<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Russell</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Temptation/8a12414c-6d1f-47ff-a1e3-13a6c4f01a66_zps1f070d92.jpg)</div>Sabrina was nervous. It wasn't the island though, or not entirely anyway, but rather her husband that had her stomach fluttering about wildly like it was filled with antsy butterflies. To be fair it was her own fault that she was feeling this way. She'd not exactly been entirely truthful about the nature of their tropical vacation and trying to watch Russell's face while pretending not to be doing just that as they were given a tour of the island had been... difficult.<br/><br/>Despite her continued silence concerning certain desires, Sabrina was not an accomplished liar. In fact, she made it a habit never to lie to the one person who meant more to her than anything in this world which meant that there was certainly a bit of guilt flitting around inside her. She tried to smile through it, to brush it off as nothing, but even though the tour of the island had been gorgeous and for the most part harmless, there had been no way to hide the open nudity on the beach or the flirting couples or those who seemed to be moving well past just flirting. That alone didn't have to indicate anything beyond people enjoying themselves but she just simply wasn't sure what Russell would pick up on and it was driving her crazy trying to anticipate.<br/><br/><em>Stop it! You are just on vacation with your husband. That's all. Whatever else that goes on... well, that doesn't have to affect you...</em>Except, wasn't that the reason she'd wanted them to come here? Hadn't her plan been to somehow expose her husband to more pleasures and eventually get him to loosen up enough to handle her own desires? Jeez, if he only knew half the things that flitted through her brain when he touched her or even just looked at her.<br/><br/>Sabrina bit her bottom lip as the thoughts continued to swirl around in her head and her stomach refused to calm. Finally they were shown to their suite and left alone to unpack their baggage and unwind after the day of traveling. Releasing Russell's hand, she glanced about the room, moving further into the space and admiring the decor. In a slightly nervous gesture her fingers drifted down to tug at the hem of the denim skirt that only managed to highlight the flare of generous hips and she glanced over the shoulder left bared by the loose top that covered her upper half. "So, what do you think love? This should be fun and relaxing right?" She turned and leaned against the arm of the couch that sat in the living room area. Unable to help herself, her pale green graze flicked over her man's body and she offered him a smile, hoping like hell that she didn't look quite as guilty as she felt.