Cuckold Chronicles : Erik
Sex on the Beach
This is part 5 in the adventures of Heather & Dave. The other parts in order are Paul, Todd, Damon & Rob.
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It has been about a month since Rob joined Heather in our marriage bed. As I had hoped, our friendship hasn't changed, except he is having sex with my wife at least once a week. My biggest concern, was if he could keep the bedroom activities separate from our everyday relationship. An example of what I mean is, he and I watched a lot of football on my big screen TV. He hasn't said something like, " Hey bitch, go get me another beer." That would be crossing the line. However, if he said those same words while he & Heather were watching a movie, with me sitting at their feet, wearing some panties and stockings, that would be acceptable.
So things have been going smoothly in our kinky little part of the world. Our 25th anniversary was coming up, so I booked Heather and I a week in St. Thomas. We had never been to the Virgin Islands before and our friends sing their praises. Pristine beaches, crystal clear water, excellent food and very friendly people. A quick Google and I was sold as well. I got us a bungalow at an all-inclusive resort called Bolongo Bay on the SW corner of the island. After flying in, we were met by the courtesy van from the resort. The ride to the resort wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was still almost an hour, but we got to see some nice scenery and the driver was very knowledgeable about the island and it's history. Once we had checked in, we decided to explore around the resort. Yes, we were travel weary and our clothes had a few more wrinkles than we would normally wear in public, but we wanted to get an idea of what was available. While I was enjoying a cigar out on the pool deck, Heather went inside to get a drink at the bar. When I was finished, I went in to join her. I was surprised to see that the place was almost empty, considering this was suppose to be a very popular place for the locals as well as the tourists. I suppose it was because it was late Tuesday afternoon. There was an older man sitting at the end of the bar and a couple of, what I would guess to be college girls, sitting at a table. And my very own Heather, sitting at the other end of the bar, talking quietly to the bartender. I walked over and sat down next to Heather.
" Ah, Mr. Stanton," he said. " I'm Erik, The daytime bartender. I understand you like beer on tap, or maybe you'd like a tropical drink from the Islands, to start your vacation?"
" I'll start off with a Rum Runner, my good man," I said good naturedlly.
Heather didn't say anything, but had that sexy smile on full blast.
Erik brought me my drink & sat it in front of me. He leaned in close and said in a low voice, " Maybe later you'll be sucking up a Cum Runner. I can't talk a lot right now, but you two are my guest for dinner tonight. Now, be a good bitch and enjoy your drink. Your wife and I have some plans to make. You do want to show me what a wimp husband you are, don't you?"
All I could do was nod my head slowly. Well, it seems it didn't take my lovely wife long to find a playmate in this island paradise. I sipped on my drink and tried to listen in on their whisperings. All I could make out was panties, cocksucker and clean up duties.
We came up with a safe word and a gesture when we first started swinging many years ago. Up until now, neither of us had ever used it, but I had to talk with Heather alone without disturbing the aura of enchantment she was weaving. I dipped my finger in my drink and causally made an "X" on the bar. I kept tracing over it till Heather noticed it.
Without skipping a beat, she said, " Come on Honey, let's go have a smoke. Erik, we'll be right back, can we have another drink ready when we return?"
" Of course Ma'am, another Rum Runner for Mr. Stanton and another white wine for the lady?"
" No, Erik, I'm on vacation. I'd like something erotic, I mean something exotic. I think I'd like to try Sex on the Beach." With that little double Freudian slip, we walked out the door.
We walked out to the pool deck and found a table to sit down. I lit Heather's cigarette. After taking a long drag, she said, " Is there something wrong? Do you have a problem with what I'm doing?
" No, oh no, don't ever think I have a problem with your friends," I said emphatically, " I needed to talk to you in private about your timing and the consequences of what you want to do. First of all, we just got here. We have been on the run since 7 this morning. I'm exhausted and I know you must be tired. Now think about what would happen if he was caught fraternizing with the guest at this resort. Whereas I am willing to die for you, I don't think he would be willing to lose his job for you. And he shouldn't have to worry about that. If you want to do this, it has to be off the premises of the resort, then they can't say anything about it. Am I making sense here?"
