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by Delores Swallows


  He shook his head and took the bottle from her, spraying his arms and legs. “You can do my chest and back when I take my shirt off.”

  “Okay.” She tied a sarong around her waist and dropped the cream into a canvas shoulder bag, which Nigel carried.

  They locked the bungalow and walked back along the path toward the complex. The path forked. Ignoring the route to reception, they headed for the two large kidney-shaped swimming pools at the rear of the hotel, with a path running between them and recliners around the two curved sides. There was a busy pool-side restaurant with numerous small tables outside, and a bar.

  They decided they didn’t need another lunch and walked between the pools toward a line of palm trees, beyond which was the beach. Many of the palm trees had a wooden pole hammered into the ground a few feet away, a string hammock stretched between them. Just beyond the line of trees, several young men in shorts were playing volleyball on a court marked out by red string pegged to the sand. The ball was hit out and skidded toward Nigel and Karen. As one of the guys ran over to retrieve it, Karen bent and picked up the ball, holding it out on a straight arm for him. The player was in his early twenties with a wispy blond beard and his hair tied up in a short ponytail. His body was toned and very suntanned.

  “Thank you, ma’am,” he said with an American accent.

  Karen smiled warmly at him, and Nigel noticed the guy’s eyes glance down to her body.

  As the young man returned to the game, Nigel leaned closer to his wife. “I think you have your first admirer.”

  “Hmm.”

  “He’s probably telling his mates he’s just met a MILF.”

  She giggled and turned to look up into his eyes, a teasing grin on her face. “Yeah, I hope so. Maybe I won’t have to wait until we get home to be fucked in a hammock.”

  Although Nigel loved the idea of her behaving like a slut, he doubted she’d actually be prepared to have sex with a stranger on a public beach. But then again, a few months ago he wouldn’t have believed she’d have sex with a stranger in a hotel in Copenhagen, or in a carpark in Shrewsbury.

  “Come on,” she said, pulling him towards the sea. “Let’s go for a paddle.”

  When they reached where the water gently lapped at the sand, both took off their flip-flops and walked into the warm, clear water until knee-deep.

  Karen’s surprised expression was beautiful. “We’ll have to go swimming later.”

  He nodded, but then frowned. “Are there sharks in the Caribbean?”

  “I’m assured that attacks are very rare.” She smiled and nodded at the adults and children swimming and splashing in the waves. “They don’t seem too worried, do they?”

  “They’ve probably never seen Jaws.”

  Karen shook her head and removed her sarong, which was getting wet around the hem. They walked through the surf, enjoying the sights and sounds of the idyllic setting. After about fifteen minutes, they reached the end of the cove and had to turn around and walk back the way they’d come. They continued beyond the hotel, passing the line of bungalows which overlooked the beach, though they couldn’t tell which one was theirs.

  Karen gripped Nigel’s hand. “Though a part of me wishes the girls were here, it’s really nice for us two to be alone like this.”

  He nodded. “We should try and get away together more often. Not for as long as this holiday, but maybe short city-breaks would be doable now the girls are older.”

  “Ooh yeah.”

  He laughed at her expression. “And straight away, you’re thinking about sex with strangers.”

  “No I’m not.” Her face cracked into a smile. “Well, maybe a little.”

  “There’s me trying to organise a romantic break, and all you can think about is getting some stud between your thighs.”

  She scrunched up her nose. “Well, it’s your fault.”

  “So, where should we go? Do you want to get rammed in Rome or bonked in Barcelona?”

  “Maybe I could get pumped in Paris instead.”

  He laughed and kicked water at her, making her squeal.

  A path through the dunes looked like it might be a way back to their bungalow. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s head back to the pool bar and have a drink.”

  As they made their way across the blazing beach, they had to stop to put their flip-flops back on. The path did indeed lead back to the bungalows, and as they passed one, they saw a blonde woman lying on a recliner on her veranda. It took Nigel a moment to realise she was completely naked. As they walked past—barely ten yards away—she waved in greeting, then let her legs fall open to give them a full view of her sex.

  Karen waved back, and the next bungalow they came to was their own. She turned to smile at Nigel. “It looks like our neighbour is an exhibitionist.”

  He nodded, still a little shocked. “I didn’t know nudity was allowed here.”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to even go topless, but it’s not like she was on the beach.” She shrugged. “Besides, she has a great figure. I quite like the idea of having her as a neighbour.”

  “Oh?” Karen finding women attractive was something he’d never considered before, but now a warm tingle spread through him.

  She saw his expression and smiled. “Behave.”

  He shrugged, then leaned close. “So, you liked her figure?”

  She laughed. “Never say never, that’s my new motto.” She fished in his bag for the key. “If we’re going to the bar, I’d better put something on.”

  He put his t-shirt back on and waited until Karen came back out, now wearing a short cotton sundress. They headed back to the hotel, in the opposite direction from their naked neighbour.

  After finding a table overlooking the pool, they ordered two beers. The waiter, a young black man wearing a white polo shirt and black trousers, gave a friendly smile as he delivered the drinks.

