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Gina in Jamaica Ch. 01

By: PaythePiper



When my wife and I got married, we decided to try something exotic for our honeymoon. It was my second marriage and her third and we wanted to start it right. After much discussion and research, we decided to go to Jamaica, the first time for either one of us.

Our choice was an all-inclusive resort. I had never heard of one before but the concept was simple- pay one time and everything is included- meals, room, alcohol, and no tipping. I liked the idea of biting the bullet before I even got there and not thinking of the bill every time I reached into my wallet. That's no way to enjoy a vacation.

Gina is a beautiful woman- big gorgeous brown eyes, long shapely legs, perfect butt, small waist and large natural breasts tipped with dark nipples that become as long and as thick as the first joint of my thumb when aroused. No matter what she wears, those thick nipples are obvious to everyone. I knew with the liquor being free, that coupled with her natural playfulness, would result in a wild seven days. I had no idea. 

Even while standing at the front desk checking in, I managed to wander to a nearby bar and order a couple of tropical drinks. I am not much of a drinker, but I was enjoying the luxury of not having to drive or wander into a street or any one of a dozen things drunks do to attract the attention of the police. With drink in hand, we walked to our rooms and unpacked our suitcases. Gina had packed every flimsy thing she could find but picked out some conservative shorts and blouse for our first exploratory stroll through the resort.

"That?" I asked her. "You can wear that at home. We're in Jamaica, mon. Loosen up."

She shot me one of her looks. "I'm here to have a good time, not walk around naked."

I knew I was on dangerous ground and backed off. If she thinks she's getting pushed into something, she will dig in her heels and I didn't want that to be the theme for the rest of our stay.

"You wear whatever makes you comfortable." I said soothingly. We spent the rest of the day exploring- finding the bars, restaurants, hidden hammocks, game room, beaches and event locations. And we drank the entire time. Why not? All we had to do was walk up to one of the many bars and just point and we did a lot of pointing. Every drink was something different- most with some kind of rum but vodka, tequila, bourbon, anything we could think of.

The heat and alcohol finally got to us and we walked back to our room to take a short nap before so we could enjoy a late night. On the walk back, we passed a sign pointing to the nude beach.

"That would be fun." I remarked. "I've never done that before."

"You'll be doing it by yourself." she said. But I suspected her resistance was more of a residual of our earlier conversation so I just smiled and acted like it was no big deal for me.

By the time I woke up from our little siesta, it was late in the afternoon. Gina was already up, dressed, and applying her makeup. She was wearing a very light cotton top, not sheer but you could make out two faint circles of brown under her shirt. She was obviously not wearing a bra and her nipples were making two small but prominent points. She had put on a tight pair of jeans that molded around her ass and accented her long legs.

I had hoped for something other than jeans but I was smart enough not to say anything. Like most women, she gets cold easily and I knew that any comment I'd make about her jeans might result in the addition of a turtle neck sweater, just out of spite.

We had a casual dinner, and then enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells of a Jamaican night. I personally was enjoying the sight of a beautiful woman, slightly tipsy, large breasts bouncing in a thin shirt, the relative coolness causing her nipples to swell. I was also enjoying the glances she was getting from other men standing at the bar or walking by. There were more singles than I thought I would see here, including a contingent of four men, varying ages but all of them younger than us. Gina is six years my junior and at forty-two years old, still makes the young heads turn.

I wondered if she was aware of the attention she was getting and late in the evening, I pulled her close, kissed her, and said, "Sure are a lot of men who seem to enjoy beauty."

She laughed and snuggling closer, said, "That's all in your head."

"Oh, c'mon," I scoffed, "Those guys can't take your eyes off you." I nodded to the men sitting at a nearby bar, their backs turned to us, talking to each other.

"Those guys," she said, laughing, "are young enough to be my son."

"Well," I said, "I don't think they are having motherly thoughts about you."

"You are too silly." she said, giggling. I then knew two things: she was drunk and this would be the wrong time to push her, but I could see that the seed was planted. Gina has tremendous pride and confidence in how attractive she is to other men and I knew that the germ of a challenge was there, ready for me to coax into bloom. I decided to wait and exhausted from our plane trip and first day, we went to bed shortly thereafter.

The next morning we had breakfast in a large veranda on the beach.

"This is like a cruise on land." I told her. "Food all the time, plenty to do- this was a great idea."

We went out on the beach- Gina had worn a new bathing suit that I had not seen before. It was white and the top was cut low enough that I knew her aureoles and tan line would be right next to each other, but it was the bottoms that took my breath away. They clung to her mound like a second skin, clearly outlining the lips of her vulva and were so low that I could see a stray hair or two peeking out at the top. 

We found a couple of lounge chairs and with drinks in hand, laid out in the sun. Gina tans easily, her Italian heritage evident in her slightly olive skin, and before long, she had taken down her straps and lay out, enjoying the ocean breeze without a care in the world while I made regular runs to the beach bar and kept us stocked up in liquor.

One time, as I handed her a drink, I remarked casually "Those men that couldn't keep their eyes off you last night are at the bar. I heard them talking, I think they're Canadian."

She craned to look at them, then settled back in the lounge, acting as if she could care less, but about half an hour later, when I started to get up tor3efesh our drinks, she reached out and put her hand on my arm. 

"You sit down," she said. "You've been up and down all day for me- I'll buy this round."

"Okay," I said, "but they are too young for you so don't come back all disappointed."

She gave me a look. "There isn't anyone too young for me and besides, that has nothing to do with it."

"Whatever" I said. "I'm just repeating what you said last night. I mean, you were right, they ARE very young. The oldest one can't be any older than thirty, maybe younger."

"We'll see how old they are." she said, standing up. She had brought a wrap with her and picked it up, but then dropped it back in the chair. 

I watched her walk to the bar and stand next to the men while she was waiting for her drinks. One of them said something to her and as she reached for her drinks, she answered and then stood there for a few minutes, talking to them and laughing. When she came back, she handed me my drink and said "They're very nice. I told them we would meet them at the bar later tonight for a drink."

I noticed that one strap of her bikini top had slipped and there was a tiny bit of a brown circle showing over the top of her suit,

"Did they get that show?" I asked, nodding to her top. She looked down and laughed. 

"I hope so" she said.

As we lay on the beach, I made my case for a visit to the nude beach but she would have nothing of it. We decided to do some snorkeling, something I used to do on a regular basis but it had been years since the last rime. She had never snorkeled and when we got into the surf, she was uncomfortable in the mask with her face underwater, but once she got used to it, she started to have a great time. We kicked our way out into the surf, pointing at coral and schools of brightly colored fish. When we stood up to get our bearings, I realized we were directly in front of the nude beach.

"Oops" I said. "We need to get back to the regular beach."

She squinted at the figures walking and laying in the sun, completely nude.

"That's my competition?" she asked

"Well sure" I said, "It's not just for super models. Those are just people who enjoy the feeling laying out nude."

"Damn." she said, looking over the naked bathers. "I am so there." She said it like she was just kidding, but I suspected that she might be seriously considering it.

Later we went back to our room for another short nap. When we got dressed to go out again, she picked a light blue semi-sheer top, an old one that was very worn. It had been around a long time and easily slipped off her shoulders. It only came down about halfway to her stomach and the outline of her breasts, and her dark nipples, were very obvious to anyone who wanted to look. 

We had a great dinner, and then wandered around, each with a drink in our hand. As we approached one of the bars, she looked disappointed.

"Well," she said, "it looks like my posse isn't going to show." Then her face brightened. "Never mind- I see one of them now."

At then other end of the bar were two of the guys, in fact. They waved and we walked over. Gina introduced me to them- Rod and David, both from Toronto. We sat at the bar and chatted for about thirty minutes and I excused myself and set out in search of a men's room. When I went back to the bar, I saw that the Rod had taken my seat and he and David were now flanking her. I stopped and watched. 

All three were laughing- Gina was smoking a cigarette and though she opted for the jeans again, those long legs just looked great. I noticed that one shoulder of her top had slipped down and I wondered just how exposed she was or if she was aware of anything. When I walked up to the trio, I saw that her right breast was nearly exposed and that the top had actually snagged on her nipple. The top brown of her aureole was showing and it was covered with the little bumps that indicated she was aroused. Every once in a while she would lean forward to flick the ashes from her cigarette into an ashtray and as she did so, the top would fall away, giving both of them a clear view of her entire breast, including her swollen nipple. Then she would lean back again. I knew in an instant that she knew exactly what she was doing and that she was having fu.

Occasionally she would lay a hand on the bare leg of whatever man she was talking to, letting it stay there for a few seconds before removing it to lift her drink to her lips. Both men were mesmerized and straining to see inside her shirt. Both were oblivious to me standing just a few feet away and I saw Rod casually put an arm around her, laying one hand on the shoulder that was exposed.

I knew exactly what he was going to do. After a few minutes, he moved his hand down her arm and very gently pushed the blouse down, just enough to unsnag the top from her nipple and Gina, seemingly unaware, kept talking wile her entire right breast was exposed. We could all see the nipple extend even more, pulling tighter on the aureole, erecting into its full magnificent length, yet Gina just kept on talking.

Of course, that wasn't enough for Rod, and I knew it wouldn't be. After he had exposed my wife's entire breast, he put his hand on the bar edge, just an inch or so from her nipple. I know he wanted to touch it, but didn't quite have the nerve. Gina, however, did have the nerve. As she talked to Dave, sitting to her left, she slightly twisted her body to the right to reach for her drink and her rock hard nipple just barely brushed the back of Rod's hand. She stayed in that position for a few minutes, allowing him feel the hardness of her nipple against his skin. When he couldn't take it anymore, he lifted one finger and gently traced the length of her nipple. Then his drew his finger down to the base and stroked the hard little bumps of her aureole.

I figured now was the time to rescue her. I walked away and then approached again from a direction that I knew they could see me, giving them plenty of time to cool down. When I arrived in the group, Gina's top was back in order, though her nipples were both so hard that it looked like they were going to punch through. As I ordered my drink, I glanced over and noticed that the tip of Dave's penis was just peeking out from the leg of his shorts and he had long shorts. Gina still had her hand on his leg and her fingers were very close to the head of his cock. There was some pre-cum oozing out and she kept glancing down at it while trying to pretend she didn't know it was there. It was late and I told her that I was ready to go to bed. She surprised me by agreeing quickly- I half expected her to tell me she would join up later but instead, she jumped off the stool and reached out to Dave to give him a goodnight kiss. His right hand found her waist and I saw it slide up slightly, but not enough to feel anything. She promised them we would meet up the next day and our second day in Jamaica was over.

