My wife and I finally are getting away, no kids, no work, just us. It has been a while, though we have had chances it is hard with family responsibilities. We are lucky she has two sisters that live locally that we all agreed early on, at the out-start of our families to take a weekend a month and host the kids, so the other two couples could get away. Well, it seems because we do not travel like the others do for work, we end up hosting more often than the others.
Her sisters noticed the lack of our “get aways” and came together and treated us to a week away, anywhere we wanted. My wife wanted sun and a beach, so that’s where we headed. She picked a smaller Jamaican resort that caters to more of a wealthier European clientele than a larger, more popular resort catering to the “All you can drink” U.S. crowds.
The resort was very upscale, quiet and very accommodating in drink, food and privacy. We, upon arrival had a little booking “issue”, we had chosen an all-inclusive package with a room by the pool with easy access to the beach. Seems they overbooked the main hotel and gave our room away to a larger group. I, inside my head immediately hearing this started getting worked up….. for some reason though, contrary to my usual self, I just listened to their suggestion on how to address the issue….. putting us away in a little villa on the private beach side of their resort. We made out good, real good! We arrived at the far end of 8 very small one-bedroom, mini kitchen/bathroom villas 30 yards off the ocean. The downside, if there was one, was that it was near a shower that was used after giving private snorkeling lessons to clean off the gear.
The first day started out slow, sleeping in, lots of sun, drinks and getting comfortable with our forgotten freedom.
We are by most standing a conservative middle-class couple in our early 40’s. Both of us not really “beauty contest” winners, but more runner up types. We both agreed early on in our relationship to stay healthy as role models for the kids and for each other. We are both fit, exercise at least four times a week. She is 5’7 about 121 lbs., with a healthy 34-inch chest. She has short thick black hair with faint streaks of grey. She still has a tight athletic butt supported by a nice pair of legs, toned through miles of jogging and stair stepping. She still turns heads with her chiseled European looking face and thick black eyebrows. I am 5’9, 170lbs, very toned with greying hair. I would be considered very fit for my age.
Though I had more girlfriends than she had boyfriends in the past, we both would be considered more conservative in the bedroom, where I would be the one to introduce new ideas. She would be willing to try my ideas but not always on board. I had a few ideas over the years that she liked, one being her dildo. I introduced us to a dildo that she really liked. The dildo was a jelly, floppy type about 6 inches long. She loved how I would tease her with it until she couldn’t take it anymore then get finished off with me inside of her. I picked that size as I am about 7 1/2 inches long, so getting me inside of her really did it for her those nights when “her boyfriend” came out.
We became pretty comfortable with our surroundings over the first day and a half enjoying the solitude the views and the amenities. We became comfortable with the staff that came around and the snorkeling lessons that took place in front of us. My wife even broke out the bikini she brought and was working on a great tan.
The attendant Pulo who taught the snorkeling lessons to the side of our villa was polite, cordial and respectful of our space. I guessed he was in his late forties, thin, 5’11 with light colored skin, lighter than most of the locals.
Today one of his lessons cancelled so he walked up to us to see if we would like a lesson. I said yes, and tried to talk my wife into it; she was reluctant but agreed if I went first. 15 minutes later she walked out in her one-piece suit, now I know the reason for her reluctance…..
We had all been chest deep in the water learning how to put on the snorkel, mask and breath correctly. After a few attempts the two beginners started getting the hang of it. Unfortunately, my wife was plagued with a leaky mask, she walked up towards the beach standing in two feet of water in order to try and adjust her mask. I followed and was standing in front and to her side in three feet of water. Pulo a few yards out asked what was wrong and came in to help. He came up at an angle farthest from me but directly towards her. He came up about three feet from her dripping wet, took her mask and stepped backed to make adjustments. I asked my wife if she wanted mine while he adjusted hers…. no response. I looked at her confused as she was fixed in a stare at him, not just at him but what I quickly realized was her staring at his dripping wet shorts. The materiel was light in color and clinging to his legs, then I realized what was going on, the loose materiel was clinging in a way that showed the outline of his dick hanging down his leg. I was startled, it was to say the least, huge, it had to be 7 inches long capped off with the outline of this huge head. I looked back at my wife who was locked in her stare. He was clueless of her staring. I was staring at my wife, them him, then her, I never saw this look on her face before; she was oblivious of me talking to her. In the meantime, he slipped on the mask went underwater and came back up again soaking wet with a working mask. He stayed a few feet away making final adjustments to the mask, I stared at my wife taking this all in, her glare was again fixed on his wet shorts. I started looking at her and noticed that she was getting excited and hard. Just as fast as it started, it ended, the next group walked up for their lesson and we ended our session with lots of thanks you’s and headed back to our hut.
Immediately my wife disappeared into the shower and I was left by myself.
Sex that night was better than normal; she was more than willing and showed this by letting me between her legs pretty easily, ending with her taking top position. I heard a few deep moans that I haven’t heard in a while.
The next day we both slept in walked to the restaurant for coffee a late breakfast and made plans for the day.
Around 3:00 we made our way back to our hut, put on our swimsuits and layed outside with a few drinks. Pulo was giving his lessons and waved as we settled in.
After a few hours of laying out and another run for drinks Pulo came up out of the water after his last lesson to see how we are and to ask my wife to try on a new mask he had brought for her. It fit like a charm, she seemed to be overly excited and thankful of his kind gesture and seemed easily engaged in conversation with him, one would say she was flirting with him.
Pulo also asked if he could use the shower for the guests a few feet away from us to wash of the dried salt from his equipment. My wife, before I could reply, said certainly, please do.