A Summer Vacation: A Wife-Swapping Novella Read Free Page B

chair, a line of small gold bracelets jangling all around her. “Anyway, come!” She flapped her hand enthusiastically, and snapped her fingers, and treated them all to another wicked jiggling of her breasts in the skimpy bikini. “Keep me company.”
    Steve looked at Helena. She had the straw of her daiquiri between two fingers and Steve could see she was giving it serious thought.
    That long-ago evening, and all the subsequent years of fantasy, swelled inside his mind like a bubble and then burst, and he felt his mouth opening and the following words tumbling out of it:
    “It's a perfect idea, sweetie. You can get a tan, relax, clear your head before you get back to work...”
    Zahra began to jiggle again, to Steve's peripheral delight.
    “Have some fun, keep Zahra company... ” Zahra sang. Her voice was low, with a peculiar nasal quality to it that made it powerful and sweet at the same time. There was also something about the way she smiled, burned into you with her green-brown eyes, and seemed to curve hypnotically as she made suggestions, that made Zahra more of a temptress than a human being.
    Steve could see that Helena was helpless in her clutches, but she made a final effort to resist:
    “I was...I don't know...I was hoping to gets some exercise in.”
    “Oh god,” Zahra said, recoiling from the idea, and from Helena, as though she had set a severed head on the table. Then she smiled, and began her seduction routine anew. “We'll do more dancing. Dancing is exercise.”
    “We have tennis courts,” Reza offered, in a way that almost made it seem like he was physically holding Helena's fingers around his racket handle right in front of them.
    “Dancing,” Zahra repeated, and moved her shoulders provocatively. Steve tried, but failed, to tear his eyes away from the slippage of the black fabric over her nipples, which had hardened to tiny pebbles with her excitement.
    Helena's mouth was open. Helplessly she shook her head and said, “I don't...I'm not very good at tennis.”
    And then (and Steve would replay this over and over in his mind for many nights) Reza said something that Steve couldn't have scripted better if he had tried.
    He turned to Helena, a skewer in his hand from a meat appetizer he had been gnawing on. His black hair was glistening under the lights that had flickered to life around them, the sculpture of his toned chest visible beneath his shirt. “I'll be here a few days a week,” he purred.”I can give you some lessons.”
    Steve felt blood rush to his cock as he imagined the scene: Reza, his hard body pressed against his wife's body, guiding Helena's hand in a fluid sweep. Back and forth, while his chiseled arm stretched in front of her. Then back again with her own hand and the firm handle of the racket, to hug her close.
    Helena looked from Reza to Steve, to Zahra, who was running her tongue along her teeth, shaking her shoulders and smiling.
    “Come on,” she said. “Come and join me, tomorrow. I promise you'll have a good time, if you don't, your money back,” Zahra said.
    Helena looked at Steve, who wanted to do something neutral like shrug, but instead nodded. God, please do it, he could hear himself praying silently.
    Oh, it was a terrible idea. He didn't really want Helena here all day with the jiggling Zahra and the godlike Reza adjusting the position of her hips on a tennis court. He knew, as soon as his buzz wore off and he had some time to think it over, he would regret nudging Helena in this direction.
    Helena shrugged. “Okay,” she said cheerfully.
    Zahra raised her hands and snapped her fingers, and let out a shriek.
    And that's how the adventure began.

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    Helena frowned at her car as she pressed the key-chain to lock it, looking behind her because it was a compulsion to see the lights flash. It was a nice enough Nissan Maxima, new, and she had even washed it recently. But next to the other sleek, black vehicles parked in the small area to the side of the