Caribbean Getaway
Special thanks to Regina for the inspiration to make a terrific story where I get to molest Reggie once more.
Let's start with introductions. My Name is Dan. I'm 38, married with two kids. I'm taking a long needed week's vacation by myself in the Caribbean at a five star resort which my company is paying for.
I love being solo at these places. Plenty of pussy that needs attention. Milf's are my speciality. It's how I recharge my batteries.
I consider myself a stud. Fact. Not being cocky. Just stating the truth. My cock is a very thick 8 inches. I know there's bigger, but it's not always about size. Many guys with big cocks can't even get it fully hard. Me, I can stay hard and fuck for hours. Ok maybe not hard for hours, but I have stamina and always good to go after a quick break. I'm insatiable.
When I'm on the hunt, I take what I want and give them what they desire. They are always deeply satisfied and go back to their husbands, dreaming about what I did to them, maybe feeling a little guilty. Their husbands never measure up after I'm done.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't force any woman unless that's one of their fantasies. Sometimes the husbands don't know about what's happening, other times they encourage it and even watch.
So here I am. Evening time at the resort. I have my eye on this milf dancing with her husband. I saw her earlier today on the beach. Boy, she filled out a bikini. I don't mean the skinny boney kind either. This woman had all the right curves, and she knew how to show em. She was every mans walking wet dream. I wonder if her husband knows how lucky he is. Nows she's wearing a LBD. She has dark caramel skin, maybe she's a local. I would put her at about 5'5". A brunette with a killer ass that just screams anal whore. Perfect size breasts, maybe a C cup. The kind of tits that bounce nicely when you're pounding them missionary or sway back and forth when you take them doggy. I bet her nipples can cut glass. The picture of a milf.
Just so you know. When I'm at home or at work, I'm a prefect gentleman. I treat people like gold. People love me. Not the case when I'm on the hunt away from home. Now it's time to move in. She's dancing with whom I assume is her husband. Not a bad-looking guy, I guess. A little taller than her. Full head of hair. Let's see how things play out.
"May I cut in?" I ask politely, but firmly. More insisting than anything.
He stammers a little. Surprised, I guess. "Sure. If it's ok with my wife?" he says.
She looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. I can see mischief in them, not to mention the slight grin across her lips. "Sure, I guess that would be ok," she says as her grin widens into a smile. Her husband steps away as I move in and take her hand.
We danced three slow songs, lucky timing for me and, of course, for her even if she didn't know it yet. I kept her close. Her nipples were soon protruding from her tight fitting dress. I worked my hands over her ass and copped a feel or her breasts when we were pressed together. I whispered into her ear some very naughty things before she said she needed to get back to her husband. Her name was Regina. Friends call her Reggie. She told me some things about her life. I didn't pay attention to most of what she said. I was looking down at her, smiling, pulling her close. She never said no. She never said stop. I took that as encouragement.
Before she stepped away, I placed her hand on my bulging crotch. My semi-rigid cock jumped at her touch. I knew she was impressed. I told her my room number. "10 o'clock sharp." She never said no. Just smiled and walked away. This one wanted it badly. I could smell her arousal. She was trying hard to restrain herself for her husband, who was sitting at the bar drinking and waiting patiently. Maybe she was just a good little wifey. Maybe she wouldn't show. Maybe he was getting the benefits of my work. It happens.
I went back to my room. Took a shower and put on some nice soft music, not too loud, and then I got a drink from the mini-bar and waited. At 10 sharp, a soft knock came on the door. I smiled to myself, knowing she would show, and yet again I picked the right one out of the crowd. Deep down they were all sluts, wanting to get ridden hard and put away wet.
A second soft knock came on the door, slightly louder this time. I opened it and invited her in. She was still wearing her LBD. "Hello Reggie," I said. "Nice of your to come. What bring's your here this time of night?" I asked.
Reggie smirked, and for a moment I saw contempt, or maybe it was doubt at having come to my room. "You invited me," she stated. Now smiling.
"Where's hubby?" I asked.
"Sleeping, passed out." She stated.
I grinned at her. "Lucky for us both, I guess. But you haven't answered my question. Why are you showing up in a stranger's room at night all alone?"
After a long pause, she moved close to me and ran her hand down the front of my shorts. My bulge was quite prominent at this point. She lowered the zipper and reached her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my rapidly hardening cock. "I want this to come out and play. I felt it on the dance floor and it made we wet. My juices are running down my leg," she whispered.
