He could see tantalizing glimpses of flesh through the
gaps and it was enough to make his penis stir. She’d be
getting some this weekend. Even if he wasn’t in the
mood, it was their fourth anniversary in two days and he
was obligated to perform his husbandly duties.

Her breasts looked like two over inflated balloons under
her top with her normally rose colored nipples now
swollen and angry to a brownish purple. “Hurry, I want
to feed the baby before your friends see us.”

John pulled over into one of the private picnic areas
along the beach. Marisa quickly unbuckled and exited the
car to retrieve Jack from the back seat. The baby woke
as she lifted him and true to form, he was hungry.
Marisa sighed with relief as he noisily sucked on her
milk laden breasts. She sat back down beside her husband
and let Jack nurse until he was content.

John’s cell buzzed. He checked his messages. “Grant and
Candace have arrived and are waiting at the beach.,” he
read. “Candace says the cabins are too small.”

“She’s always complaining,” said Marisa, shaking her
head. Marisa actually liked Grant better than his wife
though she and Candace got along fine. Candace was never
happy with anything, she liked to gossip, and she was a
little too religious for Marisa’s taste, though both she
and John dutifully attended church every Sunday. Candace
on the other hand, volunteered at her church, ran
vacation bible school, Sunday school, and was there
three days a week. “I don’t know what Grant sees in
her.”

John snorted. “She looks like a fucking Victoria’s
Secret model!”

“John! The baby!”

“He doesn’t know what I’m saying. Besides, the little
bugger’s busy.”

Marisa looked down at her son, hungrily slurping and as
he so often did while breast feeding, Jack’s eyes were
growing lidded, closing, and then her nipple sprang free
as he fell asleep. “Stop staring,” she scolded her
husband, feeling his eyes on her breasts. Marisa
buttoned her blouse to hide her breasts from passing
traffic. She gently placed Jack back in the back seat
carrier and buckled him in.

She retrieved her bra from her bag and returned to the
front seat, struggling to put her bra on under her top
and wincing as the material rubbed her sensitive
nipples. She needn’t have bothered for when they arrived
at their destination there was no one around the cabins
and John went alone to retrieve their keys from the
office.

Marisa carried Jack into their room while John unloaded
their car. Traveling with a baby had doubled the amount
of luggage they normally took. “For once, I agree with
Candace,” said Marisa surveying the small cabin more of
a trailer. The three couples had rented three cabins
near the beach. They weren’t much larger then a small
camper. The cabins were circled like wagons with a lawn
between them. There were chairs and cots, plus hibachi
grills in their private courtyard, a picnic table, and a
fire pit.