Just An Average Wife
A mundane couple goes on vacation
Hi, I'm Tracy and I have to write what happened down while it is all fresh in my memory. I don't know that I will ever share my story but something inside me needs to write it down anyway. It is important that you understand that I have always considered myself to be a middle of the road average person. I grew up in a very conservative household and my father was a bit of a tyrant, at least when he was home. He tended to go to bars and pick up women rather than spend time with my mother and me. I lost my virginity in high school, and it wasn't a fun experience. I married my first husband as a 'fuck you' to my father. I realized the error I had made three years into the marriage.
I know that my first husband would have been happy to keep me and was a bit put out when I filed for divorce. He really enjoyed having someone to keep his house clean and to suck his dick. I guess in the dick sucking department I am not average. I happen to like doing it and I swallow. So, while I didn't mind the dick sucking, I did get tired of being his maid service. To be honest, I was tired of him. I married him because I liked him, not because I loved him, and I knew he would piss of my father. My father being a tall and trim workaholic and my husband being a very overweight and lazy hypochondriac.
I was living alone, just barely divorced, when I met Dan. I didn't know at the time he was the one. He said something very dirty to me the first time we met at a bar. We were both drunk. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn't. That deep voice, and the way he said it, sent a thrill through me. He kissed me and it nearly undid me. Nobody had ever kissed me like that. I lost track of him that evening and we went our separate ways.
One other thing about me that is not average is the way I look. I'm tall for a woman, standing at just under six feet. Imagine a tall Sigourney Weaver with a cup bigger boobs and brown hair down to my butt. Dan was shorter than me my three inches. The funny thing is that I never once considered that when I was with him or thought about him. We met up again through mutual friends and went on a few dates before we consummated our relationship. He was, and is, the best lover I have ever had. He brought me to places in bed that I didn't know existed.
I have to brag on him a little bit. He is a well-endowed man. I have measured it at 8-1/2" long and almost as big around. He is big and thick and so wonderfully good. We have gotten very intense and animalistic in bed and the only pain I ever felt was the good pain of that wonderful cock pushing against my cervix. That and his broad muscular shoulders and his blue eyes and a million other things. I fell in love with him, and we married a year later. I have never regretted a moment of our marriage.
As a middle of the road person my sex life was middle of the road as well. A very nicely paved middle of the road, but middle of the road none the less. We never discussed or considered wife swapping or sharing. It just wasn't on our radar. We jazzed up our bedroom fun with dirty movies and new positions, but we remained mundane for the most part. Not boring, just mundane.
I like a mundane marriage. Mundane is safe and doesn't require me to socialize much. I always feel awkward socializing. Dan chides me about it, but he doesn't understand the way it feels to be called 'long legs and fried eggs' in middle school. To be the tallest girl by a wide margin throughout school. It makes for a less than positive body image. Dan loves my body, but in my heart of hearts I am still that tall gangly girl ridiculed in school. Despite all that he loves me.
You don't need to hear about the day-to-day details of our marriage. Suffice to say we had a few arguments, but they always ended with fabulous makeup sex. We just went on loving each other and working hard. We worked so hard that we didn't get around to taking a vacation until we both turned thirty. We decided a tropical beach was the perfect solution to a cold January and we headed to Jamaica.
He had traveled outside the country on business several times. I had never been on an airplane. My first takeoff in an airplane was with my eyes tightly closed and a death-grip on Dan's arm. The landing probably would have been the same if he hadn't distracted me with the view out the window. I was so very excited, but also tired from a long day's travel. While we waited for our hotel bus several locals tried to sell us weed right out in the open! I used to smoke a little weed in high school and college, but I could really take it or leave it. Dan suggested that if we wanted weed, it would probably be a bad idea to buy it standing in front of the airport. I didn't much care, but I suspected he was interested in getting some while we were there. It was vacation after all.
An hour in a hotel bus over unimproved roads, watching the cows tied to billboards inches from the road, put the kibosh on my excitement. By the time we got to the resort I was exhausted. The resort we had chosen was all inclusive and adults only. We didn't want to worry about carrying money around and we didn't want the pitter patter of little feet interrupting a long romantic kiss. We figured that this kind of resort would let us have fun, feed us well, get us drunk, and not mind if we made a little noise in bed.
