Breathing Space

Carissa shrugged. "Would you be okay with him looking at you?"

"I... if it... um..."

"Don't tell me you weren't showing off a little bit for him last week." A look of panic crossed Megyn's eyes. "Don't worry about it. I thought it was cute. So... are you all right with him seeing you naked?"

Megyn toyed with a strand of hair, and said, "Whew. Yeah. That would be okay."

Carissa laughed lightly. "Then to be continued."

* * *

Cut into the sides of a beachside cliff, the resort was nothing if not stunning. The walls were a sun-washed yellow, giving it a hazy, romantic feel -- and that was before the ornamental lanterns lining the steep stone staircases and rooms were lit up.

Every room came with a terrace and a view of the ocean, and on the terrace itself was a small plunge pool. Carissa raced through the lovely room to check out the view while Victor tipped their concierge Lucia a twenty.

She was a gorgeous young thing, a full-figured sexpot with an ass that made Victor want to bite his knuckles. She toyed with a strand of her cascading dark hair, and gave him a cute curtsy after she stuffed the twenty into her pocket.

"If you need anything at all, you ask for Lucia," she said. Her smile grew more impish, and she added a breathy, "Anything."

Victor winked. "I most definitely will. Thanks, Lucia."

He watched her sashay away from the door, her ass swishing in her tight black slacks. He shook his head, closed the door, and joined his wife, who already had her shoes off and her feet in the stub of a pool. It was maybe only a feet deep at one end, and no more than two at the other, perfect for sitting and watching the ocean.

"Less than a minute in and this is already my pick for most beautiful place we've ever been," Carissa said.

A little awestruck, Victor stared out at the crashing waves. "Agreed. This is incredible." His attention shifted to his wife. "Oh, by the way, Lucia just told me if I needed anything..." His voice went breathy in a poor imitation of her. "...anything at all, I should let her know."

"Mm. Maybe we'll take her up on that. She is a yummy one."

"She is that," Victor agreed. He dropped to one knee behind Carissa and rubbed her shoulders. Into her ear, he murmured, "But I believe I have a debt to pay up. Something about eating you out when we get here."

"Ooh. Yes. Right here, with this view-" She glanced up shyly. "Maybe I should shower first."

"Pfft. A little travel funk isn't going to scare me off. Get those panties down, woman." But their fun was going to be denied, at least for a few minutes. Someone knocked on their door. Victor chuckled and kissed his wife's shoulder. "Back in a minute. And remind me to thank Penny for recommending this place."

Megyn's cousin Penny was a travel agent and their go-to guru for their vacations. So far, she batted a thousand on places they'd love and she generally really did find them some spectacular deals.

Victor hurried to the door as Carissa swished her feet around in the pool. Megyn was in the hallway, holding a square tray full of chocolates and nuts.

"Did you see these? Oh my God, the dark chocolate is so... uh... dark." Megyn pushed past Victor and into the room. Amused, he turned and had a hard time not staring at her curvy ass. "I mean, I know what we're paying for the rooms, and yeah, okay, we could buy a ton of our own chocolate for the price, but still, this is really, really good chocolate." She finally paused and spun around. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Nah," he said, chuckling.

"Where's Carissa?"

"Out here, babe," Carissa called.

Megyn grabbed a fistful of nuts from her tray and headed out there, stuffing her face. "I'm going to gain like twenty pounds on this trip and I don't even care. Next week me might hate vacation me but she can stuff it, the chunky bitch. Here, try this."

She plucked out something small and chocolate covered. Carissa took it and chewed. "Mm. Chocolate coffee beans."

"Right? You want to go take a walk around and maybe get a drink?"

Carissa did. They decided to change into their bathing suits and meet back up in ten. Megyn sailed out of the room still snacking on chocolates. Victor and Carissa stripped, and he chased her into the shower, both of them laughing like newlyweds. The shower was just big enough to make room for the two of them, and Victor used the opportunity to kneel and clean his wife's sex for her with gentle motions of his thumbs before he leaned in and started licking.

But that was about all they had time for before Megyn was hammering on the door again. Victor placed a hand on the shower wall and stood upright again as his wife chuckled and kissed him. "I'm sorry," she breathed in his ear. "She's going to need a lot of attention this trip."

"It's all right. She's like your sister."

"Mm." Carissa leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Except if she was my sister, I'd feel pretty weird about asking you to go tomorrow when we do the Nude Day stuff."

