I was getting really pissed off. Pissed at my wife for the way she was acting. Not that she was doing anything overt, at least not anything that I could call out of line. It was just so obvious that she was responding to the flirtatious behavior of a guy we had just met two days ago.
We were on a dream vacation in a posh resort on the north coast of the island of Jamaica. We had left New York on a steel gray blustery morning in February and landed in this tropical paradise in the middle of the afternoon. Naturally, our room wasn't ready yet. Management, ever so accommodating, said it wouldn't be long, but drinks were on the house if we would wait in the bar until house keeping finished their preparations for us.
Well, one Pina Colada led to another (since they were on the house), and Alicia and I were beginning to get over our impatience because of the delay. We were half way though our second round when another couple sat at the table next to us, obviously just as vexed as we were when we sat down.
As Americans often do, we began a conversation by assuring them that by the second drink the wait becomes very bearable. And by the time they finished their second drink we had become best friends and we made a date to dine together at seven o'clock.
We were already seated when Roy and Rachel Carter joined us, apologizing for being late. Roy making no bones about the reason, leering as he put the blame on his insatiable wife and she, giggling, as she obliquely cited his generous endowment, as the reason for her demanding desire.
Dinner was fine and we found out that he worked in the financial district in lower Manhattan and that they lived in Short Hills, NJ, not more than a little over an hour away from our home on the North Shore of Long Island. We even promised that we would get together from time to time in the city.
As the evening went on it began to dawn on me that Roy and Alicia seemed to be conversing more between each other than with Rachel and me and that his eyes were always fixed on either her face or her cleavage. I was getting a little peeved, besides being tired from the traveling, and by the time we finished the coffee and dessert I was ready to turn in for the night.
"I hate to break it up guys, "I said, "but it's been a long day. We were up early to get though security and catch our flight."
"But honey," my wife protested, "It's not even ten o'clock yet."
"It's time for bed," I answered wriggling my eyebrows, "and time for us to officially start our vacation and catch up to them."
"Oh, OK," Alicia said, she was giggling as she made a date with Rachel for us to meet them for breakfast at pool in the morning at ten o'clock.
"They're a nice couple." she said, as we walked into our room.
"I don't know," I replied, "I don't know if I could trust that guy around you. His eyes hardly ever looked away from your tits and I thought you were a little too flirty in return."
"Whatever are you insinuating?" she said as she dropped her dress and then her bra and then offered her beautiful bosom to me. "You know these only belong to you. Come over here and show me how much you appreciate them."
The moment my lips touched her nipple all thoughts of Roy left my mind. She kept me up, both ways, until midnight when she finally let me fall into an exhausted sleep.
In the morning we were down first and we got a table in a corner of the pool area in the shade. Roy and Rachel arrived a few minutes later. Both of the women were knockouts in their bikinis. Not that the bikinis were too daring or revealing, it was just that they were two beautiful women who did justice to their bathing suits.
Roy on the other hand was the attention getter. He not only had six pack abs, he was wearing a Speedo that looked like it had two pair of socks stuffed into the front of it. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and from the back I could see the dimples and cleft of his ass. He made me look like a slightly paunchy, thirty year old, out of shape salesman. Which I was.
Breakfast over, the women decided to get some sun and they pulled two chaises, side by side, into the sunshine, to recline on. I, knowing how easily I burned, opted to take one further away in the shade. I saw Roy, cleanly parting the water, as he dove into the pool and start doing laps in an Olympic quality freestyle.
I must have dozed off for a while because when I woke up Rachel was gone. Roy was sitting on the side of her chaise talking to Alicia, who was still lying on her back. After they talked for a few minutes I saw Alicia turn onto her belly and Roy poured some sun tan lotion on to her back. He smeared it around for a bit and then he got up and straddled her thighs. His application of the lotion on her back became more vigorous.
To facilitate his actions he opened the back of her bikini top. As his hands moved up her back, his obviously obscene package seemed to disappear into the cleft of Alicia's behind. The way her body moved forward with each of his thrusts, if they both hadn't been wearing bathing suits one would have been sure he was fucking her ass.
Rachel came back and sat down on the edge of my chaise. "It looks like he is giving her a massage," she said.
"It looks more like he is fucking her," was my aggravated reply.
As we spoke Alicia turned her head so that we could see her face. Her eyes were closed and the smile she had on her face clearly meant she was enjoying his massage.
"She looks like she is enjoying it." Rachel continued, "Would you mind if he did fuck her?"
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked.
"We swing," Rachel declared as her hand moved up my thigh to my crotch. "We think you two are an attractive couple and we would like to know you better."
"Well we don't. Never have and never will." The hand that had just stroked my cock through my swim trunks retreated.
