After 30 years of ups and downs as a married couple, my wife Anne and I had decided that we deserved a special vacation to celebrate our anniversary. After weeks of talk and research we finally settled on the Dominican Republic as our destination and we found the perfect resort on the eastern shore of the island. The hotel we picked was the flagship of a four hotel complex that offered a wide array of restaurants and night life, all available for our use at an all inclusive price. Best yet, Anne and I loved the beach and the beach at this resort was know to be world class.
The day of the trip we had flown to Atlanta from Newark and were waiting in line to board our second plane to the Dominican Republic. As Anne and I stood in line, my eyes fell on a woman just ahead of us. I had noticed her earlier sitting with her husband, and our eyes had connected briefly. She and her husband looked to be a good ten years younger than us. She was pretty, in a soccer mom kind of way, and I remember thinking to myself, "now that's a mother I would love to fuck." As we stood in line to board, she turned around to look to see if her husband was coming and she noticed me looking at her again. I smiled at her and she smiled back. It was all innocent and if Anne noticed I doubt she thought anything of it.
I didn't really think about her again until after we had landed in the Dominican Republic. As Anne and I were being herded through Customs I spotted her in a different line, some distance away, and I swear she was looking directly at me. There had to have been hundreds of travelers there, but she had picked me and it was quite flattering. She smiled at me again and I started to return the gesture when Anne interrupted the moment by asking me questions about the Customs forms we were filling out.
We made it through Customs fine and went off to find our baggage, all the while my new friend and I seemed to be having a little game of harmless flirtation going on. It was subtle and I don't think anyone noticed but us, including our spouses. She and her husband located their suitcases much faster than us and that's when I finally lost her.
Anne and I took a shuttle bus to the resort and, after check in and orientation, we found ourselves standing in an amazing hotel room. The bedroom was beautiful and the bed was enormous, and after a "finally we're here" kiss, I impulsively tried to guide her to it. It was late afternoon, however, and Anne wanted to see the beach in the worst way. I suggested we pull out our bathing suits and unpack the rest after a visit to the beach.
Anne had packed our suits where they were easy to get to and soon she was stripping off her travel clothes. At 53, Anne had grown more attractive to me than ever. Her dark, brown hair fell just below the top of her shoulders and formed a natural frame around her pretty face. Her soft full lips and her pretty brown eyes always drew my attention, and the attention of other men too, although I doubt she ever realized it. At 5'6" and 155 pounds, she was no fashion model. She was definitely developing a little bit of a belly on her medium frame, but she carried it well. Her breasts were just the right size to cup in your hands around, and her hips, perfect round ass and smooth, sexy legs all helped her look great in a bathing suit.
We spent an hour or so on the beach, which was indeed world class as promised. I brought the camera and got some great shots of the ocean, the beach, and of Anne. The lighting was perfect in the late afternoon sun and I wanted to take a few more, but it was getting late and we were both pretty hungry so we returned to our room, unpacked and dressed for dinner.
At this resort you are assigned a table for your stay for dinner in the hotel restaurant. There's no obligation to eat there - there are several other choices on the complex - but if you do eat there you are assured of having the same waiter or waitress throughout your stay. Of course other people would be assigned to your table, but there was a good chance they'd eat elsewhere or at a different time. It looked as though we were going to have the table to ourselves.
I had just finished going through the buffet line and was headed back to our table when I noticed Anne, who was ahead of me, talking to a man and a woman who looked familiar. They had been seated at our table. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized it was the same couple from the airplane. My first impulse was to hide but, of course, I knew I had to go over and introduce myself.
I soon discovered that I had nothing to worry about. Other than a hand shake that lingered a little longer than necessary, both my airport friend and I played it cool. Her name was Sarah and her husband's name was Dan and we soon discovered that we had much in common.