"You.. uh... really want me along with? We weren't just playing out a fantasy?"

"If you want to go. I won't do it if you're uncomfortable, and I wouldn't feel comfortable if you're not there. That's not an ultimatum. Megyn would be fine. But I want you to think about it tonight, okay?" She licked his earlobe and whispered, "And think about her, that ass I know you love, those big, mm, juicy tits, her pussy, all there for us to stare at."

"Jesus," Victor groaned. She pinched his butt, and he stumbled out of the shower to grab a towel and tell Megyn they'd be just another couple minutes.

Truth was, he didn't really need to think about Nude Day because he already had been, ever since Carissa sucked him off the week before on the ride home. He figured Megyn would probably want to pull Carissa into going, and that Brad had been right about her deliberately lining this vacation up to show off for them. Yeah, maybe to see him naked too. Victor also didn't really care. He had nothing to be embarrassed about when it came to his body, and he firmly believed no one else did either. Bodies were just that, bodies. Sure, he was right well going to enjoy himself if Megyn really did show off her fantastic curves, but he'd go with them anyways because it was obviously something Carissa was interested in. He'd have done anything for her, and this benefitted him too.

When they dressed, the trio took a long, leisurely walk around the hotel and the resort grounds. The hotel itself wasn't huge, but the space was well designed to provide every comfort they might need. Three restaurants, one at the top of the building and two down on the bottom floors closest to the ocean, provided everything from a pleasant buffet to more upscale fare. Similarly, a trio of bars were open all but the earliest hours to guests, with everything but the best liquor free with their vacation package.

Megyn really liked a small bar near the middle of the hotel linked to a communal library, and they stopped there for the first drink of the vacation, if they didn't count the beer and wine they drank on board the plane, which they didn't. With bay breezes, pina coladas, and a blue lagoon in hand, they raised their glasses, and Victor said, "To one hell of a fun week."

"And to leaving our troubles behind us for a while," Megyn said, clinking with him.

"And to getting butt nekkid and ogling each other all day," Carissa said.

"Ah," Victor said at the same time as both women clinked glasses and shouted, "Cheers!"

* * *

They took the party outside. A trio of large pools overlooked the ocean and the stone steps leading down to the resort's cove. If a person didn't know there was a beach there, they wouldn't have seen it. It was cleverly packed away against the high rise of the cliffs around them, giving the whole place a great deal of privacy.

Two paths led through manmade caverns through the rocks to the other sides of the cove. Megyn pointed to the left as they strode down the beach, the stiff breeze making Victor's shirt flap over his tank top.

"So that way's where the nude activities are going to take place. Tomorrow morning is nude volleyball and nude carry-your-wife races."

"I don't think you need to preface everything with nude. It's a Nude Day celebration. It's implied," Victor said.

Carissa rolled her eyes. "Pinch him for that."

"Gladly," Megyn said, and reached out to pinch his butt. "The body art competition starts things off in the afternoon, then there are more games, and at night, there's a bonfire and dancing."

"Sounds great," Carissa said.

"You mean that? You're not just humoring me because of Brad, right?"

"No. Not at all."

"And Victor, you're, um... you're okay with this?"

"Well..." Victor said, trying to push as much gravity as he could into his tone, "I gotta warn you. I drop my pants, and women, they fall in love with me. It's instantaneous. Mind control, but with my magic dick."

"It's true," Carissa said. "Every time I try to escape his clutches, he just gets naked and I forget who I am for a week."

"This is a serious risk," Megyn said, tapping her chin. "I get naked and men... well, they're repulsed. It's what happens every breakup. It's a mess down there, lip-wise. Like two hams just hanging down off my hips. And my boobs, well... they're really just sacks of potatoes I keep strapped to my chest."

"This sounds lethal," Victor said. He plodded to her and wrapped an arm around Megyn's shoulders. She smiled and settled into him. "Hey. For what it's worth, I don't ever want to hear you mock yourself again. I think you, Carissa, you're the two most beautiful women I've ever met. Brad's an idiot if he didn't want to try and fight for you. I will try to be as gentlemanly as I can tomorrow, but I'd be lying if I said the thought of you and my wife together naked on a beach isn't the sexiest damn thing I've ever tried not to imagine."

Megyn's throat worked, and she looked up at him. "Thanks, Victor."

