I gazed happily at my toes, which were buried in the blindingly white sand of the beach at the all-inclusive Caribbean resort. My wife sat next to me in her bikini, and I caught her eye as a beach waiter placed an ice-cold Corona for each of us on the table between our chairs. Perspiration beaded off the bottles as the waiter, having made sure that we needed nothing else for the moment, walked back towards the bar with his tray. I squeezed my lime into the bottle with one hand and then slowly pushed it into the bottle with my index finger while looking my wife straight in the eye. As she watched, I slowly inserted my finger in and out of the bottle another couple times, then ran my finger around the inside of the bottle, and then placed the finger into my mouth. My wife smirked, but at the same time I knew that she liked my flirting with her… and especially when my flirting crossed into being raunchy.
“I have a couple ideas for what we can later,” I said, deadpan.
“I bet you do.” She smiled, and picked up her own beer.