A Wife's Vacation Adventure

The story of a couple who meet a solo man on vacation, and slip into a cuckold situation that they all enjoy. If you aren't a fan of cuck stories, don't bother reading this one. If you are, enjoy it.

My wife, Carol, had recently passed away after a very short illness, right before we were to vacation in the Caribbean. I was missing her more than I imagined that I would, and decided to go ahead and head down to St Bart's by myself. There was no reason to sit around our house, surrounded by reminders of her, while wasting the already-paid-for airfare and hotel suite.

Sitting around the pool by myself, I had plenty of time to observe the other guests. There were some families with kids at the resort and a few larger groups of friends, but the majority of the people were couples. There were young honeymooners, but more of the husbands and wives were older, which made sense since the resort was fairly expensive.

The peace and quiet really was good for my frame of mind, and after a few days I felt much more relaxed, and could enjoy memories of our life together without focusing on the end.

There were several couples that I took a little voyeuristic interest in, the wives mainly but I observed their interactions as a couple as well. One couple was from the northeast, and were almost openly hostile. Another older couple I met at lunch had been married 40 years, yet interacted like honeymooners.

There was one wife who I just couldn't ignore. She reminded me of Carol, a tall brunette who was fit but not a workout freak type. She had long legs, nice breasts, though on the smaller side, maybe C cups. Her waist was trim, her ass was firm, but her body was just a little soft. She looked to have had a kid or two, I was guessing she was in her mid-30s.

Unlike some of the women who were always trying to impress, during the day she wore no makeup or jewelry, save her wedding band, and took no pains to primp up. In the restaurant one night, though, I saw her walk in wearing a bright sundress, with her hair free around her shoulders and a tasteful makeup job, and she was stunning.

But she and her husband, though polite and nice to each other, seemed to be nothing but bored. She read books, he played on his tablet. If they swam, it was rarely together, and at meals their conversation was sparse.

They were often joined by another couple. Though they seemed to be on a shared vacation, they spent most of their time apart. The other man was obviously related to the husband, and when the two couples met up the wives would spend all of their time together, the men would do the same. Not a lot of enjoyable interaction, it seemed.

The first time the wife and I talked was in line at a lunch buffet, and a comment I made amused her. She laughed and turned to me, and in that moment I saw the real beauty in her. Her blue eyes lit up, her smile was brilliant, she was really a beautiful woman. She had a soft voice and a slow sexy accent, very South Carolina, which made her seem younger and more innocent.

I was sitting at the bar one night when they walked in. They looked to sit, but the only two seats were on either side of mine. As they turned away, I offered to slide over to allow them to sit together, and I was rewarded with that smile again.

After about 5 minutes of watching her check her Facebook, and him watch the tv over the bar, I began a conversation by asking her where they were from. She immediately slipped into a nice conversation, seemingly a little starved for engagement. I found out that they lived in Savannah. She'd won the vacation through a travel agency, and this was supposed kind of a second honeymoon, and a break from their two kids. They had brought his brother and his wife along with the other 2 tickets.

Her name was Jennifer, and she introduced me to her husband, Robert. He was friendly as well, and we had a lot in common, basic stuff like kids, baseball, and a fondness for classic rock.

They had actually met at a Stones concert, and my wife and I had seen them on our first date.

"So, where is Carol?" Jennifer asked, tentatively. "Y'all still together?"

I explained the situation, that she'd passed away and this trip was my first attempt to get out of our home and try to distract myself from grieving.

Her eyes widened, and teared up a little, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mike!" she said sweetly. She leaned to me and put her hand on my shoulder. Then she stood and gave me a strong hug, turning her head to my chest as I sat on the barstool. Robert gave me a sympathetic smile, and echoed her condolences.

Her hair smelled so fresh, like some kind of a floral shampoo, and I could faintly smell her perfume. I was moved by her act, and teared up a little, but I could also feel stirrings below my waist at the same time.

When she sat back down, she wiped her eyes. Robert gave her a hug from behind and said, "my wife's a very emotional person."

I replied that my wife had been as well, and that I appreciated their sympathy, but that we'd had 22 very good years together and I could enjoy those memories forever.