  They thanked him, and after he’d left, Karen looked at Nigel and raised her eyebrows. “He was rather attractive.”

  “I noticed that you’d noticed.”

  She laughed and raised her bottle in a toast, then took a sip.

  Nigel had a low-level buzz. Over the last thirty minutes, his wife had alluded to the possibility of sleeping with another woman and a black man. As far as he was aware, she’d never done either of those things before. The prospect of her doing them on this holiday excited him more than he dared admit, and he smiled to himself.

  “What are you thinking about?” She was smiling, too.

  He shrugged, then took a slug of his own beer. “This and that.”

  She laughed and shook her hair back from her face, then slowly crossed her legs. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this holiday.”

  They spent a couple of hours sitting in the sun, then wandered around the complex to get their bearings. Nigel pointed out it was already twenty hours since they’d got up to leave for the airport. Since both of them were tired, they decided to go for dinner at the first sitting and have an early night.

  They returned to their bungalow to shower. Karen dressed in a wrap-around skirt and vest top, and Nigel wore khaki shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. After spraying themselves with insect repellent, they walked along the path back to the hotel.

  The restaurant was relatively quiet and they were shown to a table overlooking the beach. Even though it was only a little after six, the sun was already low on the horizon and the sky a beautiful shade of orange.

  There was a wide variety of food at the counters, and when they returned to their table with their dinners, Karen looked at Nigel’s plate and smirked.

  “What?” he asked, though he had a pretty good idea what she was smiling at.

  “Steak and chips? There are all sorts of exotic dishes you could have tried, yet you’ve gone for the meal you have almost every week at home.”

  He shrugged. “I have dull tastes. You should see my wife!”

  “Cheeky bugger.” Karen slowly turned her plate around, pointing out the differe
nt kinds of fish and vegetables she’d chosen.

  “It’ll serve you right if you get the shits,” he said, cutting up his steak. “I’m going to get myself a beer, do you want wine?”

  She peered towards the self-serve bar. “There’s some sparkling stuff in an ice bucket. Could I have a glass of that, please?”

  As Nigel got their drinks, he glanced at the surrounding tables and was pleased to see several men checking out his wife. When he returned to their table, she smiled her thanks and took a sip of her drink.

  After dinner they walked back to their bungalow holding hands, amazed at the noise of crickets and other insects that filled the night. Once inside, they quickly prepared for bed and were both asleep within a matter of minutes.

  * * * *

  Nigel woke up before sunrise. He lay still and listened to his wife’s steady breathing. Maybe she was dreaming about having sex with another stranger. As the first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains, the sound of the birds’ dawn chorus began.

  The noise was enough to rouse Karen. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked at him, a warm smile lighting up her face.

  “Good morning.” He reached over and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

  “Hi.” She blinked at him. “How did you sleep?”

  “Not as well as you did. It’ll take a couple of days for my body to adjust to local time.”

  She nodded. “What time is it?”

  “Almost seven, but my brain thinks it’s noon.”

  She reached her hand between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his semi. “This bit of you still thinks it’s morning.” She pumped her hand slowly, and within seconds he had a full-blown hard-on.

  “What are you doing?” His hips took on a motion of their own, thrusting in time with her hand.

  She pushed the sheet back and scooted herself down the bed. “I’m getting myself into the mindset of a slut.” With that, she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth, making him shudder.

  “Ohhh…”

  She bobbed her head and he closed his eyes. She pushed down further, and the tip of his cock moved against the back of her throat. He groaned again. She sped up, moving her tongue against the base of his shaft, licking and stroking.

  Nigel tried to catch his breath. She probably didn’t realise how close he was getting.

  “Karen…” He tried to ease her up off him so he could go inside her.

  She opened her eyes and looked into his face, then dug her nails painfully into his inner thigh.

  As he stared in shock, and she bobbed even faster, twisting her neck and sucking with fervour. With a violent buck of his hips, he came in a torrent. She gagged and choked and raised her head, releasing his cock from her mouth. A second spurt erupted, shooting into the air before dropping with a warm splash onto his belly. Karen pumped his cock, sending another cord of off-white gushing out. He looked at her face and saw his cum running down her chin. She held his gaze for a long, deliberate moment, then lowered her head and recaptured his still-unloading cock in her mouth.

  Nigel cried out as another spasm shook him. His entire body was trembling, legs locked straight, and arms spread wide as if crucified. His cock was still in her mouth but now totally spent, even as she continued to swallow greedily.

  Karen moaned and the vibrations tickled. She moaned again, and he looked down to see her grinding her hips. She was playing with herself, her fingers now making audible squelching noises as they prodded and pushed at her sex.

  Suddenly she raised herself up and stared down into his face, her fingers still busy between her legs. She frowned and gritted her teeth, then let out a guttural rasp. Her eyelids flickered for a brief second, but he got the impression she was fighting to keep her eyes fixed on his.

  She let out another grunt and then finally allowed her eyes to close. Opening her mouth wide, she let out a long sigh.

  He stared at her.

  She smiled down at him. “You’re welcome.”

  He took a breath, then laughed, still feeling shaky.

