Island Vacation

Jen was still sleepy when she kissed Tim goodbye. Honestly, she would have preferred to have still been in bed this morning, but they had agreed to meet Mickey and Kate for breakfast. She had grabbed one of the new tops from yesterday's shopping trip and a comfortable pair of running shorts, giving little thought to the amount of skin that she would be showing to the morning breakfast crowd.

Forty minutes later she waved for the waiter to refill her coffee cup again, and closed her eyes, enjoying the morning Jamaican sun.

"Short night?"

Jen opened her eyes to see Kate smiling coyly at her from across the table. Somehow the four of them had been able to consume an entire breakfast without a word about the events of last night, yet as soon as the husbands were out of earshot Kate was eager for details.

"Yeah, you could say that," Kate answered, as she watched the warm coffee easing into her cup.

"Us too. You left Mickey in quite a state. Well, you left both of us in quite a state," Kate laughed.

"Tim seemed to be hard all night. And it wasn't just him," Jen confessed. "I don't ever remember being that aroused."

"Well, he's probably never had that much stimulation before. That was incredible, Jen. I'm getting wet thinking about it," Kate whispered.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I've been so turned on for the last few days and then hearing about what you did - and imagining it... well, it was just too much. And then Tim. I would have sworn that he hadn't had sex for a month. We were hardly in the room before he had me spread wide, pounding away. That's not how we normally do things. But it was exactly what we both wanted. Or needed."

"That was the first thing we noticed when we started playing with other people." Kate swallowed the last piece of her toast. "At first you just think about sex with other people. And that's great! But it's a lot more than that. What we do with other people is like some kind of supercharged foreplay for us."

Jen nodded, feeling yet another rush between her legs. "I don't know, it was like we were doing something 'naughty'. It just seemed to bring something out in me that I've never quite felt before." She paused for a second before adding "I guess I finally came to terms with being 'naughty'. I think I like it. I know Tim does!" She laughed as she said it, already missing him this morning.

"Naughty? Oh sweetheart, you left naughty a long time ago with that display last night!" Kate smiled. "I '

came to terms with it

' a while ago now, and I know I like it, and so does Mickey. At this point, it's become a part of who we are. Not all the time, of course, but whenever we can."

Jen nodded. "I haven't given it a lot of thought, but obviously this all ends in a couple of days for us. I can't even imagine doing this at home."

"That's why this place has become so special to us," Kate replied. "We do a little in the States, but only when we're traveling. And we have been known to take a trip now and then just to play."

They were interrupted by the waitress, retrieving their empty plates and offering another serving of coffee.

"I think we're good, thank you," Kate smiled at the waitress. "Jen, we should probably move this conversation somewhere else. Are we still doing something this morning? I really didn't plan anything in particular. We're basically packed, so we won't need much time to get out of here later."

"Honestly? I'm feeling sort of lazy today. Lack of sleep, I think." She found herself grinning again.

"Lazy morning it is then. How does the hot tub sound?"

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Tim didn't feel like playing golf. He couldn't get the images of the last 24 hours out of his head. They continued to play in some sort of continuous loop; each complete with every detail of the moment: Jen standing, nearly naked in the fitting room doorway; the dark hands on his wife; watching her on her knees, parting her lips to take Mickey's cock; Kate caressing her; the view of Kate looking up at him from his dick; and his wife masturbating in front of the entire resort! He could feel himself getting stiff again.

He knew that Mickey had been talking. He always was. But suddenly he became more acutely aware of the silence. He looked at his friend to see Mickey looking back at him, smiling.

"So, I think I can guess where you've been for the last few minutes," he chuckled.

Tim knew better than to deny it. "Yeah. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, so it's hard to focus."

"I don't think it's the lack of sleep." Mickey teased, "I think it's what kept you awake that has your attention. To tell you the truth, Kate and I didn't get much sleep either. Your wife is a very hot woman, and you are a very lucky man!"

"I still can't believe she did that."

"Well, she wasn't the only one having fun yesterday."

Tim nodded. "I know, but..." He paused, not only because he couldn't find the words, but because he wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to say.

