The Full Package - Tuesday

Cody glanced over at him in embarrassment when Lisa went into detail about one of the guys, going so far as to mention the obvious bulge in his shorts when he was ogling them. Dave just shrugged and started getting his clothes together for dinner.

The girls took the first shower, sharing the bathroom again for efficiency. Dave grabbed one of the beers from the fridge and cooled off in the plunge pool while he waited. He thought over what had happened in the last couple days and couldn't help but admit to himself that things had turned out a lot better than he expected. He had mixed feelings about Lisa's imminent departure the next morning, but part of him felt some relief that the roller coaster of expectations and disappointment - as well as the deeper questions he didn't want to think about - would be set aside for awhile.

When he heard the patio door slide open, he glanced up from his beer to see Lisa emerge from the room in a short black dress. She walked over to where he was lounging and squatted down next to him.

"I am sorry about today, you know. I was just pissed about the massage thing - and embarrassed," she added. Dave tried to keep his eyes on her face, but she had squatted at the height of his head and her knees were spread, affording him a very distracting view between her legs.

Fortunately, she was having a hard time saying this to him and was looking out at the ocean. "Plus, Armand really put Cody in an uncomfortable position, you know, and I was mad about that."

Dave was surprised to see that she had chosen not to wear panties, though he now remembered that she hated the panty lines she would usually get when she wore tight dresses like this one. He could distinctly see her pussy lips hanging down between her thighs, completely bare from her wax the day before. When she shifted her stance, he could even see them part slightly, revealing the pink flesh between, and he felt a familiar stirring between his legs.

"Anyway, I don't want our last night…" she left off suddenly. "Are you even listening to me?!" He started, looking up into her suddenly angry eyes. "I can't believe you!" She stood up. "I'm trying to apologize here and all you can do is stare at my vagina!"

Dave blustered out his own apology. "I couldn't help it, hon!" he added. "You were flashing it in my face!" She looked at him darkly and shook her head. "It's a complement, really!" he yelled at her back as she walked inside.

"Man!" He took another swig of his beer, thinking it was going to be a long night.

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After Dave had showered and changed, the three of them walked to dinner in silence. His attempt to cajole Lisa into a better mood had fallen on deaf ears, and Cody just looked uncomfortable and confused about Lisa's renewed anger.

He couldn't help but remember when they had first got married and she had enjoyed showing off for him. She would usually respond to his ogling with a sense of humor and the same appreciation she had earlier shown with the hunks on the beach. On one camping trip she had even allowed him to take pictures of her semi-nude just off a hiking trail. She had jokingly unbuttoned her shirt to flash her breasts, but after he took the first photo she started getting into it, unzipping her shorts to show her small black panties, bringing her bare nipple up to her mouth to suck on it, even at one point pulling down her shorts and bending over a large stone to display her cute ass. She was smiling and laughing throughout and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the attention.

When the young couple came up the trail behind him they got a full view of her bent over, legs wide and her fingers spreading her pussy lips apart for the camera. Dave thought they probably would have seen more if they hadn't given themselves away by their loud gasps of astonishment.

Lisa had immediately pulled up her panties and shorts and Dave thought she would run down the trail -- but she slowly turned around and gave them a cheery "hello" -- albeit with an intensely red face. Dave tried to follow suit after fumbling to put the camera away, but found his mouth was suddenly parched.

Fortunately, the couple had a sense of humor and the woman made a comment about how photogenic the wildlife was around there. When she noticed her partner's wide-eyed stare at Lisa, who had forgotten to zip up her shorts and was still displaying the front of her lacy panties, she playfully slapped him and dragged him down the trail.

Later that night Lisa had been ravenous in bed, recounting the surprised looks of the couple while they fucked and asking Dave to describe in detail the view they had of her.

Nowadays, with a few notable exceptions, Lisa more often than not resented his sexual interest in her and her attitude seemed to increasingly carry over into anything romantic. He wondered if they could ever build the fire back up or if there just wasn't enough fuel left to keep it going.