Gina in Jamaica Ch. 02



The next morning, at breakfast, I asked her if she had any idea how much breast she had been showing the day before.

"It got a little out of hand" she said, "I just meant to tease a little bit but between the alcohol and all the attention I was getting, it was kind of exciting. Are you mad at me?"

"Actually I wasn't" I admitted, "it was kind of exciting for me too. I couldn't figure out what you were doing though."

"I was just having fun until I saw Dave's penis sticking out from underneath his shorts and that I just got carried away."

"Well," I said "I guess you proved to yourself that you still have what it takes to attract younger man."

"I was so close to touching his cock" she said. "It was hard to control myself. I must've had more to drink last night that I thought."

"You certainly gave those guys a vacation to remember." I said. "So what's on the agenda today?"

She gave me a wicked look. "I want to see them all."

"All what?" I asked.

"I want to see all four cocks" she said. "That's my vacation goal."

"Come on honey" I said. "I think you've made your point. You've got those guys panting all over you. You don't have to prove anything."

"It's not that," she protested. "It was fun and exciting and let's face it, we're far from home and this is an opportunity for us to be wild and not have to face the neighbors."

"How far do you plan on taking this?" I asked. "This is our honeymoon after all, not theirs."

"You're right," she said, "it just seemed to me that you were enjoying it too."

I thought about what she said. In fact, it was a turn-on to watch her flirt. Gina is easy to look at -- long legs, a fantastic ass, a small waist and large breasts with incredibly long hard nipples. Looking out at you from underneath her bangs with her big brown eyes, she can put on an innocent look while doing the most outrageous things. She's the most exciting woman I have ever known my entire life and watching her playing so casually last night was enough to make me explode. Even now as we ate breakfast, she was wearing another light cotton top, again not completely sheer but certainly enough to see the brown circles of her nipples. It had two thin spaghetti straps and hung low over her cleavage, the top stopping to slightly over her nipples. I thought she was wearing a pair of bikini bottoms but they looked incredibly tiny and I hadn't seen them before. I asked her what bathing suit they came from, she laughed and said "It's not from a bathing suit."

"I don't understand," I said. "If they're not from a bathing suit, where did they come from?"

"It's not a bathing suit" she repeated.

"Panties? You came out here wearing your panties?" I was aghast. "Don't you think this is getting a little out of hand?"

"My bathing suit bottoms are too big" she said," and I have a much bigger collection of underwear. I could go out and buy more bathing suits but since the bottoms are basically panties anyhow, why waste the money?"

I just shook my head. "It's your vacation too" I said. She was sitting next to me at the table and I leaned over a little bit to get a better look. Her panties rode low on her waist and were cut high in the leg. Gina's legs are model perfect, slim and shapely, and they ended together right where her skin-tight panties stretched across her pussy, a perfect mound pressing up against the thin stretched fabric of her panties. The curly pubic hair was clearly outlined through the material and you could plainly see her slit, outlined nicely by her two pussy lips.

She was watching me with a slight smile on her face. "Does this meet with your approval? I can go put some shorts on if you want me to." She leaned into me, laughing, and kissed my lips. As she kissed me, her left hand moved up my leg and onto my groin, grasping my swollen member. "Never mind, I think I just found your approval."

Damn, I was hard. Just the thought of other men getting a glimpse of my beautiful wife, of her luscious breasts with her long hard nipples, knowing that their eyes were traveling down her flat bronzed stomach past her navel, to see the taut skin from one hip bone to the other, to know they were gazing on that mound, that beautiful mound, that they could make out the outline of her vaginal lips, of her pussy, that they could see the darkness of her pubic hair, and the even darker crevasse that marked her cleft, and imagining the head of their cocks pushing past those lips- what the hell was wrong with me? And yet, thinking of her walking around front of everybody, her assets on display, watching her play the games that she plays so well was intensely arousing. I sighed, knowing she had won and would always win.

"Whatever" I said. "Just don't get in over your head." She smiled and stood up. Hand in hand, the two of us walked up to the front lobby to check the activities bulletin board. She pointed out the day's events that she wanted to attend and then tapped the activity for the next night.

"A pajama party -- that looks like fun. We need to go to the pajama party."

I rolled my eyes. "Please" I said. "One day at a time. I've gotta get through today first." She just giggled. The two of us walked up to the bar in the lobby and we each ordered a drink. After all, it was nearly 10 a.m. Sipping our drinks, we wandered through the garden area and back out onto the beach. On top of everything else, Gina is blessed with a perfect ass. Her panties rode up just enough to show most of her ass cheeks and she got a lot of admiring looks as we walked past. Dave and Rod, our two Canadian friends, were stretched out on lounge chairs. I notice that both were really in good shape, much better shape than me. The fact that they were both wearing tiny Speedo's only showed that they were well aware of their physique.

I always considered Speedos to be a largely European custom, and this was the first time I had seen them close up. Like bikinis, there must be different styles, which means basically size, and both of them had extremely small bathing suits that barely contained what appeared to be huge cocks. I don't think Gina had seen Speedos before either, but she didn't miss a beat. She stopped and said hi and the three of them had a conversation while I stood by, largely silent. They were trying not to be obvious, but their eyes kept flicking down to her panty-covered mound. She asked them if they had been in the water yet and Rod told her that he had just gotten out and that the water was warm. Gina gazed out at the breaking waves.

"Whenever someone tells me the water is warm, it's usually too cold for me," she said. 

"No, really," said Rod, "It's very nice. Here, feel it." And he stretched out his arm so that she could feel the water droplets. She reached and stroked his arm, but refused to accept that as definitive.

"It's had time to warm up," she said. "That doesn't tell me anything."

"Only one way to find out for sure," said Dave, grinning up at her.

Gina laughed. "I don't think so- I came out to get some sun."

Rod scrambled out of his lounge chair. "Here, you can have my chair. I'll just pull out another one for me. Oh, and you too," he said to me, just noticing that I was standing there.

"You guys get set up," I said. "I'm going back to the room to get some cigarettes. Does anybody want anything?"

"No, but thanks." Rod seemed almost relieved as he lugged one of the heavy wooden chairs over. "I'll have one set up for you when you get back."

Gina gave me a look, raising her eyebrows slightly and giving me a sly smile. She thinks I did this on purpose, I realized. She's thanking me for giving her a few minutes alone. She's thanking me for giving her a few minutes alone with two nearly naked men while she's in her panties and a thin see-through shirt. 

Walking away, I felt that I should be angry at her, but I was suddenly anxious to return and watch, out of sight. When I got back, I stayed on the back side of the beach, near the line of palm trees, close enough to see but well out of their line of sight. The men had put her lounge chair between the two of them and their chairs were so close that they were actually touching. It was almost one big wide lounge chair. Every once in a while, one would half roll over on his side to say something to her. She just lay on her back, keeping her eyes closed, and I could see her lips moving when she answered them. 

At one time, Rod turned over onto his stomach, then lifted the top half of his body of his chair with his elbows, which allowed him to turn his head and look at her while he was talking. I knew he was getting an eyeful of that long, taut body. He handed her a tube of what appeared to be sunscreen and she sat up and started to apply it to her legs, talking to them at the same time. The process of her straightening up in her chair did two things- it caused her the top of her shirt to swing out, giving Rod a nice view of her cleavage, and by drawing up her legs slightly to get the lotion on them, it accented the tight mound in her panties.

She acted like she didn't notice where their eyes were, but both Dave and Rod turned over on their sides facing her, ostensibly to hear her conversation, but in reality they were just staring at her pussy. When she was done with her legs, she stretched back out again and started applying the lotion to her flat stomach. She had pulled her shirt up as much as she could to expose her midriff to the sun and now she pushed the waistband of her panties down to the hairline- in fact, to just below the top of the hairline. Those black curly hairs were peeking out of the top and the panties, stretched across her thighs, were too small to lay flat so that each side was elevated an inch or so and from the right angle, you could see where the trunk of her body started to taper into each side of her pussy.

Then she pushed down the straps of her top, exposing her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, pushing the top down to just above her aureoles. I knew it was just above her aureoles because even from where I was, I could see the brown circles underneath her shirt and they stopped to just where the shirt was pushed down. She rubbed lotion on her chest and face, working it inside her cleavage and over the roundness that was exposed.

She lay back and closed her eyes again, seemingly unaware that neither man could lay back sown again. They were frozen in position, looking longingly at her panties that seemed to be about to fall off, and her breasts, just a centimeter from their view.

I moved in a little closer to get a better look and hopefully to hear what was being said. Rod had gotten up to go into the water, which appeared to be what Dave was waiting on. I heard him ask Gina for something- I don't know what it was but she half lifted out of her chair and leaned to the right, where Rod had been sitting, to look for it. After a few seconds of fruitless searching, Dave leaned over to help, which meant he had to lean over my wife. He stretched his body over and Gina just laid back, to give him room. His bare chest was pushing against my wife's barely covered breasts but the real action was when he scooted in a little closer, bringing his Speedo against her leg. I almost laughed- did he think my wife was going to allow him to fuck her on this public beach? Then I realized his strategy- he was just allowing Gina to feel his cock against her leg so she knew where it was. Her left hand, still lying on the side of the chair, was less than an inch away. 

Dave, while still pretending to be reaching, maneuvered the Speedo into my wife's open hand. She pretended she did not realize what was touching her, but after a second or two, she casually moved her hand up enough so that Dave could push the top of his Speedo between her fingers. Her fingers started to play with elastic band, then one finger flicked inside his swim suit and traced the head of his cock, which was half out of his suit. Still talking casually, she hooked her thumb on the outside of the Speedo and moved the rest of the fingers in, stroking the shaft of his cock and causing it to push out even more.

Dave was taking a dangerous chance here and had gotten himself in trouble. He could not roll over on his back, no matter what happened, and expose his hard cock to everyone on the beach. He was completely compromised but I don't think he cared right then. He was ever so slightly moving his body against Gina's hand, trying to get a rhythm. He put his other hand on her stomach and spread his fingers working one of them underneath the elastic of her panties. I know he had his small finger in a bush of hair, but she wasn't going to allow this, for two reasons: first, it was too overt on an open beach and two, she wanted to stay in control. I know how her mind works and the thought that she had this man at her mercy was what she enjoyed the most.

