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Months had passed since their adventure, and things were settling back to normal. In the first weeks after, Taylor had taken extra care to make sure Chad knew just how much she loved him, how much he mattered, and how much she was attracted to him.
Their sex life was great, for a while, but eventually life imposed itself, things went back to normal. She knew they both realized their fantasies - the stories they'd tell each other and act out in the bedroom - had gotten a little stale. They didn't add the same spark, after seeing and feeling the real thing.
A few times, Taylor considered suggesting they try again, but she didn't want Chad to feel insecure. Maybe it was a one time time, she told herself. Still, she found herself fantasizing about other men - good looking guys at work, men she'd see out at the store. She tried, but she couldn't stop.
It wasn't frustrating, exactly, but the rut they were settling back into definitely was.
So she was relieved - thrilled, even - when he suggested they take a vacation. Much needed, and far away, the Caribbean beckoned, and so they scrimped and saved, getting ready for a trip they both knew they needed.
They saved for a few more months - it had been almost a year, now, since their experiment - and eventually they were flying away.
Taylor worked hard in the weeks leading up. She hit the gym, started running, and was in the best shape she'd been in since the kids were born. For the trip, she'd picked out some special outfits, and died her hair bright blonde. Chad seemed to really, really, like it.
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Taylor clutched her husband's hand as they strolled through the dim twilight of the resort. Happy couples were all over, some dressed up, some still in their beachwear. Taylor was wearing the kind of tight dress a mom only wore when she was far away from anyone she knew. Short and royal blue, it held her breasts together perfectly. She knew could almost feel the other men at the resort looking at her, jealous of her husband.
Arriving at dinner, she didn't need the bottle of wine Chad had ordered, not after a long day sipping fruity things on the beach, but she wasn't going to say no.
"Don't say no," was her mantra for the week. Go with the flow. Do all the things. Give in to inhibition. Live their best life.
The first bottle turned into two, and as they left the restaurant, Chad suggested they go back down to the beachside bar for a nightcap. Taylor wanted to get him back to the room, but she obliged, and off they went.
The resort was growing quieter by the minute, all the couples retreating for whatever they did behind closed doors. As they arrived at the bar, the bartender seemed to be packing up.
"Closed?" Chad asked, disappointed.
The bartender - tall, black, and muscular - turned around and smiled. "No. Not for a beauty like this."
Taylor blushed, sitting down on a barstool. "What's on the menu?" she inquired.
The bartender smiled again. "For two lovers like you, I have just the thing for a nightcap." He bent down, rustling through things under the bar.
Before long, he reappeared, a liquor bottle in his hand. It was a little dusty, filled most of the way with a liquid just a little darker than red wine. He grabbed two wine glasses, and started to pour.
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