Karen smiled, picked up her tablet and brought the screen back to life. “I was thinking of somewhere a little more…” She turned it round to show him a website. “Tropical.”
Nigel stared at the panoramic photo banner, taking in the blue sky, turquoise sea, white sands and palm trees. “Where’s that?”
“St Lucia. It’s in the Caribbean.”
“Wow. It looks fabulous.” He frowned. “I’m not sure how the girls will feel about us jetting off there while they’re going to spend two weeks in Cornwall with Uncle Stuart.”
She laughed. “Let’s just tell them about Cornwall first. I need to see if there’s any availability before I know if we can go here.”
He nodded.
“But if we do go away…” She licked her lips.
He sensed the teasing quality in her voice, and a shiver ran down his back. “Yes?”
“I’m hoping the opportunity for some more fun might arise.”
His gut tightened. She was ready to have another adventure. The turquoise sea, white beaches and palm trees faded into the background as he imagined his wife finding yet another man to have sex with.
She slapped his arm, breaking his reverie. “Let’s go and tell the girls.”
Lucy and Violet were thrilled by the idea of two weeks in Cornwall with their cousin. Uncle Stuart was apparently no deterrent—they rushed off to FaceTime Izzy before Karen had even finished talking to them.
“So,” Nigel said, once he and his wife were alone again. “What sort of fun did you have in mind?”
“Oh, you know—the usual. Someone else, then you.” She narrowed her eyes, smiling. “Maybe I’ll even try someone else and you at the same time again. We both seemed to enjoy that in London.”
Heat surged through his loins at the memory. “That’s fine with me.”
“Yeah,” she said as she brushed her hand over his crotch. “I thought it might be.”
They held eye contact for a few seconds, then Nigel smiled. “I think an early night is called for.”
Karen laughed out loud. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Yep, just how you want me.”
* * * *
Over the following couple of weeks, Nigel had to put in a lot of extra hours at work. Being his own boss was nice, but it meant that if he wasn’t there to do the work, then it didn’t get done. And he wouldn’t get paid for the time he took off. Thank heavens for Karen’s generous wage. She’d managed to book an eleven-day trip, setting out the day after the girls left for Cornwall, and getting home two days before them.
Nigel stumbled in through the door after a ten-hour shift finishing a batch of parts to find every seating surface in the living room covered in clothes. The kaleidoscope of bright colours also covered the coffee table and carpet.
From the armchair cushion he plucked a pale blue top made of almost see-through material and frowned at Lucy. “You’re not going anywhere dressed in this.”
She grinned. “That’s Mum’s.”
“Oh, right.” He chose not to look over at Karen. The thought of her wearing the top was appealing, and he preferred not to show his excitement in front of his daughters. A distraction seemed like a good idea—for all of them. “How about we order a takeaway tonight?”
“If you like,” Karen said. “Or we could all go out for dinner instead. It’ll be our last chance before the holidays. Unless you’re too tired?”
Nigel preferred her idea. “No, that’d be nice. I’ll go and shower.”
Less than an hour later, they were in a cosy pub waiting for their food. The mood was light, Lucy in a particularly good mood because she was confident her flute exam had gone well. They chatted about their upcoming holidays. Although Lucy and Violet were excited about spending a couple of weeks with their cousin, they didn’t try to hide their disappointment about missing a trip to the Caribbean. Karen told them she’d try and arrange a family holiday during the October half-term break, suggesting the Canaries as a possible destination. This appeased the girls somewhat, and the four of them enjoyed a lovely evening together. As they drove home, Nigel smiled as the other three chatted and giggled for the entire journey.
Back home, the girls said their goodnights and headed upstairs. Nigel and Karen went to sit in the conservatory for a drink, but all too soon his eyes began to feel heavy. He’d worked over sixty hours during the previous week, far more than he was used to.
Karen stroked his arm. “Come on, sleepy-head. You go up, I’ll turn things off and lock up down here.”
Nigel nodded his thanks and went to get ready for bed. After brushing his teeth and stripping off, he flopped into bed. Karen smiled as she walked through the bedroom to the en-suite and came out a couple of minutes later in a vest-top and panties.
She slid into bed beside him and kissed his cheek. Even with her face in silhouette, her bedside light on behind her, her eyes seemed to sparkle. “I had a lovely time with the girls today. They were so happy, and we found some lovely clothes for them.”
Nigel liked the idea of them all bonding on a shopping spree. “Tonight was fun, too. It doesn't seem that long ago we could only take them to Pizza Hut.”
She nodded, then pushed the quilt down. His nakedness surprised her into a smile. She ran her hand down his tummy. “I know you’re tired…”
“Not that tired.”
She giggled. “Good.” She leaned down and kissed his stomach, then moved her lips lower still, kissing as she went.
He sighed and clenched his buttocks. “Are you going to talk dirty and do nasty things to me?”
She pulled her lips away, looking into his eyes as she gently squeezed his cock. “No, not tonight. Next week, yes, and I’ll probably do those things to someone else as well. But tonight I’m going to make love to you.”
Before he could respond she took him deep into her mouth, making him groan.