Still, she would let him have some fun and after pulling his hand away from her panties, she allowed him to tug the bottom of her top, just enough to expose one full nipple. It sprang out from under the top and started to stiffen while he watched. He tried to touch it but she pushed his hand away- they started to have a tug of war, her stroking his cock with her left hand while resisting his hand at her breast with her right hand. After a few seconds of this, he managed to pull her top down from her other breast, exposing the left nipple as well. Now both nipples, dark brown and engorged, were in view and Gina seemed to realize that things were getting out of hand. She had wanted to tease but not actually be raped. She started to pull her hands out of Dave's Speedo and he resisted, grabbing her arm and whispering something into her ear. She said something back and slowly put her hand back onto his cock while he removed his hand from her top and laid it on her stomach. Ah, I thought, a compromise.

Within seconds, I saw Dave close his eyes and arch his back. Then, as he bucked and spewed large spurts of jism, he plunged his mouth onto my wife's exposed left breast, sucking her nipple, pulling it up, savoring the stiffness of it against his tongue and lips. It happened so fast that she wasn't ready for it and couldn't stop it. His left hand, which had been on her stomach, slipped into her panties and cupped her pussy, one finger slipping into her wetness before she could pull him out.

Then it was over. He lay there exhausted while she arranged her clothes. I thought she would be furious- I certainly expected her to be. Instead, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, smiled at him, shaking her finger but laughing as she did it. She picked up a towel that was lying on the sand and carefully wiped down her left leg, then dropped the towel on the lounge chair. Rod was coming out of the surf towards us and I didn't want him to see me, so I backed out and found Gina sitting at the beach bar, sipping a drink.

"Having fun? I asked. I handed her the pack of cigarettes that I had been asked to retrieve.

"Where have you been?" she asked. She opened up the pack and took out a cigarette. She looked a little flushed.

"So what happened?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Things just got a little crazy." She lit her cigarette, inhaled, and blew out a long stream of smoke. "I ended up giving Dave a hand job."

"On the beach? In front of every body?" Even though I had just watched the whole thing, her telling me that still stunned me.

"Oh, nobody saw anything" she said. "It was discreet."

"You jacked off a man and let him suck your nipples on a public beach and you think that's discreet?" As soon as I said that, I knew I had made a mistake.

"I didn't tell you about him kissing my nipples" she said. "How did you know that? Were you watching? Don't you think that's kind of sick?"

"I came back and saw what was going on." I said. "It looked like you were having a good time so I didn't want to interrupt." This wasn't completely true and I knew it. "Besides, it's a good thing I was watching. That could have easily gotten out of hand. I thought I was going to have to jump in there and drag him off."

She smiled sheepishly at me. "Actually, it's more fun when you're watching. It makes me feel safer when I play."

"Looks like there was a lot of serious playing" I said. "How far did he get into your panties there at the end?"

She darted a look at me. "He got a finger inside me."

"And how did that feel?" I asked.

"Awful," she said quickly. Then, "No, that's a lie. I was wet and he knew it. He found my clit and if I hadn't been on the beach, I don't know if I would have stopped him. God, I'm so turned on!" she said, suddenly vehement. "I can't keep playing like this- we have to go."

"Go?" I asked, startled. "Go where? You mean, go back home? Leave our honeymoon? Sweetie, I gotta tell you, that was as exciting for me as it was for you. I don't care if you get excited, just bring it back to the room with me. You want to let men see your breasts or butt, you want them to fantasize about you, I'm good with that. But you have to be careful- something like today is going to make them think you want to do more than just flirt."

"But that's all I want is to flirt," she said. " I promise- it's just so easy to go a little further with it down here- maybe it's the booze, maybe it's the sun, maybe it's knowing we'll never see these guys again-but you're right, I went too far today and I'll have to make sure they understand that there's a limit."

"Honey," I said soothingly, "there's only one limit- no strange penises inside my wife. I don't care if you flash and I don't care if they flash, but only I go inside, ok? No dick, no fingers, only me, alright? And nothing unless I'm around and I mean absolutely nothing. If I'm not there, who's going to protect you? Or them for that matter."

She gave me that sly smile. "How about we seal this deal back in the room? Take a nap, then have some dinner, a romantic walk on the beach- you can come too."

"Ha ,ha, ha- you're killing me." I smiled at her. "And maybe you can wear something other than your panties."

"No promises there," she said. "But I did tell them I'd meet them at the bar tonight and I want to wear something sexy."

"Walking around in your underwear wasn't enough?" I asked.

She put out her cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. "C'mon," she said, "You need to finish me off."

To be continued...



Gina in Jamaica Ch. 03



This is part 3 of 5 of our Jamaica adventures.

*

It was late afternoon when we woke from our nap and Gina started going through her suitcase, looking for something that would show off her long legs and her large breasts. My wife knows what she has and how to use it. She pulled out a bikini top, threw it back in the suitcase, and then pulled out the matching bottoms. I had not seen this yet- it must have been something she bought special for our Jamaica trip. It was light blue, cut low in front and high on the hips, each side held together by a string. I watched her pull it tight on her body- it clung to her pussy like a second skin, her mound making a slight bulge. The thong back exposed her beautiful, perfectly shaped ass to the world.

"Wow" I said. "When do you get that?"

She gave me one of her stunning smiles. "You like?"

"I love." I said. She reached into her suitcase again and, pulling out a white mesh top, slipped it on over her breasts. The mesh was wide enough so that you could plainly see her nipples. 

"You're kidding, right? " I asked. "You're putting something on underneath that."

"I haven't seen Rod's rod yet." She giggled. "This should bring it out into the open." 

The thought of her walking outside was rapidly bringing my own member out into the open and I absently reached down and pulled it into a more comfortable position. She gave me a sly look, then walked out the door. Damn, I thought, she's going through with it!

I had to hurry up to catch up but even then I noticed the admiring looks she was getting. From a distance, you could only imagine what she might have underneath that mesh, but when you were close enough to have a conversation, the brown of her nipples was very obvious. She had a nice tan and there was a lot of skin from her belly-button to the top of her bikini bottom, and it was all flat and brown. Her legs, long and shapely, were made for a high cut bikini. In short, she was magnificent. 

Rod was by himself at the Tiki bar when we walked up, with a drink in front of him. Gina let out a squeal and rushed to him, leaning up against him and hugging him like he was an old friend she hadn't seen in months, rather than a relative stranger she had talked to only hours before. He was trying to look at her while he was hugging her, checking out what she was wearing, or more precisely, what she wasn't wearing. As she broke from the hug, he let one arm slide down as if to hold her around her waist but as he did that, his hand brushed her bare buttocks, dragging it from top to bottom and lingering for just a second.

"Let me buy you guys a drink." he said, acknowledging me for the first time. Gina hopped up on a bar stool next to him and I sat next to her, leaving her sitting between us. She started asking him about his day. He told us that Dave was still sleeping but while he talked he kept glancing at my wife's top. I know he was hoping for a nipple to push the mesh but the mesh was just a tiny bit too small for that. I was drinking beer while she was drinking some fruity rum drink, the kind where its sweetness masks a potent punch.

While we talked, another woman walked up and ordered a drink. I could tell she was already smashed because as she stood next to me, she had to hold onto the bar to stay steady. She was gorgeous, a Jamaican native in a tiny Wicked Weasel bikini, slim with dark nipples that shone through her see-through top. Her bottoms were also see-through and it was obvious that she was shaved, because the bottom just barely covered her clearly visible slit.

"Fucking husband decided to go out," she told me, without even a hello. 

"Well, it's certainly his loss." I said gallantly. 

Her name was Tiffany and she decided to stand and talk to us, since we were the only people at the bar. She was staring at Gina and finally said "Girl, you are absolutely beautiful. I'd love to have that body."

"Are you kidding me?" asked Gina. "I'd love to have yours."

Tiffany laughed and said "I would love to have breasts like that. Lot better than this b-cup."

"I'm thinking about a reduction to your size," said Gina, and I knew she was serious.

"What?" Rod and I exclaimed at the same time. "No!'" said Rod, "These are beautiful." And he gestured to her chest, using the conversation as an excuse to stare at them.

"See," said Tiffany, "Men love big tits and you got 'em, girl."

I realized that any more protestations on my part would be a rude comment on this beautiful, dark-skinned woman standing next to me and I hastened to make a rescue.

"Actually, my wife has a point," I said. "Large isn't everything and if I may be bold," I turned to face her and looked directly at her chest, "those are pretty nice."

Tiffany made a face and slightly arched her back. "They're pretty," she admitted, "but still, it would be nice to have a little more."

Rod, obviously feeling his liquor, decided to take the conversation to the next level. "I think it's your nipples that are the most outstanding feature," he said, looking directly at Gina's top. "Most women with breasts your size aren't much in the nipple market, but you have it all."

"Excuse me?" asked Gina, feigning shock, though we all knew it was a sham. "Rod, you are a pig."

"It's true," said Tiffany, slightly slurring her words. "Usually smaller breasted women like me have great nipples." She took another sip of her drink and looked down to her chest. "I got little titties, but I do have nice nipples."

"Really?" I asked, pretending to visually examine her breasts. 

"Oh yeah," she said, "They can get pretty big. Kinda' puffy."

This immediately caught my interest. "So," I said. "Puff 'em out for us."

Tiffany rolled her eyes and took another swallow. Gina said, "You're a pig, too"

"I know," I said, smiling. "That's what makes me so cute."

"Thass a nice top." said Tiffany, staring at Gina's mesh shirt. "Is that a real shirt?"

"Actually it's a cover for a bathing suit." said Gina, innocently looking down at her chest, as if she was just realizing what she was wearing. "I probably should put something on underneath it."

"No!" said Rod, "Really, it looks great. It doesn't show too much, just enough."

"It doesn't show enough," said Tiffany and she reached over and tried to tear the mesh immediately over Gina's left breast, but after a few seconds, it was obvious that the material was too strong. Gina pulled away from this sudden assault on her clothes and put her hand over her breast.

"It's fine just the way it is." she said.

"Aw c'mon," said Rod. "They need a little air."

"You ARE a pig, aren't you?" asked Gina, letting her hand drop from her breast to reach out for her drink.

"You don't mind, do you?" Rod asked me. Well, damn, I thought. This man is seriously asking me if I would let him expose my wife's nipple? I was about to make a retort but my cock made a little twitch and God forgive me, started to grow.

"She's a big girl" I shrugged. 

"God, yes." breathed Tiffany.

Gina gave me and Tiffany a bemused look, then sighed. "Looks like I'm outvoted." She turned to Rod. "OK," she said, "Just a little."

Rod eagerly moved his hands to her shirt and tried to rip it open, yanking on the shirt and practically pulling Gina off her bar stool.

"Hey!" she said, loudly. "Be gentle. Don't rip the whole thing. If it doesn't rip, it doesn't rip. Leave it alone." She was annoyed, though more over doing major damage to her shirt than actually baring a breast. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a set of fingernail clippers.

