Girl Drink Drunk Pt. 01

Overall, I looked pretty decent for a 50-year-old desk jockey. I stood in front of the full body mirror in the resort suite's bathroom and assessed myself as honestly as I could. With one hand on the towel around my waist, I wiped the fog off the mirror, revealing the marble shower behind me. Five-ten, not too much overweight, muscles under my fat - I could definitely stand to be in better shape, though I had a fairly good dad bod. Still, when I think about the my wife that I pulled, I must be doing something right. We were two days into our 20th anniversary trip to an all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas, and it had been amazing so far. Drinks on the beach all day, gourmet dinners, sex in our private hot tub every night.

"Paul. What. The fuck. Is this?"

Rebecca's voice came from the other side of the door. Shit, she wasn't supposed to see that.

I opened the door. "Shit, you weren't supposed to see that."

She was holding the small packet that I had bought that afternoon. When I said I pulled well, I meant it. Even at 49, she was in great shape from regular marathon training. Her long legs looked incredible in heels, and I'll admit it, I was a little turned on when her heels put her an inch or two taller than me. She had never been curvy, and her exercise routine had trimmed even more fat from her frame. Her bright, engaging eyes revealed the intelligence that had propelled her career. I was so proud of her - and frankly, thankful for her corporate bonuses that paid for trips like this. She was wearing one of my favorite dresses, a backless black number with a slit in the thigh. God, her back looked amazing--defined traps and delts, with a V cut down to her ass.

She waved the packet at me. "I repeat. What the fuck is this?" I couldn't tell if she was mad or amused.

"I bought it this afternoon from one of the shops in town. I, um, thought it was funny?"

"You don't think this is real, do you?" She examined the instruction on the packet and read them out loud. "'Tropical Magic. Transform you or your partner into the person of your dreams. Simply write your desires on the enclosed special paper, burn with the enclosed candle, and mix the ashes into your favorite tropical beverage.' Seriously?"

I blushed. "N-no. It's just a joke. Maybe a fun way for us to talk about our fantasies and maybe do some role play." I paused. "And if it IS real..."

She scoffed. "How much did this cost?" She pulled the receipt out of the paper shopping bag. "$100!?! Are you insane?"

I rushed to her side, holding up my towel with one hand, and put my free hand on her waist. "I paid for it out of my account, not the shared one. Think of it like cheap sex therapy. You know how hard it is for us to talk about, you know, stuff. It's an excuse to talk dirty after dinner."

She gave me a side eye. "Maybe. Speaking of which, we're going to be late for our reservation. Get dressed."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And you're paying tonight!"

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At the resort steakhouse, Rebecca studied the packet while I worked on my ribeye. She held it up to the light. "How is it supposed to work?"

"Beats me. The guy at the shop called it 'sympathetic magic.' He seemed pretty convinced it was real."

"Where did you say you bought it?"

"One of those little shops down the beach. The guy was selling cheap jewelry, shells, charms and beads and shit. He said it took effect overnight, but the magic only worked on the island. Once we leave, everything goes back to normal."

"And you wanted to use this... on me?" She gestured down at her trim physique. The little black dress revealed a hint of cleavage, emphasized by a diamond pendant hanging above her breasts. Damn, she looked good. Much better than I did.

This was the moment I feared. "Uh... yeah? I mean, if you want to use it on me, I'm cool with that too. But, well, women are less shallow than guys, you know."

"Please. Did you see the buzz online about that Jeremy Allen White ad?"

"I would have bought two, but, well... I couldn't afford it." This was the one part of our relationship that embarrassed me. Rebecca made so much more money than me. We shared all of our common expenses, the kids lacked for nothing, and she never made a big deal out of it, but there was a reason she drove a brand new BMW and I drove a ten-year-old Honda.

Rebecca thought for a minute, then took a deep breath. "Ok, I'll do it."

"No, I understand--wait, what? I mean, that's awesome. Thank you, honey."

"With one condition. Two conditions. You have to be completely, one hundred percent honest about what you want. And I get the final say over what we put on the paper."

"Of course."

She downed the rest of her wine and threw her napkin on the table. "Now pay this check and let's go fulfill some fantasies."

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"Why does it have to be a tropical beverage?" Rebecca asked as she ordered two piña coladas from room service. I was laying out the pieces of the magic spell on the coffee table.

"I don't know. Magic?"

We had changed into our pajamas, me in my cotton pants and old Zeppelin shirt, she in a silky negligee. Rebecca slid up next to me on the sofa and pulled the pencil and paper out of my hand. "Alright, mister. Tell me your fantasy."

"You know I love you, and I never want you to change. This is **just** a fantasy."

She put down the paper and took my face in her hands. "Paul, I trust you completely. You trust me completely. This isn't even going to work. Just be honest with me, and I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever had tonight. I'll swallow every drop." She kissed me passionately for a few seconds, then pulled back. "Now, spill it."

If this was a trap, I was already too far gone to back out.

"OK, I'm a guy, so I love big breasts and a big butt, but with a trim waist and sexy muscles. A fitness model type. Thick, wavy red hair and green eyes, and a couple of inches shorter, maybe five-five."

Rebecca wrote down my desires. "Damn, so sexy! But red hair and green eyes sounds really pale. I don't want to burn on the beach. How about a Latina? And shorter--five-two. I've always wondered what it would that would be like."

"Fantastic. I can't believe you're so open to this!"

"What else?"

This is where I might get trouble. "Um, and submissive? Like, I love how strong and assertive you are in bed, but..."

"No, no, I get it. How about a praise kink, too? And--ooh, bondage!"

My dick started to get hard. "Y-yeah! Let's do it."

"Does this look right? I added a couple of things that I think we'll like."

The list on the paper read:

* Five foot-two, 25-year-old Latina

* Fitness model, tight waist, firm legs

* D-cup breasts, round ass

* Thick curly hair

* Beautiful dark eyes

* Huge, cock-sucking lips

* Sexy, sultry voice

* Submissive, trusting, a little dumb

* Kinks: praise, bondage, spanking

* High libido, high sexual stamina

* Wildly attracted to her partner, borderline obsessed

* Not only loves giving oral, but a world class expert at it

My dick was screaming for relief. "That... looks perfect. But--I love your intellect. Why did you write 'a little dumb'?"

Room service knocked on the door, and Rebecca collected our drinks from the delivery person "I thought you might like it. So, now we just burn the paper and mix the ashes into a drink?"

"That's what it said."

"Hmm, there's no kitchen, so I'm going to burn the paper over the bathroom sink, OK?" She disappeared behind the door and I smelled the burning paper. "Alright, here you go. Cheers!" She handed me one of the drinks and kept one for herself. I don't think anyone had ever finished a piña colada faster.

"Now take off those pants and let me suck that cock like it's going out of style."

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The next morning, I woke up before Rebecca, which almost never happened. I was awake instantly, with none of my usual grogginess. I must have fallen asleep instantly, without even putting my pajamas back on. So silly.

I looked at my wife on the other side of the bed, and--she was exactly the same. Exactly the same breathtaking, stunning, divine woman I had given my heart to. A deep ache rose up in my chest with the love I felt for her. I was incredibly grateful she had listened to me last night, that I had a lover who cared for me and wanted me to be happy. A warmth spread between my legs as I fantasized about waking her up with a morning surprise.

But first, I needed to use the bathroom. I hopped down (I didn't remember the bed being so tall), skipped to the bathroom, and turned on the lights.

Oh. My. God.