Is This What I Want? (10 page)

“Of course… if I can get a massage at the spa.” Rick knew the reason for my willingness to set aside my usual frugality. My parents always gave us a thousand dollars for our anniversary, which we used to pay off bills. One year of spending it on an anniversary celebration instead wouldn’t make much difference in the long run.

Everything seemed okay again except I didn’t understand why I suggested Vegas. It wasn’t my favorite place. I made a promise to myself that no matter how much I had to drink there, I would not mention The Purple Room to Rick.

AS I FASTENED MY
SEATBELT
, I tried not to think about Jack’s pouty face when we left him at my mother-in-law’s townhouse. He loved his Grandma Lucy, but didn’t see her as often as he saw my mom and didn’t feel as comfortable sleeping at her place. She was so gracious as usual, doing everything she could to make him feel at home. But I knew he didn’t. Sam, on the other hand, was thrilled by the prospect of an entire weekend without us and I tried to tell myself I should be happy, not hurt about that. I couldn’t recall the last time I had been on an airplane—since before having kids. I wasn’t the type of mom who took babies on planes. I admired women who had the constitution for it, but I was not among them.

Rick used his fingers to turn my frown into a smile as I stared out the small square window.

“They’ll be fine. Come on, Beth! We’re on our way to Vegas!” He was suddenly twenty-one again and I wanted to travel back in time with him, but I needed a little help.

“How soon will they take our drink order?”

“Right after takeoff.” He pulled out a deck of cards. “Come on, I need some practice.”

I wasn’t in the mood for poker. “But we can’t even open our tray tables yet.”

“I think our hands and laps will do just fine.” He winked.

Rick looked the part of a college kid with his khaki cargo shorts, running shoes, and Corona beer tee shirt. His hair looked different too. It was more spiked up in the front than usual, which added to his youthful appearance. I didn’t quite match his casual look but was glad to have found a sweet and sexy little green shift dress that was comfortable and wrinkle-free for the flight and first night out. I also had my stylist straighten my hair, which I hoped would last all weekend because I thought it looked sexier that way and it was so much easier to deal with.

I gave in to Rick’s pleas to get some poker practice in and won the first round, which did lift my mood but also made me wonder if he threw the game for just that reason.

The flight wasn’t very full so our drinks came within minutes of ordering them. Not wanting to go overboard on calories and undo all my hard work, I decided rum and diet coke would be my drink of choice for the weekend. I didn’t normally drink either hard liquor or soda of any kind, but it was Vegas, after all. Halfway into my second drink, things started to spin.

I set my cards down, laid my head back and closed my eyes.

Rick tickled my stomach and I pushed his hand away. He kissed my cheek and I turned so that my lips brushed against his. He responded by gripping my lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. It felt like a playful invitation, but for some reason my body responded with a wave of unexpected heat between my legs. I put my tongue in his mouth and he met it with his own.

There was a good-looking man sitting by himself in the row across the aisle from us. He looked like a younger version of George Clooney to me. He was the only person on the flight who could see us from where he sat and he was busy typing on a laptop computer. Rick was in the middle seat with his back to George and I was in the window seat, facing them both. Rick and I started kissing each other hard and I couldn’t get enough of him.

The plane dipped and the seat belt light went on. We ignored it. My eyes were closed for so long as we made out like teenagers that I had no idea if George was watching us. Part of me hoped he was. I had to know. I pulled away from Rick and looked at the handsome mystery man. He was looking down at his computer but I could have sworn he had been turned our way when I first opened my eyes.

“We better stop this,” I whispered to Rick. “He can see us.”

“So? I don’t care. Let him watch if he wants to.”

The rum kept my insides warm and my inhibitions at bay.

I leaned into Rick and moved my lips toward his, but he went for my neck instead. I brushed my hair out of the way so he would have full access. It felt so good I closed my eyes again and didn’t even care when a tiny moan of pleasure slipped out. When I opened my eyes, they landed across the aisle and settled on George. He returned my gaze. Rick moved a tiny bit lower with each kiss. When he reached the neckline of my dress, he pushed it down with one hand as he looked up into my face. He saw me staring at the stranger and went right back to work, nudging the top of the dress lower and kissing my exposed cleavage.