As they reached the restaurant, he realized that the cheesy analogy was only slightly off, as she definitely had a fiery spirit -- it was just expressed in anger far more often than passion. He wondered if he could somehow redirect it things might get better -- or did he even really want to at this point?

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The wait for dinner was surprisingly long, as apparently that night was pre-paid for all of the visiting conference attendees and they all seemed to be there at once. They trio ended up at the bar sipping cocktails while the hour-long wait slowly slipped by in relative silence. Dave thought to himself how vacations, at least beach vacations, seemed to lend themselves to a lot of drinking. He was surprised that Lisa was drinking again after last night, but then again maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it helped her relax a little.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Armand approaching. He hoped Cody was ready to forgive him for whatever happened and that this wouldn't be too awkward.

"Good evening!" Armand started brightly. "I hope everyone is hungry! We have a special room set up for you -- for us, if you don't mind that I join you?" He looked hopefully at Cody. He was dressed quite well as always and Dave had to admit to himself that Armand was a very handsome man. With his obvious charm, he was surprised that Cody hadn't fallen harder for him.

Cody scowled for a moment longer, but Armand's earnestness -- plus perhaps the prospect of getting to eat immediately - seemed to melt her anger.

"I suppose that would be alright," she said, and both Dave and Lisa breathed an audible sigh of relief. Dave looked over at his wife and realized that she did still have hopes for Armand and Cody, despite her earlier behavior at the pool.

As Armand took her arm and led them all through the restaurant, Dave overheard Cody whisper to him that she was really very sorry for taking his swimming suit that afternoon. Armand forgave her immediately, of course, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, for which Dave again felt an inexplicable twinge of jealousy.

They were led up some stairs to a small well-appointed room with a full wall of windows overlooking the ocean. Dave figured this was the VIP dining room and wasn't surprised when several servers came out to seat them at a gorgeous mahogany table where they all sat facing the impressive view.

Drinks and appetizers were brought immediately, for which Dave was very thankful since he hadn't eaten since their late breakfast. Lisa and Cody asked Armand about his childhood and life in Mexico in general, to which he gave several witty anecdotes, and soon it felt like everyone had set aside the day's squabble. Dave was looking forward to a relaxing evening.

The specially prepared meal was even better than the last Armand had provided them, and the chef came out personally to see that they were satisfied. When the dishes were finally cleared away and the four of them were sitting back watching dusk fall over the ocean, Dave was thinking that this could be a great ending to a tumultuous day.

The servers had been entering the room from a side door to Dave's right and out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone peering through the door's 'porthole' window. In the instant the face was at the glass, Dave could have sworn it belonged to Pablo.

Shaking his head, he watched the door for a minute, but the face didn't reappear and another servant walked through. He turned to ask Armand about it, but he was in the middle of suggesting to Cody and Lisa that they head down to the hotel dance club, as there would be a very popular local band playing that night. The girls loudly voiced their agreement, drowning out Dave's question, and Cody grabbed his arm as the other two got up.

"Here's your chance! She loves to dance -- maybe you can have a little quality time before she leaves tomorrow…" Cody whispered in his ear.

On the way down the stairs, Dave began to feel a little light headed. He didn't think he had drank that much, but then it had been a long day and a rough night before.

By the time they got to the club, he was definitely feeling woozy. The band had already started and several couples were dancing, with a large group of single men from the conference standing around swaying to the music.

Armand immediately led Cody out to the dance floor and Lisa pulled Dave along behind them. It was a latin-rock mix that had them jumping around quite a bit, and by the end of their first dance, Dave had to sit down. He led Lisa to a table where she ordered a couple drinks and looked at him with concern.

"What's going on, hon?" She seemed overly loud and mush-mouthed for some reason, but Dave couldn't tell if she was drunk or if it was just him. He didn't remember that she had that much to drink, but then he wasn't really keeping track.

"I'm ok," he said. "Maybe I just need to rest for awhile -- it was a long day."

Lisa looked around at the growing crowd of single men, rocking in her seat. After a few minutes, the band started on a new song and Lisa cheered loudly. Practically dancing in her seat, it was plain that she really wanted to get out there. Dave could see Cody and Armand spinning around on the dance floor near the band, clearly enjoying each other to Dave's eyes, and he began to feel even worse.

