13 comments/ 92987 views/ 29 favorites After The Sun Rises By: PhilCanyon This story is based on the true events experienced by a very special couple; Charles and Kimm. * From thirty-five thousand feet the beach was only a thin white line between vast expanses of color. Green on one side; the color of thick forest and a seemingly endless blue ocean on the other. The jetliner pulled the power from its powerful engines, quieting the whirring noise generated from the fan-blades and started its slow, gliding descent into paradise; known to Charles and Kimm as Cancun, Mexico and further south, the resorts of Costa Maya. "This is it. We're finally here," Kimm announced as she looked out the window, trying to find their destination in the thin line of white. Charles leaned across her lap, glad to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city. And, especially glad to be here with the woman he had fallen in love with 20 years ago. "It's feels so good to be away. Even if just for five days," he said as a smile curled onto his face. As the strip of hotels came into view Kimm's mind travelled back to six days ago when Charles first sprung the idea for this trip. The idea had come on the heels of a long, six months of work and she thought of how perfectly he had sprung it on her with an elegantly stenciled note inside an equally impressive envelope; containing the words, "Run away with me again!" "I love you, Charles!" she said as the plane bank onto its final approach "I love you too, Kimm." It was very late in the day when they pulled into the Costa Maya resort. The drive from the airport had taken them through the ancient land of the Maya and Aztec, down the coastal highway past ancient ruins silhouetted against the ocean, and jungle clearings filled with crops; and long stretches of surf, blackwater lagoons and the beautiful blue-green waters of the lower Caribbean Sea pounding the chalky sand; until Charles and Kimm thought they might be nearing the end of civilization. Looking out the windows of the big black Escalade, they felt like foreigners in paradise; not yet acclimated and still a bit uneasy of the environment around them. The drive had been long, and as they neared the end Kimm pulled her legs up under her body, stretching the white sundress tight around her slender hips and prompting her to pull the hem of her short dress even further up her legs so they could open up. Charles looked across the console at his wife, admiring her beauty and enjoying her tanned legs and the patch of blonde bush showing from below her dress. Kimm had never aged into the frumpy, disproportioned physique so many of her friends had fallen victim to. She had been blessed with a dancer's body, thin but with a wonderfully curved set of hips with large breasts that seemed almost oversized, given her slender frame. And now, even after 20 years of marriage she kept her body in exquisite shape. "Nature and nurture," she often told her husband. Nature had given her a slim physique and all she had to do to maintain it was nurture it with a proper diet and make sure she exercised. The resort was at the end of a long stretch of ever shrinking jungle road, isolated on a small peninsula jutting into the sea. After checking in, they were led beyond the crowded lobby; past the entrance to the pool lined with white lounge chairs. With tall palms blocking the last of the sun's rays they were led down a pebble strewn trail lined with shrubs pushing their branches into the path looking for elusive nourishing sunlight; a path which eventually opened up onto a white beach; and with each step down the path they felt the endless machinations of the modern world retreating behind them. Their bungalow perched above the sand on strong pillars that supported the square structure with a thatched roof and wide windows letting the gentle trade winds blow through unless the slatted covers were shut. Four wooden steps led onto a patio stretching across the front of the bungalow, wide enough to hold the hammocks tied between the pillars and a wooden door opened up into one large room, somewhat spartan, but furnished with everything needed for a bungalow at the edge of civilization. "Why did you wait so long to bring me back, Charles," Kimm asked with a smile as she exhaled the last bit of tension from her body. Charles had already found the beers cooled in the metal tub and held the two long necks between his fingers as he answered. "It's been twenty years. Was it worth the wait?" "Oh, god...We've changed so much. What happened to the free spirits we once were?" "The ones that made their way down the gulf coast without money; without worries?" he answered with a question. "That was them!" She answered and laughed with Charles! Both Charles and Kimm were holding back the feelings and emotions that if revealed, the subsequent discussion would have lasted well into the night. She had grown up as a rough and tumble young girl from a lower middle class family and had to work hard to prove herself, graduating first in her law class. That's where she met Charles. He was so intelligent and caring; so good looking and so different from the type of man she was used to and she fell in love immediately. They came to Costa Maya for a poor man's honeymoon, riding the trains and buses all the way down the Mexican coast and it seemed all they really needed was their love for each other and enough money to buy food and shelter. She felt so free back then. Unfortunately, it was much different now. They both had terrific, but demanding jobs; hers as a full partner in a prestigious law firm. They had a big house in a nice neighborhood, new cars, beautiful children, membership in an exclusive country club, and a large swimming pool in