David And Kate Enjoy A Vacation

David and Kate enjoy a vacation

Kington, Jamacia, Fall 2022

Jamaica has an edge to it, and that appeal to David. The beauty of the clear turquoise water, and the beaches with white crushed coral mixed with pink sand, surrounded resorts that catered and pampered, but also bordered shantytowns full of violence, drugs and people with nothing to lose. He could see it in the eyes of the cab drivers and the baggage-handlers at Negril Airport, and the jilted, discarded faces of the street vendors who over-aggressively hawked their tribal trinkets.

The resort Kate selected after a quick online search was the same as all of the others; all-inclusive meals and drinks, meandering lazy river pools, pool bars -- all within a few feet of the ocean. The food, served college-cafeteria style, quickly melded into the same rice, bean and jerk flavor.

The first day was full of excitement. Check into the room, grab some food, a cold drink and then to the beach. Kate wore a small bikini that barely covered her firm body. David let her lead the way to select a spot on the beach so he could get a better view of her brightly colored beach skirt and silly oversized straw hat that kept the sun off. This made no sense to David. If she wanted to keep the sun off then why go to the beach?

They made their selection and claimed two chairs just beyond the crash of the tiny waves, hoping the tidal shifts were small. The beach quickly filled up with the young, old, kids, grandparents; all pasty-white.

A beach waiter stood at attention. David, ready to snap his fingers and call him "boy", received a piercing stare from Kate. She knew what he was thinking and her frozen look said, "don't-you-dare." The buff twenty-something-year-old local flashed a gold tooth when he asked, "drinks mon" had fallen on deaf ears. The waiter stood over a half-reclined Kate as she sat up a little more and turned to face the "boy". He was close. Facing the server Kate asked, "Pina Colada?"

David wasn't sure if she was staring at the kid's crotch, a few inches away from her face; she wore sunglasses.

"A beer," said David. A few minutes later they sipped drinks, flipped the pages of magazines and watched the waves under the warming sun. The beach, now full -- the result of a successful invasion of the pasty-whites fresh off the airplane -- was inviting and peaceful

The conversation between David and Kate was lively, like two excited eight-year-olds walking into the Magic Kingdom for the first time. The water so blue, so sharp, the beach so white, so soft. The palm trees lining the beach desperately and frantically reached towards the open ocean. The surf broke on the coral reef, hidden beneath the surface, a hundred yards out while the beautiful people enjoyed themselves.

More drinks.

"See David, this is what it's about too. How long has it been since we were away? Alone? No cell phones? Just having fun?" Kate rested on her side with her sunglasses on, her left boob fought to be free from the confines of her small peach colored top.

"You may be right. I could get used to this." David sipped his beer and leaned on his side to face his wife. Barely audible, "I love you."

"Smooch." She slipped a kiss through her smile.

"You look gorgeous," he muttered. The sun and beers were getting to David. Thoughts of Holly, his money problems, his secrets and inability to tell Kate, were all conveniently tucked away in a tidy corner of his brain.

"I know." Kate's smile looked more like a Cheshire cat's than a mother's.

More drinks.

The beach was full now. The mixture of salt air, coconut suntan lotion and alcohol slowed time into a dream-like bliss. A young couple who had been sun bathing returned from a swim and shook off the warm salt water. Some splashed on the legs of Kate and David. No one cared. Mellowed and relaxed they stared from behind the protection of their dark sunglasses. The girl, topless, slowly and carefully dried herself. Neither David nor even Kate for that matter could remove their eyes from her round, tanned mounds. The hard-bodied-youngsters were attractive. They made eye contact and exchanged polite hellos. The girl, far from embarrassed or self-conscious, proudly showed off her curves and tonged bottom. Small talk continued until the couple settled into their chairs in front of David and Kate.

More drinks.

Before the younger couple lay flat on their backs, they applied suntan lotion, just a few feet from David and Kate's sunglass protected stares. As if looking away while moving your eyes back was a trade secret known only to the peeping pair they watched. In long sensual strokes the coconut smelling lotion smeared then blended into bronze skin, each taking a turn. Giggles slipped out when his finger got stuck on her swollen, hard nipples.

David was impressed.

Kate aroused.

The lotioned couple finally lay down to sunbathe in the tropical heat. David sipped his beer, feeling lightheaded and almost giddy. He noticed others were topless at the beach, as was the custom in much of the Caribbean, though usually an arrestable offense in America.