A young man in his twenties suddenly appeared at Lisa's side. He yelled something over the music and Lisa turned to Dave and raised her eyebrows as if to ask permission. Reluctantly, Dave nodded. He was starting to feel sick to his stomach and he knew he wouldn't make it through another song.

He ordered some water from a passing server and suddenly he opened his eyes to a glass of half-drunk water in front of his face - which was lying sideways on the table. He realized distantly that he had lost track of time somehow. He lifted his head painfully and began drinking the water quickly and then forced himself to pick up another glass next to him and start on that.

He looked out on the dance floor through bleary eyes and saw Lisa dancing with a different man this time. They seemed to be dancing very close and the man's hands were rubbing all over her back and even down to her ass while he pulled her close. He couldn't see Cody or Armand anywhere, but the crowd was thick by then.

Dave heard a small but urgent voice telling him that he needed to do something, to go somewhere -- to the bathroom, to a doctor - something. He tried to pick himself up but only managed to move to the edge of the booth where he almost tipped over. Resting his head against the back cushion for a minute, he looked out again at the crowd and saw a small group of men in one corner. He didn't see his wife anywhere nor did he see Cody or Armand.

He finished the second glass of water and felt momentarily clear-headed. He took the opportunity to lurch up out of the booth. After taking a moment to find his balance, he carefully headed towards the bathroom.

On his way there, bumping into dancing couples on the way, Dave passed by the small group of men and thought for a moment that he saw his wife in the center. She was facing away from him, so it was hard to tell if it was her, but the woman was dancing, or more like grinding, with a handsome young man, whose knee was pressed in between her legs. He could see in the flashing lights that her short black dress had ridden up from the grinding on his leg and his large hands were placed directly on the cheeks of her bare ass. The men around them were all smiling and ogling her exposed crack - obviously enjoying her dry-humping in rhythm to the music.

To her credit, the woman -- Lisa, or whoever it was -- kept reaching back to pull her dress and his hands down, to the boos of their small audience. He was insistent, though, and she didn't seem to be making much progress. Right before another guy stepped in to block his view, he saw the man's hand slip into her crack and delve down between her legs, causing the crowd to cheer.

Dave felt an overwhelming wave of nausea and he careened into the bathroom doorway, barely missing a couple making out next to the telephone. A vision of Cody's face flashed through his mind, but he wasn't sure if he actually had seen her or if he was beginning to hallucinate.

He finally made it to a stall where he immediately sank down to vomit into the toilet. He stayed there, periodically sticking his finger down his throat to induce more vomiting, until he had nothing left and he was simply dry heaving.

He must have passed out, because at one point his eyes opened and he saw a man's shoes in the stall next to where he was laying. They were facing away from the toilet and in front of them were a lady's high heels. From what felt like the depths of a well, he could hear two people speaking.

"I shouldn't be in here…with you," came a high, wavering voice.

"There's plenty of other stalls -- no one will care," came a deeper voice with a heavy accent.

Dave thought he heard the wet sound of a kiss that seemed to last a long time.

"Mmmmmph." The woman gasped for air. "You…you know what I mean…" The woman said, slurring her words.

"You should be where you want to be. Do you want to hang out with Mr. Nobody out there or would you rather be with me?" Dave couldn't tell for sure, but the accent sounded like Pablo's.

The man continued before the woman could respond, "I think…"

Dave heard her grunt and saw her heels step apart.

"...that you want to be with me!" the man, probably Pablo, finished with a grunt.

"Ahhh!" the woman gasped. "Wait! I can't…do this…"

"But your body -- it says you can…"

Dave saw the woman's legs step even further apart and she appeared to lean forward against the man. He distinctly heard a feminine sigh.

"Your body tells you what it wants," the man breathed, just barely loud enough for Dave to hear where lay on the floor. "It is so wet, so open… it wants this, doesn't it?"

Dave heard the sounds of moaning and kissing at the same time - with something else…a wet, squishy slapping sound that his hazy mind couldn't quite comprehend. He tried to move, but couldn't seem to feel his legs or his arms.

