that
it was early.  The nurse checked her and said, "Yep, you're having this
baby tonight.  No time to set up the delivery room." The next thing we know
Chris is on a bed in the ER, the OB has been called, and we're told
anesthesia is on the way.  In this whirlwind, Chris has been changed and is
now robed in just a hospital gown.  She's lying on a bed, a gurney, feet
toward the hall, and gripping my hand as another contraction hits her.  All
I'm worried about at that second is that she and the baby are going to be
alright, when in walks an older guy who says:

   "Hi, Dr.  Somebody, I hear we're going to have a baby."' That was the
introduction, as he turned to the sink and quickly washed his hands. 
"Let's have a look," he said next as he pulled Chris' gown up to her knees,
moved her legs apart and peered into her privates.

   "Hmmm," I hear him say, and he puts his bare hand to Chris' exposed
femininity, touching her.  Now Chris has an old-timey respect for doctors,
you just do as they say.  I thought this was a little abrupt, but as she
didn't object neither did I.

   "Looks like you're fully effaced.  I'm afraid you're going to have to do
this without anesthesia," he stated matter-of-factly, patting her knee.

   "What?" we both asked in unison.  "Where's Dr.  Ghaddi?" Chris added.

   "Ghaddi's on his way, should be here in about twenty minutes.  I'm
anesthesia, and at this stage we're too far along.  You'll just have to do
this natural," he finished, patted her knee again and walked out.  I do
remember that he stopped at the door and looked back at us.

   Chris looked at me and said, "I can't do this natural," her forehead
wrinkled in concern.

   'Support' is rather funny, and completely dependent on one's point of
view.  My response, meant as support was to take her hand and say "Guess we
don't have a choice.  We can do this."

   Lightening bolts flew from her eyes.  "You're not doing shit.  I'm
having a baby!" Tears filled her eyes and I felt helpless.  The ER charge
nurse came in just then.

   "Hi, Chris.  Dr.  Pittsfield said he thinks you're a bit too far along
for anesthesia.  I'm going to check you, alright sweetheart?" as she
snapped a glove on her hand.  With her bare hand on Chris's one knee, the
other slips beneath the still hiked up gown and up to Chris' body.  I
remember the nurse keeping her eyes on Chris' face even as another
contraction rolled through her.

   "I'm afraid he's right, Chris.  You're fully effaced and at about 3
centimeters with that last contraction," she informed us as she pulled off
the glove and tossed it in a nearby receptacle.  "Dr.  Ghaddi is on his
way, should be about twenty minutes," she smiled reassuringly.

   Chris blinked a couple times, clearing her eyes.  "Thanks, Sandy."

   "You'll be fine," she reassured her.  "Anything you need?"

   "Drugs!?" Chris asked.

   Sandy smiled again.  "Anything else?  No, okay, we'll be checking on you
regularly.  Press the call bell if anything happens."

   With that, Sandy was gone.  Chris was sweating and trying to breathe
steadily.  I just held her hand quietly.  Another contraction hit after a
bit, just a little one this time, her eyes closed and her forehead
wrinkled. Then she laid back and breathed deeply.

   An orderly appeared at the door.  "Anything I can get you?" he asked
with a smile.  That's when I noticed it consciously for the first time. 
Like Dr.  Whatever-his-name-was, this kid wasn't looking at us, he was
focused on the area between Chris's spread legs.  And I could see he had no
interest in the fact that she was having a baby, he was looking at a
beautiful pussy!  Yet, strangely, I said nothing, but just smiled at him
and looked at Chris.  She shook her head.  "No thanks, I think we're fine."
The kid, he couldn't have been twenty, never looked away from where his
eyes were glued.

   "Okay, ah...thanks," he replied and stepped out of view.  Well, at least
he said thanks.

   It wasn't a minute before another orderly appeared in the doorway.  This
was an ER room, from the doorframe to the foot of Chris' gurney was maybe
four feet, and another three to her dark, displayed womanly treasure.  I
could literally see his eyes light up!  If you've been to an ER, you know
they are well lit -- the docs and nurses have to be able to see everything
clearly -- so I knew there were no shadows or imagined sights, these two
kids were looking at Chris's pussy unobstructed.

   "Everything alright in here?" he asked with a dumb grin.  The grin
disappeared as Chris let out a grunt as another contraction grasped her
body, but he stayed right there looking at her privates.  Momentarily
distracted, I didn't answer but held Chris' hand.  He stayed there,
staring, until she relaxed back into the bed then he turned and left.

   I recall being rather embarrassed, not for Chris but because I was
essentially letting this happen.  I could have pulled the curtain around or
tugged her gown down.  There were folks walking back and forth in the
hallway, glancing in, some doing double takes.  I was aware of that, and I
was pleased.  Here she was having a baby, without anesthesia, and I'm
letting her be seen by anyone passing through!

   "Chris, Joe, I hear the baby's on the way!" Jack Chandler's voice said
as he stepped through the door, a big smile on his face.  He stepped right
to the foot of the bed.

   Chris' eyes went wide with surprise.  "Dr.  Chandler, what are you doing
here at this time of night?"

   Jack was an Internal Medicine physician, Chris' direct boss who she
worked with everyday in the hospital as he saw patients and took care of
various responsibilities under his purview.

   "Very nice," he said nonchalantly looking between Chris' legs.  He
glanced up at me, making eye contact and added, "looks like everything is
progressing as it should." I had the distinct certainty that the "very
nice" had nothing to do with the progression of her labor, but he just
smiled and then rested his hands on Chris' knees.  "How are you doing
Chris? Feeling alright?"

   I know I should have been angry or said something, but realized I was
turned on by this man, his hands on my wife's knees as she lay naked in
front of him.  He worked with her everyday, and I would never worry that he
could ever make a pass at Chris or an inappropriate action that she
wouldn't reject immediately.  From the moment we started going out, I knew
she loved me absolutely.  I would have gone off on him myself if I heard or
suspected such a thing, and I knew Chris well enough to know that by the
time I heard about it there probably wouldn't be much left of him for me to
beat up.  Yet, in that instant, I could feel my cock beginning to rise,
stimulated by the fact that he was seeing her pussy.

   "So everything looks good to you, Dr.  Chandler?" Chris asked.  What?, I
thought, was she, did she realize this was Jack, the guy she worked next to
everyday, and he wasn't looking at her like a doctor, but as a man?

   Jack took more than a few seconds looking between Chris' open legs, I
could swear memorizing her most intimate details as his hands remained on
her knees.  If this guy had walked up to me and asked to see my wife's
pussy, asked to hold her knees open as he looked and lusted for her while
standing between her legs, I'd have ripped his throat out.  And Chris would
have applauded afterwards.

   "Looks perfect," he smiled at her.  My erection was full blown, and I
could see his pants were tight also.  "Of course, I'm no OB-GYN guy," he
added again making eye contact with me, a knowing grin turning the corner
of his lips.

   Chris had a small contraction at that moment, sitting up and opening her
legs even wider.  Jack didn't move, just left his hands on her knees and
his eyes on her pussy.  I just watched him watching her, aroused.

   "Well, looks like you're getting close," Jack said a moment later.  "I'm
sure Vin will be here anytime.  I should leave you kids alone and head back
home.  I'll come by to see you tomorrow, okay?" He patted Chris' knee and
turned to head out.  In profile, there was no doubt he was hard -- or had a
flashlight in his pocket!  His eyes were on mine as I raised my glance from
his crotch.  The corner of his mouth curled up and he gave me a slight
little head nod, then turned and left.  He knew that I knew.  I should have
felt like a heel, but instead was somehow proud, happy, and very turned on.