The taxi pulled up in front of the entrance to the course, interrupting their conversation. Mickey paid the driver as Tim pulled their clubs from the back of the small car.

"Is that regret that I'm hearing?" Mickey asked as the car pulled away. "Are you upset by what she did?"

"No. Not upset. Just surprised. Really surprised. I would say 'shocked', except that everything has been so different this week. The Jen you know is not the Jen that I've known for all these years."

"Well then," Mickey flashed that familiar salacious grin, "I'm glad that this is the Jen I met!"

He began to pick up his clubs when Tim stopped him. "Listen, do you feel like another cup of coffee or a drink in the clubhouse before we go?"

"What's the matter," Micky teased, "Your wood not quite up to another round?"

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Jen slid into the hot tub, naked, allowing the warmth to surround her. She faced the sliding glass door, opened to Mickey and Kate's room. Her head filled with memories of what she had done there just a matter of hours before. She could still smell Mickey and nearly sensed Kate's touch on her exposed skin. The memories were almost palpable. She knew that she should have felt shame for what she had done but she didn't. In fact, the only emotion that she felt was a desire to do it all over again. All of it; from the dressing room at the store to the floor of the hotel room to the beach and everything that followed once she had Tim alone again back in their own room.

She could feel herself getting wet at the thought. She wondered if given the exact same set of circumstances she would do the same things again. Probably not, she thought. There were other paths she could have taken, other urges she could have indulged. Who knows what she might have done if she had been just a bit bolder. She was aware of the soft voice deep in her psyche that reminded her that she would be home in a couple of days. She chose, instead, to allow herself to hear the other, louder, more insistent voice of her own desire. After all, it reasoned, they would be returning to the real world soon enough.

"Topless, I see! Attagirl!" Kate moved through the doorway, dropping her top easily as she stepped up and into the hot tub. "Keep an ear out for the door. I ordered a pitcher of Mimosas. And don't worry, I'll behave myself when he brings them. If I have to!"

Jen figured there was no reason to correct her friend as she watched her carefully. She admired her confidence. Sexuality seemed to ooze from her. Of course, the fact that she was physically stunning, regardless of age, played a part in her sexiness, but it was more than that. She knew what she liked and wasn't afraid to express it. And her husband seemed to be completely turned on by it.

"Can I ask you a question?" Jen realized that the request was ridiculous. Kate was an open book, only too happy to share every detail of her life and choices.

"Of course." Kate laid her head back against the edge of the hot tub, allowing the warm bubbles to reach her long neck.

"Why isn't Mickey more jealous? I mean, aren't most guys more territorial about their wives? He actually seems to like it when people notice you or when you... um... you know." She struggled for words that were less direct than what she was thinking. She needn't have bothered.

"You want to know why me fucking other guys turns him on."

Jen was startled at the word. "Yeah. I guess that's it."

"Does it turn Tim on, too? Not me, I mean. You. Did it make him hard to see you with the guys at the store?" Hearing another woman talking about her husband's penis sounded strange to Jen.

"Yeah. It did," Jen said, remembering his stiffness grinding her from behind as the clerks groped her. And you saw him when we left here after... you know."

Kate laughed. "Yeah, I'm still surprised he was able to get his shorts over that thing."

"And that was pretty much how he was all night. And it wasn't just him. I can't ever remember being that wet, especially for that long."

"Well, I hope you did something to help each other out."

"Just about up to the minute you saw us this morning," Jen replied.

"Well, after that show last night, I would think so! Mickey and I needed two more rounds ourselves!"

"Hello! Good morning! May I come in?" The voice called out from inside the hotel room.

"We're on the patio," Kate called back. "I left a note on the door asking them to just come straight in. I was afraid we wouldn't hear a knock."

A tall young man with a serious expression and a large tray stepped out of the room into the morning light.

"Good morning, ladies. Where would you like me to put this?"

