Chapter 2: Building Tension
Matt was planning on catching up on some work, maybe ordering a pizza for the kids and himself, and unwinding with a movie. But as the evening wore on, his phone began to buzz with notifications.
The first text from Laura came around 7 PM:
"The resort is amazing. We already hit the spa for some pampering. There are some different types of pools we are going to hit this weekend. Just got changed and getting something to eat before we check out the nightlife here."
Laura then sent a selfie of her and Violet all dressed up.
They both looked stunning, with Laura's hair cascading over her shoulders and Violet's blonde locks framing her face. They were both smiling wide, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Both were earing short, but casual, dresses that showed off their bodies. Both women could pass for 8-10 years younger than they actually were.
Matt smiled at the picture, feeling a mixture of pride and jealousy. He was glad to see Laura enjoying herself, but there was something about the way Violet was looking at the camera that made him feel a little uneasy. He shook his head, trying to push the thought aside.
He was overthinking this, he decided. They were just two friends out having a good time. There was nothing to worry about.
He continued to go about his evening, but his phone kept buzzing with updates from Laura. A picture of them at the club bar with a group of men. Another of them dancing at the resort’s nightclub. He couldn’t help but feel a knot in his stomach tighten with each new message but he did not know why.
The pictures and updates were becoming more frequent and more provocative. He tried to brush it off, reminding himself that they were just having fun, but it was hard not to feel a twinge of jealousy.
He knew what they looked like, and he knew how men would react to them.
Around midnight, his phone vibrated again. This time, it was a picture of Laura and Violet in a hot tub, their bodies glistening under the soft lights, water cascading around them. They were shot from the collarbones up, he could not tell if it was a selfie. Actually could not tell if they had their tops on either.
He zoomed in on the picture, his heart pounding in his chest. It looked like they were both topless, but he couldn't be sure. He felt a wave of unease wash over him as he stared at the image. What the hell were they doing?
He quickly typed out a response: "You two having fun?" he added a few laugh emojis to try and keep it casual.
It took a few minutes for a response to come through. Finally, his phone buzzed again:
"Yes, we are! This hot tub is the best! and there are these amazing jets that massage your back. It's heavenly." Laura's response was followed by a winking emoji. Matt felt his stomach churn. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He knew that Laura and Violet were just having fun, but these texts felt different. They felt almost... provocative.
He tried to brush it off, reminding himself that they were just having fun, but the image of them in the hot tub, their bodies glistening under the soft lights, playing over and over in his mind.
Another notification popped up on his phone. This time, it was a video from Violet. She was laughing, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she tilted the camera down to show a shot of her and Laura in the hot tub, their shoulders bare and water cascading around them. Violet was holding a glass of champagne, giggling as Laura splashed water at her.
"Stop it, you two!" Violet laughed, pushing Laura playfully. "You'll get water all over my phone!"
You two?
In the hot tub?" Matt typed back, his thumbs dancing over the screen. He was trying to keep his tone light, but he could feel the tension in his shoulders as he waited for a response.
"Yep, just us two," Violet replied. "Had opportunities but decided to just hang here this first night and relax!"
Laura chipped in, her voice slightly slurred. Matt's eyes widened slightly at the word 'relax'. He couldn't help but imagine what that meant in this context.
"Sounds like a plan. Well, I'm glad you both are having fun. I'll let you get back to it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Matt responded, trying to keep his tone light despite the growing unease in his stomach. He sent a wink emoji with the message, not really knowing what else to say.
Violet's response came quickly. "Who says we won't? ;)" followed by a wink emoji.
Matt felt a jolt of surprise and anxiety at the explicit response. He wasn't sure how to react. He knew Violet was always playful, but this felt different. He took a deep breath and decided to change the subject.
"Well, whatever you two are up to, make sure to stay safe and have fun. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Love you both."
There was a pause before Laura responded, "Love you too, Matt. Don't worry about us, we're just having a good time. Night!"
Violet chimed in, "Night, Matt.
Sleep tight!" Her words were followed by a few playful kiss emojis. Matt rolled his eyes at the screen, a mix of amusement and exasperation washing over him. He couldn't help but feel like they were both trying to get a rise out of him. But he wasn't going to take the bait.
He sighed, setting his phone down on the coffee table and rubbing his temples. He was tired, but his mind was racing. He couldn't shake the image of Laura and Violet in the hot tub, their bodies glistening under the soft lights.