"Got anything important on you?" he asked.

"What? Why?"

"Because you're too close to get away from me and none of us have gone in the water yet."

"Oh no-"

"Get her!" Carissa roared, her eyes twinkling.

He tightened his grip on Megyn and scooped her up in his massive arms. She bellowed and laughed and fought him, but none too hard. He was well aware how close his hand was to her ass under her diaphanous wrap and her bathing suit, and it threatened to send him to hardness, but he was having too much fun in the moment, stomping down the beach with her in his arms.

* * *

That first night, they decided to dress it up and eat at the most formal of the resort's restaurants. They sat out on a top-floor terrace with platters of orange beef tostadas, tender slices of fish on green salads, bowls or roasted meats and vegetables, and for dessert, ice cream and a de leche cake served in a hot skillet. It seemed like so much food, but they did an admirable number on it.

"I don't think I've ever eaten so much in my life," Megyn said, finally settling her silverware on her plate.

"I made terrible mistakes at a buffet once in Texas with a college friend," Victor said. "No man is ever meant to eat that much brisket and sausage. But this was pretty close."

Megyn grinned. "Too much brisket? I don't think that's possible."

Carissa glanced at something out of the corner of her eye, then leaned in and murmured in Victor's ear. He looked too, and shifted in his chair. They held a hushed conversation like that for a couple minutes. Megyn saw his hand rest high on his wife's thigh, and realized, not for the first time, she was being something of a third wheel to her friends' romantic getaway.

"After a meal like that, I think I'm going to take a walk," she said. "I'm going to give you two some privacy."

"Are you sure?" Carissa asked.

"Oh yes. I need it after dinner," Megyn said, patting her stomach. "Really, you don't need to babysit me. I promise, I'm annoyed with Brad but all I need is time and a good rebound, you know? Might meet him here."

"Then we'll hook up tomorrow morning, then," Victor said. "And you shall fall under the spell of my naked butt cheeks."

Carissa stood to give Megyn a hug. Victor too, after a moment, and he held her shoulder. Megyn's smile faltered as she stared into his eyes. God, she'd always been so in love with him, with his intense, angular features, his hard muscles, his heart-melting smile. Carissa too, though for a very long time just as friends. There had been some moments of lust there, yes, but Megyn had never been so bold as Carissa in exploring her sapphic urges and had only lately begun to examine them for what they were. It was easier nowadays to freely admit to herself she wanted her best friend as much as Victor, but it was such a strange new step to take with them that Megyn was reluctant to make a move.

As she took a walk around the resort, Megyn thought about Brad's words to her in the days leading up to last week's argument. He was right about Nude Day -- she had wanted to show herself off to Victor and Carissa if they were up for it -- but she genuinely thought too it might be a way to bring them together, to inject life into their dying relationship one last time.

Brad accused her of other things too, in that fight and in the days after. In particular, that Megyn was more in love with her friends than with him. It was true and would have probably always been true even if they hadn't split up. She denied it, of course, but more because she didn't want to examine those emotions too closely. Doing that would mean she'd have to acknowledge she never really gave Brad or any other guy a chance, and that sucked. That was a sucky thing to admit. Sucktastic. Sucktown.

She contemplated returning to her room and calling him. The thought lasted all of about ten seconds. Maybe she owed Brad an apology, maybe not. But they were done and she wasn't going to let him screw with her head like this on vacation.

"I'm not going to let him screw with my head on vacation!" Megyn told a blinking bartender.

"Okay? So would you like something to drink?" he repeated himself, trying to smile and not quite sticking the landing.

Megyn looked around. She somewhat remembered taking the glass elevator to the first floor, but hadn't consciously made her way to the outdoor bar. Good call by her subconscious, though. The outdoor lights were just coming on and the night sea air was intoxicating.

"Oh. Uh. Something light, fruity and very alcoholic."

He brought Megyn something mango-flavored and blended with ice. She sipped, felt the alcohol kick her right where her nuts would be if she had them, and nodded appreciatively. She took a seat at a small table lit by a trio of candles, and looked out over the ocean, listening to music over the speakers. There would be live musicians the next day, and more on the weekend. Something else to look forward to.