"Wow, 22 years," he said. "We've only been married 10. Any insight on keeping it going, so to speak?"

I thought for a minute, "Well, it seemed simple for us, guess we were just compatible. The kids were part of it, but I'd have to say that it was all about putting the partner first. We did a lot of things together, but also a lot on our own, and there was never jealousy when we were apart."

"What kind of things?"

"Well, I'd take golf trips with my buddies, ride motorcycles, stuff like that. She did beach vacations with her friends, weekends in the vineyards. We had a great life, but allowed each other to keep our individual lives as well."

"Bottom line, I wanted her to be happy, and she wanted the same for me."

Robert decided that we needed to toast Carol. "What was her favorite shot?" he asked.

Reminiscing, I laughed. "She loved tequila shots!"

3 shots of Patron arrived. "Salt and lime?" the bartender asked.

"Oh yes please," Jennifer answered for us. To me, apologetically, "I don't think I've done one of these since college."

We toasted Carol, did the salt-shot-lime. Training wheels, Carol would have called them. The grimace on Jennifer's face cracked me up, and her husband coughed a couple of times. "Wow!" they said, in unison.

"And Carol liked tequila, huh?" Jennifer asked.

I laughed. "No, she hated it!"

They both looked at me, puzzled.

"Well, she hated the taste, but she loved doing the shots with me."

Still puzzled.

"See, the first time we did it, she hated it, so the next time I told her that she just needed to hold the salt and lime for me, and I did a body shot on her."

They obviously were unfamiliar with the bar trick. Very unusual, I would think, for college grads today. Though I did remember how much mileage I got out of body shots when young ladies didn't know what was going on.

"Really, you haven't seen a body shot?"

They shook their heads.

"Good lord, what are they teaching at college these days?" I joked.

"Bartender!"

3 more shots lined up. "Just leave the salt shaker and limes on the bar," I instructed him. "Ok, you two need to do one."

They looked apprehensive. "How about we watch you do one first," Robert suggested.

"Well, that doesn't work. It's a teamwork thing, I'd need..."

Jennifer touched my shoulder. "That's OK. Since Carol isn't here, I'll just stand in for her."

"Well, it's kind of intimate," I warned.

"Do her clothes stay on?" Robert asked, half jokingly.

I laughed in return, "In the early versions, yes."

They looked at each other, then at me. "Well, alright then!" Jennifer said brightly.

If I'd been sober, I would probably have talked her out of it. But I'd had about 4 drinks, plus the shot. Looking at this beautiful woman, her long elegant neck, lush red lips, I couldn't decline.

I stood and took her hand, raising her to her feet, I placed her standing back against the bar. She looked pretty apprehensive, so I said, "Just relax. All you have to do is hold the salt and lime for me."

I remembered how this used to be such a great icebreaker, back in the day when it wasn't commonly known. It always seemed to go down exactly the same way.

Jennifer held out her hands, expecting to use them to hold the salt and lime. I took them and placed them behind her back, brushing her firm ass as I did. She looked a little surprised, as expected.

I took her chin in my hand, and softly lifted, "Look up."

As she did, I reached for a lime wedge, and brushed it on her lips. "Open."

Placing the lime in her teeth, "Bite gently." She started to giggle.

Once the lime was held in her teeth, I touched her jaw and tilted her head. She tried to look at me, and I repositioned her again, "Look up!"

Now she was standing there, hands holding her own ass, head up and tilted. She couldn't stop giggling. "I think you need to take this a little more seriously," I laughed. That only made her laugh more, and I couldn't ignore the way it made her breasts jiggle.

"OK, I'm not going further until you stop the giggling, young lady."

Finally she took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes sir," she muttered through the lime.

I took the salt shaker and leaned in, loving the scent of her perfume, then slowly licked her from the collar of her dress all the way up her neck to her jawline then back down, leaving her neck shiny with my saliva. Her giggling returned immediately.

I glanced at her husband, and was happy to see that he looked amused.

Shaking the salt into my palm, I smeared her neck with it, then instinctively did the old trick of pulling the neckline of her dress out a little and shaking salt down into it. "That's for later," I told them.