the back yard. They didn't want for anything. Except for... well, she didn't want to think about that. Charles is a wonderful and caring husband, Kimm thought as she continued to unpack. They were tired from a long day of travel and the comfort of each other's embrace with the cool sea air blowing gently across the bed couldn't be turned down. They fell asleep spooning and reflecting on their lives since they last walked in the warm sands of Costa Maya twenty years ago. It was then that they made promises to explore their sexual fantasies and now they were falling asleep in each other's arms, wondering why they let them go with so little thought. They woke to the soft rays of the morning sun finding its way through the trunks of the palm trees; striking first the pillow and then drifting across their faces. Kimm made coffee...wonderfully flavorful Jamaican Blue, and brought two cups into bed and the aroma drifted in the clean morning air. The caffeine cleared his head of the morning cobwebs and he took stock of his senses. The nutty flavor flowing over his tongue with the sounds of the ocean in his ears, the beauty of this paradise just outside the windows and after sliding his hand across Kimm's breast; the feel of her skin against his fingers. "Darling," Charles said after he thanked her for the coffee. "I worry about you." "You don't need to worry, Charles." "But, I do worry. I worry that I've let us fall into the trap of taking our marriage...our lives...for granted. I worry you have pushed aside your emotions and desires to become a full time mom...and full time partner in a law firm; full time everything, and how can you be yourself if you are being everything else." Kimm felt a lump rising in her throat as Charles's concern brought her emotions welling up from somewhere deep inside. She wasn't going to tell him not to worry again. Not in this place. Not here, where promises were once made and never kept. "Oh, Charles....." her voice cracked as she spoke."Charles, it's not your fault. We raised a family and that takes sacrifice." "Be honest with me," he said. "Do you still think about your fantasies?" She wanted to scream out her answer, "Yes"! But, how could she? After 20 years of repressing her urges how could she tell him that she felt them even stronger now? He wouldn't let it go. If he could get only one thing out of her it had to be honesty. "Sweetheart. Even though we haven't spoken of them for such a very long time I remember everything we shared together. You have to open up and talk with me. You...we....neither of us are dirty for what we want together." Tears rolled down her cheeks as he pulled her tightly into his chest; rubbing his hands through her blonde hair and kissing her neck as her chest heaved against his. "How can I not feel dirty when I think of the fantasies that go through my mind? Oh, Charles...I want you to watch me flaunting myself; being so nasty in front of you. How can I not feel like a slut for having such thoughts?" "Sweetheart, stop punishing yourself. Twenty years ago we were just young lovers. We thought like young lovers; our sex life was that of young lovers not realizing what eroticism was. And even though we both had desires and fantasies we didn't know how to act on them and to be truthful; our youthful hearts might not have been able to handle such things. Now, we've matured; our minds as well as our bodies; and our thoughts and fantasies have matured with us. Now, can't we both admit that eroticism should have had a place in our lives? At least here, in this place," he said. "I know you're right, Charles. But, I have to somehow rationalize who I have been these many years with who I want to be. It's so difficult!" "You've...." he paused for a moment to put together the right words."We've got to let ourselves go on this trip. We owe it to our marriage...and to each other. I want you to know something, Kimm. I'm totally turned on by the thought of watching you teasing another man with your body. I doubt you know how much." He grabbed her wrist, led it under the sheet and onto his hard cock. "Just talking about it has me hard." Feeling his cock triggered something inside her, allowing her to let go of her emotions; and no longer holding them back, tears welled in her eyes as she pressed her face into Charles's chest. Charles continued to hold her close as she began a slow, rhythmic stroke up and down his cock. Under his strong arms her chest stopped heaving and the tears slowed to a trickle as she felt the emotional security his embrace provided and her thoughts began working through what he had told her. As she wiped her eyes with her free hand she asked him, "Are you sure you don't think I'm dirty?" "You're not dirty," he said reassuringly. "You're my wife." She giggled the kind of spontaneous giggle that only a woman can. "You're dirty little slut wife!" she said, causing them both to laugh. With the sounds of the surf filling the moist morning air, she pulled back the sheet and pressed her mouth onto his hard cock while at the same time, opening up her legs for Charles's tongue to explore. Charles pulled his tongue through her labia, gently licking with the tip of his tongue and nibbling them with his lips. He closed his mouth onto each lip and lightly pulled it, then releasing his hold and repeating on the other side. His teasing caused her to purr and move her face across his cock, pushing it and nibbling. Charles and Kimm danced a lover's dance with their mouths, rhythmically stimulating each other in a way learned only through years of pleasuring each other. This was love expressed sexually. She took him fully into her mouth as she massaged his ever-tightening ballsack; running her fingernails lightly over the hard