Karen sucked and licked him with a vengeance, getting him fully hard in no time. She twisted on the bed and slipped off her panties, then crawled up to straddle him. After pulling her vest over her head, she gripped his cock and lowered herself onto it.
He shuddered at the wet heat, then let out a long, slow breath.
She rocked back and forth, holding eye contact as she rode him slowly. Nigel raised his hands and cupped her breasts lovingly, grazing his thumbs over the erect nipples. Karen let out a gentle sigh and pushed down a little harder, grinding her clit against him. He watched her face as she rode him, trying to hold back until her she tensed, frowning the way she always did just before climax. Her nostrils flared slightly and her lips parted, but the only sound to escape was a quiet sob.
Once her orgasm had passed, she increased her speed and force. Nigel held her hands and pushed himself further into her. They entwined fingers and looked into each other’s eyes as she brought him closer and closer.
He groaned as he came. Karen smiled at him but didn’t alter her rhythm. No longer able to hold her gaze, Nigel closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations surging through his lower body as she milked him dry.
The relentless motion of her hip thrusts eventually pushed his softening cock out of her. Breathless, he opened his eyes.
She licked her lips and smiled. “You seemed to enjoy that.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Me too. We should make love more often.”
He reached up and stroked her face. “We should.”
She lowered her upper body onto his and kissed him gently. “I’m not saying I don’t like the way we fuck, but I still like it like this, too.”
Sliding one arm around her waist, he used his other hand to pull the quilt over them. “So do I, but you’re only allowed to do that with me.”
“What, ride your cock?”
“No, make love.” He squeezed her tighter. “You can ride as many cocks as you like.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
She grinned. “All at once or one at a tim
e?”
The warm buzz of excitement returned to his stomach, even though his balls were thoroughly depleted. “That’s up to you, so long as you ride them.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Mm hmm.”
She sighed. “Well, I suppose...” she said, smiling slyly. "If I had to.”
He chuckled and kissed her hair, then reached over and turned out the light. She fell asleep in that position, and this time the cum that dribbled out and soaked into his pubic hair was only his.
* * * *
Jenny and Stuart arrived to pick up the girls first thing on Saturday morning. Izzy was as excited as Lucy and Violet, who’d been bouncing off the walls since first waking up. While all three girls squealed and giggled in the conservatory, the grown-ups had a coffee in the kitchen before the long drive.
Karen’s younger sister Jenny was a primary school teacher and a keen golfer. Although the similarities in their looks made it obvious they were siblings, Nigel knew he’d married the prettier sister. Karen had a voluptuous hourglass figure, perfect teeth and full lips, whereas Jenny was a bit pear-shaped with smaller boobs. Her smile was warm and friendly, but her teeth slightly uneven, and her lips narrower. While Jenny’s smile was nice, it didn’t have the same light-up-the-room impact of Karen’s—or at least, not in Nigel’s eyes.
Stuart, like his wife and Karen, was nearly a decade younger than Nigel, but Stuart’s attitude seemed to age him. He was a secondary school teacher, but rather than being the type of person who could build a rapport with children, he tended to talk to everyone he met as if they were fourteen years old. Nigel decided to overlook the guy’s shortcomings today, though. Thanks to him and Jenny taking the girls away, Nigel and Karen were going to be soaking up the Caribbean sun. And hopefully, there’d be more than just the weather and scenery to make the trip memorable.
Lucy and Violet hugged both parents before clambering into the back of the people carrier. Jenny kissed Nigel’s cheek and then embraced Karen, promising her the girls would be well looked after. Nigel and Karen watched until the Ford Galaxy turned the corner at the end of their road, then looked at each other.
Karen’s eyes gleamed. “So, we have the house to ourselves. Any suggestions?”
“Let’s fuck on the kitchen table.”
“I was thinking about the garden.”
“Okay, let’s fuck on the patio table.”
She giggled and kissed his cheek. “While I love your ardour, I was thinking more along the lines of maintenance.”
“Huh?”
“You should mow the lawn, otherwise it’ll be like a jungle by the time we get back from St Lucia.”
He frowned. “You want me to cut the grass?”
“I’ll clean the house, then pack our suitcases. We’ll order a takeaway for dinner and if you’re still in the mood later, we can fuck on the kitchen table then.”
Nigel laughed and put his arm around her waist as they headed back into their house. “Maybe I could walk into town and buy us a bacon roll each before we start?”
“Good idea.”
* * * *
The bacon rolls were eaten, the lawn was cut, and the house was cleaned. By early afternoon the suitcases were packed. Since it was sunny, they decided to start their holiday early. Nigel set up two recliners on the lawn while Karen poured two large gin and tonics with lots of ice. Nigel dozed for a while, hoping it would give him energy for later on.
In the early evening, Nigel went to pick up the takeaway while Karen was in the bath. When he got back, she was sitting in the conservatory wearing just her robe, her hair still wet. They ate there, then Nigel took the empty cartons to the outside bin. When he got back inside, she was waiting for him in the hallway with a smile on her face.