"Try this." I said, handing them to Rod. Gina shot me a look while Rod eagerly pulled out the handle. 

"Fine," she snapped. "Go ahead, Rod."

More gently this time, Rod pulled the shirt towards him and, picking his spot carefully, made one snip, enlarging a mesh hole to twice its normal size, then dropped the shirt onto my wife's body.

He had picked well- the enlarged hole was directly over her left nipple and as the three of us watched, her nipple swelled in front of our eyes, as if it had been trying to escape.

"Goddamn." said Tiffany. "That thing is beautiful." And before I could stop her, she reached out and flicked my wife's large, hard nipple, causing it to grow even more. Rod was visibly trembling as he reached out and pulled her exposed nipple with his fingers.

"What the hell!" shrieked Gina. She put both hands over her breast, covering her nipple. "I'm not a fucking petting zoo! What is wrong with you two?"

Rod immediately apologized but Tiffany, saying nothing, placed her hands on her own breasts, over the sheer bikini top, and gave each of her nipples a hard pull, then reached down and ran a finger through her slit, over the top of her bikini. Gina gave her an astounded look and said "Jesus. You're all a bunch of perverts."

I noticed that Tiffany's nipples, so dark they were almost black against her dark brown skin, had indeed puffed out and were pushing against her bikini top. 

"I'm going back to the room." Gina said. "It's dangerous out here."

"No, please, don't go" Rod begged. "I'm sorry. You're right, that was completely wrong but I swear I'll behave. I just lost my head there for a second." Still no apology from Tiffany; she just stared at Gina's hand, still covering her breast.

I couldn't talk- everything had happened so fast that I hadn't had a chance to rescue my wife, but even more uncomfortable for me was my cock, hard and pushing against my shorts. I tried to rub it surreptitiously but Gina caught me.

"Quit that." she said, indignantly. "I can't believe you!" 

This caught Tiffany's attention and she looked in the direction that Gina was looking- she caught me too, but she did not seem pissed or indignant. Instead, I saw a flicker of interest and maybe- desire? It was hard to tell but I was more embarrassed than anything right then. I hurriedly dropped my hand from my crotch and turned to face the bar and away from Tiffany's prying eyes. Suddenly, I DID feel like a pervert.

"Really, I'm sorry," said Rod again. "Please, let's start over."

"Well," said Gina reluctantly, "Okay. But you guys behave. You too." She glared at Tiffany but Tiffany was feeling no pain and certainly no remorse. 

Gina turned back to the bar and picked up her drink, seeming forgetting that the tip of her breast was exposed for all to see. Her nipple was still erect and I have to tell you, they are thick as a man's thumb and at least a half inch long, maybe more. Tiffany also reached for her drink, pushing her crotch up against my leg as she reached over and ever so slowly grinding it as she stood there.

Gina turned to Rod. "How would you like it if I just started pulling on your clothes?" And she reached out and yanked on the top button of his shirt, pulling it out and revealing small tattoo on his chest. 

"Hey," she said, "Nice tat."

"Oh, I have a few more, "Rod said proudly. "I've got some real art."

I was trying to follow that conversation but Tiffany by now had moved to my left side and was still applying pressure on her clit by pushing her pussy against my leg, hoping she wouldn't be noticed. Her eyes were closed and one hand was inside her bikini top, still fingering and pulling on one of her nipples.

"Real art?" asked Gina, arching her eyebrows. "I don't think I've heard anyone describe their tat as real art."

Rod leaned forward and said, "It's Michelangelo but it's not in a place I can show you."

Gina stared at him. "You got a Michelangelo piece on your piece?"

"Not on it," assured Rod hurriedly. "It's just, you know..." he gestured to his groin area. "It's just kind of private."

"Well, if it's not your piece, let me see it," demanded Gina. "I'll never forgive myself if I gave up a chance to see real art on some guy's crotch." Rod looked over at me and I shrugged. "It's your tattoo." I said.

Rod was wearing a pair of shorts and now he unzipped them, which caught Tiffany's attention. She stopped with the grinding and looked over into Rod's lap, but she still kept a constant pressure on my leg with her pelvic area. 

Rod wasn't wearing any under wear, so when he unzipped his pants, his pubic bush immediately came into view. He was very careful to fold away just the right side of his fly, so his cock stayed covered. He pulled away a little of the hair and there, at the top of the hairline, was a perfectly rendered tattoo from Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel fresco, Adam, reaching out, towards the center of his groin, waiting for that touch from his Creator.

All three of us were speechless. Gina silently reached out and touched the tattoo, tracing it out and, coincidentally, running her finger through Rod's pubic hair. The left side of his fly had been lying flat over his cock, but we all saw it twitch and saw his shorts start to rise.

Gina acted like she didn't notice what was right next to her and as she continued to touch the tattoo, she allowed the rest of her fingers to rest lightly on Rod's groin, buried in his hair. Slowly she allowed her the tips of her fingers to stretch out and slip under the material still draped over his cock, which was growing harder. While in repose, the sorts covered it completely, but now the material, getting stretched more and more, started to fall away from his swelling. In seconds, the side of his shaft was plainly visible and she would occasionally let her fingertips brush against it.

"This is beautiful," she said. "Where's the other half?"

Rod could barely speak. "On the other side," he said hoarsely.

"We'll take your word for it." I said suddenly. I knew my wife was more than capable of exposing this man completely just for play. Gina ignored me completely.

"Didn't that hurt?" she asked. "It has to a tender place." And while she talked, she pushed his sorts down enough to expose his balls.

"It wasn't that bad," responded Rod. "It's a good place to get one because no one sees it unless you really want them to."

Gina looked at his face squarely, her big brown eyes solemn. "I'm glad you really wanted me to see it. But I don't know if I could do that. I've never had a tattoo. Of course," and she looked down at her own lap, "I never considered putting it here." And as she said that, she casually untied the knot on the right side of her bikini bottom and let it drop down enough to see where here leg formed the beginning of her groin. I think Rod, Tiffany, and I all let out a soft groan at the same time. Damn, she has perfect legs and perfect skin, and just to see those brown, curled hairs, lying against her body and imagining what the rest looked like, it was just too much for any of us.

Gina was having a great time- three adults in the palm of her hand.

"I should get one too," said Tiffany and she suddenly pulled down one side of her bikini bottom- except she purposely went further than Gina, pulling it down to just the top of her slit. She did not have a hair on her.

"That is so smooth-looking." I said. 

"It should," she said. "I shave it every day, twice a day sometimes. Here," and she took my finger and held it against her skin. "Feel it."

I ran my finger against her skin and it was absolutely smooth. Tiffany closed her eyes and leaned into my finger, which I took as my cue to explore a little more. I ran my finger from the top where her waistband had been, at her hip, and ran it down the side of her pussy, then across to the top of her slit, where I felt the indentation with my finger. I got a little braver and starting again at the same place, ran it down all the way to where her suit was still covering up and gently picked up and pushed aside that last little piece that was covering her right lip. It moved and lodged in her cleft, covering the left lip but completely exposing the right lip. I ran my finger over that soft protrusion and said, "It's smooth here too."

Gina hates not being the center of attention, so when she said "It's not all about smoothness." I turned in my chair to see what she was doing. She had taken Rod's finger and was dragging it through her silky hair, down the right side of her pussy, then back up. She let go of his hand and reached for her drink, leaving the left half of her mound uncovered, though not as far as Tiffany. Rod kept his finger on her, feeling the soft skin of her pube-covered mound, while my wife acted like every thing was normal. Rod was trying to get more adventurous, pushing her bikini aside to reveal the entire top of her pussy but she wouldn't allow him to pull her bottom down to see her slit and stopped his hand when it started to dip.

"I believe you have more to show me," she said, looking directly at him, then letting her eyes fall down to his crotch.

"Oh, yes," he said anxiously, and he moved his fly aside, allowing his hard cock to be completely exposed. "I have the other half here." And sure as hell, there was the remainder, the outstretched hand reaching from the other side. "The spark of life in the middle- get it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

Tiffany, who had not said anything during this, reached over Gina and ran her finger over the entire length of his now fully-exposed cock, starting at the base and running it up slowly to the head, where a drop of pre-cum had just appeared.

"It's beautiful," she said, and she reached into her tiny bikini bottom and put her own finger into her slit, not even trying to hide. "It's beautiful," she repeated.

"Hey!" scolded Gina, pushing Tiffany's hand away. "I found it- go get your own."

Rod's eyes were shut and he was trying to push his groin up into somebody's hand, he didn't care then whose it was. Tiffany started to pout. "It's not fair," she said. "You won't let me do anything." Then, before anyone could stop her, she reached over and yanked on the knot holding the left side of Gina's bottom piece to her body.

"Hey!" Gina squealed. Reflexively, her hand moved to cover herself, then she sighed. "I guess it's not fair for just Rod to be exposed." Of course, she wasn't totally exposed. Even though both sides had been untied, her slit was still covered by material, even though it was obvious that it was just barely covered.

"There," she said to Rod. We're even now."

My own cock was so hard, I had to unbutton the top of my shorts and pull the zipper down just enough to give me some relief. Tiffany noticed and reached over to completely unzip me, causing my cock to spring into view.

"I don't think so, girl," said my wife, and she started to zip me back up.

"Careful," I warned, "That's a sensitive area." I pulled away and Tiffany firmly grasped my cock, which was also starting to show a little stickiness at the top of the head.

Gina started at me, then, without taking her eyes from me, reached out with her right hand and circled her fingers around the shaft of Rod's cock, starting to gently pull on it.

I stared back at her and shifted back in my seat to allow Tiffany a better grasp on my own shaft. 

"What's good for the goose..." I said to her.

Rod and Tiffany both realized that there was a little competition going on and both decided to take advantage. Rod also shifted to allow Gina a better hold and at the same time, he started to touch her nipple, flicking it then pulling it, causing it to swell even larger. I figured I'd ante up and pulled Tiffany's tiny bikini top aside, exposing two engorged puffies, the entire end of her breast swollen, and started to kiss and suck her nipples. Tiffany began to stroke my cock seriously now and it was clear that the challenge had been made. 

Gina, while watching Tiffany's hand on my cock, also started to stroke Rod, who was in absolute heaven. Then, to my surprise, she pulled her bikini bottoms down completely, exposing her entire pussy, both of her lips visible underneath the dark brown curly hair. Rod moaned and started to play with her pussy lips, pulling one, then the other. Gina closed her eyes and opened her legs enough so that Rod could slip a finger inside her.