Time for the main event. I licked her again, cleaning her of about half of the salt, then tilted her head down to look at me. Her light-hearted attitude had disappeared, she had tripped into something more serious, definitely aroused. Her expression was so sultry, so sexy, that I was intimidated for a second. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I downed the shot, then leaned in to bite the lime from her mouth.

I realized that I should keep this part a little less intense than I would if I was trying to seduce her and just pluck it from her with my teeth, but she wasn't having that. She fought me, and we wrestled for it with our mouths, our lips sealing around it, the juice squirting into both of us. Our heads were turned, and now we were full on making out. The lime was missing, but now it was her tongue that I was sucking on.

Our illicit kiss went on for way longer than it should have, and finally we separated and I realized that my hands were on her waist and hers were around my neck. We were both breathing heavily.

Holy shit.

I avoided looking at her husband for a moment, but really couldn't tear my eyes from Jennifer anyway. She pulled back from me and turned to him. With a triumphant smile, she produced the lime on her tongue. "Ha!" she said as she took it in her fingers, showing her husband her trophy.

Looking at him at last, I was relieved to see him laughing at her, "Nice job, babe!"

Robert turned to me, and instead of warning or threatening me, he lifted his hand to slap mine and laughed. "That was awesome!"

She put the lime on the bar and took several deep breaths. Brushing off some salt, she turned to us and said, with an evil grin, "My turn."

I stood aside to allow her to set up the body shot on her husband, but was really surprised when she picked up the salt and a lime wedge and turned to me. I looked at Robert and he shrugged, "I guess turnabout is fair play!" I couldn't help but notice how he looked at her, he was obviously intrigued by his wife's sensuous demeanor. I saw him adjust his cock, and realized that this was exciting him.

Jennifer looked at me and licked her lips, I was taken by how aggressively pushed me back against the bar. Then she grasped my head and positioned it as I had hers, chin up to expose my neck. Her elegant manicured fingers held the lime for me to bite, but pulled it away quickly as I did, laughing as she did. "Psych!" she laughed.

She then placed it in my teeth, and leaned in towards my neck. She hesitated, and I felt her hot breath on me, even smelled the tequila and lime on it. Then she did an agonizingly slow lick up my neck, swirling the tip of her tongue around, then flattening it and bringing it back down. Shivers ran down my spine. Blood flowed into my cock.

I heard the salt shaker, and felt her hand softly touch the wet spot, smearing the salt around. There was a pause, and I waited for her to dump some down the collar of my shirt, as I had hers, but she had me beat, and pulled out the waist of my shorts and boxers. I realized that she was going to one-up me and salt my nether region.

What she failed to anticipate was the fact that my cock was almost fully erect from her oral teasing, and the head reached above the waistband.

So as she sprinkled the salt, her fingertips actually brushed the bulbous head of my cock. I heard her gasp as I felt the granules shower down over my erection and realized that she had probably looked down and seen it peeking from my shorts.

I looked over at Robert, and he had definitely seen it. He looked surprised, but that was all.

She instantly released the shorts, and the waistband snapped back against it, I sucked in a breath in pain.

She paused for a second, then cooed in her southern belle accent, "Oops, sorry there, Mike. Let me make you feel better now." Her tongue was back at my throat, but she actually nibbled on it as she licked the salt off. I had goosebumps, and my cock responded as well. When she'd finished with the salt, I looked down at her as she gulped the shot, tossed her hair back, then leaned in for the lime.

This wrestling match lasted even longer than the first. I held the lime tightly even as her lips and tongue assaulted my mouth. Finally she got her teeth on it and we had a wild contest with the thing.

But women cheat, and her win was easy. I felt her breasts against my chest, then a hand dropped between us and squeezed my shaft through my shorts. My mouth opened in surprise, and she stood victorious with the lime clenched in her teeth.

I didn't realize that the rest of the bar was watching the whole event, but now they were applauding and laughing. I looked at her husband, and he looked astounded, but somehow pleased. From his angle, I thought, he had probably seen his wife squeeze my cock, yet he didn't seem bothered in the least.

Now she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his head. They began to kiss very erotically and she molded her body to his. She was a sorceress. When she stood back, the lime was in his mouth. He took it in his fingertips and looked at it like it was some kind of talisman.