“We need to be at the airport for five tomorrow morning. If you’re going to fuck me on the kitchen table, you’ll have to be quick.”
“I’m going to show some restraint.” He slipped his arms around her waist. “After we get back, we’ll have two days before the girls are due home. That’ll give us plenty of opportunity to christen the kitchen table and the hammock on the patio.”
“And by then, we’ll have lots of filthy memories to inspire us.” She turned off the lights and started up the stairs. “I intend behaving like a complete slut for the next eleven days.”
He followed her, watching the way her bum moved beneath the thin fabric of her robe. “I can feel my restraint crumbling.”
“I’m going to suck cocks and I’m going to fuck cocks…” She looked back over her shoulder at him. “And I’m going to let you watch.”
It was getting difficult to walk up the stairs. “Karen, I’m really—”
“No.” She giggled. “Not until we’re there.”
“Tease.”
She turned at the top of the stairs. “That’s right. But only until tomorrow. Then I’ll change back into the slut you’ve made me.”
“I didn’t make you a slut—I just released her.”
“Yes, you did.” She kissed his lips gently as he met her at the top of the steps. “Are you sorry?”
“God, no.”
“Me neither.”
He placed her hand on his cock, which was already painfully hard. “I may not be able to sleep with this.”
She gave it a squeeze. “You can try. Set your phone alarm for three-thirty.” With that, she slipped off her robe and slid naked between the sheets.
“I definitely won’t be able to sleep if you’re naked.”
“Then come to bed and fuck me. We’ll be on the plane for over nine hours, we can sleep then.”
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Chapter Two
As soon as they stepped off the plane, the temperature and humidity hit them. Nigel’s shirt became instantly damp and clung to his back. Karen put on her sunglasses and tilted her face up to the sun as they trotted down the steps and smiled brightly as they walked across the tarmac toward the terminal.
They were staying on the west coast of the island, and the minibus from the airport took less than twenty minutes to get there.
The reception area was light and air-conditioned. After checking in, they were escorted through the back doors and across a large expanse of grass to a row of holiday bungalows along a rise overlooking the sea. Numerous palm trees and shrubs had been planted between them to give each bungalow some semblance of privacy.
Once inside, Karen’s smile grew broader still as she walked around. “This is fabulous.” She flopped onto the L-shaped leather couch and put her feet up on the coffee table.
Nigel nodded, barely able to believe they’d be staying here. “How much did this cost?”
“Don’t ask—you know how you worry.” She stood up and walked into the bedroom. “Ah, and what have we here?”
Nigel stepped behind her. There was a huge four-poster bed with a white net draped all around it. “Does the island have mosquitos?”
“Of course it does, it’s a tropical rainforest island.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. “But I’ve come prepared. We have all sorts of creams and repellents you can rub all over my body.”
“Ooh, I like the idea of that.”
“Yeah, I thought you might.”
He slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her back against him, then nuzzled her ear. “When you say you’ve come prepared…”
“Yes?”
“I was wondering”—he raised his eyebrows—“what else you’ve brought with you.”
“Oh, I think I’ve got everything we’ll need.”
“Really?” He kissed her ear and raised his hands to cup her breasts. “What sort of things?”
“Well, I’ve brought the pill, of course.”
“Mm hmm. Anything else?”
“Some condoms, because you can never be sure about strangers.”
“Good plan. How many did you bring?”
She laughed. �
�How many do you think I’ll need?”
“Depends on how slutty you’re feeling.” He pinched her nipples and ground his cock against the cheeks of her bum.
“Well if I’m feeling really slutty, I suppose it depends more on the men’s rates of recovery.”
His cock was starting to get hard at the thought of his wife buying condoms for other men to use while they fucked her. “Well, let’s say you pull a guy every night, and each one can get it up three times, you’ll need thirty-three condoms.”
She scoffed. “No chance.” She turned her body inside his looped arms and pressed her chest against his. “I don’t intend spending every night getting humped by strangers—I’d end up sore and as puffy as a donut.” She kissed him gently. “Some nights, it’s going to be just me and you.”
“Won’t I make you sore and puffy as a donut?”
She shook her head. “No, you’ll be gentle and loving.” She kissed him again. “I’ve bought a box of twelve condoms and I’m sure that’ll be more than enough.”
He grinned. “I can buy more if we need them.”
She slapped his arms and pulled away, laughing. “Sod off. Let’s get changed and have a wander around. But first, you’re going to have to cover me in insect repellent and sun-cream.”
They quickly unpacked and Nigel pulled on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops. Karen put on a dark pink bikini and stood in front of him with her legs a step apart and her arms held out to the sides. She motioned towards a bottle of sun-cream.
Nigel smiled and picked up the bottle, spraying short squirts onto her arms, shoulders and legs and rubbing it in. Then she turned around and he repeated the action on her back and the backs of her legs, running his fingers into the crease of her bum as he did so.
“I don’t think the sun’s going to burn me there, do you?” she said with a giggle.
He shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”
She took the bottle from him and moved to the mirror to apply it to her face. When she’d finished, she held the bottle up. “Want me to do you?”
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