It's Clara, she wants to bring back some old little thrill...

"Dear, I was thinking... do you rember that time in the subway station?" Asks hesitantly Clara.

Thomas smiles at her, meeting her incredible turquoise blue eyes, trying to pretend having listened to her until that moment.

He usally managed to get away with that.
They were talking of sex, again... Wich was kind of a contraddiction, in his mind.
They had gone at it for hours in the past days, without results.

Plus Clara was such a chatterbox. It was actually impossible to hear everything she said.
She talked constantly. About everything. She had an opinion even on the slightest thing.
He loved her that way, though.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?"

Actually Thomas was distracted.
A group of two girls and one guy was playing loudly near the shoreline in front of them.
They seemed very close to each other, they touched and brushed continuosly in the shallow water.
The game seemed just an excuse.
He could't avoid wondering if they were be more than just friends.

He was pitcturing all the three of them in their shared bungalow, casually going around naked... Maybe taking showers together...
Soaping each other...
And then, with the same ease, starting to kiss... the brunette with the redhead...the redhead with the buff tanned guy...
The tought had given him a nice erection.
Not for the girls themselves.
They were pretty actually, but Clara was of another planet (...he had noticed infact, that the even buff guy had eyed her a couple of times...), and the natural look she had been sporting these days emphasized that just lovely.

She was that kind of girl that looked good dressed, but was awesome naked. She was a real natural beauty, with her statuesque figure and long light blonde hair.
Her breasts were generous, yet didn't sag of an inch without her bra.
She needn't even wax or trimming, as her hair were so thin a and soft.
At work she was always **** to wear make up, he had always liked his wife better when she wore little-to-none, like today.

No, it wasn't about the girls. Thomas knew how lucky he was, even if he wasn't half bad himself too.
The thing was... a threesome, his one, forbidden fantasy.
Even in their 'wild' phase, months ago, he didn't dare to confess that to Clara.
He wasn't sure she would have understood, and he was to afraid it would have changed everything between them.

Maybe the time is ripe though, he ruminates as he watches the trio leave the beach.
He turns again to Clara, noticing she looks already peeved by the delay of his reply.