Kate turned on her belly, the secret spyglasses resting on her head. David stared at his wife. Her beauty. Her perfect skin, large brown eyes, full red lips; it all worked for her. Buzzing from the beer and warming from the sun, he sat up in his chairs leaned over to his lovely wife and rubbed her shoulder lightly. The corners of her mouth moved slightly in approval.

Just fingertips - barely touching.

There is something about a soft touch; thought David as he let his thoughts drift. His light touch followed her spine ending at the small of her back. Back up to the bottom of her neck. A little more pressure this time. David wasn't sure, but he thought he heard his wife let out a soft moan. He sensed -- maybe hoped -- the other couple was watching. He wasn't going to turn around. He applied a squirt or two of the oil-type lotion, the one that smells like coconut.

Slippery oil.

It eased the silky slope David's finger traveled. No shoulders, no arms,

Bottom of the neck.

Down the spine.

To the small of the back.

No rhyme or reason, no plan of attack, no ulterior motive, just back and forth. Under the touch of the oil, Kate's warm skin heated,

Yes, that was a moan David heard it. A quick glance confirmed it. Her mouth partially open, eyes clenched shut, a sultry look; they all revealed her approval. On the next trip down Kate's spine David's fingers stayed on the small of her back tracing imaginary silver dollars.

Round and round.

This was David's favorite part of Kate's body, not the boobs, not the lips, not the firm bottom, not even her well-groomed honey spot; the small of her back. A smooth, gradual ride from the middle back down, down an ever-increasing slope to the top of the buttock. David was lost like a four-year-old in a sand box, a matchbox bulldozer in one hand, a white Speed Racer car in the other. Up the mounds of sand and then down.

He untied Kate's bikini top. No protest. He was sure the stud muffin couple watched ever move, probably staring. Oily fingers made the climb from the Valley of Small, on a new route this time. The trip to and from the neck was old. Now a new path, steeper and more satisfying. Up and across the line the marked the boundary, the bikini bottom. The game would be over if this were a beach on Cape Cod, but it was still on. They were in Jamaica; the drinks flowed, the beautiful people watched; the sweet, salty air combined with the warm sun to create an intoxicating ambience.

His fingers retreated to the valley to regroup and mount another charge. More determined, they hiked the hill, again rejuvenated by the lack of attack by the Katster, advancing deeper across her lovely behind until David's entire hand was under the coveted bikini bottom. Yes, that was a groan.

And yes, Kate's legs spread further apart, barely noticeable to the naked eye. The fingers retreated. Kate's breathing increased and her legs spread again. David wanted to rip her bottoms off and mount her right there but the restriction and limitation added to the intensity. The fingers returned from the valley and went under the bikini bottom and straight down the far side of the mountain. A finger slid through moist lips into a well-lubricated hole. Kate sucked in a breath as a rush of heat passed through her body.

He pulled out.

Enough.

Together they had pushed the limits of public decency. They were sure no one cared. David stared into Kate's wide open, pleading eyes and saw that she wanted more. She sat up, her bikini top left behind on the beach chair, her swollen breasts pointing at the voyeur couple. As David suspected, they had been watching. With dark sunglasses on, of course, and heads turned on an angle, they pretended not to stare. David looked at his wife's glowing face and lustful gaze; with her hands resting on her hips she was on proud display. His fog-like trance began to clear as crisp air removed tropical thoughts.

"It's getting late, we should get ready for dinner." Kate broke the spell for him.

"Dinner? Yea. Wow, it's 4:00 P.M., let's go."

Rising from their chairs Kate turned her back to the young couple, adjusted her moist bottom and bent over to stuff the beach bag with their belongings. With one final turn to view the ocean, Kate stared out into the sea. The young couple looked up at Kate.

"Kate." David whispered.

"Ya." She didn't turn; instead she stared careless and distant. She appeared to be searching the ocean for a ship, or maybe a dolphin.

"Here." He handed her the bikini top.

"Oh, thanks, will you help me?" She said while still scanning the horizon. Her sunglasses were pulled down covering the large brown eyes.

Returning to the room they showered, dressed and went to dinner.

No sex.

No mention of sex.

No hint of sex.

