Ron couldn't help but admire the lovely silhouette of his wife Jen's ass as she walked in front of him. Married for twenty three years and still just as much in love as when they first met, Ron, not for the first time, thought about how lucky he was. Jen was a very sexy five foot four and 119 pounds, with a body that she kept in shape by working harder than anyone at the gym. And when they came to St. Barth, she showed it off. Normally fairly conservative at home, when on vacation Jen never wore a top on the beach to cover her perfect C cup breasts, and her bikini bottoms, while not thongs, were always cheeky, and never failed to get Ron incredibly horny every time he walked behind her. Ron also made certain that Jen was happy with him as well. A former college quarterback, he worked out regularly and took a great deal of pride in not only not having a gut, but still being at his playing weight of 196 pounds on his six foot three frame. But Ron knew that women weren't attracted to just his body. He had clear, incredibly blue eyes, and more than once women had come up to him to openly flirt with an opening line about those eyes.
They were hiking into their favorite beach on their favorite island, much the same way that they had done every year for the past five, ever since they had discovered this wonderful paradise by the name of Saint BarthΓ©lemy. Every beach on Saint Barth is special...each looks like it hasn't changed since Christopher Columbus first discovered the island, but Columbier, that was their favorite. It took them twenty minutes to hike in on a trail that took them along the side of some very steep cliffs and sometimes seeing the ubiquitous goats that populate the island, but once there, it was their paradise.
This particular morning was more than a bit unusual as there were no cars in the usual parking places for the beach, but Ron thought nothing of it until they got to the beach and saw no one there. Not a soul. And in that moment, Ron realized that he and his beautiful wife would be alone on this spectacular beach. Not just his fantasy. Not just Jen's fantasy. But anyone's fantasy who ever set foot on sand by the ocean.
Still unsure as to whether Jen noticed their solitude or not, they laid their towels down and started soaking up the sun. Ron pulled a joint out of the beach bag, lit it, took a long toke and offered it to Jen. She likewise did the same.
Jen had in fact noticed that she and Ron were alone on the beach. And as she took the smoke into her lungs, she felt that familiar sense of both relaxation and sexual energy that weed always gave her. She shared another hit with Ron, and glancing slyly at him, took off her top and laid back, feeling the delicious heat of the sun's rays warming her body.
Ron laid beside her, but couldn't get his mind off of her body. He felt his cock getting harder and harder and finally reached into his bathing suit and took some of the pre-cum off of his now very hard head. He leaned over to his gorgeous wife, rubbed the slippery cum over a nipple and growled as much as whispered, "This is what you do to me..."