ridges of skin cutting across his scrotum; teasing him while her mouth sucked on his cock. He began a slow, firm thrusting of his groin; gently fucking her mouth as he fucked her pussy with his tongue. He pulled her juices into his mouth, tasting her sweet nectar mixing with the aftertaste of his coffee and smelling her aroma as it mixed with the salty air. All the while, enjoying her mouth on his cock as he fantasized about the days to come here in paradise. Kimm's legs tightened around his face and her hand pulled him hard against her sex as an orgasm began pulsing through her body. "Oooooh!" she moaned. "Mmmmmm!" She lifted her hips off the bed, pushing to keep her excited clitoris stimulated as long as possible while the wave swept through her and then relaxing back into the soft bed with her pussy satiated. Once she came, Charles released his cum; signaling its arrival into her waiting mouth by his moaning and the pulsing of his cock. As always, Kimm took his hot cum eagerly, pulling her cheeks together to create suction and slowly milking his balls with her slender fingers. Their lovemaking was done with the normalcy they had grown used to. But, the intensity of this morning wasn't lost on them, nor its importance and it signaled that today was more special than yesterday and both felt more unburdened from the constraints they had placed on each other back home. They had breakfast delivered and enjoyed their morning meal on the patio of their bungalow; looking out across a small strip of sand and a much larger pool of calm, clear water left by the evenings high tide and separating them from the beach with its blue-green waves curling themselves into a white crushing surf as they met the shore. Their bungalow was set back from the beach and carved out of the jungle, full of palms and wide-leafed shrubs hiding all traces of the resort behind it. But, the resort was still there, just behind the stretch of jungle cover and the pool wasn't far away. In fact, it was between them and the hotel tower that held restaurants, shops, a dance club, and several hundred guest rooms. And, it was now late in the morning and it was time to play. Charles convinced Kimm to scrap the traditional bikini she had brought on the trip and took her to find something more suitable in the resort's shops. A sexy, brightly colored string bikini caught her eye and she reached for it, but her shy personality wouldn't let her pick it up. She wasn't raised to wear clothes like that. Doing so would be flaunting herself; showing off her body for her own pleasure and that was out of character for Kimm. Charles noticed her look at the bikini and picked up on her apprehension. He looked at her and she looked back submissively; her head slightly cocked and her eyes asking for guidance from him. She couldn't do it herself. Not after a lifetime of repressing herself and she needed his help. As she looked at Charles she was hoping he would tell her what to do. Tell me to choose it, she thought. "Looks like we've found what you want," he said and her eyes lit up with excitement! She whispered so the sales clerk couldn't hear. "Are you sure? It barely covers anything at all." Charles answered her by pulling the back of his finger down her neck and kissing her. Kimm was nervous carrying the risqué' string bikini around the shop. She knew her slim body would wear it well. But, she wondered how she would feel out on the beach in the company of men looking at her; seeing her breasts and pussy through the thin fabric. She was embarrassed with herself for thinking such things. And, even more so for wanting Charles to watch her. After purchasing the bikini, a sundress and a pair of pool slippers, they headed back to the bungalow to change; where Kimm primped her hair and fiddled with her new bikini as she sipped her gin and tonic. "Stop delaying. Let's go!" Charles playfully scolded, knowing she was nervous. She grabbed his hand and followed him down the path and out onto the warm white sand of the beach. The seagulls flew overhead and cawed in a seemingly rhythmical way with the sound of the surf as Charles and Kimm walked a short distance down the beach away from the hotel and the growing crowd of sun worshippers surrounding the thatched roof bar and toward a weather-worn wooden pier, jutting out into a natural bay of calm water protected by a peninsula running parallel to the surf. Two couples were already on the pier, which afforded enough space for maybe a half dozen more. The pier was usable only by small boats and only one was moored beside it; an old open-hull pastel-blue wooden boat, gently bobbing up and down. Charles and Kimm weaved their way past the two couples, nodding a hello and continuing to the end of the pier where they laid their towels onto the planks worn smooth over time by the sun and wind and water. The planks were spaced far enough apart to look between them at the clear water three feet below and further still; ten feet down to the bottom where the pinkish colored conch shells, with their horns protruding in ever tightening spiral bands had collected amongst the sand and other shells. Laying on their tummies they could feel and hear themselves breath; the involuntary motion of their body pulling air into their lungs pushed their chests against the towel and after a long while, their breaths synchronized and the realization of time seemed to go away and it failed to prompt them anymore. As the sun moved across the sky, time and its demands weren't noticed. Instead, only sensations and urges created a need to act. If they were thirsty Charles waved down the ever-enterprising beach boy, carrying corona's and cold gin for his customers on the beach. If their skin felt hot they jumped into the