Chapter 2: Caribbean Lust
As our plane made its final approach the scenes from the window were familiar but no less spectacular than when I had first visited the island. The sun glistening on the surface of a translucent aquamarine sea giving way to a border of sand beach and wind blown palm trees. In the distance a lush green tropical rain forest rose toward mist tipped hills. Arriving in the Caribbean is to visit a special kind of paradise. My wife Ann and I had returned here many times, to an old but very modern resort area, where one could lose oneself in the beauty of the place. Now independently wealthy, we were semi-retired, benefactors of the .com economy. And travel and leisure were a bigger part of our life than ever before.
This trip we were accompanied by a business associate, Ken and his young wife Brandy. Despite having more money than he could ever dream of spending Ken was a hopeless workaholic. I had convinced him to take a week off, pay some attention to his stunningly beautiful young wife, and enjoy life. Ken, in his early forties, had divorced his first wife, their marriage a casualty of his tireless work ethic. He had met Brandy, fifteen years his junior, when she had hired on as his administrative assistant. It hadn’t taken long for the two of them to get together. She was a bright, inquisitive young lady and was a good match for the more conservative Ken.
Ann and I had met at work as well. I developed computer programs while she was in marketing communications. Both now in our early thirties we had dated, lived together, and finally married. After the company we helped establish was bought out we decided it was time to move on and now did mostly freelance work in our respective fields. Ann and I enjoyed a very open sexual relationship. She is bisexual, a fact I became painfully aware of at the time we first met. I had unwittingly put the moves on her date, something she didn’t appreciate at the time.
This lead to a rather interesting courtship and some of the hottest sex one can imagine. I encouraged her not to deny her attraction to women, and was very cooperative in accommodating she and her female lovers. Occasionally it led to a threesome, but mostly it was Ann sharing with me, in vivid detail, her sexual encounters. We both found this hot, and our sex life enhanced as a result.
One of Ann’s female companions was young Brandy. The two had met at Ken’s company Christmas Party. At a subsequent lunch date Brandy confessed her curiosity about women and Ann, never to be one to pass up an opportunity, had taken full advantage. Since then she and Brandy made love regularly, in fact I suspected Ann probably was with Brandy more than Ken was. This was the only thing that worried me about the vacation plans. How would Ken react if he found out my wife was fucking his wife?
“Bill, if it concerns you that much why did you invite them along?” Ann finally asked, somewhat put out with my continued expression of concern. “I think they need time away together, Ken is so damn busy and won’t slow down so long as he’s home.”
“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much, Brandy loves cock as much as she loves pussy. Ken will have all he can handle and more. Just make sure you two take a few afternoons and go golfing, or deep sea fishing…”
“While you go muff diving with Brandy,” I interjected, then smiled. We both laughed as Ann shook her head in mock disgust. As always she was discrete and in control. I was worrying needlessly.
The wall of heat and humidity hit us as we left the air-conditioned cabin of the aircraft. Slightly inland at the airport the temperature was oppressive, easily 100 degrees Fahrenheit with 90% or more humidity. It almost took your breath away as we walked the short distance across the ramp to the terminal building. I noticed heads turning as Ann and Brandy made their way into the customs area. Both were incredibly beautiful and there was no doubt, with the bright sun behind them, there would be a wonderful silhouette of them both as they approached.
While we waited in the queue for the custom’s agent Ann looked at me mischievously. She was carrying a straw bag, one she had purchased on the island during a previous trip. I moved closer. “Do you think I should declare these?” She whispered as she opened her bag just wide enough to give me a look inside. Pale blue lace panties were on top, a stain showing the wetness of the crotch area.
“Brandy’s?” I questioned as Ann nodded. “On the plane?”
“She is now a full fledged member of the mile high club for women,” Ann answered with a triumphant grin.
“You’re incorrigible…when?”
“Oh about halfway through that horrible in flight movie,” Ann replied. “I had a small vibrator with me and held it to her clit while I finger-fucked her. She tried to keep quiet but I made her come so hard she cried out. We got some strange looks when we both came out of the restroom.”
A customs agent interrupted our conversation and directed us to proceed to his counter. After supplying our passports and answering some routine questions we soon moved through to the baggage claim area where we rejoined Ken and Brandy. Everyone was in good spirits as we collected our luggage and proceeded to the transit area for the short ride to the resort.
Check in at the resort was fully automated. Our luggage was taken directly from the transit vehicle to our rooms while we were briefed on the resort grounds and amenities. The grounds extended along two miles of beachfront property. The extreme eastern end, being somewhat secluded, permitted nude bathing. Ann and I often found we had this area pretty much to ourselves, and had enjoyed sex there, both under the sun and under the stars. From there, toward the hotel was a long stretch of beautiful sandy beach, protected by a reef some quarter mile off shore. A number of standalone private villas were located along this area well back from the shore.
The main facilities included a variety of shops, a large open air dining area, a fresh water swimming pool, and various venues for sports including beach volleyball. A small marina was off to the left of the pier. To the west were the long rows of beach houses where most of the guests stayed.
We had reserved one of the private villas for the four of us. They were well appointed two bedroom dwellings back far enough from the beach to blend into the palms and other shoreline vegetation. I had preferred to stay in the multi unit beach houses, mostly due to their location right on the shore. However, Ann wanted to try one of the villas and insisted we could get to know Ken and Brandy better in a more private accommodation. As usual, Ann had prevailed.
“I can’t believe how much cooler it is here, I thought we were going to melt in the heat when we were at the airport,” remarked Ken as we left the lobby area to join Ann and Brandy who had gone on ahead to the pool area.
“It gets pretty hot in the afternoon but there is always a breeze,” I commented. “And nothing a cold beer or a yellow bird cocktail can’t remedy.” As we approached we could see both Ann and Brandy standing by the poolside bar. The two were eye candy. Ann with her jet black hair, dark brown eyes, creamy skin, ample breasts, and round ass. Brandy, the classic blonde, blue eyes, pale skin, smaller breasts but with trim youthful curves to a hip, ass, thigh, and leg combination that was pure magic.
They were talking with two women at the poolside bar. One was a short, heavier woman, with short brown hair, likely in her mid-thirties. Her yellow string bikini barely restrained her breasts, not because they were particularly large, but because the cup was easily a size to small. Numerous tattoos were noticeable despite her deep tan, particularly one of a sea horse, the tail neatly coiling its way around her breast. Her belly protruded slightly but she was obviously athletic, neck, arms, and shoulders well developed with good muscle definition. The bikini bottoms strained to cover an ample butt and thighs.