"OK," she said, "We'll respect that but we would still like to be friends. Can we still have lunch together?"
"Sure," I answered, "As long as you respect our boundaries."
"I'll go pull him off of her but I have to admit, I'm the one really disappointed."
"Thanks for the complement Rach, but friends it will only be, with no benefits."
And that's all it ever was until the last night of the vacation. Roy came to us the day before we were leaving and said, "I found out about the hottest night club on the island. It'll be a great way to end a great vacation."
It may or may not have been the hottest club but it surely was the blackest. We were the only four white faces there. Not that anyone made us feel uncomfortable but no one was that friendly either.
The music was loud and mostly to a reggae beat but it was the dancers who set the tone for the place. The women were incredibly sensual in their movements. It was as if they were trying to fuck their partners right there on the dance floor.
Roy was irrepressible and after our drinks were delivered he excused himself and went to the men's room. When he came back he triumphantly held up a baggie and said, "I've just scored some of the best ganja on the island."
Alicia and I looked at each other and smiled. We had met eight years ago at a pot party when we were still in college. We both were stoned that night and we ended up in bed together. Neither of us remembers much about the night, but the morning after we cemented our relationship and guaranteed our eventual marriage.
Although it had facilitated our romance we never used any pot subsequent to our wedding. We both knew how turned on she got when she smoked it.
We certainly wouldn't use any at home, especially not since the children had arrived. But we were on vacation now and I could tell that she, as was I, was ready to fall off the wagon tonight.
Roy gave me a cigarette paper and poured some weed into it and I rolled my own. I lit it and took a deep lungful, it was good stuff. I gave the toke to Alicia and she repeated my first inhalation. We both held the lungful as long as we could and then slowly exhaled into the other's face. Then we kissed and it was as if we were back in college.
We each took another hit and kissed again, each of us passing the smoke back and forth between us. She moved from her chair onto my lap and my hand, that was around her waist, moved up to her tit, The other hand, that was on her knee, moved up inside her skirt and when I touched her panties, she was soaked. I glanced over at Roy and Rachel and they were similarly engaged.
Then realizing where we were I looked around me. I saw several dark faces; split with wide white grins waiting to see what kind of show would develop. I wasn't going to put on that kind of a performance. I lifted Alicia off of my lap and said, "Come on love, we have an audience. Let's give them a show on the dance floor."
Now I 'm a pretty good dancer but I have to admit that Alicia makes me look even better. We did collect an audience out there and we were soon joined by Roy and Rachel. Maybe it was the novelty of four white people putting on a show for the blacks but they did egg us on. Then we changed partners and as the novelty began to wear off our audience slowly petered away. That's when Rachel really began to dance sexy with me.
We had more privacy now and when we were face to face, she was up against me from knee to chest and when she was faced away; her ass was plugged into my crotch. When she got behind me, her tits ran a foot race up and down my back. I had a hard-on for the whole half hour I was out there with her.
Finally I gave up and said to her, "I've got to sit down." She gave a little pout but followed me back to the table.
When we got back and seated I asked, "Where's Roy and Alicia?"
"I don't know." she replied, "Maybe they went out to smoke some more or cool off. I don't know about you but I am all perspired. No don't get up and look for them." I had started to rise out of my chair. "I told Roy you were not swingers. Nothing is going to happen. Our deal is we swing only when both of us are there together. See, here they come now."
Roy was his usual convivial self but Alicia had the giggles, just like she used to have in her co-ed days when she was stoned. There was something else though, when she sat down she was animatedly talking to all of us but she never looked at me. She talked to me, but when she did, she never looked at me. I knew something had happened.
That put the capper on the night for me. "Time to go." I said, "We have to pack in the morning and get ready for our noon flight tomorrow."
"Aww, don't be a party pooper." "One more drink," "It's only midnight." "One more dance." Were only some of the complaints I heard.
"I'm getting a cab and going back to the hotel." I said to Roy and Rachel and then transferring my gaze to look at my wife, "Are you coming with me?"
She knew I was angry and still not looking at me, gathered her purse and stood up. "Of course I am honey." she answered. The other two, not wanting to be left there on their own, reluctantly agreed to return with us.
We piled into the cab, all four of us in the back. Alicia was in my lap. She was snuggling against me, her lips kissing my neck; she even pulled my hand to her tit. I knew she was aroused, her nipple was hard. I knew that they had been intimate when they were outside. I just didn't know if she had been fucked. I didn't respond to her advances and the tension between us became palpable.
Rachel and Roy were so busy necking and kissing next to us that they never noticed a thing. We got to the hotel and after promising to keep in touch after we got home we said our goodnights and went up to our rooms. .
