Simon had gone back to the hotel after spending a dreamy afternoon submerged beneath the clear warm waters of the Caribbean. How long he'd been out there he couldn't tell, totally forgetting himself in that blissful aquatic realm. The outer world had become lost to him, then bright heat, the wind, the people on the beach and gradually almost his life, on hold. Then he'd kind of stumbled back to the hotel in a daze, a good stumble, introspective but then not really focused on anything, just all the little everyday concerns the mind throws at you, dissipated. And, like a still submerged, creature of the deep, passing unnoticed and unhindered, he slipped his way up through the soft sand, back up to the hotel and then into bed, Tamara was out of reach, she was somewhere and that was not for him to delve into yet, his was another zone and in that warm sun kissed fuzz, tiredness enveloped him and he blissfully fell sound asleep, still out there somewhere perhaps chatting with an octopus, under the sea.
He awakes sometime later to the sound of a key scratching at the door, the dark silence suddenly broken and blemished by a cold, penetrating light.
"Si-mon..." Tamara calls to him, as if summoning him from his water world.
"Simon are you asleep?" Her voice like a line hauling him like some reluctant fish out of his subconscious.
"I'm gonna put the light on so hide yer eyes."
He listens to her stumbling through the doorway as she fumbles for the switch.
The light still harsh and alien. She comes to his side and immediately touching him, her hand running over his arm, across the back of his neck. She is squatting, and swaying slightly. His eyes try to adjust. She grips the mattress as she supports herself and the room fills with the smell of rum and perfume.
"Babey, I've got somethin' f' you." She hiccups, and caressing him with the one hand, with the other attempts to push herself back up, but it isn't enough. She leans on him, pushing on his back, her breathing harder, she stands.
"C'mon, roll over for me!" She pushes at him and he turns, shading his eyes from the fierce light.
Lifting her dress up she cocks her knee over him. The material soft against her body, and clambering onto the bed he feels her weight press down onto him.
They start to kiss. His hand comes to her thigh.
"Touch me!"
"Someone's feelin' horny?" He states between her boozey, wet and eager kisses.
"Mmm...." She licks his tongue, then withdrawing, giggles lightly to herself. She moves to his neck, this time light and tender, teasing little kisses interspersed with her breathing, softly. She heads to his ear, brushing it with her lips, again, teasing with her breath.as she plays with him.
"Want to know what I've been doing?"
Simon's arms are about her, holding her to him. He doesn't reply, but he's awake now and enjoying this little game, enjoying the weight and feel of her body on his.
"Cause I've been a slut for yoo!" She plunges into his ear cavity, filling it, owning it.
His breathing quickens, he sighs pleasurably.
"Mmm...thought you'd like that." She says, breaking off.
Any vestige of slumber is rapidly departing him now. She sits up, enjoying the prize beneath her, held there as she gently rocks her weight down onto him. She smiles at him, ready to go on.
"You want to know?" "What your naughty wife's been doing while you were away?"
His face tense, taut. "Yea....yes I want know!" He pleads now, and a smile of self satisfaction breaks out from her lips and her cheeks, eyes shining, him noticing now, her smudged make-up.
"I'm a slut for you, I am." Her eyes flash and she leans forward, taking his hands in hers and locking fingers with him, she pins his arms to the bed, mouths are touching, close.
"So tell me, you little tease."
"Mmm..." She smiles, almost purring at him.
"You want me t' tell you about it, well then." She whispers to him. Kisses him.
"I went out with the waiter from here." She begins in a low, soft voice. "The one we talked about." She runs her teeth across her bottom lip suggestively as she stares at him. Simon reads every expression in her face, and every nuance in the telling.
"He took me out, over to his cousins bar." She continues, still soft and quiet. "It was a couple of miles away, so I....we, went on his scooter.... while I held ont'im." She kisses his mouth again, slow and wet, gauging his reaction, still holding him down.
"It was fun..." She offers. Licking his tongue.
"Yea...?" "Go on."
"One guy, the rasta one..." 'e 'ad a room so, we all went back for, a drink, and...."
Simon, no longer able to pretend, pushes against her, freeing his arms. They come about her, pulling her into him, he kisses her forcefully, her legs parting further, her heavy thighs surrounding him. With her knees digging heavily into the mattress she grinds herself onto him, feeling him hard, eager, as she hems him in with those big, strong thighs.
"Well and...?" He asks, pretending to be annoyed at her.
She grins, loving the telling of this, waiting game.
"Can you feel how wet i am?"
"Yea, very!" He says raising an eyebrow at her accusingly, while pleasuring himself in the anticipation.
Her face comes to his cheek. Kissing it slowly and softly, then taking an in breath.
"D'ya wanna know.....how many cocks I sucked this afternoon, while you were out, playin'?
He strains against her but this time can't move, her weight forcing him to remain stationary, she kisses him again and he holds her head and her face tight against his as he plunges into her dirty big mouth, her lips smooshing into his. Then feeling her retract he relents, and they pause, spit coming between them, he licks at her lips. She smiles and groans softly.
"Can you taste it on me?"
He breaths heavily, chest heaving.
"Good."
"How many?"
She brings some of her spit and offers it with her lips coming in to his, kisses him, then retracts.
" I've 'ad three, big one's in me, already!" She says grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Lovely, big black...ohh!!" She squashes him beneath her as she rubs herself against his cock.
Her voice softens. "Told 'em I just got married as well!"
"That's fine they said, no-one needs to know."....."Specially not you I said." And a wicked smile fills her face.
"One of 'em wanted to spunk on mi wedding ring." She says to him excitedly and holds her palm up, outstretched and wide. "Couldn't get it all the way 'round 'im he w' that BIG!"
Simon cranes his neck toward it and she offers him her hand, her dirty slutty hand, still smelling of cock. Her eyes flash in delight as his tongue licks at her palm, it tickles her, she offers her fingers to his mouth. "This one, suck this one!" Her voice quickened, more urgent, she gives him the tip of her wedding finger.
"Like being up close to that cock don't you Simon!"
"Yea.."
His lips wet, he opens for her and she goes inside with the end of it, her eyes drilling into his. He sucks at it, she slowly slides in the rest of her finger. He wants the ring on his lips and he sucks at the gold, a sweet but metallic taste comes to his mouth, and he knows, he is tasting her lover's cum.
"Mmm...suck it and taste his spunk on me!" She has him completely at her disposal.
"You're a good boy Simon."
