It was supposed to be the happiest period of my life and in a way I suppose it was.
A honeymoon in Jamaica with my beautiful wife and when I say beautiful, I mean beautiful. A 22 year old vision, blonde, 5'10" with a figure that guaranteed men having to take a cold shower, 36/24/34.
Kate and I had been going steady for a couple of years before deciding to get married and we agreed as our relationship developed that we wouldn't live together until after we were married. This meant that our sex life was not as frantic as might have been experienced by those sharing a home but at least whenever the opportunity for sex did arise we made the most of it and boy was it good! Nothing too adventurous - mostly missionary position but the occasional blow job (but she would not let me cum in her mouth) and wanking. She did enjoy me going down on her while playing with her tits and quite honestly I enjoyed the taste of her and the way her nipples stood up and her fanny being thrust into my face as her orgasm shook her body.
We decided that the honeymoon was to be memorable which is why we chose Jamaica. The flight from Heathrow was a long one and by the time we got to our honeymoon island the sun was just starting to appear on the horizon but we were ready to drop. Even our fabulous surroundings failed to perk us up sufficiently enough and all we wanted to do was get to our bungalow and crash out.
Jimmy the Jamaican bellboy carried our luggage ahead of us as we cut through the manicured gardens to bungalow 27. His Jamaican twang welcoming us to the resort, pointing out various recreational areas but most of what he was saying we could hardly understand or because we were so tired it just didn't register. When he opened the bungalow door he dropped the luggage on the floor, I gave him a tip and he left with the words (which I won't try to put into Jamaican) "anything I can do...anything, then just ask for me." With that he closed the door and was off.
Kate turned to me and said, "Ray, I know it's our honeymoon and we should be doing the things that every newly married couple does but I'm so beat I don't think I would enjoy sex at this moment and I'm sure this would only spoil it for you as well."
I just laughed and said, "Don't let it bother you, all I want to do is have a few hours sleep then I'll as right as rain. Then we can really get down to married life." I gave her a knowing wink. I quickly undressed while Kate was in the bathroom and when she came back in to the room in only her bra and panties I knew that I had to be the luckiest man on earth. Rather than get in to the bed she lay on the top and I lay beside her. She was quickly asleep and just before my own lids finally closed I sensed a shadow quickly passing across my eyeline but in the next instant was sound asleep.
When I awoke it was after 10pm. Kate was sitting on the sofa reading a leaflet. "What are you reading darling?" I asked.
She turned round to me and said "There's a welcome party being held at 11pm on the island in the middle of the lake. Food and drinks laid on."
"Sounds good," I said, "let's grab a shower and we'll see what's going on." She grabbed the shower first and I quickly followed. By the time I got out Kate had dried her blonde flowing hair and was fastening the last of the buttons on the front of her pink dress, which showed off her golden tan to perfection. She looked fabulous. I kissed her neck as she put on her necklace and told her I loved her deeply. She smiled a smile of all's happy with the world, kissed me full on the lips and told me she loved me too and then a curt "Now go and get ready or we'll miss the show"
When we arrived at the party it was in full swing and as we looked around for somewhere to sit, Jimmy the bellboy came running across to show us to a table on the edge of the dance floor. He brought us food and cocktails. He also brought across another Jamaican character who turned out to be Brian and he was our barkeep for the night.
The highlight of the entertainment was a performance by a limbo dancer called Jerome who continually ducked under a bar until it was only 6 inches from the ground. As the bar got lower he had to thrust his hips further under the bar and seeing as he was wearing very tight fitting trousers, cut off below his knees, he was clearly advertising what he had between his legs. This wasn't lost on Kate, who by now was very merry from the numerous cocktails provided by Brian, and she kept whispering in my ear "Do you think his cock is as big as it looks or has he got a rolled up towel down there?" However each time he limboed her eyes were drawn to the tell tale bulge!
At about 2am. the fun and entertainment had finished and all the other guests had disappeared to the rooms. Jimmy and Brian joined Kate and I at the table and we were having a chat when Kate suddenly decided she wanted to try to limbo. Brian and Jimmy set the bar about 4 feet from the ground and Kate, despite having had too much to drink, managed to get under it, but only just. She told the two Jamaicans to lower the bar which they did. This time as Kate tried to get underneath she lost her balance and fell backwards her dress finishing up around her knees. Everyone laughed at her efforts but none more than Jerome who appeared from around the corner of the bar.