This a spin off from the sex games series. That series will continue in a little while. For now enjoy our Jamaican adventures
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Carol and I went to Jamaica for a vacation. The resort we had chosen had a wild reputation. We were young, horny and deeply in love. The vacation was a make up for the honeymoon we never had.
Carol dressed for the trip in a tight white T shirt and her braless nipples stood out like pencils. She also wore a very short white tennis skirt. When she moved she flashed her skimpy underpants.
Carol always dresses to accentuate her sexiness and she loves to flaunt her body. Her skin is flawless and she likes to show a lot of it.
When we arrived at the airport in Kingston we were met by a young Jamaican man. His name was Brian. He was dreadlocked and muscular. He drove us to the Negril resort in an old beat up van. His radio was playing reggae music and he kept checking Carol out in his rearview mirror.
The scenery was beautiful with swaying palm trees, long white sandy beaches and clear blue water.
Brian told us that some of the local clubs were hot and if we wanted he could get us some weed. We nodded OK.
We checked in and were taken to our suite. The room was fabulous with a huge bed, a balcony and a sumptuous bathroom with a large Jacuzzi. Our view was of the ocean and the nude beach. We had a well stocked in room bar with all kinds of drinks.
Carol and I quickly got out of our travel clothes. We wanted to get to the beach. Carol put on the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. It consisted of two strings that circled her nipples and a white translucent triangle for her slit. I had a hard time getting on my Speedo.
We headed for the beach. Once we got there Carol put her pareo on the sand for us to lie on and slowly took off her swimsuit. I took off my swimsuit and lay down beside her.
I said, "You need some suntan lotion."
Carol rolled over onto her stomach. I rubbed some lotion onto my hands. I started at her feet, pulling each toe, then rubbing slowly to her calves and up to her thighs. Her ass was next.
I put more lotion on my hands and rubbed her cheeks, poking my fingers at her rosebud hole. Carol moaned and did some humping on the sand. I continued up to Carol's back and shoulders still rubbing slowly and sensuously.
I said, "Roll over."
Carol rolled over and spread her legs. Once again I started at her feet, up to her calves and then her thighs. Carol blocked her face from the sun with her hand and gave me a wicked smile. Her mound was next. I put more lotion on my hands and started rubbing lotion on her slit occasionally slipping a finger into her wet lips. Carol once again moaned.
I moved up to her flat stomach, pausing at her belly button. Then I got to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointing straight up. I took each breast and squeezed it gently, then circled each nipple with my fingers.
The sun was blazing down on the white sand. We needed some cool refreshments. There was a beach side bar about 50 yards away. I walked to the bar my semi erection bobbing along. At the bar I ordered two fruity rum drinks and chatted with the bartender.
As I walked back with the drinks I saw two young Jamaican men kneeling beside her chatting. Carol was up on her elbows tits jutting out. The young men were wearing loose cotton shorts and Carol was peeking up their shorts at their black cocks.
When I got to Carol she was smiling at them and she introduced them to me.
"Rasta and Fred, this is my husband Dick."
They said what a lucky man I was. We chatted and finished our drinks. We went up to our room and pounced on each other and had wild sex. I whispered to Carol about her flirting with the two Jamaican men. She was soaking wet and her cunt hugged my cock.
Carol moaned, "Big black cock, cock. ahhhh"
We both had explosive orgasms. I held Carol in my arms and we napped.
At the resort there is a theme to every night's party. The theme for the first night was "Pajama Party." I wore a loose pair of bottoms and Carol wore a gauze nightgown, with no underwear, that clung to her body.
The place was packed with people in various states of undress and the music was pounding. We got up to dance. Carol was humping my legs and her breasts were bouncing freely.
It was a hot night with a full moon. After the dance I asked Carol if she wanted a drink. I went to the packed bar and had to wait a few minutes to be served.
I got the drinks and headed back to our table. Carol wasn't there. I looked around and saw her dancing with Rasta and Fred. They had Carol between them and were grinding into her body. Her face was flushed red and her breasts were falling out of her nightgown.
Carol finally saw me at the table. She took their hands and brought them to the table.
She said, "Dick, you remember Rasta and Fred. They insisted I dance with them."
I sat there with a burgeoning erection. Fred and Rasta were leaning into Carol and freely running their hands on her. The dance floor was full of people playing sex games.
I said, "It's too loud and crowded here. Let's all go back to our room for a nightcap."
We walked to our room with Carol's arms hooked onto Rasta and Fred and her eyes flashing at me.
