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My first trip to the Caribbean was in the 1970s. Yes, I am middle aged and this is a story about middle aged people -- average people, no gorgeous babes with huge tits, no twelve inch cocks that can stay hard for twenty-four hours straight, just average looking, middle aged, middle class Americans.
I love the islands and we have been fortunate enough to have traveled there almost every winter since the eighties. My favorites are the French West Indies because the French have two things going for them: great food and a relaxed outlook toward nudity. In fact, the whole feel of the French islands is more relaxed and comfortable with a slower pace. An early dinner would be anything before eight pm and they expect you to be at your table for the entire evening.
What makes this, or any story interesting is not just the events but the characters involved. A story about wild sex with a character who has wild sex every day is just a story about wild sex. But when the characters involved are middle class, average guy or gal next door types, conservative family-oriented types then the wild sex becomes even more unlikely and thus more interesting. When the characters act completely out of character, it becomes more than just wild sex.
Mary and I have been married now for over thirty years but the events described here happened back in the nineties. That was the age when our kids were getting old enough that we finally start thinking about ourselves again and about what life might be like after the kids are gone. We had spent most of our time and energy focused on raising the kids and we had lost touch with most of our past friends and we had developed some friendships with parents of our kid's friends but nothing close.
I am a few inches over six feet tall, slim but not skinny at about 200 pounds. I am reasonably attractive and most people tell me I look way younger than my age. Mary is about ten inches shorter than me and even though she is putting on a few pounds now I think she still looks great and back then was even better (as we all were). She has dark hair, 36C boobs, and has a naturally beautiful face that doesn't need any makeup.
Mary is a bit more conservative than I, hardly ever drinks, thinks of the kids all the time and would never be imagined in a "sexual" situation in by anyone who knew her. This is what makes the events that are about to occur so amazing to me. I long ago accepted that I married the woman that I love "bringing home to Mom" or raising my kids and not the sex crazed nymphomaniac that my hormones would have enjoyed more.
Mary's conservative dress and appearance have a lot of people fooled though and we have always enjoyed an active sex life but she really comes alive in the Caribbean. I suppose, like a lot of people, she needs to get away from it all in order to relax. We have had our best sex when on vacations alone but it has always been alone and she has always been turned off by my fantasies of sex with others or even talking about our sex life with others.
We met Rob and Lynn through our kid's activities and had known them for several years before we started building a relationship. We had started doing family get-togethers, and dinners or movies out once in a while. Rob has a quick wit and a wonderful sense of humor and makes me laugh a lot. He smiles a lot and has a positive attitude so he is fun to be around. He is a couple of inches shorter than me and a few pounds heavier. The more we got to know each other the more we enjoyed hanging out together.
Lynn is even shorter the Mary at about five -- two. At the time she was only about 125 pounds and she looked great. Her best assets are her legs -- perfectly shaped with smooth and flawless skin. I had started noticing her legs about a year or so earlier and on many occasions had enjoyed watching her from behind as she teasingly shook her booty at me as she walked in heals. She is supper light hearted, always laughing and has an adventurous side that none of the rest of us have. To sum it up we were just four average, middle aged adults raising families.
As fall started its turn to winter, Mary and I started talking about our annual trip to the Caribbean and started picking our island. One day I asked Mary what she thought about inviting Rob and Lynn to join us on this year's trip. We talked about it and agreed that we would be giving up a lot but potentially gaining a lot in a deeper relationship with our friends. We also agreed that we would not give up our own annual private trip so if this developed into a regular thing we would have to take two winter vacations to the Caribbean each year -- one with friends, one alone. Sounded great to me!
The next time we got together with Rob and Lynn we brought up the idea and invited them to join us on our vacation. After some discussion they agreed and we decided that a good island for them to first experience the Caribbean would be St. Martin, a good mix of sand, sun and great views with its nude beaches, plus incredible French cuisine.
The hotel we chose was an all inclusive on Orient Beach, near the world famous nude resort. We figured walking the beach from one end to the other would be a good daily exercise activity, and provide some stimulating views.
We checked in to find that the resort was way below our expectations but we figured we would make the best of it and tough it out. That is until the second night when Rob and Lynn woke up to find two inches of water had flooded their room and we were completely disgusted by the food and the filth. That day Rob got on the phone to the travel company and put up enough of a stink that they told us they would refund our money and we could find our own hotel to finish the stay.
We headed out to scout out the island and after several hours of driving we found a remote hotel on the north end of the island. We parked our car and walked into the resort where we were greeted by a beautiful large, columned building which was the main lobby for the resort. We walked into the open-air building and immediately fell in love with the place. Someone playing at the grand piano, the beautiful gardens in the enclosed courtyard, the friendly staff, all screamed this is the place you need to be.
I jokingly knelt down and front of Rob and begged him to arrange for us to stay here -- no matter what the cost. He laughed and pointed to his crotch which was only inches from my face at the moment. I looked over at Mary and said "Tell Rob you will give him a blow job if he gets us rooms here."
"Rob, I will give you a blow job if you get us rooms here" she said without hesitation.
All four of us looked at each other for several seconds in silence before we burst out in laughter; this was so out of character for my conservative Mary. As we laughed, Mary turned a bright shade of red as what she had just said to another man in front of her husband began to sink in. I quickly went over to her and gave her a big hug and a loving kiss to assure her everything was ok.
Arm in arm and laughing like school children, the four of us headed to the front desk and Rob began negotiating for two rooms for the rest of the week. Within two hours we were back, bags in hand, checking into our new hotel.