" Yes, you are. That's what I love about you, that wonderful analytical mind of yours. You always figure things out in advance. So, what is your suggestion?"
" Well," I said slowly, " after that big build-up you just gave me, I'm embarrassed to say, I haven't figured it out yet. I was thinking maybe a light meal tonight and an early evening. Then we will be refreshed for a new day in Paradise. Check with Erik, find out his schedule. Once you do that, you two can make your plans. Just remember, nothing on the premises. How does that sound?"
" Sounds like I married a wonderful guy."
We went back in and finished our drinks. Heather was chatting with Erik and she told him she was a bit tired and asked when was his next day off. He told her not till Thursday, but he gets off work at 6 pm normally. I excused myself to have a cigar outside on the pool deck.
About 20 minutes later Heather came out to join me. I was just ordering another drink so Heather ordered another one and sat down next to me.
After the poolside waitress left, Heather took my hand and said, " You seem distant and distraught, anything wrong?"
" No, I'm fine, just enjoying the view and the weather. We'd be sweating up a storm back home if we were sitting outside right now. I was letting my mind wander; just random thoughts really, nothing too serious."
" Good," Heather said, " we're on vacation, no thinking about business, the house, the kids, nothing, except having a good time and relaxing. Speaking of having a good time, would you like to know what Erik and I came up with, or do you want to be surprised?"
" You know I have never cared for surprises. Just tell me what you have planned. You know I'm willing to go along with it."
" OK," she said excitedly, " tomorrow we are meeting him for dinner at a little bistro in town. He says it has a full menu. He lives across the street. He gets off at 6 and said he would be there by 6:30. Any questions? Good. Now lets go back to the room and rest up and go to dinner."
Dinner was very nice, excellent food, mostly seafood on the menu, but we are in the tropics, and it was tasty. We stopped for a nightcap before retiring early. The next morning was very laid back. We had brunch, then I changed and went to the beach to lay out. Heather wanted to do some shopping ( no surprise there), so we set it up to meet in the room around 3.
When I got back to the room, Heather was already there. There were a lot of bags laying on the bed and Heather was in the shower. I started looking in the bags. The first thing I pulled out was a new bikini for Heather. Well, bikini is a bit of exaggeration. Maybe I should say 2 band-aids held together with a string. As for the bottoms, I swear I have seen thicker dental floss. I was smiling as I thought of seeing her in it. Next I pulled out 4 pairs of panties, different colors and styles. To empty that bag, I pulled out some emerald green lingerie. Judging from the size, I knew it was for me. As I looked at it, I noticed something different about it, compared to all the others she has bought me. It had reinforced cups for the breast. I guess she wants to make fun of the man-boobs I've been developing lately. The body was lace & mesh with garters attached. There were also matching stockings and string panties. The overall effect would have made for an extremely sexy woman or a humiliated cuckold husband.
Just as I was holding it against me to check the size, the bathroom door opened. Heather came out wearing the robe that came with the room. She came over and ran a finger down my cheek while she lightly kissed my lips. In her sexiest voice, she whispered in my ear, " Be patient , my little limp dick, you'll be wearing it soon enough," followed by another soft kiss on my cheek.
She walked over to the plush chair in the room, untied her robe and sat down, spreading her legs wide. " Crawl over here and check my shaving job. You weren't here so I had to do it myself."
I went straight to my knees and crawled the few feet between her splayed thighs. I ran my tongue up and down and sideways and it was very smooth. I knew from past experience that I had to check the inside as well. I pulled her lips apart and slid my tongue in as far as I could reach. Heather grabbed my head and started grinding her hips against me. Since my tongue was still inside, she used my nose on her clit, going harder and faster as she got worked up. I thought for sure she was going to break my nose. Strangely, my main concern was explaining to the ER how I broke my nose. Finally, she tensed and let out a low moan, she relaxed her grip and leaned back. I finally got my breath back and started licking the whole area to clean what I could. She told me to go get a warm cloth and clean the rest up real nice.