"Um, let me show you," Kate teased, winking at Jen. "Oh, you mean the tray?" she said with mocked surprise, "You can put that right here." She patted the side of the hot tub where the wide ledge provided an ideal space for the drinks. She leaned forward as she did, which caused her large breasts to rise above the surface of the water. Jen watched as the man both tried to look and avert his eyes at the same time. They fell on her and she felt herself suddenly sitting straighter, moving her breasts closer to the surface.

They giggled like schoolgirls as the man quickly finished his work and retreated from them. Kate poured them both a drink from the pitcher and then settled back into the warmth of the swirling water.

"The honest answer to your question is that I don't know. I just know that he likes it." She paused for a minute before continuing. "I guess when I think about it, I used to wonder that, too. But when we first started it just all sort of happened. I don't think we thought about it that much."

"Thinking about it confuses me," Jen said. "If I just do what I want to, it feels good, he's happy, and we're having fun. But then I start to wonder about things, you know?"

"Guilt?"

"Yeah, some of that, maybe. But I don't think so. I mean, I'm not cheating. Other than the barn Tim has been right next to me for all of it. I think more about why we like it. And I wonder if being normal will ever be enough for us again when we go back home."

"Normal?"

"Yeah, you know, Friday night sex, familiar routine, something special on his birthday, like everyone else does."

Kate laughed. "You mean like you think everyone else does."

"I guess. I mean it's what my friends do."

"Let me ask you a question. Are you going to go home and tell your friends what you did last night?"

"Of course not!"

"Are you going to mention letting a couple of strangers feel you up in the store or playing with yourself on the beach?"

"No."

"And here's an easy one. Are you going to tell them how hard Tim gets when he watches you touching another woman?"

Jen felt herself getting irritated.

Kate continued. "Here's my point. Very few people tell their friends about what really goes on in their bedrooms, especially if they're doing something that other people don't consider 'normal'" You don't know what other people do, and you don't know what turns other people on."

Jen shrugged and nodded, "I suppose that's true."

"Think about it. You didn't even know what turned you and Tim on until a few days ago. Or maybe I should say that you've learned something else that turns you on."

"And that brings me back to my question. Seeing how hard he gets when other men look at me..."

"And other women," Kate interrupted.

Jen blushed. "Okay. It just seems unusual to me. But then I see you and Mickey and obviously it works for you."

"He loves watching me with other people and I love having others see and admire me," Kate smiled as she thought about it. "And he's my favorite audience. Whether he's there or not!"

"See that's another thing. Doing stuff when he's not there." Jen stopped herself before she finished her thought.

"It didn't start like that." Kate played with the condensation forming on her drink. "And when we first began we would have never imagined that things would have developed that way. But, like you've been finding out, you don't really know what you like until you find yourself in the middle of it."

She took a slow sip of the mimosa. "Mickey and I were both a little shocked to find out how much we liked seeing other people have sex. And when we decided to let someone else peek at us we both knew that we liked that even more. Somewhere along the way, Mickey told me that he didn't care if people saw him or not, but nothing made him hotter than when people looked at me."

"He told you about that night in the drive-in. There were a lot of nights like that. Just letting guys watch. Sometimes he would stay back a little so it looked like I was alone. I would tease strangers and expose myself a bit. Honestly, back then I was just wearing clothing that was sexier than anything I normally wore, so it felt pretty scandalous. Looking back on it, I wasn't wearing anything that other women were, but it was a big step for me, letting me see my cleavage or some extra thigh."

"Yeah, I can relate," Kate nodded.

"Mickey remembers everything. It's like he has some kind of hard drive in his brain that remembers every tiny detail. And he wants me to remember them, especially if he's not with me so that I can tell him everything when I get back. But my mind doesn't usually work like that. I remember bits and odd pieces. Smells, colors, a specific reaction to being touched in a certain way. But there a few things that I remember like they happened yesterday. I think they're mostly the times that things move up a level.

Jen caught herself counting every time she had "leveled up" over the past few days. "Yeah, I've had a few of those this week."

