It had been over a year since we had broken things off with Jeff. Over the last couple months, we had started discussing the possibility of playing again. We reactivated some of our personals accounts and started taking suitors. The situation with Jeff left Vicki pretty gun shy and she was being very picky with finding her next playmate. She chatted with some fellas but just wasn't finding someone that she felt met our expectations. We even tried visiting a couple swingers' bars looking for a third but didn't find anyone to her liking. Vicki was growing somewhat frustrated with the process and had just about given up when I had an idea.
"Let's take a vacation and get back to where it all began." I suggested.
I saw Vicki warmly remember Dave. "That's a great idea!" she said. I was off planning.
We booked a seven-day/seven-night all-inclusive package in Ocho Rios. We did some internet searching for a gentleman that either lived there or would also be on vacation at that time; on the day of the flight we didn't have any responses. Sadly, no strapping young "Dave" joined us on the plane either. We arrived at the resort and started to enjoy ourselves. We were optimistic early on but a survey of the bar, pool, and nightclub revealed no single gentlemen. We decided to put the whole thing aside and just enjoy each other's company for the week. The security situation had degraded a little bit since our last time in the Caribbean so when we took day trips the resort provided us a guide. We took many day trips into the markets, hiking, fishing and snorkeling. We had two gentlemen, Glenmore and Akoni that showed us the island daily. They were both charming and wonderful fellas and worked very hard to make our time enjoyable and safe.
I spent most of the last day doing some fishing while Vicki went to a spa day with some ladies she'd met in the resort. Following dinner that night Vicki said she planned to meet the girls for a drink. I was pretty bushed from being in the sun all day. I told her to go have fun and I'd be waiting for her when she got back.
"Maybe you'll even find a fella tonight." I joked.
"Not with our luck lately. Love you, Baby. See you in a while." She said as she skipped out the door.
A couple hours later I got a text from her. "Hey, are you up to play with others tonight?"
"Sure it looks like your luck turned around." I responded.
She texted back immediately, "okay be up in a minute; put some music on and pour some drinks."
Shortly after I heard the key in the door and turned to see what lucky gentlemen Vicki had found. Vicki stepped through the door but stopped. "Baby, it wouldn't be a vacation if we didn't break some new ground." she said with a twinkle in her eye. She led Glenmore through the door, and then the other shoe dropped as Akoni followed Glenmore in.
The guides had been doing a dance class in the bar for the resort patrons. Vicki joined in and after several drinks, she was thoroughly enjoying being spun around the dance floor by two strapping black men. She could tell they were talking about her body between songs; that's when she realized the opportunity. She also knew as resort employees they'd never make a move on their own. After the dancing ended she asked them both to walk her back to her room. They agreed and she took them both by the hand and led them towards our cabana. She told me later that she could tell they were aroused by the visible bulges in their pants. They seemed a bit unsure of what this little white married hottie had in mind. When they reached a dark area adjacent to our room she stopped and put both their hands on her tits. "Gentlemen, I'd like to invite both of you back to my room. My husband will be there but loves to watch his wife be a little slut. What do you say?" She purred.
Vicki said they nodded excitedly and then she texted me.
I guess I should describe these fellas. Glenmore was tall and lean and reminded me of Usain Bolt the famous Jamaican sprinter. Akoni was about my height but built like an NFL linebacker with big powerful arms and legs. They both were clean cut looking, in their early 30s and I imagine didn't have much of a hard time with the ladies.
I should note that despite our playing with others Vicki and I had never discussed men of other races. Her "type" had been a "Captain America" sort of fellow so that's what we had looked for previously. She came from an upper-society family in the South where a white woman and a black man together still might raise a few bigoted busy bodies' eyebrows. I wasn't sure if these two fellas were just an opportunity she pounced on after looking for so long or if there was an itch she was looking to scratch. Never mind we had never got two partners for her in the past. Needless to say, I was intrigued by what was going to transpire.