   Chris would die of embarrassment if she realized, but I assumed in her
current state sexuality was the last thing on her mind and I sure wasn't
going to say anything.

   Sandy walked in as I was adjusting me pants.

   "Everything alright in here?" she asked snapping on a glove.  Her hand
went between Chris' legs.  "How often are the contractions coming?"

   "About every five minutes, now," Chris answered.  I honestly hadn't even
paid attention.

   "Dr.  Ghaddi should be about ten minutes out.  You're doing fine,
somewhere between four and five now.  Anything I can get you?" as she
pulled off the glove and left the room.

   "Joe, tell me if you can see the baby yet?" Chris said, throwing me off.

   "Huh?" I stumbled.

   "Look down there and tell me if you can see the baby, dummy."

   I know and adore Chris' body.  She has thick curls of dark, dark brown
hair.  Her thin pink inner labia contrast so marvelously with that,
protruding enticingly about two inches from her body when she is at rest.
When aroused, they grow a deeper pink and become thicker, and glisten with
her sweet juices.  At the top of her cleft, where her labia part, her clit
is usually barely hidden; aroused it's about the size of a pencil eraser,
popping out from her hood and deep purple red.

   "Sandy said the baby is coming soon.  I don't think I'll see it yet," I
protested.  It was stupid, I had been there for the birth of the other two,
had looked at her pussy about a gazillion times, never hesitating or
passing up a chance.

   "Look," she said with insistence.

   I casually readjusted my pants again, as unnoticed as I could, as I
stepped from her side to the foot of the bed.

   Seconds earlier, her boss Jack was standing where I was now, looking at
the same gorgeous, sensual pussy.  Her labia were swollen, spread by the
pressure of the child about to pass through.  It might not be an easy
passage, but by her muskiness and the wetness dripping from them, I knew it
would be a well lubricated passage.  At the top, like an LED billboard
advertising her excitement, her clit was as large and pronounced as I had
ever seen it, fully exposed from the rolled back hood.  Part of the wetness
I knew was from her exertion, but the rest of this....  My god, she must
have realized what was going on and it had her aroused too!

   "Well?" she asked.

   I walked back to her side, my erection springing back to its previous
state.  "I love you," I said as I took her hand.

   "I lo...uuuhhh" she started to respond as another contraction washed
over her.  As she arched, I noticed her nipples fighting the hospital gown
seeking release.  Moments later she lay back, squeezing my hand.

   "I love you," she exhaled.

   Twenty-eight minutes later, in ER Room #3 of St.  Vincent North, our
third child -- another girl we named Angelique (Angie) - joined our family.

   The following morning about 10 am, Chris had her tubes tied.  It's a
nifty procedure where they make a little slit near the belly button, use
some funky longish instrument, and essentially put rubber bands over the
fallopian tubes to prevent future pregnancies.  We'd thought initially we
might have more kids, but decided three was enough so opted to do this
before she left the hospital in a couple days.  By eleven she was back in
her room and was conscious enough to start breast-feeding Angie by 1 pm.

   I had spent the morning at home taking care of the girls, then got them
all settled to spend the night with Chris' mom who had driven six hours to
help out.

   Chris had been sitting up when I arrrived, the baby back in the nursery.
Chris wasn't generally hot blooded, but she's pushed the covers off and was
sitting with her legs up, the gown around the knees.  I hadn't decided if
she was groggy still from the surgical anesthesia earlier in the day, or
again unaware of what was showing.  She had no panties on, and the view was
magnificent.  She wasn't in the ER anymore but in a private room.  Still,
her feet facing the door meant anyone entering was greeted with an
unexpected surprise.  It thrilled me, and I said nothing to her about the
view.  I hoped...I'm not sure what I hoped.

   "You just missed Angie," she smiled as I walked in.  "She was feeding."
I noticed the snaps on both sides of the gown were all loose, apparently
Angie had been hungry, and Chris was rather nonchalant about re-covering
herself as most of one breast and a good part of the other were visible.

   "Did she do well?" I asked with genuine interest.  Chris had breast fed
the older two girls as well, the eldest being no problem, but Madison, now
the "middle" daughter, had had some problems latching on initially.

   "She was great.  Jack said she looked happy, knew just what to do,"
Chris replied.

   "Jack?" my eyebrow went up.

   "Yeah, he came by for a visit.  To see how I was doing, and to meet
Angie." she said.

   "And, he, ah?" I pursed my lips and nodded toward her chest.

   Chris looked at me quizzically and then at her chest.  She lifted the
loose flap material showing me her breasts and the still elongated nipples.
"Yeah," she answered with a perturbed tone, "it's Jack.  He's a doctor,
remember?  No big deal" the whole time keeping her enticing, erotic breasts
and their long still red nipples exposed to me as I imagined they had been
to Jack.

   "Sure.  No, I...  I'm just am sorry I missed it.., missed Angie's first
feeding," I finished, trying to make it sound real.  Jack was in here,
alone with Chris, and she'd had her legs up with her pussy showing, - which
he'd seen last night, - and had her breasts open to him as our daughter
sucked on her teets.  Blood was filling my cock fast, seeing in my mind
Chris' breasts being oogled by Jack Chandler, -as he'd drooled over her
perfect pussy last night -- and likely again before I'd arrived.  I never
for a moment thought Chris would do anything but was absurdly thrilled and
aroused that she was so cavalierly showing her body.  I'd wished for it
often, day-dreamed myriad scenarios, but never thought it would happen.

   Did she realize, know what she was doing?  Or was this a one-off that
I'd have to relive over a million times only in my mind in the coming
years, induced by some sort of endorphin high from the natural birth?  I
wanted to ask her, to talk about this.  Was it the right time?  First, I
had to rearrange my cock trapped at a strange angle in my shorts.  And wash
my face!  Throwing water on it would let me wake up from this amazing dream
if that's all it was, and I'd find Chris asleep at the hospital later with
Angie in a bassinet beside her.

   I'd just stepped into the bathroom when I heard a voice.

   "Good evening!  Am I disturbing you?" I looked through the cracked door
to see Walt Stranski, the hospital's young administrator in the doorway. 
The hospital was part of a large national chain, and this young guy was on
the management track having to pay his dues at a small rural hospital
before getting a big city gig.  I saw Chris glance at the bathroom door and
then back at Walt.  I wasn't sure what that meant, but decided to just stay
put.

   "Not at all, Mr.  Stranski, come on in," she smiled.  I thought I sensed
her trying to stifle a laugh.  She'd dropped the gown flaps she had been
holding, but the left one caught on her nipple and so it was exposed, the
right mostly covered.

   "I, ah, was just making evening rounds.  Um, I, ah, I try to get out to
the hospital at different hours.  To see..., to meet folks on all the
shifts and see how things look.  How they operate, I mean." He was trying
desperately to fix his gaze on Chris' face, but his eyes kept going
elsewhere.  "Please, call me Walt."

   I remember thinking that it was nice that he wanted to let her call him
Walt, after all, you shouldn't be too formal with a guy staring at your
pussy or tits.  I also thought, am I the only one who can smell her heat?
Or is it that I'm the only one who recognizes what that is?

   Walt stepped into the room a couple steps, closer to what I was sure he
had come to see.  He stopped, his eyes flipping back and forth as he tried
to figure out what to do with his hands.  At the time, he couldn't have
been more than twenty-three or four and I doubted he'd ever seen a woman
exposed like this; at least not in real life.  I still wasn't sure if Chris
knew, or was just aroused without being conscious of why, - or if she was
going to kill me later for letting this happen, so I said nothing.

