Maureen was really acting strange in the lead up to our trip. Not that anything was particularly wrong with her behaviour it was just that somehow she wasn't behaving like herself. Our sex life was good - better ever in fact, but it wasn't the normal Maureen. I was utterly bewildered but pleased at the same time when she begged me: "Take me doggy style". This was the same woman who in the past had always insisted on "Doing it" in the dark, in our bedroom and only in the missionary position.
I guess it all started after the night she had allowed me to make love to her best friend Liz. That had come out of the blue as well. I and Liz had only made love that one time but since then Maureen had become so much more "Liberated". I guess I should just thank my lucky stars.
She seemed to be closer to Liz than ever, the two of them seemed to be spending every waking moment with each other. Not that that was a bad thing either. Her daily walk with Liz had certainly helped Maureen lose all the weight she had gained since becoming a mother and Liz had also provided Maureen with a cream that had worked wonders to rejuvenate her skin and made her look years younger. She made me look old by comparison.
I had initially worried that my dalliance with Liz would breakup their friendship, but it seemed to have worked the opposite way. Now the stunning redhead had booked to come on vacation with us. I suppose I was looking forward to that as well. As a male you could not help but be attracted to Liz. I had known her even longer than I had known Maureen but had always felt she was out of my league. It seemed I was mistaken. Liz had come around a few nights ago dressed to the nines, to check on Maureen while she was going through her skin peel. The lustful look the redhead had given me was etched in my memory and made me think that our evening together might yet have an encore.
Not that I felt good about cheating on Maureen. I still felt guilty about that night with Liz. I had broken my marriage vows. I knew in my heart that what I had done was wrong. But then Maureen had practically thrown us together. It really was her doing. It was just that it was so out of character. Had Maureen been mentally sound when she had told me to make love to her friend? It was a guilt I would have to live with.
Now Maureen was off shopping to replenish her wardrobe - for the second day in a row. She had lost so much weight that her old clothes no longer fitted her. She was spending a fortune and seemed to be in competition with Liz to be the most fashionable. I wouldn't admit it to her but that was a competition she wasn't likely to win. Liz had always been such a classy dresser whilst Maureen, well lets just say fashion was not her strong point. Not that I minded Maureen dressing a little better and I loved her new slim body and the effort she had gone into recently to look sexy for me.
The strange thing was whilst she was buying all these clothes for herself she didn't want me to update my own wardrobe at all. Evidently men's clothes were so much cheaper in Spain and we would be doing my own clothes shopping over there. Perplexed as I was, I had been married to her for long enough to know not to argue. Indeed she had instructed me to only put one change of clothes into my suitcase.
Like I say, she was acting very strangely.