"Oh god," the woman sighed, "it does…I mean, I do…I mean, you're so cute…"

There was a moist sucking sound and Dave saw the woman's feet step back towards the door of the booth.

"But we can't -- my husband…" Dave's nagging suspicion suddenly flowered and he tried to shout out Lisa's name. He found he could barely get a painful dry croak out of his throat, hardly sufficient to overcome the sounds of the crowd outside the bathroom. He was surprised that no one else had come in to the bathroom by now, but then maybe they had come and gone and he hadn't noticed in his near comatose state.

"Your husband seems more interested in other things, no? Or haven't you noticed? Besides, I can tell that he is not the man for you."

Dave heard Lisa grunt in surprise and suddenly her feet swept past him until they were directly in front of the other stall's toilet, facing away from the man, who quickly pivoted to step behind her.

"You want a man with strength, no? A man with ambition? A man who is your equal..." the man continued.

"Yes. I mean -- no…" Lisa mumbled. "I feel so …strange."

Dave heard the sound of a zipper right before he saw Lisa's hands clasp the rim of the toilet seat. He tried again to yell out to her, but his chest was constricted and he could barely breathe.

"What are you…?" Lisa began. "Oh god…oh…oh no!"

"You want a man who knows how to get what he wants," the man stated firmly. Dave was now almost sure the voice belonged to Pablo.

"Oh shit!" Lisa groaned. Dave mutely encouraged her to resist, to fight back, as he strained to move. "That feels so good!"

Dave felt his heart clench in pain.

"You can't put it in…just…just right there. Yes! You can…mmm…rub it. Oh yes! Rub…rub my pussy…oh god! Yes, right there! Rub it on my clit!" Her voice rose higher as she squealed, "Ahhhyesss, that's so good!"

She groaned and Dave thought he heard a sob. "What am I saying!? What…what are we doing?" she moaned breathlessly. Her hands gripped the toilet seat even tighter, though, and she didn't move away.

Dave wondered what had happened to his wife. Was she really that drunk? Did she want this to happen?

"You're doing what you…what you really wanted to do anyway," Pablo answered, breathing heavily. "Just let go…"

Dave heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh my!" Lisa moaned, then grunted loudly. "No…you can't…ahhh…it's too big…you can't put it in!"

Dave felt tears forming in his eyes and wished he could move -- if only to be somewhere else right then.

"You are so tight…your husband -- he must not be very large, no?" Pablo said, his voice straining.

"What? Mmmm…just stay…right there. You can do that…yes…oh, yeah…just…just don't go any…any further!" Lisa was breathing in short rapid gasps now and Dave could see Pablo's knees bending and rocking as he tried to angle in to his wife's pussy.

Dave didn't think it could get much worse, but he began to feel a throbbing in his groin as his penis responded to the perversely exciting sounds coming from the stall next to him. He had heard of women who had been raped sometimes hating themselves afterwards for their bodies' instinctual reactions during the rape, and he thought he might understand that a little now. While the rest of his traitorous body remained numb, he felt his blood pumping to his swelling cock, and he wondered if anything would ever be the same.

"Please…oh yes, please don't…"

Dave wasn't sure what she was begging him to do, or if she even knew herself.

"Maybe just another inch, no? We're not really…'fucking'…even, if it's not…all the way," Pablo was definitely breathing hard now, and Dave doubted he could or would hold back much longer.

"I guess…ahhhh…I guess not! Oh, god…careful…oh, shit! Oh, my fucking god!!" Lisa screamed so loud Dave thought for sure someone would come rushing in.

"Oh no, oh no, oww! Stop! Stop for a second!" Lisa squealed, then took a deep breath. "Just… stay….oh my…it's so thick…ahhh…don't move…it's so fucking huge!" Lisa was never one to swear, even in bed, and Dave knew that she must either be in shock or very drunk.

"You only have half of it, mi amor. Right now we are just 'playing around', as they say." He grunted and Dave heard Lisa give an answering moan. "Imagine if we were really cogiendo…" Pablo added.