The cocktail hit her pleasantly hard. Megyn relaxed, closed her eyes, and tried not to think about all the couples scattered around her. This was supposed to be a couples' resort, and Megyn felt as naked as she very literally would be the following day. Brad was supposed to be here with her. When Megyn's cousin first brought up the deal about the resort, he was all for it. He wanted to try to learn to surf. That had been early in their relationship, just after he moved in with Megyn. He worked out intensely for a few weeks, trying to get a beach body going even as Megyn laughed and told him they had six or seven months yet. As his enthusiasm for their relationship waned, so did his efforts, and in the last month or so, apart from a few token jogs, he let himself go.

No more of him, Megyn told herself. She opened her eyes again, raised her glass in the direction of the ocean, and said pleasantly, "You chose to be miserable. Best of luck finding anyone like me again, asshole."

The bartender behind her, about to ask if she'd like another, backed away as carefully as possible from the crazy woman.

Megyn drained her glass, stood up, and brought it back to the bar. She wandered again. At night, the paths were lit by electric lanterns hung from tall iron posts. The stone stairwells were particularly lovely. She wandered up the one leading to the top floor, a swooping walk with a breathtaking view of the ocean. A few ships moved sluggishly on the horizon but that was it. It was a remarkably quiet beach, undiscovered yet by the masses. She paused halfway up, leaning out over a smooth boulder, letting the alcohol and the crash of the waves consume her.

"Oh God, like that," someone feminine panted somewhere above her.

Megyn grinned. Someone was getting some vacation nookie.

Now she could hear something else besides the ocean and distant music down on the beach. A very familiar slap-slap-slap. Megyn nearly giggled. They had to be on one of the terraces looking out over the water.

"Fucking hell, I love that ass."

Wait.

That was Victor. And the woman definitely wasn't Carissa.

Furious, Megyn started up the path again, squinting up at the terraces, trying to figure out which one would be Victor and Carissa's. That son of a bitch was cheating on her? But he'd seemed like such a normal, sweet guy. Figured that today of all days, just after Megyn broke up with Brad, that he'd show his true colors, that he'd...

...be fucking Lucia, their gorgeous concierge.

Oh holy shit, but she was stunning. Lucia was bent over the balustrade resting on her elbows. Her big breasts bobbed back and forth, her dark nipples just visible in the faint light of the lanterns. Her hair spilled down her shoulders and her face was caught in a moment of pure bliss, eyes closed, lips parted, her slick pink tongue flicking out. Victor was behind her, shirtless, one big calloused hand gripping Lucia's shoulder as he fucked her rhythmically.

"You son of a..." Megyn breathed, her words barely audible.

"Like that, sir, like that," Lucia panted. "Don't stop. Oh, oooh, don't stop!"

"Come for me, Lucia, come for me..."

"Mmm... mmm... ahhhh!" the lovely woman cried out. She shuddered, thrusting back hard once, twice, three times, then her head dipped low as Victor intensified his pace. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, thrusting her breasts out even further while her eyes opened and fluttered. She looked down at the path and gasped.

"Oh, oh, someone's watching, your friend's watching us..."

Megyn eeped, and nearly flung herself over the nearest boulder to hide, which would have been something of a mistake, considering it had to be a four story drop to the beach below. Instead, Victor glanced down and... grinned. He grinned. The fucker actually grinned.

He looked back towards something in the room. "Baby, we got busted."

As Megyn gaped up, Carissa peeked over the ledge, holding a towel to her breasts. She chuckled and raised a hand to her eyes. "Oh jeez. Hey Meg."

"Um. Hi? Hello?" Megyn cleared her throat. "Right. Hi. Hello. I'm... I'm sorry. Uh, just going to... uh... yeah."

She scampered up the path, Victor's throaty laugh following her every step of the way.

* * *

Lucia rode Victor with bouncy fervency, a quick morning fuck before she had to run home and change for her shift that day. Carissa rested on her back, lazily brushing her own pussy as she watched. It was already a warm morning, and the sunlight spilled across the three lovers in brilliant yellow hues.

"Mm, best start to a vacation ever," Carissa said.

Victor smacked Lucia's butt playfully. "Hell yeah it is," he agreed.

Carissa wanted to run her hands all over the young beautiful concierge, but sadly, while Lucia liked being watched, she wasn't into women. That was all right, especially since last night, Victor made good on their bet before he started in on Lucia, giving his wife one hell of an orgasm on the edge of the bed while Lucia sprawled out in one of their chairs, playing with one of Carissa's favorite finger vibes.