Unfortunately, no

"Unfortunately, I should be getting back to my wife," I replied. "Sorry again about the mess."

"No worries at all," The bartender assured me. "1221, correct?"

"That's it," I said. I turned to Tina. "It was nice to meet you. I'm sure I'll see you around."

"I hope so," she answered with a flirty wave.

Jesus

When I got back to the pool area I noticed Mandy sitting on her pool chair talking to two men. As I got closer I noticed it was the two European looking men we had seen at the nude beach yesterday. They were covered up more than they were yesterday but not by much. Each of them donned a blue speedo that clung to their bulging crotches. I saw them smile and wave then turn around and walk toward the lobby.

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MANDY

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"Hey!"

I whipped around to find Scott approaching.

"I brought you a drink." He extended his hand toward me. I grabbed the plastic cup filled with frozen tequila and margarita mixture. "Flirting it up with the Europeans?"

"They were flirting it up with me," I answered. Though, admittedly, I flirted back with them plenty. How could I not? Two in-shape men with exotic accents and long, uncircumsized penises. I'd never experienced a penis that wasn't circumsized. In fact, I'd never even seen one until we were on the nude beach just yesterday.

"Oh baby," Scott said. He poked me in the ribs. "You were so shy about how you look compared to all the girls here and you have all the guys throwing themselves at you."

"They weren't throwing themselves at me." _They were definitely throwing themselves at me. _It didn't matter anyway. It's not like I was going to sleep with one of them. They didn't have a spouse for us to swap with. Scott would be left alone. I couldn't do that to him.

Although, if he had the opportunity to sleep with a single woman here, would I squash it or encourage it? I honestly didn't know the answer.

I guess I'll cross that bridge when (if!) I come to it.

In the meantime I'd just have to daydream, and it wasn't hard to imagine Raja wrapping his muscular forearms around me, pinning me to the bed, placing his full, pouty lips to my ear while I tussled my fingers through his scraggly bleach blonde hair. Or Petyr, his bulky, muscle-bound body pressed to mine, the buzz of his dark brown hair brushing over my fingertips as he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. Both of them looking at me with lust filling their chiseled jawlines as they lowered their pants to reveal those uncut gems.

Wait a minute.

Both?

"I bet they were looking for a threesome," Scott said. I chuckled a bit under my breath and cleared my throat. "I'm serious. Europeans are pretty open about that. Everyone that we met in Europe over Spring Break junior year was surprised none of us had been in one."

"I don't even know what I'd do in that situation," I said, though I had to fight my mind from drifting back to thinking about just that. "Let's go get ready for dinner."

We grabbed our towels and made our way back to our room. As we passed by the large, glass windows looking into the lobby, we saw Raja and Petyr talking to the concierge. They smiled and waved to us. We returned the gesture.

We were both pretty hungry and agreed to keep our shower to just washing. Scott still couldn't help but tease me just a bit as he slid his soaped up hands over my breasts. With a slight step forward, he pressed his body to mine, sliding his hands down my back to cup my ass as his cock pressed into my crotch. I could feel him stiffening, pressing into the folds of my pussy.

"Mmmm..." I cooed. "That feels nice."

Grrrrgggglllggghhh

Scott's stomach roared.

"Romantic," I joked. Scott blushed and let me go.

"I think we better go to dinner," he said. "I don't think either of us want my stomach to be growling while we are getting it on."

"The only thing I want growling is you," I said, then I stepped up onto my tip-toes and kissed him.

We quickly rinsed, dried, and got dressed. I decided to wear a blue, floral print dress with spaghetti straps and a low-cut neckline. I slipped into a pair of matching, four inch stilettos then turned to Scott, twirled around, and said, "Well, what do you think?"

Scott, still in a towel, stood at the edge of the bed and stared. I could almost hear his pulse quickening as his eyes scanned my body. He took a deep breath, walked toward me, and kissed me.

"I wish I wasn't so damned hungry," he said, before letting me go.

"Just think about what will be waiting for you after dinner."

"I will be," Scott replied. "And that's the problem." He put on a pair of khakis and a dark red polo shirt that looked great with his tanning skin and blonding hair. Goodness, he looked so handsome.

His stomach growled again.

"Alright, alright," he exclaimed, looking down at his stomach. "We're going to get something to eat, Jesus."

I laughed and grabbed him by the arm as we made our way outside. When we got to the restaurant, there was a group of six people, two groups of four, and one other couple in front of us in line. I looked around the restaurant, eyeing up where the empty tables were. There weren't many.

"We could always eat at the bar if the wait is too long," I told Scott.

"Yea, but I really want to try the fish they had on the menu tonight," he answered.

Suddenly I spotted a blonde woman, sitting by herself at a table for two. She was waving toward us. Out of the side of my vision I saw Scott wave shyly back.

"Who's that?" I asked, trying not to sound annoyed that a smoking hot young blonde girl with large, fake boobs was smiling and waving at my husband.

"Some girl I met at the beach bar," Scott answered.

"And you were teasing me about flirting with Raja and Petyr." This time I was the one poking him in the ribs. He squirmed away.

"You said you weren't flirting," Scott said.

"Maybe I was flirting a little bit," I admitted. Scott smirked.

My eyes continued across the room where I noticed Raja and Petyr sitting at a table for four. Their eyes lit up when they saw me and they began waving, motioning for us to come sit with them. I waved back and looked at Scott who didn't seem like he was too interested in eating with them.

"Do you want to sit with them?" I asked. "At least it will get us a seat and dinner." Scott thought about it for a bit longer than I expected.

We continued across the crowded restaurant until I noticed another person waving toward us.

It was Mia! She and Glenn were sitting at a booth with Ariel, Robert, Madeline, and Eric.