Part 1

It had been a very long cold winter. We needed to get away. We both yearned for some warm weather and Caribbean sunshine. The holiday had been booked since November last year. It seemed a lifetime ago though and had taken ages in coming around.

The plane bumped down on the tire mac with a judder. Then the pilot applied the breaks and we were all momentarily pushed forward in our seats until the aircraft’s speed was reduced such that it could turn off the runway and taxi to the small airport terminal we could see just outside our window. It was windy and the palm trees around the terminal swayed to and fro in the breeze against an azure blue sky with no clouds.

Reaching it’s stand the plane came to a sharp halt and the jet engines shut-down with a slow tired whine. It took only a few minutes for a staircase vehicle to pull up beside the aircraft and for the cabin crew to open the door. It hadn’t been a busy flight and there were many seats not occupied. There was no stampede for the door and we all exited in orderly fashion. On exiting the plane the first thing to hit us was the heat. Though windy, it was dry and hot, it seemed to sucked the moisture from your mouth and you started to sweat immediately. Another vehicle had pulled up beside the plane to unload the baggage now and for a moment I watched as the cargo doors were opened and a couple of handlers climbed on-board. My wife tugged at my arm ushering me along. The tire mac was boiling hot and the heat rose up through the souls of my shoes. We were led into the terminal through some sliding doors. The coolness of the terminal and the air-conditioning I knew was going to be only a short reprieve till we had to step outside again. Clearing Passport Control and collecting our luggage we made our way into the arrivals main hall. Waiting for us and collecting other passengers was our hotel resort Rep. She checked us off on her list and led us all out of the terminal to an awaiting coach, which for some reason was on the far side of the car-park.

Back outside in the hot Caribbean sun I was sweating profusely again and there were no porters about to help with the luggage either to my dismay. I pulled two heavy suitcases and with my hand luggage slung over my shoulder I puffed and panted my way towards the coach. My wife with her very light hand luggage over her left shoulder walked in front of me and was chatting happily to the Rep. The only consolation to my to my labours was I was able to follow very closely behind two very sexily moving bottoms. My wife was slim and petite, with shoulder length blond hair and dressed in a yellow summer dress which came down to just above her knee. She looked over her shoulder at me and asked if I was OK. I was about to reply, but she turned back immediately to her conversation with the Rep before I could. The Rep was a good head taller than my wife, with long dark black hair with ginger highlights falling down to just below her shoulders. She looked as though she was was mixed race with olive brown skin and dark brown eyes. She was equally slim like my wife, small tits and had beautiful long brown legs accentuated by her black high heals. She was dressed in a white loose fitting blouse and tight red skirt with a black belt about her waist. I was getting tired now of pulling the cases and tried to take my mind off the arduous task by concentrating on the two tight asses in front of me moving sexily beneath their clothing. I was concentrating maybe a a little to much as I nearly walked into them as they stopped suddenly in front of the coach. I apologised immediately. My wife gave me a stern stare and the Rep laughed mischievously at me.  .

The front door of the coach swooshed open letting out a gush of cold air-conditioned air and the two woman climbed aboard, leaving me outside to deal with the luggage. The doors of the luggage compartments were open. No sign of the driver or any help though. Others were putting there cases in. So I followed their lead. By the time I got on board I was dripping with perspiration. I found my wife towards the middle of the coach, she had taken a window seat and was looking out towards the terminal building cool as a cucumber. I flopped down beside her and let out a big sigh. She turned looked me up and down and asked what I had been up to. I looked back at her incredulously. She smiled sweetly back and gently patted me on my arm and then resumed looking out the window again. I shook my head and looked down the aisle towards the drivers seat. No sign of him or her yet. The Rep was helping a elderly woman into her seat opposite me. The old lady had insisted on a window seat. The Rep leaned forward to buckle her safety belt up and her backside was inches from my face. What a fabulous bum, so round and firm, it strained against the red fabric of her skirt. The skirt rose up on the back of her legs giving me a tantalising gimps of her strong lean hamstrings.  The seatbelt secured she straightened up turned and walked down the coach to help someone else, whilst flattening down the back of her skirt to it normal position.

