A Wager With Sadie: 008

Three-quarters of an hour later, she emerged on the beach again, sweaty but invigorated. After the yoga class, the hotel had provided fluffy, white towels, and she’d toweled off and chatted with some of the other women in her class while they all gathered themselves. Soon as she put the wrap on to walk back through the hotel, her body was pumping out heat to the point she worried her radiator would blow. Instant sweat again.

At least the yoga class had stretched out the sexual tightness that had her fleeing the beach earlier. Though, there was still a soggy knot slung low in her tummy, and Teddy better take her up to the villa for a break and loosen it up. The class had not quelled those lustful prompts from Teddy, and she wondered if her husband was ready for a raised ante in their dirty talk game. There was a good chance the unexpected virility of the class’s yoga instructor would make for great sexual fodder.

Teddy sat still in his lounger watching a movie on his iPad. There were two empty beer bottles in. the sand at his side, and an empty cocktail glass that’d held something slushy. He sensed her coming, rolling his head her way and peering over. the top of his sunglasses. He eyed her up and down, looking calm and contented, and then remarked on her sweaty sheen by saying, “That must have been one doozy of a hand job you gave.”

She laughed, came close and batted his shoulder, saying, “Not so loud, Teddy,” looking around to see if he’d been overheard. No one was close enough, and she rubbed his shoulders from behind. “Because why, I’m a little sweaty?”

“Must’ve been a hell of a workout,” he said, tilting his head forward so she’d rub up into his hairline with her thumbs the way he liked.

She chuckled again, groaning. Teddy Bear wasn’t going to let this go, and boy-oh-boy could she tell him a story after that yoga class. She whispered, “My forearms are killing me.”

“Two hands, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, and the guy just wouldn’t come. He really made me work for it, Teddy.”

Her husband jolted at that one, leaning forward away from her neck massage, making her laugh and rub her own hands together. He flicked an anguished look over his shoulder, making her laugh brighter.

He said, “Must’ve been that yoga trainer, one with the braids.”

Her chuckle dwindled and she narrowed her eyes. “Someone was spying on me.”

“You did the class in that bikini,” he said, nodding his chin to the wrap she wore.

“It was hot, Teddy boy.”

“Sure you weren’t trying to heat up that stud?”

“I wasn’t the only one there in a bikini, teddy, there was a teen—”

“Now that’s the Sadie I know. Competitive. Hot guy leads the class, you gotta knock those other girls out of the race.”

“I like attention.”

Now he smiled, like it was him who had the upper hand. “I know you do.”

She said, “You hide in the bushes and beat your neat while you watched me?”

“Why would I beat my meat when I got a wife who’ll beat it for me, and do it ten times better than I do?” With that he tossed aside the iPad, putting it on the low square table between the lounger, then swishing aside the bundled towel that lay on his crotch where his tablet had been leaning.

“Oh, Teddy,” she said, with honest desire for what her husband had revealed. Her husband was fully erect, his hard cock pressing out the fabric of his shorts, the point of it tugging at the fabric.

“I could only handle two minutes watching you in that class and I had to get out of there before someone called the cops.”

“Quite the tent, Graham.”

“What are we going to do about it?”

“I know exactly what I want to do with it. So take me to the villa.”

“Not like this I can’t,” he said and covered his erection with his bundled shirt.

She said, “We can push our loungers closer if you want, get this table out of the way.”

“Man, you’re a real hand job troubleshooter.”

She showed him an unimpressed face. “When I want a dick, I know how to get my hands on it.”

“Nothing gets in your way.”

“I’m a problem solver, Teddy. You want a beach handy, then we get up to the villa and do it right. Maybe you’ll—”

Over the top of her sunglasses now, she watched as the tall, muscular Black man who’d led the yoga class trotted down the steps from the hotel’s deck and onto the beach. Teddy followed her gaze to see what had interrupted her.

***

Heading down the beach was the guy who’d led Sadie’s class. The guy strode through the sand, long legs stepping, muscles in those cannonball shoulders twitching, long braids swinging. Women’s heads turned to surreptitiously spy on the man. His mouth went dry and he couldn’t swallow.

His head swiveled to regard Sadie, and his wife had eyes on the man. The big, good-looking man who’d put his hands on her naked thighs, the small of her back, had been up close to his wife arranged in all kinds of poses in an outfit that was frankly more revealing then her underwear. What could he have missed? Were there other places his large hands had touched? Now he said, “What are you looking at?”

“You did say I had to do it,” Sadie said, keeping that comically hungry look toward the yoga teacher.

“I did,” he said in a creaky squeak of a voice. This was it. This was really it. The impossible could become the possible, all he had to do was take one step forward, Sadie would do the rest. but what about the after?

She kept the ruse going a long moment then laughed and shook her head. “Fuck off, Teddy.”

“I said you had to. I made that shot.”

She nodded and smiled, said, “Uh-huh,” still watching the stud on the beach. he’d stopped to talk to another woman, maybe a woman from Sadie’s yoga class. The woman had to look up to meet the man’s gaze, standing in an oversized T-shirt that covered a body that would not compare to his Sadie’s.

“Competitive Sadie,” he said, “Looks like she’s going to get her hands on him before you do.”

“That’s who you pick?”

“You find someone better?”

She shook her head no, said, “Not even if I tried,” then did another move meant to make him wild, chomping her lower lip and holding it clamped, admiring the man’s form.

He said, “Are you going to do it?”

