Honeymoon Hazards by Ben Boswell Page B

would be to cheat on Claire. Tit-for-tat. She could hardly say no. And I’d make her watch. It had been a pretty close call on that as it was. A little more aggressiveness from Annabelle last night, and, well, both Claire and I might have broken our marriage vows at the same time.
    God, that girl was a minx. Get her into a comfy bed instead of propped up against a cooler or a palm tree, and she would probably be extraordinary. Who knew what sorts of tricks she’d already picked up? I would love the opportunity to see what she was like in the sack.
    But, of course, Annabelle hadn’t been more aggressive. In fact, she’d taken the first opportunity to hook up instead with a younger, hotter dude. In truth, I’d never really been that good with women. Claire was, I think, the first and last girl I’d ever actually picked up in a club, and even then it had taken me dinners, long hikes, and rock climbing lessons to close the deal. It would really fuck with my self-esteem if I told Claire I was going to cheat on her to get even, and then, well, I couldn’t pull it off. And being more than seven years out of practice, I didn’t imagine my game had much improved.
    And then it struck me. My best revenge wouldn’t be screwing Annabelle myself, it would be watching Claire and Annabelle go at it. That was, in fact, one of my long-standing fantasies, well not with Annabelle specifically, but the idea of watching Claire with another woman. And sure, if they decided, in the middle of it, that they needed to add a cock to the mix, I could help them out.
    I chuckled to myself. Even if it didn’t come to pass, it would be fun to torment Claire with the idea. She’d always made clear she wasn’t into women. But she’d just made such a fuss about how she just wanted to fulfill my fantasies… well, she could hardly deny me one so utterly conventional, could she?

    By the time I got back to the room, it was mid-afternoon.
    “Oh God, John,” she said, rushing at me. “I was so worried.”
    “Not worried enough to come looking for me,” I snapped.
    She sighed. “I thought you’d be back --”
    I cut her off. I needed to get it out before I chickened out.
    “You know, if you wanted to fulfill a voyeur fantasy for me, you could have at least picked one that actually turned me on.”
    She nodded, thoughtfully. “Yeah, I know, I should have talked with you more about this.”
    “I know your heart was in the right place,” I offered magnanimously.
    “It was, it was,” she replied, earnestly.
    “But this upset me. It hurt me. Do you realize how difficult it was to watch you do that?”
    “You could have stopped us.”
    And you could have noticed I was too stoned to do anything. I waved my hand again to dismiss that thought. I didn’t want to go down that path.
    “It does turn me on that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for my fantasies.”
    She nodded. “I am.”
    “Well, I am a bit of a voyeur.”
    She gave me a saucy smile. “I know.” She liked how the conversation had turned.
    “I don’t really fantasize about you with another man.”
    I paused, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, I cut her off.
    “On the other hand, I would love to see you with a woman.”
    She forced a smile. “Okay… okay, we can work on that. Maybe when we get back…”
    I shook my head. “No, I have a woman in mind…. I’d like to see you with Annabelle.”
    She shook her head. “No, John, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    I took her in my arms.
    “The idea makes me so hot,” I sighed in her ear. “And now that I know how important it is for you to fulfill my fantasies…”
    “It is important –“
    I cut her off with a kiss. I slid my hand down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her close.
    “God, baby, it would mean so much to me, so much.”
    She sighed. “I’m not sure. I mean, why would she want to?”
    “You’re very persuasive, and oh so sexy, and she seems like she likes to party. Please