So I was a bit nervous. What I was doing was crazy! Sure, we’ve fantasized about it for a long time, with him encouraging the fantasies at every chance, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing to really be out in public with the intention of going through with it. But a few weeks ago, after his repeated urging, I had finally admitted to him that I would like to do more than fantasize. That I had the real desire to be with another man.

And him? My husband insisted he didn’t have a jealous bone in his body, and wanted me to let go and have uninhibited fun. He was the one who pushed me to actually do it, saying, “Whatever happens on vacation doesn’t count! My only rule is you always tell me.”

Even so, I was self-conscious about it. As the day we had agreed on arrived my heart was racing, partly in excitement and partly in terror. I don’t think I would have made it out the door of our hotel room if Henry hadn’t practically pushed me through it with a loving kiss and a pat on the ass.

“Don’t worry, you look great, babe,” he’d said. “Any man would give his right nut to be with you. You’ll see.”

And now, here I was, on a lounge on the beach watching the impossibly blue water roll across the white sand. It was a gorgeous Caribbean afternoon. I was a thousand miles from home, my husband was up in our room and I was here, alone, wondering if I still had enough sex appeal to attract a stranger. I was beginning to really have second thoughts about this.

Okay, more like twelfth thoughts. What was I thinking, a woman my age wearing a bikini like this in public? Bikinis like this one were for hot, young girls, not for 30-something married women. Underneath the wispy sarong hip wrap, my ass was too big and completely exposed by the thong running between my cheeks. On top, the swimsuit was little more than strings, and my breasts were bulging around the tiny triangles. I tugged at the thin, white fabric that barely covered my nipples, which still showed as darker circles. I glanced around from behind the safety of the large, dark lenses of my sunglasses. Down the beach there were a few fit youths playing volleyball. An older couple walked by, comfortably bickering about something. A few lounges to the left, another woman was giving me the stink eye over my too-small attire.

Hey, was that dude over there checking me out? Hard to tell from this angle, but he had casually strolled past twice now. He passed by my lounge again, and I could see a nice sized lump in his surfer shorts. I swallowed nervously. My, it was quite warm here…

I decided I needed one of those cold, fruity things, with rum and tiny paper umbrellas and rum. I got up from the lounge and struggled across the sand in my strappy high-heel wedges to the cabana bar. The palm frond roof gave some cool shade from the tropical summer sunshine, and I perched up to the bar on one of the tall stools to beckon the bartender. I glanced back over my shoulder and could see the tanned hunk from the beach crossing the sand. He was definitely closing on the cabana.

I typed a quick text to Henry: Are you sure this is okay, honey? Last chance to say no…

The three-toned ping came almost instantly back: Yes! I love you. Play safe and take pictures!

Summer vacation, and Judith has a hall pass. Anyone up to have some fun with a first-time hot wife? Please note though, this is NOT a “cuckold” prompt. Henry is plenty of man, he just doesn't mind sharing his good fortune. I’m also open to you playing both Henry and my Summertime lovers, if you like.

I'm looking to make this a short-to-medium Vacation Affair, that ends when we fly home. Please remember this is a character I'm playing, not really me, and know the difference between "in scene" and "not in scene". I'd love to chat a bit "out of character" before jumping in, so you can let me know what fun stuff you'd like to have in your vacation memory book.

I hope my Summer Break includes: playing with Strangers, lowering inhibitions, public risk-taking, sexy vacation pictures and evocative writing in complete sentences.

Not on my Bucket List: pain, verbal viciousness, blood, torture, non-con, toilet stuff, snuff, or one of those really bad sunburns.

My older prompts can be found at r/DeeDeeDPP.