Dan and Sarah were both teachers, as was my wife. Dan taught high school Honors English and my wife taught high school AP Math. Sarah taught fifth grade. It turned out we both had daughters, their two still in elementary school, two of ours in high school and a third in college.
We also discovered that Dan had grown up in the same city as my wife and they had actually gone to the same high school, though several years apart. While Dan and my wife talked about teachers and places they both remembered, Sarah seemed fascinated to learn that I owned a small book store. She pumped me with questions, occasionally putting her hand on my wrist to emphasize a comment.
In hindsight I would say that Anne was quite taken by Dan. He was pretty good looking, about 6' tall, perhaps 180 pounds, definitely a man who worked out. His brown hair and brown eyes contrasted my blond and blue. He had that "Jim Halpert" from "The Office" look that I knew Anne found sexy. More than that, he was very easy to talk to and Anne loved to talk.
We ended up conversing and drinking wine for long time after we'd finished eating. The age difference didn't seem to be a factor, and I could feel a genuine budding friendship developing as time flew by. We finally said our good nights and agreed to look for each other on the beach the next day.
In the elevator Anne told me she really liked them and I told her I agreed. We were both looking forward to seeing them again. Once we were back in our room my mind shifted gears and I started thinking about fucking Anne. I grabbed her from behind and started kissing her neck as soon as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Anne had a different idea though. Sleep. Actually it had been a very long day and I didn't argue with her.
When we woke up the next morning Anne began kissing me and before I knew it she was on top of me humping away. Back home Anne almost never initiated sex and the last time she dry humped me was before we had kids. After thirty years of marriage, our sex life had become very routine, so I was moderately surprised by what was happening. It only took her a few minutes to cum hard and then she rolled over on her back, exhausted. I helped her out of her night gown and pulled off her panties and fucked her missionary style for some time, thinking about Sarah as my cock slipped in and out of her cunt. She finally urged me to finish and I had a nice, stong release deep inside her.
Later that morning we meet Sarah and Dan on the beach. They had saved us lounges under the protective shade of a palm grove. Sarah was wearing a yellow bikini that looked really hot on her. She was more petite than Anne, a couple inches shorter and at least twenty pounds lighter. Her breasts were larger than Anne's but not so large that they dominated her nicely proportioned frame. Her shoulder length brown hair (a little shorter and a little lighter than Anne's) was pulled back into a ponytail. After figuring out when Dan had graduated from high school from our conversation the night before, I calculated that Sarah was probably around 38 years old.
We spent a lot of time with Sarah and Dan over the next couple of days. They were fun to be with and I believe they thought the same of us. We explored the other hotels and their restaurants and pools and went to a couple of shows together. We also ate together, trying out new places for lunch and coming back to our hotel for the dinner buffet. The attraction between Sarah and me had morphed into a kind of harmless group flirtation between the four of us. It seemed like it was all in good fun, but deep down I felt that it was becoming more that just a game between Sarah and me, and I worried about our spouses catching on.
I was certain Anne would bring up the open flirting and say it was making her uncomfortable. She didn't and that surprised me. What surprised me more happened in our room that second night. Not only did Anne let me have my way with her, she let me indulge in a fantasy involving her and one of the black men who served us drinks that evening. She never let me talk about my fantasies back home. I rubbed her clitoris as my story unfolded and she climaxed as I described his large cock pumping semen into her wet vagina. If that wasn't shocking enough, the next morning she wanted to fuck again! I told her another fantasy about a college kid we know who accidentally finds her home alone in the shower. She came hard before I could get to the end.
On the third day Sarah and I were alone on the beach for a few minutes when Anne went back to the hotel to use the bathroom and Dan went back to get his camera. Sarah asked me to help her put on some sunscreen. After I finished with her back, she turned around and I had an overwhelming desire to kiss her. I know she felt the same, but we both just stood there staring at each other. Finally she touched her fingers to my mouth and sat back down on her lounge. Shortly afterwords Dan appeared and my opportunity was lost.