The Awakening - Jane Pt. 02

My dreams that night were dark. Filled with faceless men, surrounding me and reaching out to grab my clothes. And behind all of them, was the vague awareness of someone, quietly watching.

I woke up with a start, breathing hard and sweating. Feeling a trace of moistness between my thighs, the reality of the night before returned and I was overcome with a mild sense of panic. Images flashed through my mind; grinding against semi-naked, hard bodies whilst you smiled at me. And oh god! A memory of a fleshy cock, and my thumb brushing against it. With a pounding heart I slowly looked over at you; still dead to the world. My hand slowly sliding under the waistband of my panties, fingers exploring my growing wetness as I replayed that scene over and over; the moment my thumb traced the swell of something thick and impassive through the flimsy material of Charles' trousers.

Closing my eyes, I conjured up the image of him smiling at me, and I as I pictured him, I felt my nipples harden, and the heat between my thighs grew. I was slowly sliding a finger between my lips when I felt you stir. Jumping slightly, my hand slipping quickly from my thong I turned and smiled as you slowly opened your eyes and tried to focus.

"Morning my love." Reaching out with a slightly trembling hand to stroke your arm. I was nervous. I didn't remember even getting to bed last night. My sore head told me all I needed to know about the amount of rum I had consumed. And from the look of you, I wagered you would remember even less than I did. At least I hoped so. But watching you slowly awaken, seeing your smiling eyes harden just a little, your jaw set and the slight crease appear in your brow as you came around, I knew you were also reliving the night before.

Kissing you on the nose and nuzzling up to you, resting my head on your chest as we lay in bed meant I could hide the flush spreading across my cheeks from you. It also gave me a pretty good view of your morning erection. Something neither of us had seen in quite some time.

You hadn't spoken yet. I was dreading the words that I was sure would come spilling out of your mouth. Rebuking me. Shaming me. But you just kissed my head, and remained silent. A long, slightly awkward silence filled the room. Neither of us sure how to broach what had happened the night before. I was sure you hadn't seen anything happen with Charles, my mind racing, scrambled with images and memories, trying to make sense of the hazy mess.

No, that's right, you had gone to the toilet. A wave of relief washed over me. And the dancing...you had been smiling. As the memories became clearer and more ordered, I started to relax a little. And the curiosity I had started to feel the night before returned. The image of you watching me; transfixed and smiling had made me wonder if you had secretly enjoyed watching me in the arms of another man. You were certainly standing to attention now.

But you hadn't been the only man watching me, smiling. I recalled Charles sitting at our table. He had been watching too. Looking almost hungrily at me. Oh god!! I remembered something else now. An invitation for this morning. Charles's boat. He had invited us both out on his boat today! As guilty and shameful and anxious as i was feeling at that precise moment, I still felt a shiver run down my spine and that now familiar ache deep inside my pussy. Closing my eyes again, my hand was back, resting on his muscled thigh. And then, my thumb. My pussy began to tingle as I recalled once more the fleshy tip stroking him. And once again I began to marvel at how substantial it had felt.

As my brain tried to quantify that fact, my hand was attempting to assist it...squeezing and caressing that slab of flesh. Only, it now felt less ample. Not as beefy as I remembered. No, it felt...thinner. Almost puny compared to the slab of flesh my thumb had encountered the night before. With a stab of disappointment I opened my eyes, finding my fingers gripping your pink member.

It was an almighty struggle, but I managed to push the memory of Charles and his potentially enormous manhood to the back of my mind as I slowly stroked you. "Mmmmm...somebody is happy this morning." All I got was a low, long moan in reply, and then to my amazement, I felt your cock twitch and then long sticky strands of semen coated my hand and wrist. Your cock pumping in my hand as I milked you.

I tried to hide any glimmer of my disappointment from you. But it wasn't easy. I was feeling predatory, and just 5 strokes and that was it. Talk about anti climax. So I pushed my exasperation deep down inside me. Only the slight stab of resentment I felt wasn't so easily swallowed. Not just about your premature release though. As your cock shrivelled up, my thoughts returned to Charles and his cock. My brain struggling to accept the possibilities whilst I looked at your tiny little stump, and the other me screamed her frustration loudly. Only this time, I couldn't ignore her, and resentment I had been trying to suppress for a few years begin to rear its ugly head.