Sadie scrunched her face up in a No way expression, but her eyes never left them man, who’d now disengaged from the woman who’d stopped to speak with him a moment and now resumed walking down to the surf on an angle like he would soon pass them by and head down to the jetty.

“Go, Sadie, go,” he urged, and loving the rising angst in his wife as it hit her unexpectedly. Her husband wanted her to, maybe she was curious, and now time was an issue: it’s never happen if the man passed them by and kept walking.

She made to move, looked sheepish and awkward, decided to stay, toddled a second, took a step, then stepped back.

“Go, Sadie,” he said, “You’re going to miss him.”

Sadie was perplexed and he loved it. She chose to be mad at him for her crazy conundrum. “You’re such an idiot, Teddy,” she said.

“He’s getting away, Sadie, you said you knew how to get that dick when you wanted it.”

That made her laugh, and she took a few steps from the foot of. his lounger toward surf, stopped and faced him again.

“Get it, Sadie,” he said, laughing to himself now, knowing there was no way she was going to do it. he’d never seen. his wife more unsure and nerdy and it was so thrilling.

“What am I going to say?” she asked him, then bit her smiling lower lip again.

“Just go talk to him, Sadie,” he said, “do it for me. C’mon, be a sport.” Shit—soon as he said it he. knew that would get her moving.

“Okay,” she whispered, then shook her hands nervously and actually left him in his lounger with a throbbing erection to go talk to another man that was off the charts sexy.

“I can’t believe you’re going,” he whispered so she couldn’t hear him, watching her put on a sultry walk, untying her ponytail as she went, her toned calves flexing below the hem of her colorful wrap.

“Holy shit,” he groaned as Sadie walked right down to the surf and intercepted the guy. Did she know his name? She hadn’t said it to him just now, but he must have introduced himself to the class. Hey, ladies, I’m Master Mike, and I’m here to make you sweat, his voice a low baritone that had all the girls’ arm hair standing on end, even his Sadie’s.

Sadie intercepted Master Mike in the swath of wet sand and the big man was happy to see her coming, those black sunglasses doing a brief up-and-down dip as he got a load of the hot rod that’d just pulled up in his driveway.

It was driving him wild knowing this guy—who looked younger than him and Sade by maybe five years—appreciated the goods Sadie displayed, and probably knew whoever this hot piece of ass woman was, she’d take the D if he offered it.

He fisted his thighs. Was he fucking crazy? Who the fuck would get off on this? He did, that was for sure. His heart raced faster right now than. any of those times Sadie made him go running. His cock twitched in the tight fronts of his shorts.

Sadie and the yoga teacher talked a moment and he studied every move his wife made, every twitch, the way she flicked her hair, the way she inclined her head when the guy spoke, the guy’s sultry lips spreading and showing off that dazzling white smile. Something he said made Sadie laugh and he suddenly didn’t like this anymore. It was a stab in the heart. Goddam if his stomach wasn’t doing that same thing right now it did when he rose a rollercoaster. He squirmed in his chair, making tight, uncomfortable noises in his throat, wincing as if he didn’t want to see a super-gory scene in some slasher pic.

Now the guy laughed at something Sadie said, Sadie working hard to impress this guy, putting on the charm. Wanting that dick . . .

“Hoof,” he exhaled, more in love with her than ever. It was so crazy that she would humor him with this crazy endeavor.

Now the guy was pointing out to the Bay. One of those fishing vessels with a bamboo canopy approached the shore, but the guy was pointing out past it, as if he was giving Sadie directions to something across on the other side of the Bay. A night club perhaps? A place for a rendezvous with a happily married woman—he must’ve seen her wedding ring—who was sneaking out on her husband for some top-shelf D she wasn’t getting at home, but her little shaved lamb chop needed oh-so-bad.

He tugged on his shorts, trying to angle his cock so it wouldn’t hurt, his hand stuffed under his balled up shirt so no one would see him. This was going to kill him, and his balls were fit to burst, and when they did he wanted the tip of his cannon inside his wife. He might just wear her wrap so he could get up to their villa.

What was this?

The two of them—yoga trainer and married woman—waded out into the sea together, the water coming up to their knees, heading in a vector to bring them to the prow of the fishing boat. The yoga man waved to one of the Vietnamese fishermen on board, and they waved back. They went deeper in the water.

He laughed to himself. “What are you doing?” She was being a shit now, turning her husband’s crank. Unless it really was the yoga man’s crank that got turned. She wouldn’t really do it, would she? Jesus, Graham, you fucking told her to do it like a hundred goddam times.

He inhaled a salty hot breath through fish-puckered lips and rubbed his thighs. “You wouldn’t . . .”

But, yup, now the Black guy was bobbing in the water as deep as his stomach, getting out to the boat and steadying it as it came ashore. He held out a hand for Sadie and she took it. Put her wedding ring hand in this other man’s.

They went together around the far side of the fishing vessel in the turquoise water and disappeared from view.

Then reappeared, the man getting on deck first via a ladder, turning and helping up Sadie. Sadie all smiles.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he sighed.

The fishermen on the boat used two long sticks to get the boat nosed around to point toward the Bay without bothering any of the swimmers, and once they were pushed deeper, the little Honda motor got fired up, and the boat chugged away.

“Sadie, c’mon,” he said, watching, waiting . . . Sadie on deck with this big, young man, both of them working toward the bow, the breeze lifting Sadie’s luscious hair and getting it to dance, the guy right next to her, smiling and talking. Sadie didn’t even look back once . . .