<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XvZwizA.jpg)</div><br/>Erika Collins had a pretty good life, and she knew it. She had received a good education at the University of Pennsylvania, majoring in history and minoring in Literature, and she'd been married to Gabriel for seven years now. Not only did he make a killing as the personal legal counsel for a large medical supply company, but she had her own job which she worked from her own home. She was the author of several non-fiction volumes on the history of early American literature, so she was able to spend most of her time researching. This suited her just fine.<br/><br/>This also meant she made her own schedule, and whenever Gabriel was able to take off work to escape to "Temptation Island," she could easily set aside her projects for a few days and accompany him to the tropical paradise that they enjoyed with abandon. He worked hard, although she preferred to not think about the fact that he essentially allowed the large corporation to play<em>just</em>on this side of the rules. It bothered her moral compass a bit more than she'd like, but she knew that he'd draw the line if they ever went too far. At least, she hoped he would. Her husband was a good man and she trusted him, so she truly believed he would.<br/><br/>This afternoon she wore a black bikini with a drawstring top and bottoms that showed off her hourglass figure. She was definitely more curvy than was fashionable, but Gabriel couldn't keep his eyes off her ample chest and ass, so she flaunted and sauntered every chance she got in front of him. Her red waves fell to her mid back and her pale skin was carefully covered with sunscreen. She re-applied often and stayed beneath the umbrella when she wasn't swimming. She already had plenty of freckles over her chest, shoulders, arms, and legs. She didn't need any more.<br/><br/>Drinking a sweet tea and leaning back as she once again noticed the tall black man who had very noticeably looked her over a few times, she blushed when Gabriel spoke. Had she truly been so obvious? At first, she didn't know how to answer. They'd never spoken about flirting with other men, and his suggestion stunned Erika. True, the offer was temptation itself...like the island...but was this a test? Maybe Gabriel wanted to ask just to hear her say no? Something in his tone seemed genuine, though. Besides, he wasn't the sort to 'test' their relationship like that. Swallowing another gulp of tea, she set it aside and turned to her handsome spouse.<br/><br/>"Pardon? Are you serious?" She chanced another glance at the stranger and then back to Gabriel. Then repeated. Feeling like she was on an episode of Candid Camera, she had no idea how this would go. Surely just dinner couldn't hurt. Besides, the man would probably say no anyway. The invitation would likely freak him out. "I...I can't believe you suggested that, but alright. Sure. Why not?" Downing her tea as if it was alcoholic liquid courage, she stood up and approached the man with her husband at her side. Having no idea whatsoever how to do this, she figured just ripping off the band-aid was probably best.<br/><br/>"Hi. My name is Erika and this is my husband Gabriel. We were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner this evening." There. It was done. Now he'd likely turn them down and they could go back to their lives as usual before her husband noticed her checking out a hot guy by the pool. After all, looking never hurt anyone...right?