They snoozed in the air-conditioned bungalow for an hour, then took a slow walk along the beach. On their return, Nigel showered first. While Karen took her shower, he dressed in chinos and polo shirt and stood by the dresser, waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom.
When she finally appeared in her silk robe, rubbing her hair, she looked puzzled as to why he was hovering.
“I want to watch you get ready,” he explained. “Dry your hair.”
She smiled, picked up her hairbrush and brushed through the tousled, brown mass. She held his gaze in the mirror, brushing her still-dripping hair until it was slicked back behind her ears.
Nigel bent and passed her the dryer. He’d always loved her hair, which was thick and shiny, with a natural wave to it. Both Lucy and Vi had inherited it, for which they were no doubt grateful. His own hair was completely straight and lifeless, and kept cropped short.
Karen put down the hairdryer, gave it a final brush, then checked his reflection for approval.
“Perfect. Now, put on some lipstick… No, lip gloss. I want them shiny, and red.”
He watched closely as she used a thin pencil to draw the outline first, enjoying filthy thoughts at the way she pouted her lips to apply the gloss.
When she’d finished, her gaze returned to his reflection. “Mascara?”
He shook his head. “No, that won’t be necessary. Take your robe off and let me see if you need anything else.”
She giggled as she stood and turned to face him. Slowly, she untied the belt and slipped the robe back off her shoulders. He looked down at her naked body. Pale triangles over her breasts and groin contrasted with the deep, golden tan on her shoulders, stomach and legs. Her full breasts looked amazing, the nipples already erect.
“You look perfect.”
She glanced down at herself. “I can’t help but think I may need to put something else on.”
“You’re right.” He reached over and took the bottle of perfume from her dressing table. “Spray this on your neck and in your cleavage.”
She did as instructed. “There, but I was thinking of something more in the way of—”
“Later. Lie on the bed.”
Her brows rose, but she moved over to the bed and pulled back the mosquito net and lay on the four-poster bed.
“Open your legs.”
She obeyed, her breathing shallow.
Nigel opened one of the drawers on his side of the room and took out a pile of ties. “I’m glad I packed four of these.”
Karen’s mouth dropped open.
He quickly secured her ankles and wrists to the corner posts, then returned to the drawer and took out a black silk scarf of hers he’d brought for this very purpose.
“Nige, what are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He expected her to remind him about no sex for him, but she didn’t mention it. He knelt on the bed, fitted the blindfold, then added, “Actually, you won’t see.” He kissed her gently, so as not to smudge the lip gloss, then stepped off the bed, dropping the mosquito nets back into place. Finally, he dimmed the lighting.
At the bedroom door he glanced back at her, spread-eagled, naked and blindfolded. She looked like every man’s wank fantasy.
“And now I’m going to go out and find you a cock.” He briskly left the bungalow, heading for the hotel.
Inside, he peered into the recreation room. Sure enough, the woman in the wheelchair was there, just like she’d been on the previous two nights, and so was her companion, the guy who’d struggled to take his eyes off Karen all week long.
Sliding onto the stool next to him at the bar, Nigel ordered a beer. He wondered if the guy even recognised him as Karen’s partner.
When Nigel got his beer, he looked at the guy and held out his hand. “Nigel, from England.”
After a pause, the guy shook his hand. “Michael, Toronto.”
Nigel nodded. “How are you enjoying the island?”
“It’s cool. We come here every year.”
“Nice. My first time.” He took a sip of beer, then smiled. “We did the boat trip the other day. Saw dolphins, but no whales.”
“You want to see whales, go do a boat trip off the coast of Canada.”
Nigel laughed. “I’ll add it to my bucket list.” He noticed Michael’s glass was empty. “Another?”
Michael nodded. “Thanks.”
Nigel signalled to the barman. “So, do you work in Toronto?”
“I do some volunteering, but mainly I just look after my mom.”
