Page 25 of His Wife

“My turn,” he purred, with a crooked smile. Pushing her back on the seat, he slowly unbuttoned her shorts, and slid them down her legs. He went straight for her thighs, licking and flicking his tongue against her bare skin. His tongue moved to kiss and lick the soft petals of her pussy, lightning-quick flicks all around the vaginal entrance. Then his tongue retreated and his whole mouth took hold of her vulva and sucked at her labia in long, drawn-out movements.

She shuddered and groaned, “Oh, baby, fuck me now.” Pulling her to straddle him, then, he penetrated her succulent pussy easily. She groaned as she felt him enter, and they both pumped with all their might. Until their bodies erupted in rapturous spasms together. Panting with ragged breath he lay back, her head on his shoulder, smiling and loving the feeling of being together.

At Dunn’s River Falls the image of the waterfall was soul-cleansing. They stood at the water's base in knee-deep water amongst all the other visitors. Sally wore a two-piece bathing suit and Desmond wore swim trunks. With his hand around Sally’s waist, Desmond periodically gave her breast a light squeeze when no one was looking. On one occasion, they lay together beneath the surface and kissed underwater.

Sally tried to search her memory for the last time she was this happy, and could not find a similar period of prolonged bliss. She decided not to overthink things and just stay the course. After all, life had a way of sharply turning corners. She would just enjoy the moment. No promises, no talk of the future, no sweet nothings had been uttered, after all.

Having taken several pictures and thoroughly enjoyed themselves, Sally and Desmond made their way back to the car and got dressed. Once they were all set and ready to go, they kissed, started up the vehicle, and drove off for Dolphin Cove, which was not terribly far away.

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Sally was pleasantly surprised by Dolphin Cove. As she reached out to touch a dolphin, she was reminded of her visit to Sea World. But Dolphin Cove's tropical flare made it remarkable in its own right. Desmond and Sally watched as the trainers issued commands to the dolphins, who performed with much enthusiasm. They also examined the stingray exhibit. When they had finished viewing the sea creatures, Sally and Desmond took a trip to the other nature exhibit. They noted parrots and large lizards, but it was their encounter with the snake that was truly memorable.

“Would you like to touch the snake?” the attendant had asked, “It's really quite harmless.”

“Yeah,” replied Desmond attempting to tease Sally, “I know how much you love to pet snakes.”

“Do I now?” Sally replied, winking.

The attendant, who had not recognized the innuendo, enthusiastically moved the large snake toward Sally, who instinctively ran away, leaving Desmond in stitches.

When they felt that their excursion was satisfactorily completed, the two made their way to the car and began their trip back to Kingston. The radio cranked out hit songs from various Jamaican artists, most of whom Sally had grown accustomed to hearing since she’d arrived on the island. Though they were supposed to be heading home, Sally was surprised when Desmond stopped the car on a secluded beach.

Desmond led Sally to the shore of the beach. Though they could see a few people gathered in the far distance, they were otherwise completely alone. When Desmond dropped his pants, Sally followed suit and removed all her clothing, flinging them onto the sand. Desmond then laid her gently on the sand as the water from the beach splashed against their bodies. There was no longer a need for words.

As Desmond looked at her from above, Sally ran her finger across his cheek as if mapping his face in her mind. He lowered his face to nibble at her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and finally her vagina, his tongue searching all her delicate crevices. It made her heart thump and her pussy quiver. Finally, Desmond parted her legs and slid his cock inside of her. She shivered from the sensation. There, on the dark secluded beach, Desmond moved in and out of Sally like a piston, hitting the walls of her vagina with great enthusiasm.

“Yes, Desmond,” she cried out. “Fuck me! Oh god! Yes! I'm yours.”

Her cries made Desmond all the more dedicated. He continued working his hips, maintaining his pace until the milky white cream flowed tenderly from Sally's vagina. Finally, Desmond pulled out and shot his load onto her stomach. She, in turn, trembled uncontrollably as she rotated her hips, relishing the delights of her orgasm. The two embraced each others' bodies, clenching tightly as if to never let go, slippery and wet, covered in each others’ juices. Smelling that earthy, musky smell, listening to the waves brush the shore, sifting sand through her outstretched fingers, Sally felt she was in Paradise.

“You're an amazing woman, Sally,” Desmond murmured, his chest puffing. “I'm not sure I deserve such a heavenly angel.”

Sally cupped his face with her hand, “Come on. I'm no angel. And I meant what I said earlier: I'm yours. Just don't break my heart...” She changed her tune, though, when she realized she sounded sad. Anxious to lighten the moment, she took hold of his penis and winked. “And remember to give this to me as often as you can.”

“Now, THAT I can manage,” he replied. They laughed, lay together for a while longer, and then departed for home. In the car, Sally smiled as she wondered which exotic location Desmond would choose next.

Chapter 4

It was another hectic work day at the office. Most of the other workers had already gone home, and the few that remained were scattered throughout the building. Sally sat at her desk, putting away her things for the day. As she exhaled heavily, she noticed a figure moving toward her from the corner of her vision. It was Mike.

“Hey, Sally. Wat a gwaan?”

She paused for a second before she realized he was asking her “What's going on?” and smiled at the local dialect. “Oh, hi, Mike. Nothing much. It's nice to talk to you again.” She hoped she didn't reveal too much interest.

“Likewise. But what are you still doing here? Almost everybody has already left. Are you waiting for Desmond?”

“Well I was just about to – Why do you ask?” She looked at Mike with an earnest face. She wondered for a second if rumors were circulating; then she thought of how Mike might perceive her in such an event. The thought made her a bit apprehensive. Not that it should, really. But she liked Mike – a lot - and, unfairly perhaps, didn’t want him to think of her with Desmond.

“No reason,” Mike responded coolly. “It's just that I noticed the two of you hang out a lot. I'm almost jealous.” He folded his hands behind his head and gave a lighthearted chuckle.

Sally smiled, “Well, you shouldn't be. Desmond and I are just... good friends. And I’d be glad to hang out with you out once in a while.”

“That would be nice. Maybe I'll see you during the carnival season.” Mike stole a glimpse at his watch. It was well after five o'clock. “Time to get out of here. Nice talking to you, Sally.”

“Nice talking to you too. Bye, Mike.” Sally watched as Mike walked away, her eyes affixed to his tight ass. Such a hunk! she thought. She shook her head and reminded herself that Desmond was more than adequate. This, however, did not stop her from occasionally daydreaming about Mike.

Sally sat at her desk deep in thought. when pair of hands reached over her shoulders and began massaging her breasts. Sally watched as the hands worked their magic. Feeling herself getting turned on, Sally looked up:

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