The coach now full and the luggage all stowed the driver finally appeared. I big bald fat black fellow dressed in a beige uniform and sweating badly. He squeezed into his seat and we were finally on our way. It took just over an hour to get to our resort. Travelling over some rough roads, some not asphalted and a land filled with sugar-cane and banana plantations. Occasionally we could gimps the sea to our right through the tropical green countryside, a deep dark aquamarine colour some way in the distance. I lay back in my seat and closed my eyes and tried to relax a bit.

The road became noticeably smoother as we turned right through some gates onto the driveway leading up to our resort. On each side of the coach now were well tended tropical gardens, stocked with palm trees and bright red and yellow flowers. A moment later we came up to a roundabout in front of the resort entrance. The coach slowed and cam to a graceful stop. Our Rep stood up and explained we were all to follow her into reception to check-in and collect our complementary cocktails and have our arrival photographs taken. The normal greeting I thought to myself here in the Caribbean, except for the Photographs anyway. That was unusual. My wife checked us in whilst I pointed out our luggage to a porter in the coach. He had just got it all on a trolley when my wife turned up beside me with our room number, keys and a couple of drinks. The porter happily pushed away our case whilst my wife informed me that my presents was required for the photograph. I took a drink from her and followed her into the foyer where the group of us new arrivals was congregated.

Two black guys, one gathering couples to ether and the other was then taking the photograph of them. Both were very jovial types and were cracking jokes, everything to get get the guests into that party mood. I sipped my cocktail, a Strawberry Dacko I think. It was very strong and the alcohol seemed to go straight to my head just after it stung my throat on the way down. I let out a sigh. My wife then elbowed me in the ribs playfully. “Come on!” She prompted me . “It’s our turn.” The younger of the two black men took my wife by the arm with me in tow and positioned us in front of a huge palm. He was easily six foot and very muscular. I could tell my wife fancied him straight away as she flirted and played he dumb blonde bit with him. The photographer was older maybe in his thirties with a short goaty beard beginning to grey at the edges, not has tall has his assistant, but just as well built and handsome. He  smiled happily at us and asked us to raise our glasses. He took a couple of shots and then declared we could move aside for the next couple. Finally free from our cocktail reception we head for our room.

My wife chatted merrily away beside me as we walked through well manicured gardens and passed a couple of swimming pools. Some scantily clad girls caught my eye as they lay towels down on some loungers. My wife spotted me looking and I got a light punch in the arm. “Behave!” She chastised me. I grinned back. The resort looked lovely I had to admit, but I was so tired. I just wanted to lay down for awhile and close my eyes. Our room was located in one of the eight ‘blocks’ which made up the guest accommodation of the resort. Each ‘block’ was two stores high and consisted of some two dozen rooms. Some ‘blocks’ overlooked swimming pools and others, like ours had sea views. 

Entering our room we met firstly by the air-conditioning which was on full and a very welcome relief to the blistering heat outside . There was a small entrance hall with the bathroom and WC off to the left through a door, there were two marble wash basins in front a a very large wall mirror,  a bath and a very large walk in shower big enough for two or three people. To our right was an area to stow our empty luggage and where spare sheets and blankets were stored. There was also a safe too. The door in front of us led into the main bedroom. It was very spacious, with a huge bed with side tables taking centre stage. I could easily loose my wife in that bed, I thought to myself. Above the bed a large exotic painting of a Caribbean beach scene hung, depicting men and woman in colourful beachwear playing in the sea. There was a long mahogany dressing table and chair with a vanity mirror at the foot of the bed. The built in word robes and cupboards with mirrored doors were to our left and overlooking the bed. On the other side of the bed was a small lounge area in front of some long patio doors leading out to a balcony. In this lounge area was a small table and two comfortable looking arm chairs and a small TV on it’s own mahogany stand.

Crossing the room we opened the patio doors. On the balcony was a small drinks table and a couple of  sun-lounger chairs with blue soft foam covers. The view from our first floor balcony was fabulous. We looked through a gap between a couple of gently swaying palm trees. There was a short expanse of golden sand and then there was the sea lapping gently on the shore. It was idyllic. We were not overlooked by anyone and the only way to see into our room was to be directly on the beach in front of us or to peak around the stone walls from our neighbours rooms.