   She lifted her right arm and stretched casually which caused the gown to
lift the unsnapped flap and her right breast to be fully exposed.  Walt's
mouth opened in surprise.

   "Oww" Chris cried out, causing poor Walt to jump.  Her movement caused
the gown already at her knees to slip down her thighs to her waist allowing
the full light of the room to flood her midsection.  She had one hand over
her belly button and the other below it, just above her pubic hair.

   "Sorry, I get these sharp pains.  I think it's from the surgery.  They
come sometimes when I stretch, but it's better if I press on my belly a
bit," she smiled at him.  His eyes were not looking at her face, and I was
certain she looked right at the bathroom and saw me looking at what was
transpiring.  Did she wink?.

   "Walt, do you mind?  This is so embarrassing."

   Looking down the bed at him, between her open legs, Walt was white, his
eyes as big as coffee cups and mouth agape.  "I don't mind at all," he
whispered.

   "I meant, would you mind covering me up, please.  I don't want to let up
on my tummy" she smiled weakly.  I was trying to suppress my laughter at
the young guy's predicament, and realized I had my hand on my erect member
responding to Chris' tease.

   "Oh, yeah.." he said, coming back from his fantasy excursion I watched
Walt reach for her gown.

   Walt stepped close to the end of the bed and had to lean forward to
reach the hospital gown.  He tried to move it but it was caught partially
under Chris' hands.  She had to know exactly what she was doing!

   "Can you get it?" she asked, our eyes both watching the same scene from
two very different perspectives.

   He pulled a bit.  "it's kinda stuck," I heard him say.  Chris' eyes
darted downward, then back to the bathroom door just barely ajar and down
again.  I followed her direction and looked.  Walt was bent at the waist
over the edge of the bed, trying to retrieve the crumpled hospital gown
with his face less than a foot from Chris' splayed legs, a knee at either
side of his head.  I was certain she could feel his breath on her nether
parts and that he had to be inhaling her fragrance.

   "Here," she said and, pressing her feet down, raising her hips a bit as
she gasped the side rail with one hand, releasing her grip on the gown and
bringing her pussy even closer to his face, but it did the trick and the
gown slipped out.  Walt pulled it down and straighten up from his awkward
position.  She looked into toward the bathroom, then at Walt, her eyes
mischeviously sparkling.

   "Thank you," she sighed.  I wasn't sure if it was to Walt or me.  Or if
she even realized I was there.  He backed out of the room and walked off
without a word.  Before either of us could say a word, Dr.  Ghaddi walked
in.

   "How are you doing, Chris?" he said happily.  "Oh, I thought the nurse
said Joe was here?  "

   I quickly flushed the toilet and pushed open the door.  "Right here,
doc. Let me wash up.  Everything okay?"

   "Yeah, great.  I just wanted to let you two know that you'll be getting
out of here tomorrow.  The baby is doing wonderful, and your labs are all
spot on," he said to Chris.  "You'll probably rest better at home, too.  I
know there are folks coming in and out of these rooms all the time, you
don't get any privacy."

   "That's for sure," I said with a smile.  When I looked over at Chris,
she was blushing and wouldn't make eye contact with me.  She'd looked at
me, moments ago, playfulness in her eyes as she was exposed to yet another
set of eyes.  And now??  Or was she...  did she think I hadn't seen?

   The sights of that night were crystal clear in my mind as I looked over
at Christine.  She'd finished the phone call and was semi-reclined on the
chaise.  She had her knees up and apart, feet on either edge of the chaise.
I grinned.  "What you thinking about, beautiful?"

   "Angie's birthday," she replied turning her head toward me and smiling.
"You?"

   "Same thing," I said smiling back.  I'm sure our thoughts were not the
same.  Or were they?  We'd never talked about it those couple days, the
time never seemed eight and then life became busy again.

   "Oh really?" she came back, raising to her elbow and lifting her
sunglasses.  She nodded to me, and asked, "And that?"

   I glanced down and to my horror found my bathing trucks tented very
prominently.  My cock doesn't normally point straight up when I am lying
down, but not having realized what my thoughts were doing to my body, I
hadn't readjusted and my stiff dick was being held by the mesh netting
inside the trunks and was pointing to the heavens.

   "Shit!" I exclaimed trying to roll to the side and readjust at the same
time.  Chris swung her legs off the lounger and tossed me a towel,
laughing.

   "We should head to the room and take care of that," she cooed as she
scooped up her beach bag and wrapped a towel around her waist.  "I need to
find out what it is about my having a baby that gets you so turned on."

   "Honestly?" I asked, incredulous.

   "What?" Chris asked, her head cocked to the side.

   The walk into the hotel from the beach and the elevator ride to the
eleventh floor took an eternity.  As soon as the door closed, I lifted
Chris, pulled off her towel and carried her to bed.



   Resort Stay Ch.  02

   Chris recalls what she dreamt.

   As anyone in a long-term relationship can testify, you tend to fall into
comfortable routines, even with sex.  Chris and I have a great love-life;
but it's often hours of teasing and looks that culminate in fifteen or
twenty minutes of amazing but quick sex before falling asleep knowing the
alarm clock is going to be clanging too soon.

   Vacations, until this one, meant no sex as we always had the kids in the
room with us.  Getting to the first hotel room we have shared without the
kids, I lay Chris in the bed and took twenty minutes just to tease her mom
suit off of her.  She'd been handling my hard cock the entire time.  Some
of the girls I'd known before her were a little more than reluctant to
touch me, though they all seemed to like getting touched.  Ladies, if you
like your body being touched, please reciprocate!

   By the time my face went between her legs she was very damp.

   "Mmmm," she breathed, "so thinking about me having a baby does this to
you?  Who knew?" she practically giggled, her hand on my head.

   I used my thumbs to push her delicate labia up and out, her clit popping
out from its shelter.  She drew a quick, sharp breath as I took it between
my lips and sucked.  She gripped my head to her.  Then, taking a hand full
of hair, she lifted my face and pulled me up to her, bringing us face to
face.  We kissed deeply, our tongues darting.

   "Fuck me slowly," the hoarse whisper pled as her left hand wrapped
around my erect cock and directed me to her insistently.  I slid into her
with delight, her body ready and receptive, our eyes fixed on each other.
There was a fire in her eyes I'd not seen in some time.

   "Ah!" she exclaimed in a tiny voice as I pressed into her fully.  Her
eyes flashed.  "Don't move, just keep pressing," she demanded, grabbing my
buttocks.  She looked into my eyes and squeezed her vaginal walls.

   "Mmm," we said in unison.  So it went for the next forty minutes.  No
words, as such, just little whispers and cries from each of us.  We moved
each other to changed positions, the unspoken communication of those who
know each other well.  There were no children to listen for, no
appointments to keep, no distraction wondering why the dog was barking, or
chores that would ultimately have to be done.  Our minds were, quite
simply, on pleasure.  Pleasuring the one we loved, being pleasured by them.

   Sitting on me cowgirl style, moving herself slow and steady, Chris
smiled something naughty and asked "What were you really thinking about
that got you stiff on the beach?"

   "You," I said with sincerity.

   She put her hands on my chest and raised her hips until I was only just
inside her, then slid down again.  "I should hope so," she said staring at
me.  "What about me?"

   "Angie's birth," I responded, my cock throbbing.  She returned my motion
with a caress of her femininity on my buried manhood.  Her eyes still on
mine.

   "What turned you on about that?"