Gina in Jamaica Ch. 03



I should have been angry- this was exactly what Gina had promised would not happen. But my present state did not allow for anger- watching his finger move inside her, then out, then back inside, just made me harder. Instead of stopping, I yanked on Tiffany's bottom, enough to actually tear them off on one side, and with one of her nipples in my mouth, I reached down and plunged a finger inside her pussy, feeling her wetness and her hard clit. My fingers immediately went to work, stroking her clit while she stroked me. 

It is not a memory that I am particularly proud of, despite the pleasure I was feeling. After a few strokes, I erupted, pumping jism straight up and against her arm, but Rod came almost simultaneously, his sperm going straight up and falling back onto him. Gina turned towards him and while his fingers were still in her, planted a long kiss on his lips while he pumped her with his fingers.

Suddenly, she started to jerk, something I was very familiar with, and squeezed him to her, saying, "oh god, oh god, oh my god, baby, please baby, oh god." She arched her back, then a long shudder, and it was done. She sat there, motionless, her body against his, but Rod made the mistake of trying to stroke her pussy again, and I knew exactly what her reaction would be. 

"It's done," she said, moving off his lap and shaking his hand off her. "Get off me." She began to retie her bikini, which is about the time Tiffany finally came, crying out and convulsing. My attention went back to her and when she was done, I saw that Gina was staring at me and she wasn't looking very friendly.

"My husband will kill me," Tiffany said, arranging her bikini top to cover her nipples. She looked dismayed when she realized that her bikini bottom was torn and that she would have to hold it on until she got back to her room to get dressed. She pointed at me. "He'll kill you too, if he ever finds out."

"I'm not telling him. " I said sincerely. 

"I'm not saying anything," said Rod.

Gina hissed to me, "I might," but neither Tiffany nor Rod heard her. Tiffany, seemingly reassured and, curiously, not appearing as drunk as I had thought, walked away towards the rooms, trying to keep in the shadowed area of the path, as it had gotten dark outside. Gina, her bottom now secured, stood up and started walking towards the rooms too. Without saying goodbye to Rod, I hurried to catch up with her and caught her arm, spinning around.

"What is your problem?" I asked. "It's okay for you to let men play with your nipples and go inside you with their fingers, to make you come, you can give them hand jobs, and by the way, that's TWO jack-offs you administered today, but I can't touch anyone?"

"I'm doing this for you," she said angrily. "This is to turn YOU on, not for me."

"Oh, c'mon," I said. "You had an orgasm by another man for me?"

"Tell me," she said, "who turned you on the most? Me or Tiffany?"

"I don't like to measure pleasure," I said and realized how funny that sounded. Gina stared at me for a second, but then she began to smile, though she was trying not to. Then she began to laugh.

"Measure pleasure?" she asked. "What the hell does that mean?"

I took her in my arms. "You were the one- Tiffany just got in the way, I swear."

She looked up at me. "Promise?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said. And I meant it, which meant more trouble for the rest of our trip.



Gina in Jamaica Ch. 04



My wife, Gina, and I are spending a honeymoon week in Jamaica. 

It was another beautiful morning in the tropics and the two of us went to get some breakfast at the sumptuous buffet that was laid out every morning. Neither one of us spoke of the night before but instead made some talk about our plans for the day. As it turned out, we didn't have too much to do except get some sun. We decided to get our swim suits and as we walked back to our room, we passed Rod. He seemed a little apprehensive, as if we might be angry with him, though there was nothing he did the night before that hadn't been done willingly.

"Where you going today?" asked my wife. "Got anything special planned?"

"Naw, not really," he said. "Might go on the beach. Pete's sleeping in, he had a big night but he might actually hang out with us today."

"I don't even believe there IS a Pete," teased Gina. "I keep hearing about him but I've yet to actually see him."

"Oh, he's real," assured Rod. "They don't come much more real than him, trust me. You'll know him when you see him."

"Wow," I said, laughing. "As real as they get, huh? How come he hasn't been hanging with you guys? You're the ones that look real to me."

"Pete does what he wants, when he wants," Rod said. "He always has some babe hanging on him. He can be...I don't want to say mean, because he's not mean. He just does what he wants when he wants."

"So he's not as sweet as you, huh?" asked Gina.

Rod laughed. "I don't think Pete's ever been described as sweet. I'm just glad Dave and I got a chance to meet you before you saw Pete, because women tend to ignore us when he's around."

"Don't you worry about a thing," cooed Gina. "No one is going to turn my head away from you two boys."

Rod laughed again. "That's good to hear. So what are you two doing today?"

I suddenly realized that I wanted some alone time with Gina today, without sharing her and spoke up hurriedly. "We don't have any real plans yet, maybe a tour, maybe some sun, we might just walk around. Just some newlywed time, you know." 

Rod knew what I meant and said, "Well, that's what a honeymoon's for. You two have a great time." He started to walk past us when Gina said, "Have you been to the nude beach yet?"

"No," said Rod. "I keep walking past the path but I don't think I'm ready for that, parading around naked in front of strangers. I'd feel like people would be grading me. I don't think I'm up for that kind of pressure."

"Well, from what I've seen," Gina said, giving Rod a full up and down glance, "I don't think you have anything to worry about. But we're going to give it a try, so if you guys get brave enough, we'll see you there."

"Thanks," said Rod. "I'll pass it on." 

As he walked off, I spun around to face Gina. "The nude beach? You won't go on the beach when I ask but instead you invite a bunch of strangers to see you naked?" I was pretty pissed. "I would like to have some time alone with you. This is our honeymoon, you know."

Gina looked surprised at my reaction. "I told you the other day I was going to try it. And if you wanted this to be a day with just the two of us, you should have told me. Besides, those two guys aren't going to go to that beach. You heard what he said."

"Right," I snapped. "I heard what he said and I saw you trying to talk him into changing his mind. Now that he knows that you'll be there, that will just give him enough of an excuse to show up."

"Ok, honey," she said soothingly. "Here's what we'll do. If he shows up and you're uncomfortable, we'll leave, ok? And spend the rest of the day by ourselves. The rest of the week if you want, I don't care. How does that sound? Will that make it better?"

I cannot win when she's both beautiful and sweet at the same time. My wife is stunning to look at- 5'9", 145 lbs, and large breasts with HUGE nipples when she is aroused: at least a half inch long, thick as my thumb, and a deep brown. She says she is embarrassed sometimes when they are so noticeable under her shirts, but she never does anything to hide them, and sometime she takes advantage of the fact that every man in the room is riveted on her chest, when those big nipples seem like they are going to push right through her shirt.

But she's not just about the chest. Her legs are long and shapely, her butt is perfect, and she knows how to use her big brown eyes. On top of that, she has a great sense of humor and loves to party. When I married her, I felt like I hit the jackpot. And now she was going to the nude beach with me.

I have never been to a nude beach and frankly, I don't have the body to pull it off well, so I was a little nervous. Once I walked on the beach, however, I realized that I wouldn't be mingling with supermodels. Most of the people there were middle-aged, with quite a few senior citizens. Some were in better shape than me, some were not, but no one was flawless. Except for Gina.

We pulled some beach chairs into the sun and I set them carefully under Gina's watchful eye. She loves getting sun and her Italian heritage is obvious by the way she browns so quickly. But once the chairs are in place and the towels are draped over them just so, and a little table has been dragged over and placed so you both can reach the items on it, and the sunscreen and drinks and everything else you brought are placed on the table, then it's time for the big move- removing your clothes in front of a bunch of strangers, and even though no one stares, every one is interested in the newcomers.

I pulled my t-shirt off, then, as casually as I could, off came my trunks and I was standing stark naked in front of a mixed crowd of strangers for the first time in my life. I turned to see what Gina was doing and I could tell that she was a little nervous too. First she reached behind and unsnapped her top, then she shrugged it off. I had seen this move several times at home, in the bedroom, but never in public. 

Gina stood there, her nipples extending due to the sudden exposure and then she leaned over and pulled her bikini bottoms down, past her pubic hair, revealing the top of her slit, past her pussy lips, and then, all the way down her long legs. I can't even describe the feeling I had then- my wife's beautiful pussy, pledged to me alone, in public view for anyone to admire, as I had the first time I saw it.

She plopped down in the chair, very nonchalant now, and started to spray suntan oil over her body. She carefully applied it to her large breasts, pulling on her engorged nipples to make sure she applied maximum coverage. She sprayed her long legs and then laid out. I followed her outline, from the full breasts tipped by those long, thick nipples, to her flat, oiled stomach receding into her hips, then rising into her pubic mound. She was a magnificent sight.

We laid there for almost an hour. It felt incredibly comfortable to be laying there in the warm sun, cooled by a gentle breeze coming off the ocean. I had my eyes shut, listening to the waves and occasional snatches of murmured conversation from the other people laying in chairs around us. Every once in a while I could feel a shadow over me and when I cracked open one eye, I would catch a glimpse some naked person walking past us, blocking the sun for just a split second. 

Sometimes I would turn my head to gaze upon my wife, who seemed to be sleeping, her nipples now back in their normal position, but still impressive. Once I got up and walked the 50 yards or so to the bar, which was unmanned. I supposed that the resort did not want a clothed bartender there to discomfit the unclothed. I made a couple of drinks, then came back and laid down again. 

I wasn't surprised when I heard Rod's voice. I figured the temptation was too much for him. He called out to us when he was still several feet away. Gina opened her eyes and looked behind her, then smiled and waved to him. He walked up to us wearing his swim trunks and said hi to me, but it was obvious he came to see Gina. She had no shame at all. While she talked to him, she stayed stretched out so he could examine her nude body in its full splendor. 

"You made it!" she said happily. "Pull up a chair and pull off your pants."

Rod hurried to find a vacant chair and started to pull it over to the other side of her. Gina sat up and pulled his chair closer to her, so that the sides of the chairs were touching each other. Rod stood on the other side of the chair looking down on her.

"C'mon," she said. "This is a nude beach. Drop 'em."

Rod untied the drawstring and let his swim trunks fall to the sand. He stood in front of her, his heavy penis swaying gently as he moved.

Gina made a big show of looking over the top of her sunglasses to look at his member.

"I approve," she said. "You may join us."

Rod laughed nervously and lay down on his lounger. He had brought his own sunscreen and now he opened the tube, squirted the cream onto his chest, and began to massage it onto his body. Gina talked to him while he was getting himself covered up, just small talk, and I wondered why she had was paying so much attention to him. Until just a few minutes before, she had hardly said a word to me. The sun was too bright for me to watch what was happening, but I cracked them open when I heard a catch in Gina's voice, just a slight bump in her tone.