To your credit, you looked a little embarrassed at your premature release as I lifted my head from your chest and turned to look into your calm, grey eyes. A soft smile danced across my lips and I felt the screaming in my head quieten. The selfish, destructive feelings slowly subsided; replaced fleetingly by a ripple of pity, and then forgiveness. But forgiveness still prickled with mild annoyance. I pressed my lips to yours and kissed you tenderly. My eyes open, locked on yours. The madness of last night slowly slipping from my mind. I felt you relaxing. An arm snaking around my waist, pulling me into you, as we nuzzled against each other.

"How's your head this morning baby?" I whispered into your ear with a grin.

You blinked slowly. As though the tiniest movement caused you discomfort. "Sore. Jesus, its been a while since I woke up feeling like this."

I laughed. "I'll say." My fingers, glistening and sticky as your spent juices clung to them still.

You got my meaning and chuckled. Then your eyes hardened just a touch. And I felt my chest tighten a little.

"How about you baby? How are you feeling?"

I knew what you meant. You weren't just enquiring after my hangover. It was as though we both quite didn't know how to broach the whole subject of last night. And the slight awkwardness would remain between us until we did. Your open question was you reaching out tentatively. I knew you so well. I knew you wouldn't just come out and address it head on. You liked to step around things in your steady, sensible manner. I wanted to reassure you. That was my overwhelming instinct. But if I did that too soon, and if I was too heavy handed about it, you would become worried. I needed to make light of the whole evening.

So I laughed. "I'm fine. A little tender. I don't think I'll be drinking like that again this week."

And then a pause and I let my eyes widen, before giggling "Oh god! I think I made quite a show of myself dancing with that boy?"

Clamping my hand to my mouth and feigning an embarrassed laugh. I was watching your eyes. I saw your pupils dilate, and flicker to the left. I knew you were recalling the images in your head. You had never been the jealous type. Mainly because I'd never given you the slightest reason to be so. But right now, as I watched you...my heart was in my mouth. I had no idea how you would respond.

And then the spell was broken. A smile, and chuckle, and the words "He's going to be having wet dreams for a month." I giggled. Out of relief, but also to hide the prick of something inside me that your suggestive comment had triggered. Pride? Maybe. Arousal? Definitely. God, the thought of that beautiful creature moaning in his sleep over me made my insides flutter.

"Yes, well...I'll be steering clear of that place for a while. I was a little..." I left the sentence hanging. You finished it for me. "Spirited?" Maybe a little sharper than you had intended to. But it warned me that you weren't quite as comfortable as you wanted me to think you were. I laughed softly. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't embarrass you did I? I don't even remember getting to bed. That white rum is much stronger than what I'm used to."

"No love. You looked beautiful and happy." I smiled and kissed you again. "I am." I breathed between your lips before laying my head on your chest again. I felt relieved. But I knew we still had one more hurdle to clear. Charles. My fear wasn't about what you might or might not have seen. I was worried about the invitation. It was supposed to be today. And to be honest, even thinking about as Charles, as guilty as I felt laid with you, he gave me butterflies in my stomach and a faint tingle deep inside me. I was beginning to worry that I was in over my head a little.

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The phone made us both jump. Your face creased with annoyance and also surprise as you reached out to the bedside table and lifted the receiver...

"Hello."

I watched you closely and saw the flicker of annoyance turn into something more. You spluttered a little; "Oh hi...sorry, yes. Good morning Charles..." My heart began to thump at the mention of his name. Oh fuck. This was unexpected to say the least. I didn't have to feign the look of surprise on my face. You looked pissed. Although your voice remained calm and neutral.

"Errr...no, no problem...yes...we did too..."

I could tell from your responses, and pained expression how the conversation was unfolding. I couldn't hear what Charles was saying but I could make out his deep voice. You were rolling your eyes and I could tell you just wanted this conversation to end as quickly as possible. I knew what was coming next.

"Errr...well, to be honest Charles, I think we might have to pass on that. Like Jane said, I'm not at my best on water."