He knew he was overreacting, but he couldn't help the knot of jealousy and worry in his stomach. He picked up his phone, scrolling through the pictures and videos they had sent, trying to read between the lines. It was hypocritical of him. He was always the jealous sort, probably stemming from his insecurity that he married out of his league. Yet it was he who cheated, not Laura.
He needed to stop replaying the images of Laura and Violet in his mind. He needed to stop analyzing every word, every emoji, every pause in their texts. He took a long sip of his whiskey, letting the burn of the alcohol help him focus on the movie playing out on the screen in front of him.
But his mind kept drifting. Back to the hot tub. Back to the club. Back to the bar. Back to the resort. He could see Laura and Violet laughing, their heads thrown back, their eyes bright with mischief and alcohol. He could see the men around them, their eyes lingering a little too long, their smiles a little too wide. And also, it did turn him on. He had many fantasies of Violet over the years and wondered what she looked like naked. The thought of both of them in the hot tub also turned him on.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but imagine what they would look like naked, their bodies sleek and glistening under the water. He got an erection thinking about both of them in the hot tub...together. Warm, wet and tipsy rubbing against each other...it is not like he never had lewd thoughts of his wife and her best friend together.
They were both incredibly sexy women, and the thought of them together was a long-standing fantasy. But that was the thing, it was a fantasy. Nothing ever presented itself like that in the time has was with Laura. Though when they were at parties and little drunk they would make comments about wild times in college but never ellaborate.
Matt tried to put the thoughts out of his mind. THough one thought did creep back in...were Laura and Violet alone in their suite?
That thought kept creeping back into Matt's mind, no matter how hard he tried to push it away. He couldn't shake the image of them in the hot tub, their laughter echoing through the steamy air, their bodies...
Suddenly, his phone buzzed again.
Matt glanced down, his heart skipping a beat as he saw a new message from Laura.
It was a selfie picture of her and Violet, both wearing nothing but towels wrapped around their bodies, their hair still wet from the hot tub. They were leaning against the balcony of their hotel suite, grinning at the camera.
The night sky and the resort's twinkling lights served as a backdrop, making the picture seem almost surreal. Matt's breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the image. Laura looked stunning, her towel barely covering her curves, her hair still damp and tousled. Violet looked just as gorgeous, her blonde hair framing her face and her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. They were both laughing, their shoulders bare and their towels hanging precariously low.
Matt couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"OMG!!!! You two look so sexy! You cannot keep sending me these...I will never fall asleep!" Matt typed back.
He stared at the image, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was one thing to imagine Laura and Violet together, but it was another to see them like this. He felt a mix of jealousy, desire, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Laura quickly replied: "Thanks! That was last one for the night. SOOOO much fun here! Only negative is that we have a King Bed and not Two Queens. Guess Violet and I are going to have to share."
followed by a wink emoji.
Matt stared at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. Share? What the hell did that mean? Were they really going to share a bed? His mind raced with images of Laura and Violet, curled up together under the sheets, their bodies pressed against each other. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts from his mind. He knew he was getting way too worked up over this.
"That's...that's unfortunate," he managed to type back, trying to keep his tone light. "But I'm sure you two will make do."
"We will...good night!" Laura responded, followed by a few kiss emojis.
Matt stared at the screen, his heart still racing, and his mind swirling. He couldn't shake the images of Laura and Violet, their wet hair, their laughing faces, their barely clad bodies. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew he was reading too much into this. They were just two friends having fun, letting loose after a tough time in their personal lives.
But as he lay in bed, his mind kept drifting back to the pictures and the videos they had sent. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on here.
The way they were acting, the pictures and videos they were sending—it all felt like they were trying to tell him something. Or show him something. He just couldn't quite figure out what.
He tossed and turned in bed, his mind racing with thoughts of Laura and Violet. He thought about the way they had looked in the hot tub, their bodies glistening under the soft lights. He thought about the way Violet had been looking at the camera in that last picture, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. He thought about the way Laura had laughed, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. He thought about the way they had said they would have to share a bed. He imagined them curled up together under the sheets, their bodies warm and close. He felt a pang of jealousy and a stirring of desire deep in his belly. He knew he shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, especially given the situation. But he couldn't help it. The idea of his wife and her best friend, together like that, was intoxicating.
He knew they only way to get to sleep was to get this thought out of his head and with a raging hard-on, he succumbed to it.
He went to the bathroom and took care of his problem with a few frantic strokes, trying to imagine it was Laura or Violet, or both. It was the only way he could get any relief.
He went back to bed, exhausted and drained, but at least his body was calm now. He could focus on the movie playing on the TV, the sounds of distant gunshots and explosions lulling him into a fitful sleep.