I looked over and saw the reason- Rod was oiling up his penis, making sure that all the sensitive parts were protected. I knew the feeling- I had done exactly the same thing, but Gina hadn't paid a bit of attention to me when I did it. Maybe it was because she saw my dick all the time, or maybe because Rod really had a good sized cock, not porn-star big but certainly longer and thicker than mine. Gina was still talking, but I knew the sight of Rod's big heavy cock in his hand as he applied the lotion had caught her attention and caused that slight momentary crack in her voice. 

We had not been there very long when Gina asked Rod where his drink was. When he told her he didn't have one, she volunteered to show him the location of the bar. That was just a little fishy to me, because it was plain to see the bar from where we lay, but they both stood up and I watched her perfect butt twitch as she walked up to the cabana, completely naked with a completely naked man. She was talking the whole time and I heard their voices dissipate as they walked away.

They were only gone for a short time, no more than to make a drink. I heard them first, but kept my eyes closed. But after a few seconds, their voices didn't get any louder or softer. I opened my eyes and turned in my chair and saw they had both stopped to talk to another woman in one of the chairs. I could only hear parts of the conversation as the breeze blew in and out but I could tell that Gina was answering some question about upcoming events at the resort.

Rod was standing next to her, not really part of the conversation, but he kept stealing glances at my nude wife, enjoying the view of her. At one time, I heard Gina laugh and say, "No, my husband is over there" and I saw her point over at me. She saw I was watching and waved to me. 

"This is a friend we met here," she told the woman and she reached out and put an arm around Rod's waist, pulling him into her. "We're beach buddies," she said, laughing.

When she pulled Rod into her, she turned her body partially towards him, as if posing for a picture. This meant her breasts were pushed into his right arm. My dick suddenly twinged. Watching her talk just a few feet away while completely nude, her naked breasts pushed into an equally nude man, knowing she was doing it in front of me on purpose, was getting me aroused. I knew that was a major faux pas on a nude beach, so I tried to control myself. Then I noticed that she had turned her body towards Rod just enough so that the hair of her pussy was barely making contact with his leg, and I knew he had to be aware of it too. 

Rod had a drink in each hand so there wasn't much he could do and Gina knew it, so she played it as much as she could. While her left arm was around his waist at the back, she put her other arm around him from the front, reaching across his naked stomach to grab his hp and gave him a slight pull, saying "Let's go, beach buddy, we're wasting valuable sunlight." She deliberately turned him towards her and I watched in amazement as his cock rotated across her pussy until he was turned away and towards our chairs. As they walked back to us, I noticed that his dick was also starting to stiffen just a little. I knew my cock was more than just a little stiff.

Rod was so flustered when he returned that he put the drinks on the table and then plopped down on Gina's chair. Immediately he realized his mistake but as he struggled to lift himself out of the lounger, Gina said "No, that fine, I'll lay out here. Honestly, Rod, it's not a problem. Lay down."

Great, I thought. Now I'm lying down next to a naked guy and he's next to my wife. It did cause my dick to settle down but I wasn't happy about how everything had turned out. Rod closed his eyes, as did I, and we remained like that for about 5 minutes. Then I heard Gina moving around, so turned my head to watch.

She pointed to the tanning oil on the table, which was located between me and Rod. I smiled at her and gave a short shake of my head- if she wanted access to the table, she could switch chairs with Rod, like it had been before. She frowned at me and I lifted my head to say something to her, but she put her finger to her lips and pointed at Rod, indicating she didn't want to wake him.

Rod hadn't moved during this brief pantomime but I knew he wasn't sleeping and she had to know it as well. Instead, she leaned over him and reached for the oil. She couldn't quite reach it, so she lifted herself on her side, facing him, and while trying to keep her balance, again tried to get to the oil, her breasts brushing the side of his chest. 

I have to give Rod credit- he never twitched. He knew what was going on and wanted to enjoy it. Gina had to get on her knees and stretch her entire body over his, her huge breasts dangling over his chest, the tips of her nipples just brushing his body. As she stretched, her breasts moved higher up his chest to his neck, then began to lightly bounce against his chin. It still wasn't enough, and she moved up a little in her chair and reached again. 

This time her breasts were brushing Rod' mouth and her nipples were noticeably growing. Her pussy was against the lower part of her stomach and I saw his dick stiffen, then start to rise and move up towards his stomach. I heard a wet sound and saw that Rod had his lips around one of my wife's engorged nipples, sucking the nipple into his mouth and holding it. The other free nipple was completely extended and Gina was just holding herself in the same position, looking at me as if to say, that's what you get for not giving me the oil in the first place.

She felt the bump of his rock-hard cock against the inside of her thigh and without taking her eyes off me, shifted her body so that she could trap his penis with her body and using her abdomen and pussy, pushed his cock so that it was flat against his stomach, pointed up. The thing was huge and she rode her pussy up and down the shaft, not allowing the head to enter but letting the shaft push her lips aside and engage her clit.

She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his shaft two or three times and I could see her eyes start to half close and her breathing begin to shorten. Then, in an amazing display of self control, she pulled herself up, a thin string of precum stretching from the slit of Rod's dick to her stomach that fell away as she straightened up. She gently pulled her nipple out of Rod's mouth, grabbed the oil, and lay back down in her own chair. I could see his shaft was slick with her lubrication and that her nipple was wet from his mouth. It was then I noticed that I was rhythmically squeezing my own hard dick.

Rod and I both rolled over on our stomachs to avoid anyone on the beach to see our state and after a few minutes, I was back to normal, but I knew I was close to exploding. 

"Oh, Rod, you're awake," she said innocently. "I hope I didn't wake you up- I had to get some more oil."

Rod mumbled something about going to the men's room and hurried away. I didn't say a word; I had no idea where to start and almost anything I said would certainly start an argument. 

When Rod returned a few minutes later, he wasn't alone and he wasn't happy. 

"Hey guys," he said. "This is Pete."

I actually felt the shadow before I saw him. Pete was a giant of a man, maybe 6'8", and I put his weight between 275 and 300 pounds. Every ounce was muscle. He had long blonde hair, and rough-hewn features. He probably would have been a craggy-handsome kind of guy, but there was a hint of arrogant cruelty, the kind that comes with always being the biggest and meanest. Pete reminded me vaguely of a professional wrestler.

Now he was standing behind us, completely clothed. Gina turned her head to say hi, but as soon as she laid eyes on him, she was completely mesmerized. Her earlier conversation with Rod, in which she assured him that no one would be able to turn her head away from him, was very obviously and completely forgotten. Pete never shook our hands or even looked at us twice. Instead, he was looking disdainfully around the beach, as if he was searching for a woman worthy to fuck or a man worthy to fight, and he was not finding anything to satisfy him.

Pete turned to Rod and said, "This beach is pathetic. I don't want to hang around with a bunch of naked grandmothers. Get your clothes on and meet me at the bar."

He turned away, dismissing all of us, when Gina got her speech back and her spunk up, and jumped up.

"Do I look like your grandmother?"

Pete turned back to us and stared at Gina, standing there with her hands on her hips. She thought she was being cute and sassy, but I could see that she realized she had misjudged this man. Pete gave her a long look, up and down. He started at the top, moved slowly down to her breasts, then moved down to her pussy, his eyes seeming to stroke her lips, then down her legs and back up, over her mound and back to her breasts, where her nipples were visibly moving out to their full glory. He stayed on those nipples, watching them as you would a commercial. When they appeared to be as large as they could go, he took a step forward, reached out, and pulled one of her nipples with gigantic fingers, pulling it until she winced and slapped his hand.

"Hey!" she said. "That hurts!"

"What are you doing?" I asked, pissed off. This wasn't playful banter as much as an assault. He turned to me and I instantly was aware of the difference in size between the two of us.

"If she's going to put them out there, I'm going to check them out." No apology, no embarrassed attempt at humor. He was putting me on notice: he would do what he wanted with my wife and whenever he wanted. He stared at me and when Rod tried to pull him away, he impatiently shrugged him off. I looked away first and he turned and stalked off.

"Jesus," I said to Gina as I watched his retreating figure. "I can't take him unless I can get him first. In his sleep. With a fucking gun. That man's a monster. A monster asshole. We need to stay away from him, honey," I said, turning to my wife. "He's truly dangerous."

But she never heard a word I said. Gina was watching him walk away with a mixture of fear, awe, and lust I had never seen before. 

This is part 4 of 5 of our Jamaica adventures



Gina in Jamaica Ch. 05



My wife, Gina, and I are spending a honeymoon week in Jamaica. 

Gina was unusually quiet during the rest of our stay on the nude beach. When we went to eat dinner that evening, we saw Pete again, standing in a group of people and laughing loudly. He was the center of attention wherever he went and Gina noticed. Rod and Pete were always with him, appearing more like servants than a crew. He was definitely the alpha dog.

I could tell my wife was drawn to him, the way she watched him whenever we saw him during the next few days. Rod and Pete stayed away, occasionally waving to us and saying hi when they came to the bar for a round of drinks. Pete never made a bar run- he was always served.

For me, the days were like a treasure- Gina and I finally had some time alone together. I noticed she was dressing more daringly, which I appreciated. Her tops always showed off her large breasts, and she never wore a bra, so her long, thick nipples were always obvious. Her nipples are huge, on large heavy breasts, and she wasn't making any effort to hide them. Instead, it seemed she was deliberately trying to wear something that put them on display, wearing thin, semi-transparent tops, not completely see-through, but her deep brown aureoles were faintly visible. I could stand in front of her and trace her nipples perfectly with my finger if I wanted to, right through her shirt. Nobody that we met had to guess what her breasts looked like- they could just look at her chest.

She also started wearing the smallest, flimsiest shorts she could find. She had brought regular shorts, but she completely ignored them now. She also decided not to wear panties, so the shorts would fit like a glove in front, outlining her labia, a perfect camel-toe, and if they were thing enough, sometimes you could see the darkness of her pubic hair. She also made certain that she wore something that wrapped around her butt perfectly, allowing her cheeks to peek out, so someone starting from her feet could follow those incredibly long legs up to her perfect ass.

I assumed she was wearing those clothes because she was getting into the Island spirit, but I also had a suspicion that she was trying to make a point with Pete. His referring to her as a grandmother on the nude beach had pissed her off. She drew a lot of looks and stares over the course of the week, but Pete didn't seem to take notice and I think that was driving her crazy, especially in light of what she did at the Pajama Party.

On the last night, the resort had a Pajama Party and invited all the guests to show up at the disco in their pjs. Gina normally likes to sleep well-dressed as she gets cold at night, but she had picked out something different that she had decided she would wear to the party. When she showed me what she was wearing, I was aghast.