   Neither of us had ever actually talked about that night.  Having been so
explicitly told that I could never talk about or ask about the one
exhibitionist activity we had shared while dating, and "life" having come
tumbling back full bore the day after Angie's birth with two kids to take
care of along with the new baby, - and her mom in the house for two weeks -
I'd naturally gone on with the memory hidden and my fantasy just that.

   "Y'know," I smiled.  There is always the debate, when a loved one asks
you what you're thinking, to answer truthfully or not.  Though two people
can say they know each other, there are those inflection points and
questions that can tilt either into more intimacy - or sheer hell!  It
seemed wiser to deflect.

   Chris' body was telling me conflicting messages.  She was moving up and
down the full length of my shaft, her vaginal muscles continuing to squeeze
me.  But in her eyes I could read a question unasked.  She said nothing for
several minutes as she rode me with a frenzy.  She climaxed for maybe the
fourth time since we began and I released into her in response.  She fell
unto my chest, her hand at my cheek.

   "I..." she began so softly I could almost not hear her.  "I have
such..., confused memories of that night.  I guess it was the hormones, or
endorphins,....something going on so I could make it through without the
anesthesia."

   I wrapped my arms around her, my semi-rigid manhood still within her. 
"Whadaya mean, confused?" I asked, "like you don't recall the birth?"

   She chuckled and I fell out of her.  "No stupid, that would be hard to
forget.  It was beautiful, and amazing, and scary as hell.  I guess the
scary part is why I have these vivid, impossible images.  I guess it's a
dream or something I imagined so all the anxiety was covered up...."

   "You hallucinated something?" I asked, thinking I understood why she
hadn't ever said anything.  I supposed she was in a dream state, her brain
flooding her with endorphins to fight the pain and didn't even realize what
had transpired.

   "I must have.  I mean..., I couldn't....," she trailed off as she
snuggled closer to me.

   I held her tight.  "Was it scary, Babe?"

   She giggled.  "YOU wouldn't think so," she said as she propped herself
on her elbow to look into my eyes.

   I was confused.  I guess it showed on my face.  Chris put her head down
again on my shoulder, her lips just inches from my ear.

   "Joe, it was erotic.  I have these clear memories, like it really
happened.  Sometimes they come flooding back, this same dream, and I get so
hot.  My pussy gets wet!" she snickered in an embarrassed, incredulous
tone.

   My hand went to her beautiful ass.  "Oh, do tell!"

   She smacked my chest.  "I will not!  It's...  You'll get upset."

   "A dream that gets your pussy wet?  Why would I get upset at that?' I
asked still hugging her.

   Chris was quiet for minutes, I could feel her steady breath on my ear.
In a bit, I thought perhaps she had fallen asleep.  "Chris?" I whispered,
wondering.

   "You remember that we got to the ER, and they said I couldn't go to
delivery, that there was no time," she began slowly.  "so they took me into
that room and told me I had to get changed into one of those stupid gowns."

   "Yeah," I said in a whisper.

   "Sandy sent in an orderly to help me..." she held her breath.  "I'm sure
I was already so scared, the baby was early and I was worried about it.  I
know Sandy must have been the one to help me, but I dreamt it was this
orderly.  He stood and watched, helped me get undressed.  I was still in my
bra and panties, and he said, "I'm sorry ma'am, they said everything." He
unhooked my bra and helped me out of my panties."

   I'd been in the ER filling out the damned paperwork, so I had no idea if
this were true or not, but I couldn't imagine it.  Sandy knew Chris, knew
she worked at the hospital.  She would've gotten a nurses' aide to help,
not some orderly.  Poor Chris really was hallucinating that night.

   "Lucky kid," I said, trying to keep it light.

   "Sicko, I was having a freakin' baby and I was scared!  I had to be
dreaming..."

   "You had to be, Chris.  Sandy wouldn't do that," I assured her.  "I'm
sure that's not even allowed.  There must be a rule or something..."

   "There is...," she trailed off.  "But it feels, felt, so real.  He said
my husband was a very lucky man," her finger brushing my cheek.  "I didn't
even try to cover up, Joe."

   "He's right," I said as I patted her behind.  "I can see why you found
that erotic.  Did you feel like you wanted him to see you naked?"

   "I did," she barely breathed.  "though I know it wasn't real and that I
must have looked like a whale with Angie just about to come out."

   I smiled.  Chris always worried how big she got with each pregnancy, but
the truth was she didn't ever get really big, it was all baby every time.

   "Babe, you were scared.  Your mind is playing tricks with you,
remembering stuff to help you through that night.  Some kid seeing you
naked?  Big deal."

   "There's more, Joe," she said taking my hand in hers.  I felt her pull
herself, her legs open, closer, rubbing on my thigh.

   "More?" I asked, already feeling myself beginning to stir with Chris'
revelation that she wanted to be seen by this imaginary kid.  He might not
be real, but that it aroused her then, and seems to now, was fueling a part
of me that I had not been able to get Chris interested in.  One time, I
had, she'd said alright, and then never let me relive it with her.  Never
talked about it with me.

   "I was laying there, trying to focus on the clock over the door.  I knew
Sandy and Dr.  Ghaddi would want to know about the contractions.  But I
kept seeing people walking by.  And that orderly, he'd come by every few
minutes and look in.  I..., I wanted them to see me..."

   "Chris, it was an ER, they are supposed to be checking on patients..."

   "No, you dumb shit," she cut me off.  "SEE me.  See my....  Joe, I
wanted them to see my pussy!" her tears began to fall on my shoulder.

   I held her tight.  I could feel the warmth and dampness between her legs
on my thigh, she'd begun to slowly, almost imperceptibly rub herself on me.

   "I can close my eyes and see the faces looking in.  I raised my knees,
Joe.  I opened my legs as much as I dared.  I didn't want them to know that
I knew, but I felt so turned on," she rattled.  "I know that's stupid,
isn't it?  Why would anyone want to see this old mom body?  Why would they
want to see my pussy when I'm about to have a baby?  I certainly wouldn't
do that with you standing right next to me."

   "Chris, you're one of the most beautiful women on the planet.  I've told
you that since the day we met," I said, pulling my head back so we could
make eye contact.  "And your pussy?  First, I'd rather look at that
gorgeous, sensuous pussy than ten thousand others.  I know you've always
made a sour face when I have told you this, but it is beautiful."

   Chris laughed and shook her head.

   "Honest," I said, slipping my hand from buttock to touch her intimacy.
"Pregnant or not, your pussy is fantastic!"

   "Jack said the same thing," she smiled.

   "Jack?" I asked, my eyes gone wide.

   Chris' giggled, "Yeah, Dr.  Chandler.  You remember him, right?  He
was...well, I'm getting ahead of myself."

   "You remember Jack Chandler looking at your pussy?"

   She got a curious look, but smiled, "Not for real, dope.  I wouldn't
just show the guy I work with everyday my pussy.  In my dream......  Oh,
but god, it's so real." She slid her open legs up and down my thigh.

   "Anyhow," she began, "you remember how we got the news that I'd have to
have Angie naturally, no anesthesia?  That brusque jerk just saying I was
too far along?  In this dream, it's much nicer.  Wow, the brain is a weird
thing, how it can protect us or mess us up."

   "Uh-huh," I agreed.  Mine was going a little crazy right now.

   "He came in, pulled my gown up to my knees, opened my legs and touched
me.  Without gloves!  I guess I'm trying to make it all pleasant, but as I
recall, he didn't check the progress so much as feel me up.  So weird, huh?
But ohmigod, I can feel him sliding his fingers and spreading my labia,
then his thumb started tapping my clit..."

