PART ONE - RELAXATION
A curtain of crystal water provided the illusion of privacy for those in the small poolside cavern. Katie swam over to her husband Steve and pulled herself up onto his lap as he sat looking out across the resort's pool.
"Happy anniversary, babe," she said, lifting his chin for a kiss. "Enjoying the view?"
Steve's eyes followed her long strawberry-blonde hair past her sparkling eyes, over her freckled shoulders, to where it floated around her pert breasts in the daring bikini.
"Oh yes, very much." He cupped her arse, practically bare in the skimpy bottoms, and pulled her tight onto his lap so she could feel precisely how much he appreciated the view.
She started to tug at his swim shorts.
"We can't! Someone will see!"
"I don't give a fuck," Katie whispered into his ear, licking at the lobe as she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and slid herself over her husband's long thick cock, nestling into his lap. She rocked her pelvis, teasingly slowly, while they kissed deeply, consumed with passion.
"I love you so fucking much," Steve replied, as his wife worked her magic over him.
Through the waterfall, Steve watched the leaves on the palm trees sway gently in the afternoon breeze, saw people swim ignorantly by, as his wife brought him and herself in a wave of mutual pleasure.
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Childhood sweethearts Katie and Steve had never been apart. They'd grown up together, lived one joint life with each other. When they'd inevitably married, young, some said they'd regret never having experienced relationships with other people. But they didn't need anyone else, and never had. Maybe the odd dalliance with others - they were after all attractive, highly sexed people - but nothing serious, and nothing to damage their strong partnership. They were, and had only ever been, just about each other.
For their honeymoon, the travel rep listened to their holiday wish-list - white sand, palm trees, all-inclusive, waterpark - and recommended the 6-star tropical resort "Utopia", themed around Neptune's kingdom of the sea. Extensive aquaria blended through the public spaces and weaved between pools, waterslides and lazy rivers. It was extortionately expensive for a young newlywed couple, barely twenty years old, but they pushed the boat out for such a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Now, for their tenth wedding anniversary and joint 30th birthday celebrations, they were back; just as much in love as they had ever been, but now more well-off after a decade of rising through their respective careers. Steve led a research science team in a start-up spun out from Cambridge University; Katie was a PR agent and photographer, having stepped behind the lens when an early modelling career started to peter out. She was still stunning to look at, but glamour work was so cruel, so she'd got out before hitting thirty and being pushed aside.
Katie had bubbled with excitement as the sight of Neptune's Crown (the stylised iconic hotel building) came into view while the transfer bus dropped off other guests at their own, less extravagant, hotels. The Crown rose, sparkling like an emerald set in a band of golden sand, over a bay of aquamarine blue waters.
On honeymoon they'd stayed high up in that crown, with a great view over the resort. But for this visit they'd had to be a little more prudent - yes, they were financially comfortable; but since the facilities were the same regardless of where you stayed, they'd agreed to take rooms in The Dunes - the conjoined hotel aimed at families and those looking to enjoy paradise on a slightly more modest budget. They could have stretched to a nicer room but decided to save their money for excursions.
They draped themselves over the sun loungers that were regimented around the sloped entry to the pool, sipping at mango coladas and watching the world go by. The sun beat down onto sweating tanned bodies, more or less covered in Lycra and sarongs.
The rich posh families sat in their private cabanas, shaded on raised platforms behind the rows of beach loungers covered in towels and belongings. Katie wondered what sort of person used those more exclusive areas. There was plenty of space for everyone anyway. But she supposed having waitress staff take your order and bring back your drink would be rather nice.
Steve couldn't help but notice the women. Oh god, the women! All shapes and sizes, colours and ages present, but naturally the eye was drawn to those with a particular shape and who carried themselves with a certain confidence.
Katie caught him staring. She didn't mind - their relationship was secure. The more turned on he got looking at others, the harder he'd fuck her later. And it gave her license to look as well. Plenty of pecs and abs to draw her attention; cute butts in speedos and shorts. And, she admitted to herself, the occasional well-filled bikini.
Katie and Steve were soulmates and couldn't imagine spending their lives with anyone else. But they understood sexual attraction. Lust burns fast and hot, and on occasion needs to be sated. They'd both had their own dalliances, in an open and honest fashion. Occasionally they'd learn something new that they could bring back to each other; more often, after the initial rush of hormones faded, the fire would be out. There would likely be no connection, no lasting relationship. Just a bit of fun to keep things interesting. They'd go back to each other, tell the tale of what happened, making each other all horny as they listened; maybe re-enacting the highlights, but definitely reclaiming the other.
A particularly fine young lady walked past them; how the bra string didn't slice her neck open given the load it was bearing was a mystery. Steve watched her tits bounce past him and smiled as he saw Katie checking out her tight arse in the tie-up thong.
"What?"
"I love you," he said, holding his glass out. Katie smiled, and clinked hers against it.
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"Oh, fuck yes, harder, harder! Slam it into me!"
Even with the aircon chilling the room, Steve could see the sweat making Katie's skin glow. With his hands on her hips, he thrust fast and deep into her from behind while she clawed at the headboard to anchor herself.
The sun had started to fade at the end of the day; they threw their towels into the collection bin and headed back to their room on the other side of the resort. Katie had her arm round his waist, stroking his side just above his hip in a way that she knew drove him wild. He rested an arm over her shoulders, fingers dangling and stroking just above the swell of her breast. The security guard winked at them as he checked their room keys for access to the lobby - he knew the score.
Back at their little room, Katie had the bikini top off before the door had even closed and was sucking on Steve's tongue as she led him to the bathroom. "I need aftersun," she pleaded. Which was true, but more so was a ploy to get Steve's hands all over her as he worked the lotion across her browning skin, making her slick with the oils. By the time she crawled onto the bed, naked and swollen with desire, he was achingly hard and short of breath.
His eyes ran cross her tight body, from her waist-length blonde hair down her short, curved back to her coccyx tattoo and her pert butt cheeks. A tiny triangle of paler skin pointed down into the crease between her buttocks - the costumes had been getting smaller, but she'd not yet dared wear the G-string to the pool.
Oh, how she drove him wild! He'd been fucking this beautiful woman for over half his life, and he knew he'd never tire of it. The tightness of her pussy matched only by her filthy mouth. And she was such a sweet thing to look at, a butter-wouldn't-melt face. Until you noticed that twinkle in her eye, the mouth curled upward slightly on one side. Then you wondered how deep the perversions might run.
Steve knew precisely how deep; they'd plumbed them together, on occasion with the assistance of a willing third party of either gender. The thought of it drove him harder, deeper and faster into her. "So fucking tight," he moaned.