  She lifted the netting on her side of the bed. “Right, I need a shower.”

  “You should probably brush your teeth, too.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “Not at all.”

  She nodded. “Good. Get dressed, then we can go to breakfast. And later, we can try and find someone for me to fuck.”

  Nigel watched her stride naked to the bathroom. For the first time, he was actually worried about just how far she intended to go during this holiday.

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  Chapter Three

  The restaurant was much more crowded than it had been the previous evening. From the breakfast buffet Nigel got himself a bowl of exotic fruit with yogurt to appease Karen, though he had every intention of getting a full English afterwards. Karen eyed his tray with suspicion as she loaded chopped peppers, mushrooms and ham into a bowl and passed it to a smiling lady behind the counter who was making fresh omelettes.

  Looking around at the other guests, Nigel saw an eclectic mix of young and old, couples, families and people sitting either in groups or alone. A variety of accents and languages was to be heard—mostly American, but he’d also recognised German and French being spoken at the counters. A group of Japanese guests chatted away outside.

  Karen kicked him under the table. Suppressing a wince, he followed her gaze to a couple at the coffee machine. It took Nigel a few seconds to realise the girl was their exhibitionist neighbour, currently wearing a short denim skirt and tie-dyed vest. The man with her was tall—about six-six—with short black hair and thick stubble. Suddenly, the woman turned around, looked directly at them and smiled.

  Karen gave a broad smile back.

  Once the couple had returned to their own table, Nigel leaned closer. “So, do you still think she has a nice figure?”

  “I do.” She grinned. “And I like her partner’s body, too.”

  Nigel’s gut was already tightening in anticipation. “Maybe you should have them both.”

  “Maybe I will.”

  After breakfast they left the hotel complex and walked into the small town, buying a pretty necklace for each of their daughters in one of the many tourist shops.

  Down at the harbour, Nigel saw an advert for an excursion on a catamaran, offering a day’s cruise around the island, calling at three different towns. Apparently there was an 85% chance of seeing dolphins in their natural habitat, and possibly whales, too.

  Karen squeezed his hand as Nigel studied the poster. “How about we spend a day doing that?”

  He nodded enthusiastically. “I’d love to, but I know you’re not a fan of boats.” On a previous holiday in Scotland, she’d been sea-sick on a boat trip around the Isle of Mull.

  “I think sailing in the Caribbean will help me overcome my discomfort.”

  She pulled him by the hand into the small office and they booked for the following day. They were told to be at the office by seven-thirty, and a taxi would take them to the dock at Castries.

  They browsed in a few more shops and then made their way back to the hotel. Once back in the complex, they stopped for a drink at the poolside bar. As Karen made her way to a free table, she had to manoeuvre past an old lady in a wheelchair. Nigel noticed that the lady’s partner turned his head to watch Karen’s every move, which made him smile.

  When Nigel joined her with their drinks, Karen nodded toward the swimming pool. “I think we should go change into our bathing suits and try out the pool after this.”

  “You’ll need lots of sun-cream rubbed on first.”

  She laughed. “Yes, I suppose I will.”

  After finishing their drinks, they headed back towards their bungalow and met their neighbours walking towards them.

  Karen stopped on the path and smiled. “I was hoping to catch you sunbathing again.”

  The woman laughed. “Well if I’d known that, I wo
uldn’t have bothered putting on my bikini.” She spoke with a posh English accent. “Maybe you could come around after lunch and we could sunbathe together?”

  “Yes, I’d like that.”

  “Good.” The woman looked up at her partner, then back at Karen and Nigel. “I’m Charlotte, by the way, and this is my husband, Cody.”

  Nigel and Karen introduced themselves, and when Cody said hello it was apparent he was American.

  “Shall we say about three, then?” Charlotte said, glancing down at Karen’s boobs.

  “Sounds good.”

  “I’ll look forward to it.” Smiling hugely, Charlotte took Cody’s hand and they ambled off towards the hotel.

  Nigel’s cock was already starting to swell. He glanced at his wife. “What do you think will happen?”

  She shrugged. “At the very least, I’ll get an all-over tan.”

  “And if she offers more than just nude bathing?”

  “I’ll take it.” She flashed her eyes. “Like I said—this week, anything goes.”

  Shivers ran down his spine, and they walked the rest of the way in silence.

  Ten minutes later, they were back at the complex and Nigel was in the pool. Hardly able to keep his mind off what might happen later that afternoon, he needed to quell the hard-on that had developed. Karen with Charlotte. Charlotte with Karen. He smiled at the images forming in his head.

  Once he’d cooled off, he spent a while face down on a lounger, finally relaxing.

  Karen touched his arm. “Do you want any lunch?”

  He shook his head. “I’m not that hungry.”

  “Well you did eat a huge plate of bacon and eggs.”

  “And sausages, mushrooms, beans, hash browns and tomatoes.”

  “Pig. I’m going to order a club sandwich to eat out here.”

  “Ooh, I’ll have one of those, too.”

  “I thought you weren’t hungry.”

  He opened his eyes and smiled. “I’m on holiday.”

 

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