A Day at the Beach

I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy red dress. It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and stretched to accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped she hadn't seen me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day. "John! John!" She shouted. She saw me. The club was very extravagant. Drinks were $7.00 a whack! She insisted that she pay for everything. We danced to every song. She was tireless. Every once in a while I began to enjoy myself in spite of my guilt. The last song was for couples only. She pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek to cheek as though we were lovers. I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she could wait for me no longer. She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we were the only two people in the room. It was a long slow sensuous kiss. The kind of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past. My thoughts turned to my wife once again. What would she think of me if she had ever known about this? How could I face her in the morning? We kissed again and again until the very last note of the song echoed into the darkness. "Let's go to my place," she whispered. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I followed her to the parking lot where a limousine awaited us. We got into the limo and the driver peeled away from the club into the darkness of the night. Her hands were all over me as we kissed passionately time and time again. It was so wonderful. She placed my hand on her right breast and as if instinctually I began to caress it gently. I thought of the first time I kissed my wife. She was so young and we were so innocent. The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion. The place was dark save a small light above the main entrance. As she walked in front of the house and into the dim light, she looked very plain, her hair was no longer shining. Her dress was so tight that she had trouble just walking to the door. "Well. Are you coming?" She demanded. By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt. I felt a sharp pain arise in my gut. I could not think straight. All I knew was that I wanted her. I followed her into the house where she disappeared into the maze of rooms. "Would you like a drink?" She called. "No. Listen I'd better go. I don't feel right about this," I shouted after her. She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy inlayed with dragon patterns which barely covered her privates. "Dragons!" I thought. The ache in my gut grew stronger. I had to stop this madness at once. "No. No. I can't. I'm... I'm...married!!!!" I screamed hopelessly. "Married!" She laughed. "Come on now do I look that naive?" We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Along the way I noticed old weapons hanging at various locations along the long candlelit hallway. Frightening thoughts of torture came to mind. I was afraid. My life would never be right again after this day. We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once again. This time our tongues lashed out at each other like wild animals just let out of their cage. My mouth found it's way down to her small breasts, I heard her sigh with pleasure as my teeth tugged at her nipples. A moment before our two bodies became one, I let out a scream at the top of my lungs "MARIE!!!!" That is my wife's name. I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few moments before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still on the beach. I had fallen asleep on the beach! It was all just a dream. I felt the guilt in my gut once more. I felt I should be punished in some way for even having such thoughts. Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful blonde coming in my direction. "Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish everyday was like this."