So, my wife watched away from the patio down the walk towards the main part of the resort. She was still talking to her slutty friend Gail from back home, on her cell phone, telling her about the last twelve hours of her slut for black cock adventures.
She looked fantastic as she walked away in her white string bikini, even the beach wrap she had covering her couldn't conceal the sheer material that showed off that sexy body.
My cock was rock hard from hearing her tell Gail how she sucked the big thick black cock of the porter who brought our bags to the suite. She had just started to go into detail about how Troy, the guy we met at the dance club last night, had fucked her pussy off when she started to walk away. Troy told her to meet him at the Jacuzzi Room at 9 am, and was looking to Gail for advice as to what to do. I knew what Gail's advice was, same as it always is. Suck and fuck any big cock you can find, especially when on vacation. It was just a couple minutes before 9 am, so she needed to make up her mind.
Well, I had made up my mind. I was going to see what was going on in that Jacuzzi Room in a few minutes. So I dressed real fast, headed out the front door down the walkway to the pool area. The bath house had a Work out room, a Hot Tub and Jacuzzi room with small Sauna inside it, also a locker area and bathrooms for men and women. This resort had everything, that's why I loved it.
I got there after my wife had just walked into the bath house, but I didn't see her as I went through the work out area to get to the Jacuzzi room. I thought to myself, if she asks I'll just tell her I got her note, and was headed to breakfast when I saw her walk in here.
Well, I went to open the door to the Jacuzzi room, but it was locked. I thought maybe she found it locked, and then went into the bathroom or locker area. I look around for her, then waited in the locker area to see if she would come out of the bathroom. Nothing. So, I went back to the Jacuzzi Room to see if I could get in some how. Now there was a printed out note on the door saying, "Down for Service. Will Re-open Shortly."
Obviously something was going on. I was determined to find out what, and where my wife disappeared to. I went around the outside of the building walked around it, but the windows to the Jacuzzi room were way up high. Unless I wanted to climb a up a tree and pretend I was coconut picking in broad daylight I was shot out of luck. I leaned against the outside wall under the windows frustrated, when I heard voices from inside. No, I couldn't make out what they were saying, but could recognize my wife's voice. Also what sounded like at least two male voices, both with an unmistakably island accent.
I guess she had made up her mind, but no way I could see what was going on so I walked away a little disgusted, and a lot hornier then I thought I could be. Making my way back to the main part of the resort I said to myself, "Time to start drinking heavily, and make your own fun."
I walked up to the main pool's bar, and wondered if the same guy was bar tending there. Rick was the awesome bartender that was here when we had our real honeymoon. I talked with him the first day we got there that ten tears ago, he started telling me after I ordered my first shot of Jack Daniels.
"Smart man, don't drink the crap they make here." Rick advised. "All these fruity drinks are made with the cheap syrups." "They know all the tourist folk drink them down like water." "Half of them end up back in there rooms sick as dogs." he explained further.
"They all want something cold, those frozen drinks are what they expect." I said back to him.
"I got something good for you to try my friend." Rick said smiling while pouring out my second shot.
"I don't usually make them here, just at home." "You gonna love this my friend."
Rick grabbed a huge handful of fresh pineapple, tossed it in a blender with some ice, than added Rum and a few other mixers.
"Just for you man." he said. "It's the Pineapple Daquari."
He poured it into a real tall glass, and I tried it. Awesome tasting with a nice kick, and no crappy syrup. He poured himself a small glass and drank some of it himself. He gave my glass a clink, and toasted me.
"You my friend are gonna have a good time here, I can tell." and he laughed.
Anytime Rick saw me after that during our honeymoon after that I was the Pineapple Man. He even started making a drink for me if he saw me coming up the walk, like I said awesome bartender.
So I turn the corner thinking no way he is still here, low and behold who is cleaning off his bar but Rick. Well, no way he remembers me after ten years I thought and I walked up to the bar smiling. He turned to help his first guest of the day which was me, then turn around from wiping down his bottles.
"Hey, it's the Pineapple Man. How you doing Pineapple Man?" Rick said, and like I said to myself awesome bartender. I laughed amazed that he remembered me.
"You don't look as happy as I remember you man." he said.
Then I remembered my last picture in Jamaica from our original honeymoon. I was in the middle of the pool with three big glasses of Pineapple Daquari's Rick made for me shaking my head at my new wife telling her I wasn't going back home. Yes, that picture was framed.
We laughed together, and he asked if I wanted a shot of Bourbon. Great memory I told him, and he poured two shots of Jack out.
"It's a little early for this but I'll join you my friend." as he grabbed one of the shots and held it up to toast with me.
"I always remember the good people." Rick said.
"I remember you bringing Felix that hat from your friend who was here." he said grabbing his blender tossing some fresh pineapple in.
"Shit, I forgot all about that." I said shocked.
The year before my friend had been here with his wife, and Felix was one of the other bartenders. I brought him a Felix the Cat baseball type cap from the states as a gift from my friend.
"A lot of people don't bother being so nice." Rick said. "They are here on holiday, and don't wanna be bothered." "Since you get it all included here, they don't even offer a tip to you." "We can't take the tip, but it sure is nice when the good people try to give you one."
I laughed, and remembered I tried to slip Rick a fifty before we left back then. He wouldn't take it, just smiled at me and said it was his pleasure to make sure I had a good time.
By this time I had a big tall drink of Pineapple Daquari in front of me. I talked with Rick for a while, and he told me he had it good there. There were some fun extras here he said, as a hot blonde walked by in a bikini and we laughed.
He asked if I was here with the same wife laughing, some men come back with the new ones over and over again. I told him we decided to come back for a second honeymoon here, we had such a blast. As time past people came up got drinks, and went on there way. It was around a little after 11 am, when I looked at my cell phone next. Having such a good time, and catching a quality buzz.
"Well, how are you doing my friend?" I heard an island accented voice behind me. I turned around, and it was Ed the limo driver.