Our cases had arrived before us and now my wife opened them and started to pack away our cloths.  I closed the patio doors to the balcony. My wife asked if I was OK. I nodded and just said I felt tired and just wanted to lay down for a bit. She smiled and continued unpacking. I lay back on the Super King size bed and gazed up at the slowly rotating ceiling fan within seconds I was asleep.

When I woke my wife was in the shower and I saw it had got dark outside. I must have slept a good four hours or so. I sat up on the bed and rubbed my eyes. In front of the bed was the dressing table with a mirror. I observed myself. I looked tired and wiry, I ran my hand over my head. My head ached! That cocktail I had at the resort greeting really had knocked me out.

My wife emerged from the bathroom. Clouds of steam followed her. She had wrapped a towel around her head, aside from  that she was stark naked. Walking into the bedroom she turned to her left and and studied herself in the full length mirrors of the the wardrobe doors. She twisted and turned. Check her pert little bum was fine and then then her little titties were firm enough by giving them a gentle squeeze. Then she rubbed at her pussy, which I could tell she had just shaved. Not yet touched by the sun her skin was pale but unblemished, just a little pink from the hot shower. She now grabbed a bottle of moisturiser and started to rub it onto her body, starting with her long slim legs. She caught me looking.

“What do you think!” She asked.

“Beautiful” I replied.

“Not getting ready for Dinner?” She asked.

I then realised how really hungry I was. “I trust you have left me some hot water for me?” I asked climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

“Yes. There is plenty.” She assured me cheekily. She normally took ages in the bathroom and normally there was no hot water left. So my expectation was low and so I wasn’t surprised that only a few minutes under the shower the water became noticeably colder. However I was done and now with a towel around my waist headed back into the bedroom.

My wife hadn’t dressed yet and was drying her air with a hair-drier in front of the dressing table. She had tossed her towel onto the bed and now was using a brush to curl her hair into shape, arms raised up I watched the little giggle of her tits as she worked. She caught me looking again in the mirror and smiled. “Hurry up I’m hungry.” She said.

I dug out a pair of trousers and a light T-shirt and was dressed in moments. My wife on the other hand despite saying she was hungry took her usual sweet time to get ready. After putting her make-up on she took a few minutes to decide on what to wear. Bending over in front of me as she rummaged through the draws in the wardrobe. Her lovely white back side tantalising me inches away from my face. I glimpse her smoothly shaven pussy beneath. Her slit. I felt a stirring in my loins. Eventually a decision was made and she straighten up. Then slipped into a light blue shirt with a matching top.

“Aren’t you putting any underwear on?” I asked as I watched her as she dressed.

“Nope!” She said cheekily and smiled at me.

“Isn’t that a little risky?”

“Maybe!” She replied. A wicked sauciness in her tone and demeanour now.

All she had to do was lean forward a little and her tits would pop out of her top which was quite low cut and then when she sat down who knows what some lucky person might get an eye full of. The idea though some how made me horny.

Anyway,  dressed we headed off to the restaurant. There were several establishments to choose from. Some you had to book the day before but a couple, the buffet ones you could just turn up too. It was our first night so we elected to try one of the buffet restaurants. My wife put her arm through mine and we leisurely strolled through the tropical gardens. It was very dark and our way was lit by three foot high posts with lights along the pathway. The noise of insects filled the air, chirping and buzzing as they went about their nocturnal business.

“It’s lovely.” My wife commented as she looked at one of the pools as we passed. It was all lit up with underwater lighting, blue and inviting. It was a very warm and humid eventing and I was beginning to sweat again. “The pool has a swim up bar too!” She observed.

“Humm!” I replied.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“Just hot and sweaty again.”

“Understand now why I wasn’t keen on wearing my underwear!” She nudged me in the ribs.

Yeah! I thought to myself.

