Madeline/Eric

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MANDY

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I wish there was a way to describe how much I enjoyed my husband. We had spent a lot of time with various couples over the last few days - in many different ways - but I always found myself giggling and feeling most at ease when it was just Scott and me, alone, having a few drinks and chatting. We could be talking about anything from what we needed to get from Home Depot this week to replace the lights in our bathrooms to which person (or persons!) we would want to swing with next. The swinging part had become natural, though it never seemed to dominate our conversation. It wasn't like we were coming up with a plan of who to seduce next. It was always just casual chit-chat that lead to unexpected revelations.

Would I really have sex with multiple men at once? Would I do it with two people who weren't Scott? Would I have a threesome with Scott and another woman? If I did, would I want to... get it on with that woman or would I want to watch Scott? Would I just want to watch Scott have sex with another woman and not participate? That did seem hot. I wouldn't mind seeing him go to town on Madeline. He was right, she was irresistibly sexy. Even I couldn't help but watch those perfectly round breasts of hers bounce around on her chest. The way her short hair hung straggly over her eyebrows after it had dried from the ocean or pool water added a layer of mystery about her. And her lips were so full and red...

Wait, am I crushing on Madeline?

Let's try to stay on topic here. Scott and I were just finishing washing each other off in the shower.

"Mmm..." I cooed as Scott wrapped his arms around me and cupped my breast. He pressed his crotch into my behind, his erection wedging itself between my butt cheeks. "I would love to. But you should hold that for Madeline."

His cock pulsed at the mention of that red-headed vixen.

"I'm serious," I said, spinning around. I grabbed his erection in my hand. "Don't get greedy now."

"OK, fine," Scott said with a pout. We turned off the water and dried ourselves off then made our way back to the main hotel room.

"What should I wear?" I asked. I grabbed two dresses from the closet and held them up. One was a rosy pink dress with some white, floral patterns. It was by far my most modest dress as it covered my breasts completely and had a poofy skirt. Even though it wasn't nearly as sexy as the other dresses I had brought with me, Scott loved it. He always asked me to twirl in it and told me I looked like the most beautiful girl in the world.

The other was a black dress that was by far my most revealing. Two lines of fabric slipped from my shoulders, over my breasts, down my stomach, showing off my belly button. The strips were barely wider than my nipples, showing the most cleavage and side-boob I'd ever even thought to expose. The skirt was tight to my ass and legs and ended midway down my thigh. I'd never worn it before as I never had a place I'd feel comfortable wearing it.

"I'm going to need a fashion show," Scott said.

"The last fashion show ended in you jumping my bones," I protested sarcastically.

"That won't happen. I promise." Scott held both his hands up with his fingers crossed on both. I frowned, feigning annoyance but immediately began putting on the pink dress.

"Give me a twirl!" Scott said. I spun around on my toes, sending the skirt flowing around me. "Gorgeous!"

I slipped the pink dress off and pulled on the black one. I looked at Scott for some feedback but he was just staring at me, his eyes seemingly glazed over. Was he having a stroke?

"Do you like it?" I asked, suddenly feeling self conscious. Scott finally blinked twice.

"Jesus," he said. "You look..." He shook his head, almost in disbelief. "Wow."

Maybe he was having a stroke.

"Well... which one do you think I should wear?"

"I guess it depends on what you're looking for," Scott answered. I hated when he didn't just come right out and tell me which he preferred. "It's your date. Are you looking to be more... beautiful and cute and classy or..."

His voice trailed off as his eyes glazed over again. On one hand, I loved that pink dress and I felt much more comfortable in it. It was much more... me.

On the other hand, I couldn't get past the very obvious reaction that this black dress was causing and I wouldn't mind causing Eric to have that same reaction.

Or would he judge me?

*Don't be silly, his wife has had her tits out all week.

But I'm not his wife.

"You know which one is my favorite," Scott said.

True.

But I'm not going on a date with Scott!

Ugh!