It was becoming clear Charles didn't like to take no for an answer.

"Oh right, well...yes, god that must have cost a small fortune...oh right, OK, well to be honest, I'm feeling a little queasy this morning after last night, so...err...I'm not sure being on the boat would be a good idea."

You smiled at me. I smiled back. But inside my heart was sinking. If you thought you were closing this conversation, I knew differently. It appeared that Charles had other ideas too. I knew from the night before how charming this man could be. How he had utterly out manoeuvred you. And god I loved you for the intelligent, articulate, strong man you are, but I knew Charles had the measure of you. I had the strongest feeling this was a man that took what he wanted from you, and would then smile when you thanked him for taking it. And that worried and thrilled me in equal measure.

You were frowning now. No more arguments left, and god bless you, you're just too fucking nice to tell Charles 'no'. And then you did something that absolutely staggered me. You looked at me for a moment, listening intently and then said "Sure..." before passing the phone to me. I paused, looking at you quizzically. Hands not moving. You quickly covered the phone in your hand and whispered "He wants to know if you want to go on his bloody boat."

I looked at you. "I thought you told him no!" I hissed back.

"I did, but he wants to know if you want to go. You tell him...tell him you're...I don't know..." thrusting the phone into my hand. I looked at you with incredulity. You just shrugged. The frustration I had already struggled to ignore once that morning now bubbled to the surface again. It meant I probably wasn't thinking rationally at that moment, but I sat up slowly, shifted down the bed a little and in my most alluring telephone voice, spoke into the handset.

"Good morning Charles. How are you today?"

And then I melted just a little inside. When that deep, silky soft voice, smooth like melted chocolate, echoed in my ear.

"Good morning Jane. I'm fantastic, how about you?"

"Oh...I'm fine love. A little tender, but it was quite a night last night." I wasn't fine. I was in turmoil. I couldn't resist flirting with Charles a little, even though I knew my calling Charles 'Love' would sting you a little, but at that moment, I didn't care. I was vexed at you for caving in, and putting me in this position. I was also aroused by Charles. There was no denying that.

He laughed. A low, deep rumble." I'm glad you enjoyed yourself baby. That's what these vacations are for...letting go and having fun."

I turned away and looked out of the window..."Mmhhmmmm." as a wry smile dance across my lips.

My mind was reeling a little, by the unexpectedness of the call, the voice on the other end that was tracing patterns in my abdomen and the lingering alcohol induced smog in my brain. You looked a little pale. I think the realisation that this might not go as you expected it would, was hitting home. I stood and strolled toward the window. My back to you.

"Mike tells me he's not feeling too great there, so how about I take you for a little sail around the islands...show you the coastline?"

It wasn't so much of a question, more of a demand. The emphasis on the word 'you' let me know what his intentions were and it made my insides melt. I steeled myself before replying...

"Oh well, I'd need to ask Mike first. Give me two seconds Love."

My thumb pressed the mute button, and I turned to look at you. You looked like you'd seen a ghost. "Are you serious?" you spluttered. You aren't going on a boat with someone you hardly even know!" You were trying to sound authoritarian but, and I hate to admit this, you just sounded petulant, and insecure. And at that moment, I nearly caved. But something inside me froze. Maybe it was the all the frustration I'd felt over the years. Maybe it was the fact that I was the one stood with the phone in my hand whilst my husband sat looking like a helpless, lost toddler. So it was the wild woman that had been awoken the night before that spoke next.

"Mike, I want to go."

I couldn't quite believe what she had just said. But I had said it. And it was too late now. My voice had wavered slightly, but I placed my hand on my hip and gave you my most penetrating look. You looked terrible. Your mouth moved but no sounds came out.

"If you don't want me to go with him baby, well...you tell him then." and I offered you the phone in my outstretched hand. It was a cruel move. But us women can be cruel sometimes. Even the softest, gentlest of us. It was cruel because I knew you wouldn't have the balls to say no to Charles. You looked at me, eyes hardened, and then you just barked at me.

"FINE!! But you're not going alone."

I softened my stance. Tilting my head and smiling sympathetically.

"You'll love it baby. It's going to be fun, I promise."

