On the first day of the reggae festival, Lizzie and I decided we'd have a lazy morning although in fairness every morning we were there so far had been lazy - the only exertion being a quick swim before breakfast and, of course, a considerable amount of fucking - I've always been a "morning person" in that regard. Lizzie is more of an "anytime at all person", so it works out.
After a leisurely poolside lunch, we changed out of our swimwear and got ready to head off..
It was hot, and Lizzie had chosen to wear a pair of white linen trousers - loose, airy, and stylish - think 1980s Miami yacht club - except at her ass, where they fitted like a glove, showing off her amazing rear end and tight enough so that the tiny white thong she wore was the only way to avoid a case of visible panty line, which Lizzie hates.
The trousers were paired with a thin black halter top with wispy, delicate straps over Lizzie's golden, tanned shoulders.
Finally, Lizzie wore open-toed sandals with a slight rise and a faux-diamante strap that sparkled under any sort of light once dusk drew in.
Lizzie has small tits and often doesn't wear a bra, so she didn't on that evening - I really love her going without a bra, it's so exciting to see evidence of her arousal when her nipples push against the fabric of her clothes.
Lizzie wore some simple gold drop earrings and a matching bracelet.
Things being much more straightforward for me, I pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and a white shirt and we headed out.
The festival was adjacent to our hotel and after a short queue we were in, cocktails in hand, happily seated on stools at one of the many outdoor pop-up bars, listening to the music and watching the band on the stage maybe 50 feet away.
As the sun set the place filled up rapidly and the pace and volume of the music rose accordingly.
I was feeling quite drunk, with the heat and the never-ending cocktails, and I could see from Lizzie's flushed face that she was too.
Grinning, and nodding in the direction of a young couple dancing slowly, locked in an embrace, mouths pressed together, my wife said, "Have you noticed that there is a certain lack of, well, inhibition amongst the younger crowd?"
I hadn't really been paying attention, so I looked more closely at the couple and saw that the man had his hand firmly on his woman's ass, moving it in slow circles, but coming back to rest always between her thighs, her short skirt stretching as he pushed the fabric in between her legs, clearly managing to touch her cunt as he did so.
Each time he touched her, her bare legs trembled a little. As they rotated slowly into profile, I could see that the young man had a large bulge in his black formal trousers.
As I stared, Lizzie grabbed my hand and said, as softly as she could over the music, "Look behind me, in the corner."
My own cock stirring, I looked over my wife's shoulder. The light from the stage fell dimly there but I could clearly see another young couple, sitting on the grass, backs to a tree, kissing passionately. I jumped a little and focused - yes - she had his cock in her hand.
For his part, he had a hand all the way up her dress. I couldn't see from where I was, but I was sure that he was fingering her cunt.
Lizzie turned her head and we both openly stared, transfixed. I'm sure that the couple was too busy to notice us, and I soon forgot any reticence I may have had as the girl stopped kissing her partner, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and, with her chin on his shoulder, eyes closed, pushed her legs straight out in front of her, opening them without a care as she did so.
Lizzie and I kept watching.
"Is she..?" asked my wife, in a dreamy, slightly drunk, aroused voice.
"Yes.", I said, "She's cumming, I'm certain - listen."
We strained our ears and both clearly heard a feminine cry of pleasure leave the girl's parted lips, her head thrown back, holding her weight off the ground with her arms around her lover's neck.
As we watched she collapsed limply back against him, her head on his shoulder once more, eyes closed.
The man withdrew his hand from between her legs and, casually, wiped both sides thoroughly on her dress, before getting shakily to his feet, zipping his fly, and wandering off without a word, bottle of beer back in his hand.
"A gentleman", smiled my wife, but I knew she was turned on. Casual encounters that are purely about making the other orgasm and then going your separate ways without a second thought are very much something Lizzie enjoys.
Crossing and uncrossing her legs several times, perched on her barstool, a focused look on her face as she scanned the throng in front of us, I could see Lizzie getting more aroused. I was delighted to see the outline of her nipples showing clearly through her thin top.
Standing, my wife held her hand out to me and took me into the middle of the dancers, where she wrapped her arms around me.
My dancing is awful, but it barely mattered as Lizzie pushed against the lump in my trousers, moving with the fast beat, the loud bass vibrating in my chest as the lights from the stage swept over us, illuminating us like a searchlight for a brief moment every few seconds.
My cock was pressing into her tummy, and then, as she turned and bent, into her amazing ass.
With her back to me, grinding her ass into my crotch, Lizzie looked over her shoulder and said, "Make me cum - do it here."
My cock grew fully hard immediately, and Lizzie felt it, moaning a little and pushing back harder.
I reached around Lizzie's hip and pressed two fingers firmly against her cunt through her clothes as she parted her legs and bent her knees a little.
She was leaning back into me now, her hands piling her hair on her head as she does when she's really into the dancing, eyes closed as her hips swayed and her ass ground against my cock. Lizzie was making sure my bulge nestled between her ass cheeks and it felt amazing.
With a thrill, I realised we were being watched.
There was a younger man, non-descript, unmemorable, but with such intense eyes, fixed firmly on my wife as she approached orgasm, that I couldn't tear my own gaze away from him.
I whispered in Lizzie's ear, "You have an admirer".
Opening her eyes just as the man took a couple of steps forward, Lizzie too made eye contact with him and groaned aloud. Lizzie absolutely loves to be watched, particularly when she cums.
I intensified the strength and speed of my rubbing, and Lizzie's legs started to shake as her breathing grew irregular. We were both staring at the stranger, who was now about 10 feet away, separated from us by thronging bodies, meaning he kept having to move slightly to retain line of sight.
He was moving slowly, inexorably towards us as if in a trance.
Just as he made it within inches of my wife, she came.
I held her tightly, an arm around her waist, as I felt her breathing deeply, her heart hammering away in her chest.
The moment she began to cum, the stranger reached out and gently put his hand on her cheek in an oddly tender gesture.
I was a little confused by it but it drove Lizzie over the edge again and this time she really did need my support as her legs wobbled, her eyes still locked on the stranger's.
As his face moved inexorably closer to Lizzie's, I realised that he was going to kiss my wife.
Lizzie was way ahead of me, and clearly caught up in the moment, she draped her arms around his neck, her ass still against my aching cock, and, parting her lips, kissed the stranger deeply, passionately.