"You're kidding," I said. "You can't wear that."

She was holding up a sheer black top that tied at the waist and came down to just below her hips. It took me a second to recognize it- it was a bathing suit wrap that she never wore.

"You don't have any bottoms for that," I said. "You can't go naked there."

"I'll wear these," she said, holding up a tiny pair of panties I had never seen before. I just shook my head.

"I don't believe it," I said. "I don't believe you would wear that." But I started to get hard looking at the clothes and thinking of how she would look.

Gina was wearing a robe as we walked to the party later that night. I hadn't seen her dress and was not sure what she was wearing, but once we got inside the disco and sat down in one of the booths, she slipped off her robe and I had to catch my breath. She was indeed wearing the wrap, a dark smoky gray against her body, and her breasts were plainly visible underneath it. I couldn't see the panties because she had untied her robe after she sat down, so the robe was still in her lap.

I had worn a t-shirt and a loose pair of boxer shorts, and I could feel my dick hardening it and starting to tent up my boxers. When my gaze finally fell down to her lap, she pulled the robe off and allowed me to see her panties. I groaned.

They were tiny- tied at the hips, and her bare flat stomach seemed to go on forever, straight down, well past her belly button, with a small tuft of hair poking out of the top. The panties did not have any kind of elastic in the waistband- they were designed so that the ties at each side would hold the top of the panties flat to the stomach, which, of course, meant that they were not that tight. If the ties loosened at all, the front would sag open. 

I sagged a little myself- I had no idea how wild she could get until this minute. I knew I would never have control. Her panties were designed for men to sneak their fingers into them and she intended to play, with me watching. She stared at me, her big brown eyes looking straight into mine, then she reached a hand under the table and began to stroke my cock, which was growing rapidly.

"Do you like?" she whispered. She took one of my hands and placed it on her stomach, just above the waist of her panties. Still staring at me, she spread my fingers out, so that the tips of fingers were just at the waistband. Even outside of her panties, I could feel the soft pubic hairs that had been poking out, and I shivered. She slowly slid my hand into her panties- it was effortless to get into them, as if she weren't wearing any at all. 

"Do you think any men will try to do this to me?" she whispered in my ear and while she was talking, she pushed my hand in deeper. "How far do you think they'll go?" she asked. "How far should I let them go before I stop them?"

I was mesmerized. "How far do you want them to go?" I croaked, afraid of the answer but at the same time, wanting to hear her tell me.

"I don't know," she said. "This far? Or maybe, here?" and as she said that, she pushed my hand down to her lips, manipulating my finger so it dipped inside her, allowing me to feel her wetness.

"No," I gasped, "Not that far. Not inside you, please. Let them feel your hair, but not your slit. That's too far."

"Should I do this?" she asked, and she reached inside the fly of my boxers and started to stroke my cock. "Or this?" she pulled my cock out of my boxers, though it was almost out already. Underneath the table, she stroked my exposed shaft and head. That was when Rod and Dave showed up, drinks in hand, seemingly oblivious to what was going on. 

"C'mon you two, come on over to the Captain's table with us. We're all set up."

"Uh, actually, we're okay here," I said, but Gina had already stood up. "The captain's table! Woohoo!" she yelled. Both Rod and Dave stood there with their mouths open. I think they had assumed Gina would be wearing something hot, but they still weren't ready for the actual sight of her large breasts perfectly visibly under the smoky, see-through top, the tie in front already loosening, her nipples on display, and her pussy hair escaping from the front of her panties. The panty ties were already a little loose and the waistband was starting to droop just a little.

Rod pulled Gina to her for a hug, then kept one arm around her waist, one hand draped over a hipbone, fingers on her tie, with one finger slipping underneath the front of her panties, just a fingertip, but enough to feel a soft curl or two.

"C'mon," he repeated, "Pete's waiting for us."

Uh, oh, I thought. I don't want to get too close to that guy, but I didn't have a chance to say anything. Rod had whisked Gina away, so I followed them to another booth, set in a dark corner. This booth had a round bench seat with a table and a few chairs set on the outside. I tried to take one of the outside chairs but Rod pushed me inside on the bench, sliding me along with him, while Dave sat on the other side of me, leaving Gina on the outside, on the other side of Rod. 

The waitress took our drink orders and we watched the crowd on the dance floor. The place was packed and the music was so loud, you had to scream to make yourself heard. Gina was moving in time to the music while she was sitting and she turned to Rod and asked him to dance. They both jumped up and the dancing was pretty harmless, at first. I was enjoying watching those big breasts of her move to the music and Rod was also enjoying it. Gina was tossing her head from side to side, her eyes closed, and her hips moving. 

Then, Rod put his hands on her hips, then on her waist. I could tell where he was going- he was moving his hands up to get a handful of those perfect breasts. Gina let him move in, and then turned her back to him, throwing his plan off, or so I thought at first. Rod seemed a little out of sync, then he moved in closer to her from behind. Like me, he was wearing boxer shorts and he had them pressed up against Gina's ass. His hands had moved around her to her stomach and in no time, he had moved them up and soon had a breast in each hand, kneading her nipples.

Gina put her hands behind her and I thought she was pushing him back a little, to keep him under control, but after a few seconds, I realized she had just parked her hands in position to grasp his cock, allowing him to control the motion by regulating his own thrusts against her.

When the music stopped, she whipped around to face him, laughing and walking back to the table, while he scurried back slightly hunched, attempting to hide his erection from everyone at the party. When Gina sat down, she looked down at her panties and realized that the ties were not tight anymore. As she talked to Rod, she casually untied, then re-tied each side, making sure that Rod and Dave got a glimpse straight down into her panties.

While she was laughing and talking, Pete showed up. We all stopped to watch him walk across the dance floor, everyone getting out of his way. He looked like some kind of Norse god, huge, muscular, arrogant- but most of all, almost completely naked. All he was wearing was some kind of black gauzy material around the shaft and head of his penis. His balls were completely exposed and hanging from his thick jungle of blond pubic hair was this gigantic cock. He wasn't wearing another article of clothing, and he was nothing but muscle. I looked at Gina and her eyes were glued on him as he walked towards us. The tip of her tongue slowly appeared and she licked her lips, once. This, I knew, was trouble.

"We gotta go," I said to her, but I don't think she even knew I was still on the planet.

"Let's go," I repeated but neither Rod or Dave moved to let me out and in another second, Pete had sat down next to my wife, stark naked except for a filmy wrap around his huge penis. He sat down and reached for a drink from the waitress who seemed to materialize out of nowhere. 

He gave Gina a once over, then said, "Nice outfit." He took a sip of his drink, then turned to her and asked, "What do you think of my jammies?" Gina's face turned beet red (which I had never before witnessed) then looked down at his lap.

"This is what you wear to bed?" she asked, staring at his lap.

He followed her gaze then reached down and moved his cock aside so that she could get a good look at his testicles. When he dropped his cock on his leg, we all could hear the slap. Damn, it was big.

"Every night," he said, taking another sip of his drink. "What do you think?"

"Very nice," Gina said, a little hoarsely. The slap of that heavy dick had registered with her.

"It's silk," Pete said, "See?" He took her hand and ran it down the shaft of his penis, all the way to the head, then over the top of the head and down the other side.

"Did you enjoy the trip?" he asked. 

Gina very much enjoyed the trip. She couldn't take her eyes off his groin and after a second, reached out to stroke his blond bush, then, after a moment's hesitation, she touched his balls, first with just a finger, then suddenly reaching in and hefting them in her hand.

"These are so heavy," she said, in wonderment. "So big."

"You think those are heavy?" asked Pete. "Try this." He pointed at his still dormant cock. Gina eagerly accepted the invitation and picked up his wrapped penis in hand, allowing it to lay in her palm. "I can't get my fingers around it," she said, trying to laugh. God know she was trying, though, and starting to move up and down the shaft. Pete's cock started to harden and he gently pried her hand off his dick.

"You don't want to get the monster going," he said. "Besides, I showed you mine." He looked down and pointedly stared at her crotch.

"Fair's fair," she said, and she started to untie her panties on the right side. That was when I decided to get involved.

"That's enough," I said, reaching over Rod and pulling her hand away from her panties. "This is getting out of hand." Rod and Dave both froze and looked at Pete, but he just smiled.

"Maybe," he said, smiling and sipping from his drink. I noticed that both Rod and Dave seemed to relax and definitely got the feeling that they were afraid of Pete. Gina, on the other hand, seemed smugly satisfied. It was a game to her and she had gotten some attention from Pete. He had ignored and insulted her on the beach and now she felt she was getting some payback.

Pete, still smiling, said, "This is way too much woman for one man. How about we share some of your beauty?" and seemingly without effort, he lifted her off the seat and turned her sideways, then laid her back down. They now had her on her back, her head on my lap, her film-covered breasts directly underneath Rod's gaze and her legs stretched out over Pete.

Gina laughed and stretched, her panties unable to keep pace with her hips and slipping down just a little, enough for some more of that dark brown curly hair to peek out of her waistband. Pete laid one of his big beefy hands on her hip, directly on the knot that kept that side of her panties secure. 

My attention went to Rod, who had laid his hand on her stomach, underneath her top. He started to rub her tummy, but was slowly moving his hand up. Since the top was transparent, I had a clear view of where his hand was going and when it touched the bottom of her breasts, I started to reach out to stop it, but Dave, sitting to my left, put his arm around me and effectively blocked my arm from moving.

"C'mon, man," he said. "Let him have some fun. She loves it, and I bet you do too." I couldn't argue with him. As I watched my wife's nipples harden as Rod's fingers move over her breasts, my cock hardened. Gina felt it and smiled up at me.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked. She reached up and untied the single bow that kept her top closed. "Shall I show them?" she asked me. She kept the front of the top together with her hands, but as she asked me the question, she started to separate each side, teasing me, waiting for my answer.

"Show them," I said. I couldn't help myself. She smiled and opened her top, then reached up and pulled Rod's head down on one of her nipples. "He's sucking my nipple," she said to me. "My nipple is in his mouth."

I caught some motion out of the corner of my eye and turned to see Pete very deliberately pull one of her panty ties out. 

"NO," I said, "you can't do that." Pete smirked at me, then pulled the other tie.

"Stop it!" I yelled and tried to move from my seat, but Rod and Dave both held me in. Rod had stopped sucking Gina's nipple and used one hand to hold me down while he stroked a nipple with his other hand. I couldn't tell if Gina seemed oblivious that her panties had been untied. But now with both the ties undone, there was nothing holding them in place, and as Gina squirmed under Rod's hand, her panties were slowly falling off.