I turned and walked back to the window, gazing out to the harbour. So you wouldn't see the look on my face. Releasing the mute button, I steeled myself again.

"What time do you want us Charles?"

"Us? Mikes changed his mind?" There was just the mildest hint of disappointment in his voice. "That's great, I'll see you both at 10 on the quay?"

I smiled. "Perfect. We will get changed and head down."

"That's great baby. And tell Mike I have motion sickness tablets."

We laughed. And I felt cruel for doing so. "OK...see you soon."

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I knew you were angry. And to be honest, so was I. It masked any nervousness or excitement I might have normally felt under these circumstances, and I went and got myself ready without saying a word. I heard you pad across the floor, into the bathroom and then the shower flick on. What a fine start to the day I thought to myself. But in a way, I was also happy you had folded and agreed to come along. If I was brutally honest, I'm not quite sure I trusted myself around Charles on my own. OK, that's not true. I didn't trust 'her' around Charles.

With a moment of peace and quiet to finally reflect, I felt my frustration with you dissipate and I allowed myself to picture Charles in my mind. His handsome face smiling at me. I felt faint jitters in my stomach and I could still hear his voice clearly..."That's what these vacations are for...letting go and having fun." I suspected there was hidden meaning in his words, and at that moment, I felt so incredibly torn.

Not torn over whether I should actually entertain his fantasies. Absolutely not. I wasn't ever going to be unfaithful to you. No matter how badly I was ever tempted, that just wasn't an option for me. What was tormenting me, was why I was even feeling the way I did. In the fifteen years I'd been married to you, this was the only time I ever was able to recall feeling an attraction to another man. Because that's what it was. I wasn't so naïve to try and deny that. And although I'm not sure I could describe myself as feeling relieved once I'd admitted that, I was able to rationalise it a little easier, and reassure myself that being attracted to other people is completely natural. And that given the type of man Charles was, it would be impossible to not be impressed...ok, attracted to him.

So now it was about how I managed this situation. How far did I want to go with it? I really enjoyed his company. It was impossible not to. And for that reason, I was excited about the boat trip. But there was something else I was feeling. Curiosity. If I told you I wasn't looking forward to seeing him in his swimsuit, I'd have been lying. So yes, there was that. And again, I assured myself that was totally normal. And yet, there was still something. A feeling of danger. The flirting last night had been dangerous. The way I was feeling towards you right now was dangerous. The way I was feeling about Charles...the physical reactions he was triggering in my body, the sexual thoughts in my head were so very dangerous. But as I stood at my dresser, flicking through bikini tops, I realised something. I wasn't scared by it. In fact, a small part of me was starting to embrace the danger.

But saying that, I also think if you hadn't have agreed to come along, I'd have let the danger get the better of me. And I'd have backed out of the trip. I'd have hidden from him, and my feelings. The other part of me would have screamed her frustration, but I would have looked the other way, and eventually, she would return to her slumber. And would have tried to live with any bitterness. But the fact that you were coming, reassured me. Charles wouldn't do anything with you there. And neither would I. I smiled. But that didn't mean I wasn't still excited about the prospect of being in his company, of flirting with him. It had been a long time since I had flirted with any man apart from you, and the fact that I was so strongly drawn to him only made my excitement grow.

I was still smiling to myself when the bathroom door opened and you emerged from a cloud of steam. Luckily you didn't notice the dreamy grin on my lips as you wandered past me. I could tell you were still sulking. I realised I hadn't even decided on a bikini but that could wait. I sauntered past you and closed the bathroom door closed behind me.

The warm water was invigorating and I closed my eyes as it cascaded down over my body. I was still thinking about Charles, and my hand instinctively slid to my full breast. Fingers curling around it and caressing the heavy orb before fanning outwards so my thumb brushed over one, hard, engorged nipple. I moaned softly. And I felt a tingling sensation between my thighs. I resisted the urge to slide a hand there and instead tried to shift my thoughts from Charles to more practical things. Like which bikini to wear. I didn't want to look like a slut, but at the same time I wanted to look good for him. I thought of the blue one I had bought from Bravissimo. It had a string tie at the back rather than a clasp which would be perfect as the knot could be untied quickly...