We reached the restaurant door and were greeted by the manager and some of the staff. A cocktail  was thrust into my hand and a second later a bright flash nearly blinded me as the photographer and his assistant appeared as if from nowhere. Lots of smiles and jovial comments. Mostly directed at my wife who happily soaked them all up like a sponge. Both expressed how much they liked my wife’s attire and how gorgeously lovely her long legs were. She loved the flirting and it took me tugging at her arm to pull her away.

“They are nice!” She said. Nice. I thought to myself. Given half the chance I bet they would...

“Let’s sit here.” My wife announced interrupting my chain of thought as we walked up to a free table, which was on the veranda overlooking one of the swimming pools. I nodded my approval and we sat down. It was a small table for two and we sat opposite each other. A waiter came over and asked if we would like anything to drink. We ordered a bottle of white wine. He explained that we should help ourselves to the food and could have has much or as little as we liked. Leaving our cocktails on the table we headed over to the buffet area.

So much to choose from. A whole bar dedicated to salads. Another for fish dishes and another for meat and vegetables, another for deserts and fruit. Everything looked delicious. When I returned to the table a had huge plate full of food. More than I could eat I’m afraid to say.

The wine had arrived and I poured a glass each for both of us. My wife returned and put her plate on the table. Leaning forward she pulled the chair in behind her to sit down. I could see right down her cleavage, her little tits hanging loosely momentarily. She brushed herself down and looked up at me.

“It looks good!” She declared.

“Yes. It does.” I agreed. Not wholly commenting on the appearance of the food.

The food was as good as it looked. I was famished and ate more than I thought I could. My wife picked at her plate, even though she had said she was hungry she wasn’t eating much. She finished her cocktail and started on the wine. She seemed a little preoccupied and was often looking about her. I eventually followed her gaze and saw she was watching our two photographer chaps as they made their way around the tables taking pictures of the diners.

“What do you think of the wine?” I asked her.

She returned her attention to me. “Oh! Yes it’s not bad.” She took a large sip emptying her glass.

“More?” I enquired.

She hesitated a moment then said. “Yes please.” Then extended her glass towards me. I filled it and she immediately took another big sip, before putting it down on the table.

“ Do you want desert?” I asked, trying keep her attention.

“Oh. Ah. No. You go if you want.” She encouraged me.

“I’m fine.” I told her.

Then as if by magic our two photographers appeared beside our table. My wife jumped as if startled like a small deer scared at the sound of a snapping branch. She quickly recomposed herself and laughed. I sensed a nervousness in her though.

“Sorry, sorry.” Apologised the photographer.

“It’s OK. It’s OK.” My wife assured him still laughing.

“Can we take a picture?” The photographers assistant asked.

“Maybe more then one picture eh!” The photographer nudged his companion and they laughed.

“Yeah. I’m sure it’s fine.” My wife looked at me for consent. “It’s fine isn’t it?” She asked.

I hesitated for a moment, then assented to her request. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

The photographers assistant quickly moved our plates out of the way on the table. My wife held out her hand across the table to me and I took it in my own. Her grasp was wet and clammy.

“Lovely.” Said the photographer. “Give me a smile.”

I grinned and the flash went off.

“That was great!” Exclaimed the Photographer. “Now if you both could lean a little closer together please.”

I and my wife lent towards each other till our shoulders touched and we were facing the camera.

“Smile.” Said the photographer.

The flash went off again.

“Hold it there. Let me take a couple more and we are done!”

The flash went off three more times.

The photographer looked very happy as he examined the pictures on the screen on the back of the camera. He showed his assistant. Who smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Thank very much.” Said the Photographer. Then added. “Very pretty lady.” He winked at me and smiled gleefully at my wife. “I’ll download the pictures. You can come and see them later this evening. My shop is beside the Reception desk and open till ten o’clock.”

The two then moved onto assault another couple with their charm and charisma. My wife was smiling as the two walked off and down the remainder of the wine in her glass in one gulp.

“I’ll have some more of that!” She said.

“More of what?” I asked dumbly.

“The wine silly.” She chastised me.

I filled her glass.

