“I think Emily should have to get naked,” Mike said with a wicked grin.
We were standing near the port cochere of our hotel, the Disney’s Polynesian Village Resort, and waiting for our bus to arrive to take us to Hollywood Studios. The shade from the nearby overhang wasn’t nearly enough to keep us cool on yet another epically hot mid-August morning. We were all half-awake, a bit hungover, and still coming to grips with how the previous day had gone.
The four of us were on a couple’s trip to Walt Disney World. My wife, Emily, and I had been invited to join Allison and her husband Mike on their summer vacation. Before this trip, we’d been perfectly normal, platonic married people. But something had happened at the happiest place on Earth, and we’d become something far less wholesome.
It had started when Mike ran into his old high school crush girl at the pool, the beautiful blonde Cassie. Then, we bumped into Cassie and her silver fox husband, Jack, over dinner. As if that wasn’t enough coincidences, the six of us met up with each other again at the hot tub that night. Which is when things went from interesting to illicit.
We’d all played a drinking game together, each of us getting flirty with someone who was not our spouse: Mike with Cassie, Jack with Emily, and me with Allison. We didn’t do anything crazy, just a little risque, but it felt dangerous all the same.
The next morning, Emily and I agreed what had happened was scary, but also kind of fun. We were both willing to let things happen, so long as things didn’t escalate any further. Little kisses, quick gropes, and fast flashes. It all seemed safe enough.
But Mike wasn’t teasing my wife because of what had happened the night before.
“This afternoon after we get back from the park,” Mike said, “Emily could, like, get naked real quick. Even just take out a titty. It’s only fair.”
He was pretending at being playful, but I could tell that some part of him was serious. The tall, outgoing man with thinning blond hair had never shown much interest in my petite, brunette wife before. At least not like this. But everything that had happened so far was clearly conspiring to help him see Emily in a whole new way.
“You’re going to have to let this go, Mike,” Allison said, smiling. She gave her husband a playful push.
But that didn’t slow Mike for a second. “Come on, Em,” he continued, “Paul got the Full Monty, at least give me something to even things up. Like a Partial Mortimer?”
Mike grinned lewdly. Emily rolled her eyes. I looked over at Allison, but she glanced away.
That morning, I’d made an epic, embarrassing mistake. Somehow, I’d gotten confused about the bathrooms and walked in on Allison while she was getting out of the shower. Completely naked.
The athletic woman was standing in front of me without a stitch on her. Her strawberry blonde, poker straight hair hung wet over her broad shoulders. Her small breasts were round and perky, capped by sharp, coral nipples. A taut, tight tummy led down to her bare, hairless pink pussy. Allison’s wide hips whispered of a full, muscular backside. She looked like a sculptor’s vision of the goddess Athena.
Allison’s hands immediately went to cover her most private places, but it didn’t matter. She might as well have sent me a photograph for all that I’d been able to stare. She froze, shocked. Then she saw the look on my face and started to snicker.
“Jeez, Paul, if you wanted to see me naked you could have asked.”
“Mike said you were in the first bathroom,” I said, shocked out of my usual silence. My accent came out so thick, even I could barely understand me.
“That is the first bathroom,” Mike called out from the bedroom. I could tell he was fighting through hysterical laughter. “From the front door. One. Two.”
“From the bedroom,” I yelled back, “One. Two.”
Allison shook her head, ruefully. Regardless of how we agreed to assign bathrooms, the damage had been done. Careful to keep herself somewhat concealed, the tall blonde reached for a towel and wrapped it around herself.
I told her I was sorry.
“Don’t worry about it, truly,” Allison said. She touched my shoulder. “Something like this was bound to happen with all of us in such close quarters. It’s no big deal.” Then she left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
It had been over an hour since my silly mistake. We were outside of our hotel, dressed, (all of us in shorts and t-shirts, except for Allison in her usual tank top), and ready for the day. But Mike wasn’t ready to move on.
“Come on, Em, show us the goods.” Mike said, giving my wife a playful slap on the shoulder. I glanced behind us, worried that someone could hear him. Fortunately, we were early enough that very few people were waiting, and those there were there were standing too far away. I hoped.
And yet, despite my embarrassment, an odd part of me was pleased that Mike was hitting on my wife. Emily was shy, geeky in a cute way, with tiny breasts and almost no butt — she didn’t see herself as the kind of girl guys got worked up over.
Emily’s admission the night before, that I was the only man she’d ever had sex with, only added to my understanding of her unexpected enjoyment at being desired by other men. I just hoped that all the attention Emily had been getting on this trip would help her feel better about her lack of experience.
My wife shook her head at Mike’s suggestion, smiling broadly. Her brown hair, up in her usual bun, shook with her. Emily wasn’t agreeing to reveal anything (especially not in front of the hotel), but she wasn’t exactly shutting the tall, thin man down either.
“Sorry buddy,” Allison said, smirking at her husband, “You’ll have to sneak in on her when she’s in the shower like a normal person.”
Allison was clearly enjoying all this teasing, as well. If anything, she seemed oddly pleased that I’d gotten a peek at her naked parts. This was all just flirty fun, right? As I said, Emily and I had agreed that it was OK to play around a bit. I got the sense that Allison and Mike had reached a similar settlement.
Right when Mike’s teasing was starting to feel pushy instead of playful, our bus arrived. It rumbled up, loudly, then squealed and sighed as it settled, allowing us to board. The four of us walked all the way to the back and sat down on the bright, blue benches; each couple facing the other. The air conditioning was almost too cold, but I wasn’t going to complain. It was nice to shiver after all that sweating.
As soon as our bus rolled off, Mike’s phone announced that he’d gotten a text.
“It’s Cassie,” he said, acting surprised.
“I’m shocked,” Allison said, “Is she sending you boobs, or has she graduated to full nudes?”
“It’s not like that,” Mike said, making it clear to all of us that it very much was. “She’s just an old friend. But it is kind of funny that she keeps popping up everyplace. Disney is so huge, it’s weird how we keep crossing paths.”
“I can’t imagine,” Allison said. She rolled her eyes my way, and we shared a chuckle.
“She’s wondering if she can come hang out with us,” Mike said, “I guess Jack’s busy with his kids.”
“Sure,” Allison said.
“I don’t see why not,” Emily said, though she seemed a little deflated.