It was early spring yet the sun was hot, almost too hot, and the sand was soft between our toes. Dana and I were on day 4 of our 9 day trip to the island resort. By the end of day 1 we had kicked it in neutral and were coasting away from the hectic world of our "real" life. On day 2 we over indulged, taking in too much sun and alcohol. Day 3 we nursed our hangover and sun burns. We vowed not to drink too much but happy hour in the nude pool tested our resolve. This day, day 4, the skinny Jamaican beach boy had saved us 2 lounge chairs in a prime location; sun in the morning, shade in the afternoon and close to the nude beach bar.
The abundant alcohol and reggae music generated a lusty sway to the steady flow of nude sunbather strolling past our chairs. Dana and I love to people watch and when they are nude it is a bonus. Sitting in our chair we were casually chatting when Dana lost track of what she was saying and literally stopped in mid-sentence. She was gazing past me toward the beach bar. Her head rotated at about the speed of someone walking and I turned to see her distraction. A young man about 30 years of age was walking away from the beach bar with a drink in each hand. Swaying in front him was one of the largest flaccid cocks I had ever seen. Dana and I have a "5-second" rule; you can look but the gaze should not last longer than 5 seconds. After the young fellow sat down, and in complete jest, I used my drink napkin to dab Dana's chin. Not realizing that I was joking she barked a muffled but stern, "stop it". I respond with a chuckle, "honey, you violated the 5-second rule and you were drooling". Moments later we heard the pitch of an entertainment coordinator looking for participants in the afternoon game of nude bocce ball.
Dana and I didn't respond to the pitch, we played 2 of the previous days. Four couples were willing participants and when the young fellow joined in the game the entertainment coordinator was heard saying he needed a partner. Dana didn't hesitate. She spoke up, handed me her drink, kept her drink napkin and chuckled saying, I may need this as she jokingly dabbed her chin. The game was hotly contested, men against the women, but there was plenty of good natured banter and laughter. Awaiting their turns, at one point Dana was facing the fellow and he was pressing a finger onto her shoulder to test the depth of the sun tan/burn. His skin was a pasty white, a clue he had only been at the resort a few hours. They smiled and chatted like old friends. When the game was over Dana came back to her chair and began her data dump as she sat down. I noticed the fellow standing beside his chair watching her intently.
At this point I need to get the re'sume' bull shit out of the way. Dana is 37 and I'm 41. We have been married 18 years. We meet right after she graduated from high school and have been a couple ever since. We are not Barbie and Ken but have taken extra efforts to ensure we were willing to doff our clothes on a nude beach. She is 5'3" tall, weights 130 pounds and beside the natural beauty of her face and eyes, her tits are a very prominent feature. Most men cannot help themselves, their gaze drops when she has any cleavage showing. I'm 5'10" tall and weigh 170 pounds. We have talked about it and would not classify ourselves as swingers. She had to this point spent time and partied with 3 women and we had connected with 2 couples for enjoyable soft-swaps. Dana had not fucked another man since we married. When we began scheduling this vacation and several months prior she began taking oral contraception, more to regulate the timing of her period than for birth control. I had a vasectomy after our second child. We had not yet broached the topic of a full swap but we are far from prudes.
Dana's interest was apparent when she began rattling off what she has found out during the bocce ball game. " His name is Dan, he is from Minn. he is single, came down with a friend who is interested in a girl staying at the resort next door so his friend is over there. Dan was married but it didn't work out and they separated in the fall. He was in the military 6 years and now works for the government. And I need a drink!!"
We took turns going to the bar. During one of Dana's trips I noticed Dan standing beside her at the bar. Having cooled off in the ocean a few minutes earlier, sand was adhering to her suntan lotion. Dan appeared to be brushing some residual sand off her back. He also took the liberty of brushing it off the slope of her ass. She turned to face him and looked down at his cock. She had our 2 drinks in her hands as her only prevention from returning the favor by casually stroking his cock. In addition she glanced over at me and noticed I was watching. Returning to her seat she was almost coy about her apparent attraction to Dan. In the late afternoon we picked up our stuff and moved to the beach bar pool for happy hour. We stayed only a short time and decided to go to the room and fuck. When we entered the room we were already naked and when right to it. Her pussy was incredibly juicy. She came several times I flooded her with cum and we rolled over for a "s-nap", a "sex-nap". We dressed for dinner and about 9:00 we returned to our room to drop our clothes and stroll down to the hot tub.
The water in the tub was a perfect temperature, not chilly but not too hot on the sunburns. We were seated in a dark lobe of the giant hot tub allowing us to openly play with and fondle each other for about 45 minutes. We were hotly discussing a return to the room for another fuck when we noticed Dan walking along the other side picking a place to enter the water. We were certain he didn't notice us in the shadows. I asked Dana if she was ready to go. She paused for a moment as she gazed in Dan's direction. She then turned and faced me, asking, "can we invite Dan?"
A cascade of emotions washed over me: lust, jealousy, desire, concession, inadequacy, mutual pleasure. I agreed, asking her if that is what she wanted. When she responded yes without hesitation I asked her to begin drying off. I walked to the other side of the hot tub and greeted Dan for the first time. We shook hands and then he noticed Dana. I didn't mince words, "Dana and I are going back to our room to fuck and she would like you to join us. Interested?" He stepped up out of the hot tub and I gave him our room number. Dana and I walked the 200 feet to our room in silence.
Dana had doffed her towel, showered and donned some makeup. She picked out a pair of shear panties, bra and catch-me--fuck-me heals. She had just laid down on the bed on her stomach with her head facing the door when Dan knocked on the door. I invited him into our dimly lit room. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had a bottle of champagne in one hand and 3 glasses in the other. He walked toward the bed. Dana reached up and tugged slightly on the hem of the towel. It fell to the floor, exposing the object of her desire.