From the restaurant we sat in the bar for awhile. We had some more wine and people watched. There were many people our own age and a few older couples. No children though. It wasn’t holiday time for them yet. Our sexy Rep walked by a few times and gave us a wave each time. She looked busy but it was obvious she wanted to come over and have a chat. She just didn’t get a chance.

By nine o’clock we agreed an early night might be a good idea tonight. It had been a long journey. The flight had been delayed and with the consumption of cocktails and wine we both just wanted to sleep.

“We should check the photographs out first though.” Said my wife. “They should be ready, shouldn’t they?”

“Oh. I guess so.” I agreed reluctantly.

We headed to the Reception. It was quite. A lone receptionist behind the desk looked up briefly as we passed and then went quickly back to doing his book work. In the shop the photographers assistant was sitting in front of a computer sifting through pages of photographs. He looked up as we entered and smiled broadly with his perfectly white teeth.

“Can we see our photo’s?” Asked my wife.

“Yes. Pretty lady!” Exclaimed the assistant cheerily.

He tapped away at the keyboard and a moment later a picture of us arriving at the resort came on the screen.

“Look at you!” My wife elbowed me in the ribs. “You don’t look very happy!”

I just grinned back at her. Remembering all the suite cases I had lugged about.

The assistant tapped a key and the photo was replaced by another of us arriving in the restaurant. I looked a little stunned in it and didn’t think anything of it and neither did my wife.

He tapped the key again. Now we were at our table. It was the first of the batch the photographer had taken there. I thought it didn’t look half bad. My wife didn’t think so though.

“You could be more cheerful.” She moaned.

“Sorry!” I shrugged.

The assistant tapped the same key again and the next picture appeared. At first I had to admit it was better than any of the others we had seen so far. I was at least smiling naturally and my wife was as beautiful as ever. The leaning closer together across the table improved the composition of the picture immensely. My wife giggled beside me.

“What’s up with you?” I asked.

She looked at me then back at the picture and giggled again. Then I saw what she had spotted. By leaning forward across the table towards me. The cleavage of her top had opened up and her right tit with a very erect nipple could be clearly seen.

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed.

My wife laughed. “What are the rest like?” She asked the assistant with trepidation.

He laughed loudly with her. “They are very good, lady!”

“Let me see!” She encourage him.

He tapped the button again. This time my wife was the only subject of the picture. I had been carefully pushed to one side in the framing of this shot. Her tit was very clearly exposed now. The assistant tapped the key again. This time it was a picture of her tit and nothing else.

“That is them all.” Said the assistant.

My wife was giggling. “We’ll take the restaurant photos if you don’t mind.”

“No problem pretty lady.” Smiled the assistant.

My wife turned to me. “I like them.” She said mischievously.

I just shook my head.

“I can do print for you?” Asked the assistant.

“Yes. That will be fine.” Agreed my wife.

“I can also give you a “key” to download the photo’s from our website if you like?”

“Ok. That will be good too.” She added.

A minute or so later we had prints of the photos in an envelope and were heading back to our room.

“What do you think of our photo’s?” My wife asked.

“They are OK. I suppose.” I replied.

My wife grinned cheekily back at me. “How do you feel about men looking at me?”

“What do you mean?” I asked puzzled.

“You know. Looking at my body. Seeing my tits and things?”

I though to myself for moment. “I guess I sort of like it.” I admitted, not sure where this question was heading..

She took my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Come on lets get back to our room. I want a fuck before I go sleep.”

She pulled me forward and at a slow jog we hurried onward. When we got to the door to our room my wife was very excited and as I fumbled to find the key card she was already undressing in the corridor. She had removed her top and was telling me to get a move on. A door opened down the hall way. I found the card and inserted it into the door lock. Just in time. A couple walked out into the corridor. My wife pushed me into our room and quickly closing the door behind her. Discarding her top and slipping out of her skirt, she left them on the floor in our entrance hallway. Naked now, except for her high heals she pushed me into the bedroom and onto the bed. She looked fabulous. After all that pre-vacation exercise she was trim and fit and now looking to get her nightly cardiovascular exercise.

“Get out of them cloths then!” She commanded as she slipped the shoes off her heals and stood there hands on hips waiting.