The dinner conversation was light, with plans for the rest of the week: Dunn's fall, a plantation tour, bar hopping in Montego Bay and the like. But tonight they stayed in at the resort. No road trip. After dinner most retired to a partially enclosed bar, where a Reggae band set up in the three-sided outdoor patio. Flooded with exotic sights and sounds, with the crash of the surf, thick salt air, and the flickering tiki torches. David held Kate close while they watched the sun set.

Drinks in hand, they found a seat in the corner where casual beach couches surrounded a small cocktail table. Lush greenery acted as a border while the cool ocean breeze danced with the long flames of the crackling torches. A man's voice broke the beautiful moment; "May we join you? This place is filling up fast," said the handsome man. David guessed Texas by his drawl. His companion, a petite blonde, was a step behind. Then it dawned on David, they were the couple from the beach. They cleaned up nicely, he thought as he smiled and welcomed them. The young couple's sunglasses were safely secured in their room.

The conversation was predictable and crisp: weather, sports, Kate and David's daughter, the sale of his business, Johnny and Sue's wedding, previous trips to the Islands and on and on. The drinks flowed and Kate spoke less and less. More than once David caught her stare at Johnny. He wasn't sure, but Kate seemed distant.

The band returned from a break and the pulsing beat started again. Kate jumped from her seat and while still staring at Johnny, held out her hand and asked, "Dance?" Together they walked to the dance floor holding hands. Sue picked up the conversational void by telling David how cheerleaders are more like gymnasts. His attention was elsewhere. He was peering over Sue's shoulder to catch a glimpse of Kate dancing with Mr. Perfect body. Her dinner outfit of short shirt, heels and a spaghetti-strapped red shirt highlighted her curves. David tried not to stare as they faded in and out of the crowd, his vision often impaired by moving bodies.

The music was loud and pulsating.

Sue slid over, closer to David so she didn't have to shout when they talked. Her intoxicating perfume drew David as she leaned into his ear to talk. About what? He didn't care. Sue's breasts, stuffed into a shirt two sizes too small and bra-less, brushed up against his arm. He enjoyed the rubbing, the mouth-in-the-ear conversation and the strong perfume, but his attention was on Kate. He had lost sight of his sexy wife for a few moments. The dance floor was packed with moving bodies, gyrating as one. The song ended and he finally caught a glimpse of Kate. She was still on the dance floor.

A new song.

David's empty drink idly twisted in his hand and provided the excuse he needed to get a better view. Besides, he wasn't following the logic behind Sue's rambling story. He excused himself and went to the bar. His view of the dancers was much better. But where was she? Maybe she was hiding in the crowd? A second dance? Come on, David said to himself. What's she doing? As moving bodies peeled back he caught another glimpse. Kate and Johnny were dancing, all right. Her behind, planted in Johnny's crotch, ground to a slow beat.

Slower than the music.

A shot of panic rode through David's body. Not knowing what to do, he ordered drinks and watched. Kate's closed eyes and gentle movements made it clear she was enjoying herself. David's thirty-nine-year-old wife of twenty years, mother of his child, was being dry humped by a twenty-something-year-old stranger. And no one cared.

No one but David.

Johnny and Kate rocked to their own rhythm. He slid his hands from her soft bare legs up her thighs, hiking her skirt a few more inches before it softly fell. Over her hips his hands spread across her flat stomach until he landed both on her soft mounds.

David didn't know what to feel as he watched his wife. Was he angry? Excited? Jealous? Sue, tired of sitting alone, joined the dancing to make it a threesome. Is this what Kate wanted?

David's confused mind raced as he numbly stared at the dance floor, packed with bodies blending in and out. The loud music continued its sensual beat while the colorful lights flashed Sue ground her behind into Kate and let her hands roam free. David couldn't believe his eyes.

His wife.

Strangers.

In front of him.

The song ended and all four returned to the table at the same time. Johnny and Kate held hands and talked excitedly as they walked back. Sue followed slyly grinning as she enjoyed the sight of her husband holding hands with Kate. A confused mixture of angers jealousy and desire shot through David's body.

They didn't care that he saw.

He could see that glazed look of lust on his wife's eyes. Would Kate have followed willingly if David suggested the four returns to their room?

But he didn't.

They sat in awkward silence.

The loud and throbbing music still pulsed through their bodies like a giant vibrator. The drinks, the ocean breeze, the exotic Caribbean island all contributed to the surreal scene. David looked at Kate and her stare was still in place. Her breasts tried to break free from the thin shirt as each breath noticeably swelled. Up and down.