"And sometimes," Kate continued, "they scared me a little." She paused, sipping her drink. "One of the first times I crossed a new line we had flown halfway across the country for a wedding. My sister's girl. At some point, we wound up with a little free time and Mickey decided that since we were so far away it would be safe to play one of our little games. I still made him drive an hour away to be sure no one from the wedding party would see us."

"We went to a mall of all places. In the middle of the day. When we got out of the car, Mickey went to the trunk and pulled out a shopping bag. Turns out that he had a little wardrobe picked out for me. It was nothing but a blazer, a pair of thigh-highs, and some tiny panties. To this day I don't know how exactly he talked me into it. Truth be told, he didn't need to do much convincing. I wanted to. In spite of my brain screaming that "good girls" don't dress that way.

"Did anybody see you?" Kate knew they had or there wouldn't have been a story, but she really wanted details.

"Oh yeah, they saw," Kate laughed. If I stood up straight they could see my ass. If I pulled it down my boobs nearly popped out the front. One guy followed me around for a half hour. And then there was the shoe salesman!"

"Like the old days, when they sat in front of you?"

"Well, I hate hearing them called 'the old days', but yeah. Let's just say he was very attentive." Kate took another sip of her mimosa. "The point is, after that day, I didn't really think that much about exposing myself. I liked it, Mickey liked it. So why not?'

Jen nodded. Why not, indeed, she thought.

"Then one year we flew down here for our annual week. I was so excited, thinking about spending a week with no clothes, and making Mickey hard teasing other guys. We don't do any of this around home, so I had this energy all pent up. Then everything got messed up for the trip. We spent the entire day in the airport, one delay after another. They finally sent us to Miami to catch another flight, and there was another problem there. Anyway, we finally got down here and it was so late that I was sure we'd be getting a hotel room near the airport for the night. But a driver was waiting for us. Mickey asked if there was any chance we could find something to eat because we were starving.'

She lowered herself deeper into the water, resting her head on the padded ledge, closing her eyes as she continued. "He took us to some little place that smelled delicious but looked terrible. I told Mickey I didn't want to go in, but he insisted. I was sure we were going to be one of those stories you hear about on the news. You know, the tourists who go to the wrong place and get robbed, or raped, or killed. But when we walked inside people greeted us like we were family that they hadn't seen in years. Before I knew it we were fed and dancing and I relaxed. Then that energy was there again. "

"At some point I found myself dancing with our driver. He was very good. He even taught me a few moves!" she laughed. "Then the music got slower and I kept dancing with him."

"Where was Mickey?" Jen interrupted.

"Watching me, mostly, but he did dance with a couple of women. At one point I saw that he had taken a seat in a booth toward the corner. I led the driver over to him and the three of us sat down. When I reached into Mickey's lap I was surprised to see that he was hard. I guess that's why he was sitting," she laughed again.

"He got turned on just watching you dance?"

"Well," Kate responded with a long Texas drawl, "the dancing had gotten pretty hot. The driver had his hands all over me, and I was grinding into him pretty good."

"Really? Didn't other people notice?"

"Of course they did! I was the only white woman in the place. The rest of them seemed to have known one another for years. So I was pretty obvious but I didn't care. I wasn't going to see them again. I think the combination of that pent-up energy or anticipation or whatever you call it, combined with a couple of drinks all played a part in the night."

"So what did you do?"

"The only thing a polite girl can do when she has two men in that state on either side of her." Kate's flashed that mischievous grin that Jen had seen in the barn. "I started playing with both of them."

"Wait, you what?" Jen was only mildly surprised at her friend. "Right there?"

"Uh-huh. I pulled them both out and started to stroke them." She opened her eyes and looked directly at Jen. " I started with the driver, then moved to Mickey. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Mickey came immediately. In fact, I think he started before I even had him all the way out. He was that excited."

Jen felt that familiar warmth surge between her legs at the thought of Mickey's erupting penis.

"Ten minutes later, in some dark parking place, I had sex with the second man in my life - while a couple of others watched," Kate confessed; her eyes closed again, a satisfied smile on her lips. "And before the week was over, I had experienced my third and fourth, too." She paused for a moment before adding, "That was a damn good week!"