   "Did you say anything?" I asked, slipping my own fingers along her moist
labia.

   "No, but when he tried to pull the gown back over me, I held it.  Joe,
mmmmm..." she exhaled.  "I wanted my gown up.  I wanted to have anyone
passing by to see my pussy.  It felt so naughty, and so, so exciting."

   "Did anyone else pass by?" I tried to be nonchalant.

   "You're a damn pervert, y'know that?" she smiled at me.  "I can feel
your damn cock at attention just imagining me exposed like that."

   "I can feel you leaking all over my leg too, y'know?" I smacked her
bottom.  She giggled.

   "Every time I think about it -- I swear it feels so real -- I get
hot...."

   "Is there more to this wet dream of yours?" I pressed.

   Her eyes went wide, arousal clear.  "That's when Jack walked in," she
said, looking at me for a reaction.

   "Jack Chandler walked into the ER at nine in the evening and you flashed
him your pussy?"

   "It's some sort of dream or hallucination, okay?" she retorted.  "I know
that man would never be at the hospital at that hour.  He was gone by five
sharp every day.  And no, I did not flash him my pussy" she cut in leaving
me disappointed.

   I guess I pouted because Chris laughed.  "I did not flash it, I let him
stand right at the end of the bed and have a good look,' a huge grin on her
face.

   "How do you feel about that?" I asked, my fingers again touching her
very wet labia.

   She darted her eyes momentarily before meeting my gaze.  "I can tell
you're really enjoying this.  God, I can't believe I'm telling you about
this madness, but it has always felt so real.  Today, talking with Angie
while at the beach, it was really intense.  Recalling that night, how I
remember it....I had to wrap that towel around me cuz I'm sure I was wet
and showing through my suit.  When I saw you tented" she grabbed my cock,
"I thought somehow you knew, you were able to feel my dream."

   "Does it excite you to think about showing Jack your body like that?"

   "Yes," she purred.

   "Did he just look and say it was pretty?"

   "Yes.  He was at the end of the bed..." she replied, her eyes closed as
she recalled the dream, "and he said 'very nice.'"

   "Then you asked him if everything looked good, and he spent a few
seconds, his hands on your knees as you opened wider for him, staring at
your pussy and he said it was perfect."

   "Yeah," she seemed to be in bliss.  Then, "What?  How do you....?" her
eyes flying open as she scanned my face.

   I rolled her onto her back and dropped my face to her glistening labia,
my tongue slipping between them.  She grabbed my hair and shoved herself
into my darting tongue, her clit full and proud.

   "You aren't angry?" she asked, realization dawning, her heels on my back
as she thrust herself on my tongue.

   "What do you remember about Walt?" I asked.

   The world went silent as she exploded in a long, intense orgasm, her
thighs closing over my ears but not covering up the vibration of her moans.
She cried, and laughed, as we made love and talked for the next several
hours.



   Resort Stay Ch.  03

   Her first "accident".

   First full day: Before the beach

   Getting to Hawaii from the East Coast is a bit of a bear, but this was
going to be our first vacation without kids and most of the cost was paid
for, so the effort was worth it.  An early morning hour drive to get to our
local airport, an hour and change flight to get to Atlanta, then a flight
across the country to San Francisco.  Two hours of waiting time for the
flight to Oahu, another hour and a half to catch the commuter flight to
Maui that's thankfully short and beautiful in the evening sun, forty
minutes for the rental car and finally finding the resort.  The clock says
it's seven p.m., - our bodies tell us it's 3 in the morning the day after
we left!

   Chris's seminar was being held at the Royal Lahaina Resort, a stunning
property.  To be honest, I didn't even notice when we checked in as all I
wanted was to get a drink and get into the room.  The drink arrived ten
minutes after we got to the room by which time I'd shed my shoes and shirt
and was sitting on the balcony of our third floor ocean front room.

   "Your drink," Chris said with cheer.  I had to blink, I guess I had
drifted off.  "I'm going to finish putting stuff away and then jump in the
shower."

   "Thanks," I said, no cheer in my voice.  "I'm going to sit here for a
bit and enjoy this drink," I smiled at her as best I could.  "Babe, this is
amazing," I added, pointing with my drink toward the sight of the islands
across the waves.

   "Hmm," she replied.  "Let me get things settled and wash all this grime
off me, then we can enjoy it together," she kissed me on the head and went
off into the room.

   I had to catch myself when I woke up, the sound of the waves had me
thinking a pipe had burst somewhere in the house.  It was dark, though I
could make out the waves.  I ached, the chair on the balcony was not for
sleeping in.  I looked back into the room which was also very dark, only
the glow from the blue LED numbers on the clock shining out.  Two
twenty-three.  At least I'd set the glass down at some point and hadn't
made a mess by dropping it as I fell asleep.

   I put my hands on the chair rails to get up and felt something.  I held
it up.  "Shit," I whispered.  It was Chris' t-shirt laying across my lap.
Obviously she'd had different thoughts on how we'd begin this vacation.  I
hoped I hadn't set the mood with my collapse into relaxation on the balcony
without her.  I made my way into the room and found the bathroom.  I
showered without the lights and climbed into bed naked next to her fifteen
minutes later.  She pushed my hand from her ass and rolled over.  Well, I
guess it's my own fault, I thought.

   "I hope I'm the reason for this," my gorgeous wife whispered in my ear
the next morning as she slid her hand under the sheets to my erect shaft.
How I adored her holding me!

   "Mmmm," I kissed her, opening my eyes to find her on the edge of the bed
in one of those plush terry robes the nice hotels leave in the rooms.

   "C'mon," she smiled, "breakfast in waiting, sleepyhead.  It's already
ten," she quipped slipping off the bed, her robe opening and revealing one
long, bare leg.

   "Hey, what you got under that?" I asked, sitting up and interested in
more than breakfast.

   She laughed, "Wouldn't you like to know?" as she bounced out to the
balcony where a table full of food waited for us.

   I sat on the bed, congratulating myself on my fantastic luck of having
such a treasure of a wife.  She leaned against the railing and looked back
at me.  A sly smile creased her face.

   "If you're not interested in breakfast, maybe someone down there will
join me," Chris said matter-of-factly as she turned her back to me and
opened the robe wide facing the beach below.

   "Jeez!  Chris!" I hollered as I sprung from the bed, grabbing the sheet
as I ran toward her.

   She was laughing heartily as she turned back to the room, showing me
that she was in her mom suit beneath the robe.  "You move pretty good for
an old guy," she drolled.  Her eyes fell to my midsection.  "Hmm, maybe
you're not the old guy who fell asleep out here last night.  He just sat
here asleep as I walked around naked.  Didn't even move as I laid my shirt
across him and my tits on his head," she pouted pushing her nice Bs
together.

   "I......" stammered, now really upset with myself and the missed
opportunity.  "I'm up now!"

   "Yes, I can see that," she smiled.  She winked.  "But we're going to the
beach after breakfast.  I want to enjoy this vacation and head home tanned
when it's over," she continued, no anger in her voice.  "Now wrap that
sheet around yourself and let's eat."

   "How much of you do you plan on tanning?" I tried to come back as I
wrapped the sheet around my waist.

   She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Is that all you ever think
about?" she pulled her robe around her and took a seat looking out over the
beach.

   Much later that first full day

   It had been a pretty spectacular afternoon.  What Christine had imagined
was an endorphin-induced hallucination associated with the birth of our
third daughter, Angelique, and which she had secretly relived erotically
ever since was confirmed as actually having happened.  I shared how excited
I had been at the time, sporting a prominent erection as she was ogled by
various men -- including her boss- as I stood at her side.  The mutual
confessions of how aroused each of us were by these happenings led to
further revelations.