But not fast enough for Pete. He reached in and pulled them straight down, her thick thatch of dark hair coming into view, curly and darkening as her slit was slowly revealed, until he had pulled them down completely. He gazed down at her pussy, and lazily traced her labia with his fingers, grasping each lip between his thumb and forefinger to see how each one of them felt, gently pulling on the soft flesh.

Gina noticed that immediately and started to struggle to get up. "Oh, no," she said, "Not fair. Let me up, right now." Of course, Rod had no intention of letting go of her breast and in fact, appeared to be humping her against her back. 

"Let me up," she screamed and I pulled on Rod's arm in a sudden movement that allowed Gina to sit up. Gina tried to retrieve her panties but by now, they had fallen to the floor. Pete grabbed her around hr waist and said, "What's the matter? Trying to cover up?" He lifted her and plopped her on his lap, facing him. "There," he said, "No one can see that pretty little pussy."

Gina was now straddling him, facing him and breathing hard from the short struggle. Her top was open and the tips of her extended nipples were brushing Pete's bare chest. Pete pushed her slightly away and reached into his own lap. He was trying to do some arranging himself.

"There," he said, "That's a little more comfortable." He had pulled his penis back to his stomach- it was fully erect and looked like a giant sausage. It was still wrapped in the black silk but looked tight. "Let me take this off," he said, staring into Gina's eyes. He reached down to remove the covering and Gina's eyes followed his hand. When the huge shaft and head came into view, Gina bit her lip. "Oh my God," she said. She reached down and wrapped one finger around his shaft, just below the head, then put just enough upward pressure to cause Pete to close his eyes and a small sticky string of pre-cum leaked out of the slit of his cock-head.

Gina looked at Pete and realized that she had now regained control in this tug and war. She wrapped all her fingers around the base of his cock and started to stroke his shaft. Pete was now the person who was being led and he had no way of taking over- Gina had seized control completely. Her victory made her a little cocky and she started to coo, "Who's your grandma now?" She leaned into him, her heavy breasts pushing into his bare chest, then leaned back out again, getting into a rhythm with his cock. Pete brought his hands up to her waist and then up to her breasts. As big as his hands were, they weren't big enough to fully hold those tits. 

Gina abruptly stopped stroking Pete's dick, laughed, and said, "Guess I won that one." I knew that was a mistake, you never get a man that close and then walk away, but she is a competitive bitch and wanted to crush Pete. But women don't always pick their fights wisely. Pete's eyes opened in surprise and then became angry. 

"You fucking bitch!" he roared. "You're not done yet."

Gina didn't seem intimidated at all. "Actually, I think I am." She started to push off Pete's lap, but he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, dangling her long legs off the floor. Then, he started to lower my wife on top of his dick.

"No!" she screamed. "Hell, no!" She began to struggle, trying to push herself off him, but Pete wasn't affected by her at all. The head of his shaft touched her lips, and he rubbed her slit against his cock. "Who wins?" he asked.

"I won, you son of a bitch," she screamed. "Don't even think of putting that thing inside me, asshole."

"God damn, you're a mouthy little fighter," Pete said, amused. He lowered her so that the head of his penis disappeared inside her. 

"You fucker!" I yelled. "Let her go, cocksucker." I lunged at Pete but I was grabbed by Rod and Dave. "Let it go, man," Rod whispered in my ear. "He'll kill you."

I struggled to get up but Dave reached around my neck and put me in a headlock. I began to gasp for breath and felt like it was only a matter of seconds before I passed out.

"Leave him alone!" I heard my wife scream. "OK, you win."

Dave relaxed his grasp and I looked over at Gina. Her hands were on Pete's shoulders and she was pumping up and down on his cock- I could see now that he was buried completely inside her.




Gina in Jamaica Ch. 05



"Oh, God, leave him alone, please, oh God, oh God!" But it was obvious that she had no idea what was happening to me now- she was violently pumping, riding his shaft, her eyes closed, her huge breasts slapping against Pete's chest. She threw her head back and screamed, "Jesus God, oh God!"

To my surprise, Pete lifted my wife off his cock- it was wet and slimy from her juices.

"What are you doing?" she screamed. "Not now!"

Pete pushed her off his lap, onto the bench. "Not like that," he said. "I'm not going to let any bitch say I raped her. You want me, you come get me." With that, he stood up, stark naked, his cock still swollen but only semi-erect, and walked across the dance floor and out the door.

I angrily elbowed Dave in his chest, knocking the wind out of him. 

"Shit!" I said. "What the fuck was that all about."

I turned to Gina. "Put your fucking clothes on. We're going back to our room." Then I whirled on Rod, who was trying to offer some comfort to Dave. "You motherfucker," I said and started to advance on him.

"Please," said Rod. "You don't know him. You want to beat my ass, go ahead, but I'd much rather take a beating from you than him. With you, I can probably get a few licks in. He doesn't let up."

"So you let him rape my wife?" I screamed 

"You really believe that was rape?" asked Rod. "I mean, really. Did you see your wife? Did you see how she came dressed? I didn't untie her shirt, she did. Look at her man- she still wants him."

I looked over at Gina- she had tied up her sheer top but had left her panties on the floor. She looked angry.

"That asshole," she said. 

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but he's not winning." She started to walk towards the door that Pete had just exited through.

"Where are you going?" I shouted at her. Throughout all this, the dancing had not stopped and no one seemed to have taken notice of our struggle. "Put your panties on! Get back here!" Gina stalked across the dance floor, weaving through the dancers, some of them noticing the tall, long-legged beauty that was naked from the waist down. A couple of the dancers ran their hands over her ass as she walked past, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Where is she going?" I asked Rod. He stared at me.

"She's going to find Pete."

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

Rod shook his head. "She's going to find Pete and she's going to fuck him and he's going to win. Again."

"Oh, hell no!" I said and I started to follow her. Rod ran up and grabbed me. 

"I'm telling you," he said, "Don't get involved. I'm not kidding when I say he will kill you."

I pushed him off and kept walking to the door. Rod looked helplessly at me, and then yelled at Dave, who was finally beginning to move again. When I opened the exit door, I glanced at Rod and Dave and noticed they were both running across the dance floor towards me.

I ducked out the door and hurried down one of the landscaped paths of the resort. There were some hammocks and benches in a clearing and I guessed that Gina and Pete would both be there somewhere. Just as I reached the clearing, I felt hands on me from behind- Rod and Dave had caught up with me. I pulled free just long enough to break out into the clearing. I stopped suddenly- there was my wife a few yards ahead of me, talking quietly to Pete. He lit a cigarette she was holding in her hand and they continued with what appeared to be a very civilized conversation.

This was not what any of us expected and all three of us stood there for a few seconds. Gina looked beautiful- she was still completely nude from the waist down and the moonlight shining through her flimsy top outlined her breasts perfectly. You could even see how hard her extended nipples were. 

Pete was sitting on the edge of a hammock with his legs open and Gina was standing slightly inside his knees. They seemed very comfortable and when I shouted her name, they both looked surprised to see me, but neither one of them moved. 

Pete smiled at me then turned to Gina, put his big hands on her shoulders, then in one violent motion, ripped her top in two pieces. Gina did not even flinch- she just raised her arms slightly so that each half of her top could fall to the ground. I started to move but Dave and Rod both held me.

"Bring him over here," Pete told them and they pulled me, struggling the whole time, to the edge of the hammock. Gina did not look at me. She stood there, stark naked, in front of this naked man. She had moved in closer and had her eyes on Pete's face. 

"Gina," I said, "Please don't do this. Gina, you promised, sweetie, please don't, remember? You promised that to me and no other."

She did not look at me, but said "Leave me alone."

Pete smiled at me again and got up off the hammock, so that he was facing my naked wife. Then, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing and laid her down on her back on the hammock. Then he climbed onto the hammock and knelt in front of my wife. His cock rose and was pointing straight out. The thing was huge, maybe 10 inches, and thick as my wrist. Gina slowly spread her legs.

Pete looked at me to smile again and then put his hands behind the small of her back and mounted my wife. We could see and hear as his cock slowly sank into my wife's pussy, and heard the slurping as he moved it in, then out, slowly and measured at first, then faster.

My wife's eyes were closed and her head was back. "Oh, Pete, oh baby, baby, oh God, Pete, please, please, please, PLEASE!" 

"Stop it!" I yelled, but my dick was so hard that I didn't notice at first that neither Rod nor Dave were holding me back any more. I was rubbing my cock through my boxers and soon had it out completely, stroking my shaft. My wife was arching her back, saying, "Oh Pete, I'm cumming Pete, Pete, oh God, I'm coming, oh fuck me Pete, fuck me Pete, Pete, Pete, oh God, I'm cumming!"

Pete let out a victorious scream just as my wife did and I followed just seconds later, spewing my jism on the sidewalk in front of me, pumping out in quick spurts. Pete was panting and climbing out of the hammock. Gina just lay there, also panting and soaking wet with sweat, her hair plastered to her face. I was breathing hard and turned to see that Dave and Rod had also apparently enjoyed the scene the same way I did. Everyone looked like they had run a marathon.

Still panting, Pete leaned over Gina and whispered something in her ear. She broke out in a big smile, grabbed his head and pulled him in for a long kiss. When she released him, Pete looked at her for a second then staggered over to his friends. Without looking back, the three of them disappeared down the path. I don't know if they went back to their rooms or the pajama party, but I knew I was done for the night.

Gina slowly got up out of the hammock and stepped on the sidewalk, without a stitch of clothing on. 

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded and using me for support, straightened up. We walked slowly towards our room but she decided she wanted to go by one of the resort bars and get something to drink. 

"I'll get it for you after we get to our room." I said, but she didn't want to wait. She walked into the crowded bar, stark naked, ignoring the comments and whistles. I stood by the door to watch, too tired to do anything more. When she got back to me, we walked without a word between us back to our room. She spent a long time in the bathroom, cleaning up, I supposed. When she came out, she was wearing a modest nightgown, buttoned to the top. She flopped down on the bed and I lay down beside her.

After a few minutes, I finally broke the silence, saying, "Hell of a night."

"Yes," she murmured, in that voice that she used to let me know she was on the verge of sleep.

"What did he tell you?" I asked. "Right before he left, he whispered something to you. What did he say?"

She didn't answer, but I knew this game of hers, pretending to be sleeping. I normally didn't bother her but this time I shook her.

"Gina," I said. "Tell me, what did he say?"

Her eyes didn't open but she smiled. "He said it's the first time a grandmother beat him."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

Still smiling, her eyes still shut, she said, "It means I won."