We spent the first half hour of our stay with wonderfully kind staff explaining the many amenities the resort offered. It was a bit overwhelming but eventually we got to our room. I insisted that we immediately change into our swimsuits and jump into the ocean. Dan managed to catch his board shorts on some coral and ruined them. A short time later we found the bar and had ourselves a nice beverage. Then we had another. After the third we decided a nap was in our immediate future.
We woke two hours later and got into the shower together. The resort had put some thought into the shower. First, it was large enough to be its own room and second, it had an alcove that served as a handy replacement for the bed when drying off would take too long. The shower wand and various shower heads ensured that water could be aimed in the most delicious places. We got pretty stirred up and tested the alcove. It worked fabulously. It was amazing with the warm water raining down on us and him penetrating me so deep. I will always remember that first lovemaking session at the resort.
We were staying in a private bungalow with an ocean view. We had our own small private pool in the back, just outside the sliding doors. It was awesome playing with Dan in that pool. We could get frisky without anyone noticing or interrupting. During our stay we took advantage of that pool. Even though we had it I wanted to spend most of my time on the beach near the ocean. I could find a swimming pool at home, the ocean not so much.
A wonderful dinner later we went to the ocean front bar. Island entertainment was offered on the beach, and we drank too much and watched the dancers. Dan got dragged into doing the limbo. They tried very hard to get me to do it. Between my height and my antisocial tendencies that wasn't ever going to happen. It was pretty funny watching Dan try to get low. He did his best but couldn't compete with the locals.
We made our drunken and laughing way back to our bungalow and were asleep within minutes. The following morning is when things started getting interesting. We had breakfast in our bungalow then headed to the hotel store to find Dan some swim trunks. Regretfully, they only had the speedo style. I cursed internally at the exposure my husband's big dick was going to get while wearing them, but I figured 'what the hell, we are on vacation' and let it go.
Shortly after that we headed to the beach. We had just spread our towels on the crowded beach when another couple approached. They asked politely if they could settle next to us and we, of course, said that it was fine. I figured we would just ignore them, but I hadn't factored in my socially oriented husband. He immediately struck up a conversation with the man. His name was Brian and his wife's name was Erica. The Browns seemed like nice people. They sure were attractive. He stood two inches taller than me and was built like a runner. I found him immensely attractive as the polar opposite of my husband.
My husband may not be tall, but he is built like a bulldog. Huge shoulders and big muscles define my husband. He could have picked Brian up and broke him in half. Brian on the other hand, was all lean muscle and I must admit, I enjoyed having a man around that was taller than me. It pushed a few of my buttons. Not that I would ever tell anyone. Erica was a petite blond beauty. Her perfect little body pissed me off a little bit. I could tell that Dan was quite taken with her from the moment he met her. The way she looked at his swim trunks didn't sit right with me either. This made me not a little jealous. Sorry, I don't claim to be consistent in my feelings.
I know it is a lot hypocritical for me to like the guy and dislike the girl just because my husband finds her attractive. It was what it was at the time. It didn't take me long to get over it. Erica was just too nice. Plus, she had the same fun-loving personality that my husband had. Which was another thing that pissed me off a little bit. She was an outgoing, never met a stranger, kind of girl. She was nothing like me and I felt just a little threatened. Nevertheless, I got over it after hanging out with them for an hour.
Color me shocked when two young men, college age and obviously twins, approached Erica. They walked up bold as brass and knelt next to her. She was quick to introduce them, "These two are Brian's brothers Jacob and Jeremy." They reminded me a lot of her husband. They were tall with Lean physiques, washboard abs, handsome faces, blonde hair, and blue eyes. They were eye candy of the highest order. All the sudden I didn't mind so much that we had company on the beach.
Looking at the big picture of our vacation we ended up with just the right mix of alone time for Dan and I along with a lot of fun with the Browns. A level of fun I hadn't planned for or would have ever thought I would ever have. Certainly not the mundane kind of fun I was used to. To be clear, I am not a social person. I was perfectly happy with just Dan and no one else, but sometimes circumstances put a person in a place they hadn't planned on, at all!