   Chris shared how our earlier exhibitionism during the time we dated (see
First Show) had been a secret source of near constant arousal for several
years afterward, though she had been embarrassed by her excitement and
fantasies and feared that if she shared them with me I would have been
angry.  Or worse yet, she admitted, that I would think there was something
wrong with her and that it would jeopardize our marriage.  She told me that
she'd received many proposals for 'lewd things" from several of the
construction workers for over a year, having foolishly mouthed out her cell
number to them as they watch us at the window (as I had guessed!).  Just
before our wedding about eighteen months later, she'd tossed her phone into
a firepit, claimed she lost it, and got a new phone and number.

   "I know how much you love me," she said through tears, "and how
beautiful you say I am because you love me.  There was just something so
damned hot, so base and yet profound in how these men described what they
wanted to do with me.  They were crude,....and I would be shocked by how
vulgar their words were, but so turned on!" She buried her face so I could
not see her eyes, "Is that sick?  Is there something wrong with me?"

   I had moved her hand to my hardness.  "I guess I'm sick too, huh?" She
left it there.  "I don't think either of us is sick, really.  I mean, not
like that we'd do anything bad to anyone like some real sicko.  I happen to
think you're gorgeous, that you have an amazing, sexy body, and it turns me
on to have other guys look at you.  Yeah, I guess some folks would think
that it's different that it's not just looking at you, but...y'know, seeing
everything," I'd admitted.

   She'd giggled, her tears still falling, "Well, it sure makes a girl feel
special." Then she'd sat up and stared into me.  "Is that terrible, Joe?"

   Before I could speak, she said, "I'm a mom, dammit.  I'm married, and I
love you more than the world.  I'm a nurse, a professional person. 
I'm...," I cut her off.

   "You are a woman, and what arouses you is about you, not what other
folks say," I said from my heart.  "Do you think I love you less?"

   "No," she protested.

   "Do you,...are you upset that back at school I set up that day at the
hotel?  Or that I knew those guys were seeing your most private parts when
Angie was born, that I had a fucking hard-on that coulda pierced steel,...
are you upset that I did that?  That I let it happen?"

   Chris stroked my very full cock.  "I let it happen.  You just didn't
stop it.  And no, I am not upset." Then she laughed, "oh fuck, I had
thought that was all a dream!  These past four years, I thought I dreamed
the whole thing!" she laughed with her face hidden in her hands.

   "I dreamt about it a lot!" she felt my shaft throb.  Her eyes sparkled
as she looked at me.  Without a word, she slid her body up mine and again
we were one.

   "Shit!" Chris yelped some time later, startling me.

   "What the...?"

   "Get up and get dressed.  It's seven, registration closes in thirty
minutes!" she said as she jumped from the bed.  We'd been in the room since
sometime around noon and I realized I was famished.

   "I could use some dinner..." I tossed out.

   "Really?" she said over her shoulder, "with as much as you've been
eating all afternoon?" a devilish smile peeking out from her tossle-haired
face.

   I sprung from the bed and wrapped my arms around her.  "I could use some
more," I pled.

   "You're an insatiable bastard," she toyed, her eyes smiling.

   "Cuz you're so beautiful," I answered, cupping her breasts.

   "Joe, really, I have to get to the conference center and pick up my
registration package before they close," she said pushing my hands away and
lifting her delicates from the drawer.

   "Don't," I said.

   "Don't what?" she looked at me.

   "Don't put those one, just grab a dress and some shoes," I said nodding
at her hand.

   She looked at the panties and bra in her hand.  She laughed, "Are you
nuts?"

   "Just grab a dress.  Who'll know?" I pressed, my eyes pleading.

   "I'll know." She protested.  "what if...." She seemed to be wavering.

   "We'll go down and get your package, then go to dinner.  Surrounded by
whoever happens to be there, and you'll have on nothing but your dress and
shoes.  Nothing else," I said taking the panties and bra from her hand. 
The look in her eyes was both confused and delighted.

   "Joe, I have about a gallon of you inside of me!  I need to have
panties!" she protested, a stern look on her face, eyes glaring.  And
nipples hard.

   "We're going to be late if you keep arguing" I said calmly.  "If there's
a problem, maybe you could explain it to a busboy and get him to help you,"
I nodded to her damp bush.

   She was very perturbed and I knew she was holding her tongue.  She
grabbed a dress from the closet and walked toward the bathroom.  "I will at
least do my hair, if you don't mind.  Get dressed, you damned ass.  Jeez!"
she said over her shoulder as she went to freshen up her hair and make-up.
What a fabulous round ass that is, I thought.

   The pick-up of her seminar materials went quickly, the place was
deserted except for the conference staff at that hour.  We were in the
resort's restaurant in twenty minutes after leaving the room.

   As the hostess got us to our table, Chris asked a bit insistently for
rum and Coke.

   "Your waiter will be right with you, ma'am," she responded.

   "Great," Chris smiled, "so he can bring my drink with him then." Her eye
contact with the hostess got the message across.

   Chris is not a drinker, so I knew something was up.  "Everything, okay?"
She just looked at me, a cross between humor and sadness on her face.

   "Hi, my name is Karl and I'll be your server this evening.  Your rum and
Coke, ma'am.  Anything for you, sir?"

   "I'll do a Black Russian, thanks.  With Absolut." I said as Chris
swallowed about half her drink.

   "Yes, sir.  Let me get that and I'll be back to see if there is anything
else."

   "Um..."

   "Karl, sir," the young man offered.

   "Karl, could we get a couple dinner menus?  They are still serving,
aren't they?"

   "Until ten, yes sir," he smiled.  "I'll bring those with your drink."

   "So, what's up?" I asked after he left.

   "Really?  Are you that clueless?" Chris answered, though she was
smiling.

   I suppose I was, as I had no idea why she was upset.  I ran through the
afternoon in my mind and reached out and took Chris' hand, which she did
not pull away.  I tried reading her face, to fathom what was on her mind.

   "I'm really not upset about any of those guys seeing you.  I thought we
both admitted it was a turn-on," I offered tentatively.

   She squeezed my hand and chuckled.  "It is," she swallowed the rest of
her drink.

   "Is this about the panties?" I whispered, grinning.

   "Yes, you dumb ass, it's about me sitting here without panties," she
replied as Karl stepped to the table.

   I have to give it to the kid, he was really cool though there was no way
he hadn't heard Chris say she was pantiless.  Chris dropped her head and
took hold of the glass, then realized it was empty.

   Karl put another in front of her, "I took the liberty, ma'am," without
the slightest hint of double entendre.  "and your Black Russian with
Absolut, sir," he said lowering the drink from his tray to me.  "I'll leave
the menus right here and give you two a few minutes," he said.  Then he
spun on his heels and was gone.

   Chris grabbed the full glass, then began to chuckle.  "Ohmigod," she
said and took another healthy swallow, her face and neck blushing.

   I was struggling to hold in a guffaw.

   "You're a fantastic lover," Chris whispered as she took my hand, "and it
has nothing to do with being the biggest dick in the world," she continued
looking into my eyes.

   "What?" I said.  "How am I the biggest dick in the world?"

   That look she has, where she's trying to explain something to the baby,
or maybe talking to a puppy, was all over her.  She took another sip of her
drink.