Nigel felt a rush of sympathy. The guy was probably an only child who’d found himself responsible for looking after his disabled, widowed mother. But he needed to keep him talking, if only to keep his imagination ticking over. Now that he was actually in the business of procuring cock for Karen, he had no real idea of how he was going to guide the conversation towards an offer to bang his wife. “Volunteering?”
Michael nodded. “I drive older residents in our area to hospital appointments, pick up medicines and groceries, stuff like that.”
Nigel regarded Michael. He was probably in his late-thirties, about five-ten and a stocky build, with thinning pale brown hair. His upper lip protruded a little over his lower one, giving him a permanently disgruntled expression. He wore a baggy t-shirt and shorts, with tan leather sandals over white sports socks. He was hardly Karen’s type—but then, he didn’t need to be.
“How long are you here for?” Michael asked.
“We’re halfway through an eleven-day stay.”
Michael gave a sad smile. “Lucky you. We fly home tomorrow.”
Perfect. Nigel suppressed a smile as the window of opportunity flew wide open. “That’s a shame. Listen, Michael…” He took a deep breath and glanced over towards the recreational room. “Are you free for the next hour or so?”
Michael nodded. “Sure, why?”
Nigel smiled. “I’ve got something to show you. I’m pretty sure you’re going to like it.”
“Curious stuff.” Michael looked anxiously over at his mother, who was deep in conversation with another guest. He frowned for a moment, but then relaxed, evidently deciding to see where the night took him.
The men finished their drinks and headed along the path. Nigel wondered how he’d react to what he was about to walk into.
At the bungalow, Nigel motioned Michael inside. Without saying a word, he walked to the bedroom door and pushed it open. He heard Michael’s breath catch when he saw Karen on the bed. Nigel walked into the room and stood at the side of the bed. Michael followed slowly, his eyebrows so high they were almost at his receding hairline. For a long, tense moment, Nigel thought the guy might bolt.
Karen’s face suggested she was listening to the sounds of footsteps on the tiled floor. She must have been aware there was someone else there. Michael’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, but he didn’t retreat.
Nigel seized the moment. “Honey, I’ve brought someone to see you.”
She didn’t speak. Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing changed a little. Other than that, she didn’t move.
“Michael, this is my wife. I thought you might like to… see her close-up.”
The guy couldn’t tear his gaze from Karen’s prone body.
Nigel smiled. “Why not pull the netting back so you can get a proper look?”
In a daze, Michael stepped to the bed and parted the nets.
“She’s beautiful, right?” Nigel whispered.
Michael nodded, his eyes wide like those of a child at the fair.
“Touch her leg. Feel how smooth the skin is.”
Michael glanced at Nigel, then at Karen, confusion creasing his face.
Nigel elbowed him gently, wanting to coax him past the point of no return. “Go ahead.”
As Michael stretched his hand out towards Karen, Nigel saw he was shaking. His fingertips stroked Karen’s leg, making her tremble, too. Michael snatched his hand back.
Nigel laughed. “Quit worrying. You�
�ve hardly been able to keep your eyes off those legs all week, so make the most of the opportunity. Enjoy the softness of her skin, feel the muscle tone in her calves and thighs.”
Shuddering with nerves, Michael ran his hand slowly around her ankle and then moved up Karen’s leg. She let out a sigh as he reached her upper thigh. Nigel watched, his own cock thickening at the sight of another man fondling his wife. He’d have preferred to take things slowly, but he knew they had time before Michael would need to leave.
“She’s got amazing tits, too. Incredibly soft, and yet firm. Have a feel.”
Michael didn’t need telling twice. He cupped a breast, his fingers closing around the nipple. Karen let out a quiet moan.
“Get on the bed, Michael.” Nigel kept his voice low and tried to sound calm. “Use both hands and enjoy fondling them. You’ve been staring at them all week.”
Though blushing furiously, Michael climbed on the bed and knelt—still fully dressed—between Karen’s spread thighs. He reached forward and grasped both breasts, kneading and pinching at the nipples.
Karen groaned and writhed.
Michael saw her reaction and glanced at Nigel.
