Our vacation last winter had been highly anticipated and much needed. Carrie, my wife of nearly ten years, and I had decided on something a little out of our comfort zone and booked a two-week-long holiday at the beach. We were both looking forward to reconnecting with each other and creating some memorable experiences together. I had no idea how much our lives would change by the time we departed the island.
I was hopeful that this trip might bring us closer together and most importantly jumpstart our lagging sex life once again. Over the past few years, it seemed like the spark between Carrie and I had lost a little of its heat. It certainly wasn't from a lack of interest from me. I would constantly encourage my wife to open up and let loose, but it seemed like she was always holding back. I am very attracted to her, I just wanted her to let me show her off.
Carrie had always been pretty shy and conservative in most respects. It was only after we got married I learned that it was especially true in the bedroom. Our sex life, while adequate, was a bit dull and not very exciting.
When it was time to make love, the sex was vanilla and pretty straightforward. We stuck to the basics with little deviation. It never included others and certainly no swinging. We were best described as your typical white middle-class straight monogamous couple living in suburbia.
I knew Carrie loved me and our marriage was strong. I felt very lucky to have such a smart and caring partner, her beauty was just a bonus. It wasn't like my wife didn't have any options, she could probably get any man she wanted.
It seemed like wherever we were, men would boldly approach her. Due to her innocent and trusting nature, it never occurred to my wife that they had ulterior motives. She was so used to it that she just assumed that it was normal. I think deep down she loved the attention.
In my opinion, Carrie is truly a knockout and easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. It's hard to believe that an average guy like me would have her as my wife. It's not that I was ugly, but I was certainly batting way out of my league.
My wife is just over five and a half feet tall and weighs about one hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet. Her shiny strawberry-blonde hair goes down to the middle of her back. I love how her green eyes sparkle when she smiles. With her kind and gentle nature, she is almost always smiling and living in the moment.
Carrie is in great shape with an athletic, but curvaceous body. I have to admit that my wife's most notable physical feature has to be her incredible natural breasts. They are what I noticed first on the day I first laid eyes on her. Ever since then, I have been completely obsessed.
For being so large and prominent I don't think she gives much thought to her torpedo-shaped tits. Amazingly, she probably doesn't even need a bra to contain her firm and perky set. They have almost no sag at all, sitting high and proud on her chest.
They are hard not to notice and look quite huge on her otherwise petite frame. Each perfect melon is topped off with thick gumdrop pink nipples that just beg to be sucked. She didn't seem to care how they always stuck out through her thickest padded bra.
It was a sure sign that Carrie was horny when her nipples got hard. It became a bit of an inside joke between us. Once I was able to get past her ever-present bust-minimizing bras she was putty in my hands. I could routinely get her off just by sucking and playing with them.
I know she loved it, but my wife was always a little shy about that fact. I would encourage her to go braless as often as possible and wear low-cut and revealing shirts. Every once in a while she would give in to my desires which would drive me wild with lust. We would have the best sex when she loosened up. Frustratingly, that seemed to be happening much less frequently these days.
Carrie didn't have too many friends, but she would often go shopping with her best friend Kelly. I didn't mind one bit because she would come home with something new and sexy to wear. Kelly knew exactly how to get my wife to loosen up and drop the church lady act.
The two women were as close as sisters and had been best friends since kindergarten. Kelly was freshly divorced and living with her new boyfriend, Grant. They had a place in the city about an hour away from us. We would often travel there to see them.
Grant was a nice guy and the complete opposite of Kelly's nerdy ex-husband. The well-built black man was a junior partner at a big law firm downtown. He and Kelly made a great pair and seemed like they were madly in love despite the rocky start of their relationship.
Kelly's now infamous affair and subsequent divorce was still quite the scandal around our small town where Kelly, Carrie, and I were raised. I knew about the illicit relationship from the very beginning as Kelly confessed all the gory details to my wife.
It was agonizing to face Kelly's unaware husband when I knew all about his wife's transgressions against their sacred wedding vows. Kelly had made a promise to my wife that it was over and that she was focused on fixing her marriage. However, that's not how it all worked out in the end.
Starting from the beginning, I knew that the two of them had met on vacation. The same resort we booked for our upcoming trip. Kelly and her now ex-husband had traveled there together for a relaxing vacation.
During the trip, her ex caught his cheating wife red-handed in bed with Grant. The poor guy was supposed to be out on a fishing expedition when the boat encountered engine problems and had to turn back early. Returning to the room he was greeted by the sight of Kelly and Grant fucking doggystyle on the bed.
I was completely shocked as he described the scene to me, but I was also strangely excited. He told me in detail how much bigger and more impressive Grant was both physically and sexually. They didn't even notice him standing there until Grant filled her full of his cum.
He said that he tried to defend himself and that there was a big fight. Of course, he didn't stand a chance and was ultimately defeated rather quickly. The police were involved and he was taken into custody while Grant remained free.
Unbelievably, Kelly ended up staying with Grant for the remainder of the trip. After spending a few days in jail the beaten and bruised husband was forced to take the first flight off the island.
Things didn't get much better when Kelly finally came home. They separated for a bit and tried to reconcile for a few months after the affair. He was hopeful that they could repair their broken relationship and move on.
It later came back that Kelly was seeing Grant the whole time. My wife told me all about it in confidence and made me swear not to tell Kelly's husband. It was awkward seeing him around as we both were members of the local golf club.
The girls would go out at least once a week to have dinner or shop, usually both. Carrie would come home with all sorts of wild stories about her good friend and all the nasty things she was doing behind her husband's back. Ultimately, Kelly ended up leaving the marriage when Grant asked her to move in with him full-time.
It was all water under the bridge now as the two of them had moved on. From what I understand Kelly's ex-husband got everything in the divorce as she simply walked away. I see him around from time to time but we rarely talk. I don't think he's been on a date since Kelly left.
The four of us ended up becoming quite close and they were even supposed to join us on this trip. Grant is a fantastic golfer and could easily beat me on any given day. I was looking forward to spending more time with him on the course and hopefully improving my game. Kelly and Carrie were looking forward to spending as much time as possible on the beach, soaking up the sun.
Unfortunately, they had to cancel when Kelly discovered that she was pregnant. Carrie was so disappointed that they couldn't make the trip, but she was so happy for her friend because she knew all about how long she struggled with infertility. It seemed Kelly wasn't the problem at all.
Grant couldn't have been more thrilled to become a dad once again. He already had three kids with two different women. The happy guy joked that he was ready to get clipped like his big brother, but Kelly seemed to think that he shouldn't do that quite yet. I knew for a fact she wanted a few more kids.
Kelly was having terrible morning sickness and she didn't want to be a burden to us. We offered to reschedule, but Grant insisted we go on the trip without them. They wished us good luck in starting a family of our own, something they knew all about.
Carrie was praying that she would return home pregnant. She informed me that she would be at the peak of her cycle during our trip. I was looking forward to all the sex I could get. I hoped I would finally fulfill Carrie's dream of becoming a mother.
Like I said before, our sex life was struggling, to say the least. Now that Carrie decided she wanted a baby the whole dynamic changed, for the worst. All of the spontaneity and fun had been replaced with schedules and body temperature readings. Carrie forbade me from masturbating and would insist we do it at least once or twice a week.
At first, it was fun, but after a few months of disappointment, it became more of a chore than anything else. With Kelly's help, my wife had spent a small fortune on sexy lingerie and cute little outfits to keep me interested. She had even stopped wearing bras because she knew how much I loved it.
