I remain inside, staring at her through the glass door, contemplating what I should do. I’d planned on going down to the massive pool and relaxing on a lounger for an hour or two before we explore and find somewhere to eat lunch.
Seeing my wife’s breasts on blatant display has changed my plans.
Giving in to my urges, I open the sliding glass door and step outside. She’s on a lounger, her knees bent, a giant straw hat on her head, shading her face. She cracks open her eyes when she hears the door, a faint smile on her face.
“Care to join me?”
“I was going down to the pool.”
“Maybe you should go down on me instead.” She laughs when I say nothing. “I think the Italian air is making me horny.”
“I like your idea better.” I sit on the edge of her lounger, settling my hand on her knee. Her skin glistens from whatever she rubbed all over it, and fuck, I’m tempted.
“I can’t sit topless by the pool,” she says, sounding logical. “That’s why I’m doing it here.” She closes her eyes, looking every inch the rich socialite that she is. Thin gold chains around her neck, and gold bracelets on her wrists. My ring on her finger, accompanied by a slender band of diamonds.
“You’re wearing sunscreen?”
“Yes,” she says, her lips curling. “With a low SPF, though.”
“Syl.” I sigh.
“Spence.” She sighs in response.
I run my hand up her leg, my fingers drifting across her thigh. “You’re having fun?”
Her eyes pop open. “This has been the best vacation of my life.”
“I agree.” It’s been nothing but sun and water and sex and food. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I agree that there’s something in the Italian air.
I always want her. Just like I always have.
After our honeymoon, we’re going to the house in California and spending a few weeks there. The renovation is almost complete. Sylvie’s been going out there at least once a month to check on the progress, taking her damn cat with her. Squirrel actually likes the leash Sylvie keeps on her, or so her owner says.
I see the look in Squirrel’s eyes sometimes. I think she barely tolerates Sylvie and that leash, which is kind of amusing.
I’m slowly pulling out of my father’s business, and he’s letting me. We haven’t really talked about it, but I know he’s going to let me walk. Sylvie’s words, saying we all have a choice, gave me strength, because she’s right.
And she is my choice. My wife, and our new life is what I want to focus on. Nothing else matters.
Just her.
Scooting closer to Sylvie, I toy with the strings at her hips, slowly undoing one. The fabric parts, and with a brush of my fingers, she’s exposed, the bikini bottom hanging off one hip.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is a low murmur, her eyes closed once more, and I shift to the other side, undoing the tie there before I pull the bikini bottom back, exposing her completely.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?”
She lifts her hips and I yank the bikini from underneath her, letting it drop onto the warm terracotta tile. “People can probably see us.”
I glance down at the pool, to the many people sitting around and swimming in it. “No one is paying attention to us.”
“That’s too bad. I’m sure we could put on quite a show.” She removes the hat from her head, letting it fall onto the tile, and I quietly take her in.
Lush and beautiful and completely naked on the lounger. My wife is incredibly sexy since she’s become so comfortable in her own skin.
Not that she wasn’t sexy before. More like she’s become even sexier. And it’s almost to my detriment.
I never want to be away from her. She’s constantly on my mind, even more so now than ever before. I’m a man obsessed.