More applause followed, then we sat back down at the bar as the crowd turned their attention to the band.

But Jennifer's attention was on her husband. She had felt something during that hug, and reached down to confirm what she had suspected. She leaned in between the two of us and whispered, "So somebody seems to like his wife acting a little dangerous," nodding to her hand squeezing his obviously erect cock. Then she moved it over and squeezed mine. This was not how I expected my evening to go when I sat down for a few drinks!

Robert reddened, probably embarrassed to be turned on by watching his wife molesting another man, but she showed no mercy. She lifted his chin and smiled directly at him. "Look, honey! I made two cocks hard at once! Does it surprise you that I can still turn men on?"

He smiled bashfully, "Not at all sweetie, I just haven't seen you, you know, touching another man like that."

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you? You kinda like me being slutty on vacation, huh?" she growled drunkenly, again squeezing his cock.

He just nodded.

I figured it was time to make my exit. I had enough stimulation to get me through the night alone, and they were primed for a hot night together.

"Well, kids, it's been memorable. I'm gonna head up to my room and rub some of this salt off, if you know what I mean." I adjusted my cock, smiling. "Jennifer, thank you, and you too Robert."

There was a hesitation while Jennifer looked at her husband, then turned to me. "Which room is yours?" she asked. I pointed up to my second floor balcony."

Looking closely at Robert, she smiled. "That's closer than our room, honey. I'm gonna run up there and shake some of this salt out of my dress."

When he started to move with us, she placed her hand on his chest. "Uh uh. We haven't paid our tab yet. Besides, you didn't get all salty like Mike and I did. You just wait here, and we'll be back before you know it."

She smiled at him, he nodded in obedience.

Then she grabbed the last shot of tequila and downed it, took my hand and led me away from the bar. Over her shoulder she told her husband, "Be right back, baby."

When we reached my room, I was so nervous that I actually fumbled with the key, but she took it from me and opened the door. As it closed, she flipped the latch to keep it ajar, which I assumed meant an easier getaway if she changed her mind.

Once inside, I stood there for a moment and watched Jennifer walk to the patio. Her body was just perfect, she so reminded me of my wife when she was younger. Her walk accentuated her sexiness, her hips swayed hypnotically as she approached the sliding door.

She opened the door and stepped out, then leaned over the railing to look down to the pool area. I followed her out and took the same position next to her. I noticed her breasts hanging down, they looked so fat and heavy. We were looking down at the bar, and could clearly see Robert sitting there.

Janet looked pensive. "What would make a man get turned on by watching his wife with another?" she asked quietly.

I thought for a moment. "I guess it's just that you're so sexy when you take charge, and dominate like you did."

She turned to me, "I can't remember the last time my husband had a hard-on for me outside of the bedroom. Would you have reacted the same way if Carol acted as I did? Did you two ever fool around in that way, with other people?"

"No, I can't say that we did, and I'd have thought that I'd have taken control of her if she got as wild as you did tonight. But after seeing you like that, I can't say that I would have reacted any differently than Robert did. Watching you acting so confidently aggressive would have turned me on even if you were mine."

She stepped close to me. Her breasts just touched my chest, her head tilted up to mine. I could smell the tequila on her breath, and my cock, still engorged, started to burn.

"You got hard when I played with you," she said softly. "I didn't realize that I'd have that effect. I'm sorry if I teased you."

"It's OK, I have to say that it's the most fun I've had in weeks," I smiled. "I'll have plenty to think about when I'm alone later."

Now she reached up and caressed my face, then kissed me softly. "I'd like to have more fun with you," she said, "A lot more. But I'm not sure that I can. I've never cheated on Robert."

"I'm not going to push you to do something you'll regret," I replied, hugging her to me. My cock nestled in the softness of her tummy. "What you do is up to you and your husband."

She looked back down at him, "I love him, and he loves me, but we've just become so boring. I hope this sparks a little something. I just need to know that this won't blow up into something we can't handle."

I stood there just enjoying the feeling of her, her breasts against me, my cock against her, the smell of her hair, I throbbed against her.

She giggled and stepped out of the hug, looking down at my shorts.