A sweet wife slowly learns to let go on vacation

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“Sure”, I said, “and a bottle of wine for the room might be nice for the nights we don’t feel like going out.” Nothing like provisioning the room if one of the nights turned out to be movies and chill.

So we headed down to the shop. I was pleasantly surprised by how nice it was. It was big enough that they had a number of separate sections. The snacks and drinks were near the front, and shopping like a guy, I thought that we’d be in and out of here in 30 seconds. But my wife just wandered in and started looking around. I had known her long enough that that neither surprised me or bothered me. She likes browsing and I’m happy to hang out and look around.

What did surprise me, however, was that we eventually wound up in the clothing section of the gift shop. And then a bigger surprise, we wound up looking at the swimwear. We didn’t need swimwear. We had packed for a warm-weather vacation, so we were good, right?

“I worry that the suit I brought isn’t quite what everyone else is wearing. I’d hate to stand out.”

Okay. That second comment was totally Jennifer, but not where she was going with this.

“Everyone else we saw in the hot tub last night was wearing a bikini. Maybe I should try to find one that looks good on a fifty-something, if that wouldn’t be too weird.”

“You know I have no problem with that. I’m happy to help you pick one out.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that’s very noble of you, helping a woman pick out a bikini. I’m not sure I can trust you to do what’s in my best interest.”

“Not in your best interest? I can assure you I’ll be thinking of you the whole time I look at these.”

“How about I pick and then you can vote?”

I resigned myself to being a mere consultant in the process, but looking at the suits, there were only two options for her: hot and hotter.

She spent quite a while going through the suits, evaluating them mentally and trying to figure out the right size. Eventually, she decided on either a smallish white one or an even smaller blue one.

“Okay, here are the choices, what do you think?”

“Well, the blue one is smaller, but because your skin is a little darker, the white one will probably look better on you.” Look at me, being a great husband, suggesting the white one. The thin, unlined white one.

“That’s what I was thinking too. This one’s a little more appropriate for someone my age.”

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We scheduled the couples massage for one o’clock and spent lunchtime walking around the property and down to the beach nearby. I love being around the ocean and we waded through the shallows since the water was warm. It was just nice having the two of us chatting and getting a vacation vibe going. It also helped normalize the notion that, on the whole, women don’t wear much around here.

As it got closer to our scheduled time, we headed back to the room and Jennifer started struggling with the what-to-wear question again for the massage.

“Well, I don’t know anyone here, and don’t really care, so I’ll be in the buff”, I said, hoping that she’d follow.

“I figured that was your plan, but I don’t know if that’s helpful for me.”

I didn’t have a good idea for how I might win this battle, and decided to hit the bar on the way over for a consolation prize. That turned out to be a good decision. A large, cold glass of wine for a warm afternoon was enough to even tempt Jennifer, and as usual, she helped herself to more than half of it.

We got to the spa area and were shown into a small but beautiful room that clearly impressed my wife. We met our two masseuses, Elena and Paco. I’m sure that they were good at what they did, but they also qualified in the looks department too. Elena was a little older, probably in her mid 30’s, and very pretty, with a nice smile. She had on a relatively tight tank top and shorts and it was hard not to think I had done pretty good with my choice.

Paco, however, was probably more of a looker though I can’t really judge that as a guy. But he was bronzed and fairly buff without looking ridiculous. He chatted up Jennifer a bit in a very casual but professional manner, and I think that relaxed her though the wine didn’t hurt.

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