I had been assigned to a project on a Caribbean island with my work, so seeing the opportunity for a free vacation my wife traveled with me. My company secured a long-term rental of a fully furnished apartment with a full kitchen in a fabulous location with beach views so we were all set to go.
We spent the first weekend enjoying the beach or seeing some of the local sites, hiking the nearby rain forest and park. Monday came around and I started my job.
Since I worked during the day my wife would head to the beach at the resort we were near. After work I'd rush home, get into my swim suit and join her for some relaxing beach time and wind down catching the last rays of the day.
At night we would find a different restaurant and sample the local cuisine, then return to our "villa" for more drinks and usually capped the night off with good sex.
We had heard the news about this new "flu" that was sweeping the world and that there were a few cases springing up in the US. But were told that we had nothing to worry about, so we went about enjoying our island time.
About our fourth day on the island the news said things were getting worse back home, but still pretty clear on the island so we didn't give it much thought. Day five everything changed. It seems a tourist from one the cruise ships came ashore and they were apparently infected with the "Covid-19" virus. We were staying nowhere near the port, so we weren't really too worried, but it was enough of a scare that the governor shut down all incoming and outgoing travel unless you already had a ticket.
When we planned all of this we had no idea how long my wife would stay so we figured we'd buy a return ticket when she was ready to go home. Now she was stuck on island and we had no idea how long things would remain shutdown. Oh well we both conceded, there were definitely worse places to be stranded!
What did happen was a mass exodus of vacationers from the island, including most of our neighbors that were staying in adjoining timeshares/villas in our little cluster.
The other residents of the villas were staying as weekly or short-term rentals or timeshares and left quickly while they could.
We went from a robust group of about 30 like minded sun worshipers, most of us chatting and having drinks in the evening around the outside community patio, to the place basically being abandoned. The few that stayed were residents of the big city and felt better being isolated away from the city and the crowded spaces.
The governor also shut down all non-essential on island travel, to include work, so my job was put on hold. This left my wife and I stuck around the house getting bored, especially since beaches were also closed. We did have a nice sunny balcony so my wife could continue sunbathing.
She would occasionally go topless and even bottomless when the mood struck her. The Balcony did have a low front wall about knee high, so as long as she lay on the floor below the wall, she would not be seen.
Seeing her in a skimpy bathing suit and sometimes nothing at all while going for the 'all over tan' had me quite randy and pestering her often. With no other 'beach goers' to keep me in check, I became 'quite a pest' as she put it.
One afternoon she was lounging on the patio au' natural'. I tried to respect her privacy and let her read her book, but when I looked up she was lazily opening and closing her legs, flashing me her beautiful shaved snatch. I couldn't help myself. I quietly crawled over to her, timing her movements, I planted my face between her legs as she opened them. This surprised her causing her to jump, but quickly realizing what was happening, she tossed her book aside and instead grabbed my hair, pulling me in tighter.
I ran my tongue all over her outer lips, relishing in the sweaty saltiness of her skin.
Her not so gentle nudging of my face told me where she wanted my lips and tongue. Happy to oblige her, I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, dropping to repeat this move several times. She even raised her hips enough to allow me to swipe my tongue across her nether hole a couple of times.
"Make me cum." Was her only command.
I happily lick my way up her slit to find her clit hard and distended. I commence to polishing it with my tongue while sucking it into my mouth. I slip two fingers into her, curl them forward and make contact with the front wall of her vagina.
That did it for her. Her thighs slammed shut around my head and her hips began to bounce off the towel. She stiffened, ceasing all movement, and then a deep quiver began in her belly. She grabs the back of my head trying to pull my face in deeper.
I give one last hard suck on her clit and hang on for dear life.
A low guttural moan turned into a high squeal, then into a shriek. If we had neighbors, they would have been well informed of what just happened as she screamed. "Suck my clit!" Her orgasm peaked, the flood gates opened, and she proceeded to flood my mouth with her sweet nectar.
It was as if someone had popped the cork on a hot bottle of champagne, her juice was squirting everywhere, my face, her thighs, and the towel under us was soaked.
I know her needs pretty well and lowered my face a bit and drove my pointed tongue up into her cunt, causing even more to squirt out. She was shouting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Then. Yyyyyyeeessssss, fuck me with your tongue!"
After a couple of minutes of me nursing at her pussy and trying to clean up any liquid I could reach, she opens her thighs and released me. I start to climb up her body hoping to sink my cock into her, but she has other ideas.
Rolling out from under me, she makes a dash into the villa and heads to the bathroom. "I had to pee when you surprised me, but it felt so good I had to let you continue!" she tells me while sitting on the pot.
Finishing up and flushing, she comes into the bedroom where I am laying on the bed with my turgid member pointing to the ceiling. She simply pulls on a thin beach cover-up and sits beside me.
"He looks ready to play!" she says grabbing me with both hands, sliding them up and down.
"Oh he's more than ready." I tell her.
"Well, he's just going to have to wait, I'm still upset from you pestering me when all I wanted to do was get some sun and read my book." She says while letting me go and hopping off the bed.
"Obviously not upset enough to ride my face and let me give you an orgasm." I grumble.
"Not sure I'll ever be that upset with you, I'm just going to make you wait for yours now." She rebuts.
"Fine, I'll take care of it myself!" I say reaching down and beginning to jack off.
"You know the rules mister!" She counters.
Grudgingly, I let go and simply respond with. "Yes."
Years ago, in the middle of a world class, toe curling blowjob, she got me to agree that I would only cum with her permission. I rarely go more than a couple days between orgasms, but she has pushed the envelope to a week a couple times when she wanted me to 'save it up for a special occasion'.
She later modified our agreement that she gets to choose how I reach orgasm and what happens to my spunk. Bottom line is that I usually eat whatever I shoot.
Cream pies have become a favorite of ours, but so has me licking my spunk from her tits, ass, hand, etc. We have even used it as a salad dressing or dessert topping on occasion.
Anyway, back to the present. I hop off the bed and follow her out of the bedroom.
"Open a bottle of wine for us while I decide your fate." She laughs.
Popping the cork and filling two glasses I go to find her. She has opened the front doors and is sitting on the front patio. She pats the chair next to her.
"I'll go put my shorts on" I tell her.