Heavy steps down the aisle startled the three of us and I sat upright in my seat, trying to catch my breath and pulling my dress back up to its proper position. It was the tall, cheery male flight attendant with coiffed blond hair and a southern accent. The same one who had raised an eyebrow but smiled when we ordered our second drinks.

“Ma’am, Sir, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign. I need you to buckle up right now.”

He looked down at our laps and I couldn’t believe how obvious Rick’s arousal was. There was no hiding that we had been up to something. He tried to cover up by positioning his elbow in just the right spot as we buckled up.

When the pesky attendant was gone, we both started laughing uncontrollably and even heard a little chuckling from the man who had been watching us. Rick turned to look at him and they smiled at each other. It was strange, almost as if they knew each other. But they didn’t. Maybe there was some secret man code about how as long as you don’t try to join in, it’s cool to watch a man making out with his own wife in public.

I thought Rick might start kissing me again, and I wanted him to, but instead he slid his fingers into the left side of the top of my dress and under my bra strap, pushing it over my shoulder and down so that it fell to the middle of my upper arm. I felt my left breast slipping out of the bra a little. Then he repeated the same motion on the right side and the bra inched lower, no longer doing a good job of containing me. The straps were visible since my dress was sleeveless. I sat still, heady with the excitement of my husband revealing me to a hot, unknown man who watched with interest. I was a bit afraid of how far he would go, but I was more turned on than I could ever remember being.

I waited, ready to allow him to do whatever he wanted. Rick moved away from me. I felt the bra dropping lower, the straps slipping further down my arms. He grabbed the one that had fallen almost all the way to my right wrist and lifted it over my hand. Threading it back through my dress, he eased it out the other side, reached in to undo the clasp in the back, and removed it completely. He let it fall out of his grip and onto the floor. The dress wasn’t see-through, but it was sheer enough so that you could see the faint outline of my light pink areolas, and my thick hard nipples were very apparent.

Rick took one index finger and circled my left nipple over the dress. It ached with the desire to be touched with no barrier. I looked into the stranger’s eyes. His chest lifted and fell with heaviness. He wasn’t smiling. He was so handsome I pretended that he actually was George Clooney. I let myself give in to the moment and licked my lips slowly while staring into his eyes. He did the same. I wondered what Rick would do if I leapt out of my seat and ran over to this man, my tongue insisting on meeting his. Looking down, I realized my left nipple was now exposed. Shock, shame, excitement, feminine power, tingles running up and down my thighs, so many feelings at once, some conflicting, all welcome.

The seat belt light went off and Rick removed his hand and pulled my dress back up over my exposed breast to unfasten his seatbelt. Then he grabbed my hand tight and whispered in my ear, “I think it’s time we joined the mile high club. I’ll go first. I won’t lock the door. You wait a minute then join me.” The bathroom was just a few rows behind us at the back of the plane.

“I don’t know, what about…?”

“Don’t worry. No one will notice.” But I knew at least one person who would most definitely notice.

Rick stood up to walk away, but first he turned to our handsome new friend and said quietly, “Sorry, buddy, your part of this is over.” The man smiled and said, “Have fun.” George and I shared one more look before I got up. As I walked past him, I noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring and I questioned how far he would have gone with us.

Alone inside the tiny bathroom with the door locked, Rick turned me to face the mirror and pulled my dress up in the back. It was such an unusual angle to be able to see both of our faces as he readied himself to take me from behind that we both stopped for a second to look at each other’s reflection. He searched my face and I saw love mixed with burning lust in his, the lust much stronger at the moment. He reached to my front and pulled my dress down so low that the part that was meant to sit along my neck was underneath my bare breasts, holding them tight and upright.

He tore at my thin nude bikini panties, which I had worn so there would be no lines under my dress. They fell to the ground and I tried not to think about how I wouldn’t be able to put them back on after being on that dirty floor.

