Ever since Marie had first got together with James in the Barclay Islands, she had been dying to return to the Caribbean with him.
It had taken a couple of years before she dared to ask him. Although they had been seeing each other regularly (or as regularly as his globe trotting life permitted), he was an extremely private man and she had doubted that this day would ever come.
But now it was the year of her 50th birthday, and James had decided to indulge her and travel with her to Jamaica, to a couples resort she always wanted to go to, Sans Souci. The name of the resort meant without worry, which is what she was as she sat beside him, ready for takeoff from her adopted hometown of Syracuse, New York. She had come a long way from the Mormon girl from Ohio who had her first BBC from a student she was tutoring back in the 90s. That sassy ash brown haired, blue eyed curvy short girl was now a woman who was even curvier, with some silver streaks in her hair. Marie was no less passionate than she was as a teenager and twenty something. Now she was proudly 50, happily married, poly, bi and kinky, flying off to paradise with the most handsome man in the world.
James was 6 feet tall, fit, black (the most perfect caramel colour you could imagine) and worked in...well, she didn't know! He was a professional with a six figure income, and he was honest about everything with her except his work. Sometimes she thought he was a spy!! He was in his late 30s, made her laugh every time they chatted or saw each other, and fucked her with what seemed to be the power of 10 men. He was so secretive that he had booked everything (while she insisted on paying her own way) to preserve his secret identity. No matter! She had once been curious but came to accept that she would never know some things about him. What she did know is that he was the greatest lover she ever had, and nothing else mattered.
Marie was a professional too; she worked in research and she loved that James was also an avid reader, a good writer, and a man with interesting and well-argued opinions. Pillow talk was so much better with an intelligent man. That's why she married her husband! It was rare to find someone who matched her intellect and sexual appetite, which made her a picky slut. James fit the bill on all accounts.
James smiled at her and grasped her arm as they took off; he knew that she didn't like that part. Once they had reached altitude, they had a drink and a snack, and they settled. James was reading Hemingway and he also had a book about Nazis in his carry-on. Marie was listening to music and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of white beaches and passionate nights.
Suddenly, she felt warm and she roused from her slumber. She had an eye mask on and a blanket on top of her.
"James?" she said.
"Relax, baby, I am just trying to make you comfortable" he whispered in reply.