   "Joe, I love you.  I love making love with you, you always make me feel
like I'm the center of your world.  I always, you always, make our
love-making about me.  My happiness, my arousal" she spilled out, holding
my hand and looking into my soul.  "I mean, I know it's not all about me,
but that's how you make me feel, so I can give myself to you with abandon.
I hope you feel that."

   "Chris, I do.  Absolutely," I confirmed from my heart.

   She sighed deeply and took another drink.  "Sometimes, Babe, you get
fixated on a thing and won't let go," she looked into me.

   I guess I furrowed my brow or something, but she saw I wasn't getting
the point.

   She had that "I'm going to go slow for you" look again, and she smiled.
"You remember the first time you entered me from behind?"

   I smiled at the memory and nodded.

   "It was wonderful, and I told you that I really liked it.  Well, for
months, that's all you wanted to do, Joe.  It's like you got hung up on it
and couldn't get it out of your system," she exhaled, looking for
recognition.

   "You did that with the guys at the hotel, too.  You kept asking if I
liked it, what I was feeling, and that we should do it again.  You always
wanted the shades open when we got a place, even in your dorm room.  You
parked in less secluded spots with other cars around," she went on. 
"That's why I had to tell you we couldn't ever bring it up again, Babe. 
It's why I refused to discuss the subject, Joe.  It became about that, not
us." There was a pleading in her eyes, she wanted me to understand.

   "i..., I never meant for it to be about that.  I was..." I struggled to
both understand and to express how I understood those events.  "Chris,
I...think...  I was trying...," I struggled.

   Chris brought my hand to her lips and kissed it.  "I love you."

   "I love you too," I said and repeated the gesture with her hand.

   "You can't just say show that guy your pussy, or let him see your tit.
It doesn't work like that Joe, and it can't be an all-the-time thing.  I
have to want it, I have to decide.  You get that?"

   "Yeah.  Of course, Chris.  I get excited cuz it makes you excited.  I
mean, I'd never just put you on display.  You're not a stripper or
something.  I wouldn't..."

   "Oh!," she smiled as she took another hit of her drink.  "Just get that
thought out of your head, buddy.  I will not be dancing on any stage. 
Ever!"

   "No, I didn't mean..." Chris started laughing.

   "I know how your mind works, Joe.  You would suggest that." Her look was
steely.

   I took a long slow drag on my Black Russian before saying a word. 
"You'd take first prize in any amateur night..." I offered.

   "Thanks, I'm glad you think so.  But NO!" There was no smile.

   "Have you two made up your minds on dinner?" Karl interrupted, sliding
another rum and Coke in front of Chris.  As he reached to take her empty,
she put her hand on his.

   "Just a sec," she smiled.  She took the glass and downed the quarter of
the drink that was left, then handed him the now empty glass.

   "Anything for you, sir?"

   "Give us a couple more minutes, please."

   "No problem, sir," Karl replied and smiled politely at both of us before
withdrawing.

   "I think he's trying to get me drunk," Chris giggled as she brought the
fresh drink to her lips.

   "Well, if we don't get some food, that's exactly what's going to
happen," I noted.  Chris doesn't drink.  She might order something if we're
out, generally some sweet drink, but will seldom finish that, usually
leaving at least half the drink still on the table when we leave.  The
couple of times she has finished a whole drink, the result is the same. 
She gets frisky, not loud, or mean, - then she falls asleep.  She was on
her third rum and Coke now and I noticed her eyes getting heavy.  I smiled.

   "What?' she asked.

   "Just looking at you and appreciating how beautiful you are," I said. 
There was a slight smile on her lips, and her eyes were closed, both hands
on her glass.

   "Mmm," she sighed, blinking her eyes open.  She looked at me, and her
eyes slowly closed.  Her head bobbed once and she straightened up, eyes
wide.

   "Oh my," she grinned.  "you really tired me out this afternoon."

   "That must be it," I agreed, not wanting any sort of discussion.

   "I gotta pee," she said looking around the room.

   I hadn't noticed any signs, so I was no help.  "Let me see if I can find
someone to escort you," I said raising my hand to get our waiter's
attention.

   Chris put her hand on my arm and leaned closer, "But I don't have any
panties on," she whispered.

   I could see Karl approaching in response to my motion, so I whispered
back to her, "He's not going to know that unless he's in the stall with
you."

   Chris' eyes flashed and she tried to stifle a laugh.  She giggled
through her response "Well it wouldn't be the first time that happened."

   My eyebrows went up and I was about to ask her what she meant when Karl
arrived.

   "Yes, sir, ready to order?"

   Chris put out her hand toward him, "I have to tinkle, can you show me
the way?" then she laughed.  "I mean the way to the pottie, of course I
know how to tinkle."

   It was almost silly, but somehow it seemed provocative as well.

   Karl looked at me.  I suppose it was chivalry born of experience.  Who
knows how many drunk women made passes at these waiters, all handsome young
men working in a very romantic, exotic locale.  He had no idea how any
particular husband or boyfriend would react.  Or whether he or the woman
would be the object of any anger or jealousy.

   I nodded, motioned toward Chris and said, as non committally as I could,
"Whatever the lady needs."

   Karl took Chris' offered hand.  She turned in the chair, and while her
legs did open a bit, she had her other hand on her lap holding the dress
quite properly so nothing showed.  As soon as she stood, she had to steady
herself on the edge of the table.

   "Oh my," she said.  Then she took Karl's arm and said "That's better.  I
think you've gotten me a little drunk, naughty boy," and giggled.

   She turned her head over her shoulder, "Toodle-oo," she cooed softly and
winked at me.  It was a slow, sleepy wink with both eyes.

   I wanted to ask her what she meant by "not the first time" being in a
stall with a guy.  I wanted to follow and see how this progressed.  I
wanted....  I wasn't sure what I wanted.  I finished the rest of my Black
Russian in one swallow.

   After five minutes, I grabbed Chris' rum and Coke and downed that too.
In another five I had resolved to wander to the bathrooms, wherever they
were, and see what was up, not entirely sure what I hoped or dreaded
finding.

   "Excuse me, sir." It was Karl.  I was confused.

   He lowered his voice.  "Sir, I..., I think your wife has fallen asleep
in the bathroom."

   "What?"

   He glanced around before continuing, though the restaurant at this time
was almost entirely empty.  "She was pretty wobbly, sir, but she said she
could make it herself..." I could just imagine him offering to 'help'
her....  "I heard the stall door lock and waited by the entrance.  After a
bit I knocked, and your wife didn't answer, sir."

   "And?  Did you check on her?"

   "I...  Sir, I just looked in the door to see if she had fainted or
something.  I can see her feet under the stall door, but she's isn't
answering." He seemed genuinely concerned.

   "Let's go," I said standing.

   "Your wife's things..." he nodded.  I scooped up her purse and the
conference package, putting them under my arm as I followed him out of the
restaurant, around a corner and down a hall to the restrooms.  I had my
hand on the 'Ladies' door when Karl said "Sir" and held my shoulder.

   He pushed the door just slightly ajar and call out "Hello, anyone in
there?  Maintenance coming in!"

   No answer, and he nodded to me holding the door open.  I was surprised
when I realized he didn't follow me in.

   "Chris!" I called knocking on the stall door where her feet were
visible. "Chris?" I called again, shaking the door which she had locked.

   "Is there a way to unlock this damn thing?" I asked Karl who stood in
the doorway.

   "Crawl under?"

   Well, duh, I thought.  I just assumed there was another way places who
had these restrooms got into locked stalls.  I got down on my hands and
knees and looked under the door.  I almost laughed.  There was Chris, naked
except for her shoes, legs open, asleep on the pot.  She was kind of leaned
back and to the side, breathing peacefully.  I turned and there was her
dress hung on the hook.  I wondered why the hell she hadn't just hiked the
dress up?