The conversation started up again. David talked and listened while looking at Kate. For some reason, he didn't know why, he questioned whether he now wanted this stranger to make love to his wife. He loved her and the desire in her eyes made it clear what she wanted. David wasn't even sure the couple from Texas was up for it. Kids now a day dance differently. But he could not shake the look on Kate's face. The look of lust and desire.

Why?

Why did Kate want this kid from Texas and not her husband?

It was only 10:00 P.M., but out of fear David called it an evening. He had made up his mind; he had to end it, he had to take Kate away. Johnny showed disappointment when he stood. Sue was oblivious, or seemed that way. David said goodnight to his new friends took two steps towards Kate and extended a hand to help her up.

Pause.

Stares.

"Are you coming to bed with me Kate?" David yelled over the music. She looked so beautiful when her large eyes stared up at David. Was it the moonlight, the lights from the band? Her chest continued to press against her red shirt.

Nothing.

No response from the beauty.

Yes, she was drinking but she knew what she was doing. She knew what she wanted. Johnny and Sue silently looked at Kate. Then David.

Waiting for David's approval, Kate's eyes begged, but she was afraid to ask.

Silence. Deep stares.

It took all of the courage David had to say, "goodnight, Kate," and walk away. He didn't look back until he buried himself in the crowded, pulsing dance floor, and then glanced over his shoulder. Sue was now sitting next to Kate on the sofa. Johnny was large, a fit six foot four, with a thick chest and large arms. He sat tensed and ready to pounce. He was ready.

David stood at the corner of the crowded bar nursing a drink, and pretending to socialize. But he was watching. It looked like Sue was rubbing Kate's knee and thigh while they talked. David wasn't sure. He moved to get a better angle. Sue's hand was inside Kate's knee sliding up her thigh. David watched Kate part her thighs slightly to allow Sue's greedy fingers more access. David felt a rush of heat.

Back and forth Sue's hand traveled. No one was in a hurry. It was harder to see now that moving bodies jostled to freshen their drinks. Was Sue leaning on Kate? Had Sue's hand disappeared under Kate's short skirt?

Anxiety grew in David.

Kate spread her legs wider, no longer talking. None of the three were talking. Sue's mouth latched onto Kate's neck sucking and licking. Her hand no longer returned to the knee. It stayed. David saw Kate gasp for air, arch her back and close her eyes in one motion. Sue found what she was looking for.

David saw the heat pulse through Kate on every touch from Sue.

Pulling. Rubbing. Stroking.

David watched, not knowing if he was being betrayed. Should he be happy? They'd married young, but why was she doing this? He could have ended this evening by insisting that Kate come to bed with him. They could have made love, and sober heads in the morning would have erased any impure thoughts she had her chance, she'd made her decision. What about Holly? How could he tell her about Holly? Did she already know? David's head was spinning from the crowd, the warmth, the booze, the scene unfolding before his eyes, and his wife's misplaced desire.

Kate's breathing quickened as David watched Sue's hand go to work. She spread her legs further. David's view, again obstructed by moving bodies and distance, was gone. Had Kate placed a heel on the couch and laid her leg down? Was she biting her lower lip suppressing cries of desire? Johnny crept closer, ready to pounce; David could see it in his unwavering eyes. There was no stopping him, he was going to take his wife and she wanted him as bad.

David knew he was too late. Even if he had the courage to intervene there would be no stopping Kate. No one else noticed or if they did, they didn't care. Everyone was engrossed in their own pleasures. David was the only voyeur.

They decided it was time to retire to their room. Sue led the way followed by Kate with her lustfully glazed look and then Johnny. As the trio cut through the crowded dance floor, David felt a shock of panic roll through his body. He froze and tried to blend into the crowd. He wanted to hide. They walked within a few feet of him, and despite David's efforts, they saw him. As they slid past, everything slowed. In slow motion David and Kate's eyes locked, her hand-in-hand with her new friends, him trying to disappear.

Lust filled Kate's eyes and David was right; it was too late. When Kate walked past David their gaze broke and everything returned to full speed, music throbbing, dancers moving. Sweating, despite the cool breeze, David took his time and finished his drink at the lonely but crowded bar. The walk to his room was slow and deliberate, the room itself empty and dark. He half expected to see Kate lying in bed sleeping; the evening a dream.