Nigel nodded in reassurance. “She wants this as much as you do. Enjoy yourself.”
Nigel bit his lip at the expression of awe on Michael’s face. He let the man ease into the situation for a minute or so, then moved things along. “Feel her cunt, see how wet she is.”
Open-mouthed, Michael moved his gaze from Karen’s blindfolded face down to her exposed sex. Slowly, he moved his hands down her body. When his hand had reached between her legs, he stopped.
“She’s wet, right?”
Michael nodded.
Nigel’s cock was rigid. He discreetly adjusted his stance, though Michael seemed oblivious to anything except Karen’s cunt. “That’s because she wants it. Slide your finger inside.”
Michael slowly pushed in his middle finger. Karen let out a groan.
“Does it feel hot and tight?”
Another nod, but his eyes remained fixed on Karen’s body as she undulated on the bed, moving herself against his finger.
Nigel swallowed, tried to keep his voice steady. “Think how good it’d feel to put your dick in there.”
Michael’s head snapped up.
He nodded encouragingly. “That’s right, I want you to fuck her.” He glanced at Karen, who was still rolling her body with Michael’s finger inside her. “And she wants you to fuck her, too.”
The younger man stared down at her face for a moment, then glanced uncertainly back at Nigel.
“Fuck her.”
Michael stripped off his elasticated shorts, exposing his already-hard cock. Nigel was impressed by its girth. The guy may not be Karen’s type, but she was going to enjoy getting nailed by him. After lowering himself over her, Michael glanced at Nigel one final time, as if triple-checking for permission.
Teeth clenched in anticipation, Nigel gave an impatient nod.
A single lunge of Michael’s hips sent his cock deep. Karen groaned and pushed her head back into the pillow. Nigel held his breath as Michael pulled back and slammed into her again.
Michael fucked her hard, and her groans got louder and louder.
Nigel’s cock dripped precum inside his boxers as he watched Karen getting fucked by a man whose identity she’d never know. Though enjoying the spectacle, he kept a close eye on Michael’s expressions. He didn’t want this to be over too soon. He really hoped Karen would get to come before Michael did.
Her whispered, “Oh fuck,” told him he was going to get his wish. Her mouth dropped open and she let out a series of whimpers as she came.
Michael’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and he was panting.
Nigel decided he couldn’t delay his next move for much longer. “Michael, look at her mouth.”
He frowned, then let his gaze settle on her face. His thrusts became a little more urgent.
Nigel knew he had to be quick. “Don’t you want to see your cock sliding between those shiny red lips?”
Michael grimaced, as if trying to convey how close he was to coming.
Well aware, Nigel became more directive. “I think you should put your dick in her mouth and shoot your load down her throat.”
The apprehension in Michael’s face suggested that he’d love to, but didn’t think she would approve.
“Honey, part those painted lips if you want Michael to come in your mouth.”
She immediately opened wide, holding her tongue out over her bottom lip.
Michael gave one last thrust before scampering up the bed. He guided his glistening cock between her lips and Karen lifted her head, using her neck muscles to bob back and forth on his cock, taking his entire length.
Michael shuddered, then let out an unmanly squeal as he arched his back. Karen’s throat worked as she swallowed his load. Michael sobbed, and Karen continued moving her head for another few seconds until finally stilling. She’d sucked him dry.
She released his cock and dropped her head back onto the pillow. Michael scooted back to kneel on the bed between her legs, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
Nigel smiled at him. “How was that?”
Michael shook his head, looked down at Karen’s body, then exhaled noisily.
“I know,” Nigel said. “She’s amazing. But you’re not finished yet.”
“Wh… what?”
Nigel nodded at her prone body. “Why not spend a little time exploring all the curves?”
Michael reached back on either side and placed his hands on Karen’s feet, stroking her insteps with his fingertips. Slowly, he moved up to her ankles, calves and then thighs. He ran his hands over her hips, over her tummy and cupped her breasts again, spending over a minute lifting and fondling them.