   I had to get on my back and shimmy part of the way into the stall until
I could get an arm up and unlock the hasp, then I shimmied back out and got
up, a bit exasperated.  I pushed the door open and leaned over Chris.

   "Hey, Baby, you okay?" I asked her softly.  She just responded with an
"Ummm" and a deep breath.  I reached around and grabbed her dress, having
set her papers and purse on the sink when I entered the bathroom.  Hmm,
it's not like I could throw her over my shoulder and just carry her to the
room, I thought.  That would be through the courtyard, the lobby and shops,
then onto the elevator and down our hallway.  I had to get her dressed.

   "Hey, Chris, we gotta get your dress on you, you understand?" another
"ummmm."

   "Can you stand up, Babe?" A deep exhale.  I patted her cheeks, like they
show in the movies.  "Chris, I need you to stand up.  C'mon, Babe, wake
up."

   She opened her eyes and looked at me.  I should say, she looked in my
direction, but she seemed very unfocused.  She smiled and said "I love
you," before her eyes closed again and she let out a deep breath.

   Shit.  "Karl, can you give me a hand?" I'd told Chris I wouldn't ever
expose her, and I'd meant it.  It would be worse to call the hotel and get
security involved, and way worse to try to just drape her dress over her
and carry her through the place.

   "Babe, I need to get you dressed, okay?  But I need to get some help. 
Do you understand?" "ummm" she nodded.

   Karl was behind me when I stood up, looking in on my sleeping wife nude
on the pot.  My mind was trying to calculate how to do this.  Do I hold her
and he dresses her, or vice versa?  I opted for that, postulating that
there'd be less touching than if he had to lift her.

   I patted her face again.  "Chris, I'm going to need you to stand up,
alright?  I'm going to help you, okay?  I'll hold you and Karl is going to
get your dress on you.  Do you understand?"

   "Uh-huh," she exhaled.  Her eyes opened and she tried to focus on Karl.
"Oh, hi," she smiled and closed her eyes again.

   I handed Karl the dress and reached around Chris to lift her up.  Once I
had her there, I shifted and got behind her as I knew the dress had buttons
up the front.

   "Stick one of her arms in, then we'll pull it around and get the other
in," I directed.

   "Would it better if we moved her out of the stall?"

   I guess I was more flustered than I realized as that made perfect sense.
I sort of walked Chris out until we were standing between the stalls and
the row of sinks.

   "Okay, get an arm on," I said.

   Karl held up the dress, then said, "Crap.  It's all button up.  Just a
second," he seemed flustered too as he began to undo the ten or fifteen
buttons up the front of the dress.  I wondered if it was just the buttons,
or the naked woman being held in front of him.

   I looked in the mirror to appreciate what a predicament we were in. 
Karl was undoing the buttons, none too fast, while glancing repeatedly at
my nude wife inches in front of him.  That's when I noticed Chris was
grinning like the Cheshire cat.  For a moment I wasn't sure, thinking she
must be dreaming, then as she breathed deeply again, I noticed the hardness
of her nipples.  She was aware of all that was going on.

   "This is awkward," I commented, shifting my grip on Chris to prop her up
better.  Of course, my hand ran across her breast.  "I trust you'll be
discreet about my wife getting drunk."

   "Of course," Karl replied, fumbling with another button, his eyes on
Chris' thick bush.

   "I'm pretty lucky to have such a beautiful wife" I said, "of course I
didn't expect to be showing her off like this.  I can't even get her into a
bikini," I chuckled.

   "Really?  I'd say she'd rock a bikini.  Those tits and this..." he
caught himself and looked at me nervously.

   "it's cool.  I tell her that, but you know women..." I trailed off. 
Chris had her eyes closed again, but her firm nipples let me know she was
listening.

   "Got it," Karl said holding up the dress.

   I shifted Chris a bit and moved an arm.  "Here, slide it on her," which
he did.

   "Um, well crap." I said.  "Let me move around front, you bring the dress
around and stick her other arm in." It took some fumbling, and I wasn't
sure if Chris had fallen asleep again or was just faking really well.  I
was in front of her, her nipples in my chest and, if she were awake, she
would feel my hard cock pressed against her.  Karl scooted around to the
back and brought the dress across her.  I watched in the mirror as he ran
his hand across her bottom "smoothing the dress" and then worked her arm
into the other sleeve.

   "You take her," I said, leaning Chris back toward him, "I'll get these
buttons so we can get her out of here."

   His arms came around to support her as I stooped to begin on the dress
buttons.  There was no pretense as he cupped her breasts.  "Man, these are
nice.  She'd kill it in a bikini." "

   "I appreciate the compliment, but I don't appreciate you copping a feel.
I'm pretty sure my wife wouldn't approve either," I said standing and
glaring at him.  It wasn't real anger, but I had to put a stop to his
liberties.

   His hands were still wrapped around her, crossed under her breasts with
one in each palm.

   He looked concerned and uncupped his grip, putting his hands under her
breasts.  "Sorry man, she's just so sexy."

   "I agree with you, but it doesn't mean you can do what you want.  Don't
be a fucker, okay?"

   "I didn't mean anything.  No disrespect or anything, honest," he
stammered.

   "Alright," I relaxed.  "I suppose if the situation were reversed, I'd do
the same thing," I smiled.  "But you might want to get your hard dick outta
her ass crack before I stop being nice," I looked right into him.

   A stupid grin, mixed with nervousness, appeared and he separated himself
from Chris' body.  Her breasts continued to rest on his arms crossed on
her. Her head down, she had a grin also.

   I finished buttoning up the dress and scooped her into my arms.

   "Could you put that package and her purse on her, please?" I asked.  He
did.

   "I'm sure if you see us around you won't be weird or say anything,
right?"

   "No, sir," he assured me.

   "it's Joe," I offered.  "And this is Chris," I nodded to the woman in my
arms.  "I don't expect to hear anything about any of this.  No whispers, no
staff hanging around my wife."

   "No, sir.  Not sure anyone would believe me anyhow..." he smiled. 
"You're a lucky guy, Joe.  She's hot as hell."

   "Thanks.  Write up whatever those drinks were and charge it to the room.
1188.  Put forty percent on for the tip, alright?"

   "You bet.  Thanks, though after...  well, I should refuse the tip,
feeling her up like that," he half grinned.

   "The tits, or her ass?" I asked with a smile.

   Karl actually blushed, looking at the ground.  "Take her to Maui Girl,
it's a bikini shop.  You gotta get her into a bikini, man.  She's way too
hot for anything else." I could see he was imagining that by the look on
his face.

   "Night Karl," I said.  "Enjoy beating off!"

   He laughed.

   As I walked along the lighted path between the restaurant and our tower,
Chris in my arms, my mind raced through visions, both recollections and
imaginings.  She stirred.

   "Mmmm," she brought her head up and looked at me, mumbling, "Where we
at, Joe?"

   "On the way to the room, Babe," I answered, squeezing her to me.

   "Mmmm," she said again.

   "You have fun?" I asked walking with her like a child in my arms.

   "Hmmm?" she sighed.

   I chuckled.

   "What?" she asked.

   My hand came around from under her and I circled her left areola with my
fingertip.  "Did you have fun?"

   "Uh-huh.  You?" her fake drunken sleepiness completely gone as she
watched my face.

   "Oh hell yeah!" I answered.  She pulled her face to mine and we kissed
passionately.  We were in bed asleep, in ten minutes, our clothes on the
floor.