Rick eased two fingers inside to ready me, but it wasn’t necessary. I was so wet from the game we played with our friend across the aisle that he didn’t wait another second before pulling his pants down to his ankles and thrusting into me. I cried out from the pain and pleasure of it, momentarily forgetting where I was. There was little doubt somebody must have heard. I hoped it was George.

As he slammed into me harder and harder, I lost myself in the images in the mirror, studying his face, the outline of his body behind mine, my own face, my arms grasping the countertop. My breasts plunged into the mirror and I kept pulling back from it so I could continue to look at us both. My cheeks flushed. I braced myself and received as he entered and pulled back, entered and pulled back. His face was bright red and his neat spiky hair was now moist with sweat as pieces fell onto his forehead. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him forcefully as he circled in a gyrating motion inside me.

I became aware that the edge of the counter we were up against was pressing into me just above my clitoris. Not knowing if it would work, but hungry to try, I stood up on my tiptoes so that the edge hit just the right spot. It was rounded, so it didn’t hurt to lean into it. I reached my arms around to still him for a second and let him know my plan. Looking down to the spot, I invited his eyes to follow mine. He breathed heavy and nodded, understanding.

Changing his movement to a slight up and down he lifted and lowered me over and over from behind, creating friction in the front right where I needed it. It had happened a few times before and I never knew when or why it would, but this was the biggest one ever and it refused to stop. At the point when it usually ended, another one came along, then another one, and another, with no provocation. It seemed to happen so many times I almost wanted it to stop. I couldn’t help myself from shouting out as the multiples shook my body and consumed my consciousness. Just as the tremors started to subside, Rick dug his hands into my waist and pulled me back into him hard for the final thrust. He didn’t muffle his cry either and I was relieved that it wouldn’t only be me that might have been heard.

I turned to him and wrapped myself in his arms, nuzzling my face into his chest.

“How can we walk out of here? Everyone will know.”

“Nah, it’s loud out there. I’m sure no one heard us over all the sounds of the plane.”

Knowing he was lying to make me feel better, I chose to believe him anyway.

As he fussed with his hair so it wouldn’t be so obvious that it was after sex hair, I lifted my underwear from the floor with a pinky finger and tossed them into the little slot for trash.

Rick looked hopeful. “You don’t really need to replace those tonight, do you? You can go without. It’s Vegas.”

I never quite understood why the idea of my going without underwear in public, especially under a dress, was so sexy to him. I almost always turned this request down, but, I reminded myself again, we’ll be in Vegas…

He left first and I waited a while, hoping no one would realize we had been in there together.

I cleaned myself with soap, water, and toilet paper and stared into my own eyes, feeling both excited and fearful about what the rest of the weekend held in store.

I kept my head down for the walk of shame back to my seat, avoiding any possible dirty looks from passengers who heard us in the bathroom. I was surprised to find Rick and Mr. Clooney engaged in a friendly chat. I looked at Rick, then at the man, and felt myself blush as the alcohol started to wear off and the reality of the fact that my husband and I both allowed a perfect stranger to see my naked breast sunk in. I decided to keep using the Vegas excuse to convince myself that anything I did was okay.

When we landed, George held out his hand to shake ours and said “Nice to meet you both. I’m Dane.” He was so damn good looking I had to work hard not to stare for too long. And he’s married, I thought. His wife must be gorgeous. Why would he be interested in watching us? But I knew. It was the thrill of something new, something different. We were new to him. He was new to us. This little flirtation with exhibitionism was new to us as well and I needed to know how Rick felt about it.

Rick and Dane continued to make small talk as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t bring myself to participate, but I listened in, feigning great interest in something on my phone as we waited for the doors of the plane to open and set us free.

Dane and his wife lived in Las Vegas. They both worked in sales. I didn’t catch what they were selling and didn’t really care. They didn’t have any kids. They had just bought a beautiful new house only about ten minutes from the strip. They weren’t big gamblers, just a little poker, but they loved to go to clubs. Rick gave everything about us up with no holds barred. I cringed as he talked about our two boys, our jobs, and the great neighborhood we live in.

It seemed to take forever to get off the plane. I wondered if there was a problem. I tapped Rick on the shoulder to interrupt their poker strategy discussion.