Nigel leaned over the bed a little. “Don’t you want to kiss them? I think you should suck those big fat nipples into your mouth.”
Michael’s head dropped immediately to her chest. He sucked noisily on first one nipple, then the other.
“That’s right. She loves getting her tits sucked.”
As Michael concentrated on kissing and sucking her right breast, his hand squeezed and pinched the nipple of her left.
Nigel wondered how long it’d take Michael to get hard again. He knew they were on the clock, here. “Don’t forget she has other needs. Finger her while you’re sucking her tits.”
Not breaking contact with the nipple in his mouth, Michael reached down. Nigel saw him push his first and second finger into her cunt, and Karen let out a breathy moan.
“That’s right, Mike. Fuck her with your fingers.”
Michael started to piston his arm, and Karen got more vocal. Nigel leaned back and tried to peer beneath Michael’s t-shirt as he knelt over his wife’s body. He didn’t have a clear view of the guy’s cock.
“She loves being fingered, but if you think you’re ready to go again, you should shove your dick back inside her.”
Michael released her nipple and knelt up, showing his rigid dick. No longer hesitant, he positioned himself and pushed inside her.
Karen sighed and raised her groin to meet each thrust.
Michael held himself up on straight arms and fucked her hard, each thrust sending a shockwave through her body, making her tits shake.
“That’s it, Michael. Fuck her good and hard.” The hairs on the back of Nigel’s neck were standing on end, his spine vibrating with lust. “She wants you to keep fucking her like that.”
Karen let out a series of short sobs. She was coming again.
“Can you feel her gripping your cock, Mike? You’ve fucked her to another orgasm, and now she wants yours.” Nigel could hear his own voice breaking with emotion, but he doubted if Michael would notice. His eyes were closed and teeth clenched. He was very close.
“There’ll be no stopping you this time, no changing positions. You just need to keep fucking her until you shoot your load inside her. T
hat’s what she wants, Mike. She wants you to fire your cum deep inside her cunt.”
“Ahh…!” Michael squeezed his eyes shut and held still.
Karen writhed and moaned as yet another a man’s cum sprayed into her body. Michael’s thrusts resumed as he unloaded the rest, his face contorted with the effort.
Finally, the pair on the bed became still and silent, though Nigel’s pulse raged in his ears. Michael stayed inside her for over a minute before he eased himself out and pulled his shorts back on. He sat back on his haunches and stared at Karen’s sex.
Nigel followed his gaze and saw the steady trickle of cum oozing out of her. Another shiver ran down his back.
Michael slowly climbed off the bed, seeming reluctant to look Nigel in the eye.
Nigel needed to get his own breathing under control. He stalled for time by looking down at his wife—her body now covered in a fine sheen of sweat—then turned to Michael. “If you think you have the energy, I can untie her and flip her over, then you can fill her last hole with your cum, too.”
Michael recoiled, scowling as he shook his head. “I’m not gay.”
Nigel shrugged, offering a friendly smile. “That’s fine, I just thought—”
Michael glanced at his watch. “I should be getting back, it’s time…”
“Okay, that’s fine.” Nigel smiled. “This was more fun than sitting in the bar though, right?”
Michael’s grin was wide. “It was way more fun. Thanks.” He turned to Karen. “Thanks to both of you.”
Karen didn’t speak as Nigel walked their guest to the door. Once he’d seen Michael disappear into the night, he returned to Karen and removed the blindfold.
She stared up at him. “Untie me.”
He scrambled to release her, worried he’d taken things too far. “Karen, I—”
“Now turn me over and tie me up again.”
“What? I—”
She flipped face down and star-fished herself across the bed. “Tie me up.”
Nigel quickly reattached the makeshift shackles.
“Lose your clothes and get on the bed.”
It took him all of seven seconds.
“Now, do what your friend wouldn’t,” she ordered, turning her head to look up at him. “Fill my other hole with cum. Dip your cock into my pussy and use his cum as lube. I know you’ll like that.”
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