water to cool off. Kimm mentioned the beauty of the conch shells on the sea floor below. So Charles dove; holding his breath down to the collection of conch below the pier to bring Kimm a memento from Costa Maya. Feelings, emotions, desires and needs moved them to act; not time and not the demands of a society a thousand miles away. And finally, after submitting to nature as the governor of her actions, she tossed her inhibitions aside, rolled over onto her back, removed her top and lay on the pier, exposed and naked except for the tiny bikini bottom like several of the women around her. Charles leaned onto his side to admire her. He was so proud of her and knew how big of a step she had taken. Kimm was a very bright, but shy woman that often let her inhibitions rule her behavior. Now, as she lay on her back, topless with only the smallest triangle of fabric covering her pussy, she had symbolically stopped repressing her urges. And, he was proud. Kimm laid her head on a rolled up hotel towel and spread her arms wide; forcing her ribcage to expand; creating a series of parallel shadows, one between each rib, defining each and Charles wondered if that might be the most erotic part of her body. Or was it her breasts laying above her slender ribs; plump and full orbs with puffy nipples that fell off the side of her chest, blocking the sun and creating their own shadow running across the tender skin below the pit of her arms. Below her ribs, the small of her back was lifted off the towel by the musculature of her buttocks; creating a uniquely feminine S-shape from her ribs to her ass and Charles could see light sneaking through from underneath. On top, her flat tummy glistened with small beads of sweat trickling off her breasts and down between them, collecting in her belly button; slowly filling it up until it overflowed into the wispy blonde hair above her pussy and soaking the panel of fabric covering it until her suit was completely see-thru from her sweat. The only piece of clothing on her body was a string around her waist, running across her pelvic bone and well below her tummy with a small amount of the now see-thru fabric looped around the string and providing a very alluring decoration between her legs and then connecting to another string running up the cleavage of her ass. Both of Kimm's knees were pulled up with her feet wide apart. Her legs gently opened and closed to her own rhythm, alternatively loosening and tightening the long, slender muscles of her inner thighs. The sun had tracked its way far to the west, almost touching the fronds at the top of the palm trees before they walked off the pier and onto the beach with its warm sand underfoot and made their way back up the path to the bungalow to eat and replenish their body's energy that was pulled from them by the hot tropical sun. They had dinner delivered and after the meal they made love and afterward, their bodies told them to sleep. After The Sun Rises The constellation of Orion was sitting beside a bright moon when they woke from their long nap. Both rose naked from bed and made their way naked onto the porch in the front of the bungalow and shared a hammock while they watched the ocean and the heavens. "Let's explore the resort," Charles suggested. "I'm all for it!" Kimm responded. While Charles mixed two large gin and tonics, Kimm covered her pussy with a very short, white gauze skirt that hung low on her hips. She stepped into her sandals and announced herself ready. "You look good enough to eat!" Charles said, looking at his sexy wife standing before him with her breasts exposed and her pussy covered only by the flimsiest of skirts. "Do I need to cover myself more?" she said, impulsively questioning her nakedness. "You're perfect." She giggled nervously and looked down at his half erect cock. "Are you going to walk around the resort with an erection?" "Oh....yeah....just a minute," he said, handed her the drinks and slipped on his khaki shorts and sandals. It was very early in the morning as they made their way toward the pool and beyond, the hotel tower and shops. The pool was deserted, except for one couple talking quietly on the far side, swinging their legs in the water and they stopped their conversation and looked up, surprised to see anyone else awake. Kimm was nervous about her exposure. The beach allowed topless and tolerated nude. But, proper decorum while walking about the resort was to be clothed, and Kimm was far from maintaining a modesty that would be considered appropriate, even for three in the morning. When the couple looked up, she tightened her grip on Charles's hand. "I didn't think we'd see anyone," she said. "Relax honey," he answered. "So what if we do. It's nothing to be concerned about. We're a thousand miles from civilization and nobody will care." They made their way past the pool and into the base of the tower with its now closed shops and dance club where the janitors in the hallway seemed to appreciate her nakedness as they took enough looks to confirm her beauty, commented to each other and continued their work. Charles and Kimm made their way onto the deserted beach and then past the beach bar; its shelves now empty of the liquor so enjoyed during the day. And, then past the turn leading to their bungalow; opting to walk to the old wooden pier that held the memory of the previous day. They stood at the end of the pier looking out onto the calm water, their bodies silhouetted against the soft moonlight shining off the surface and they talked for a long time. The moon lit up the water and sand and the worn out old pier, making it easy for them to see down its length at the dark figure of a tall, muscled man stepping off the sand and onto a creaking plank; carrying a reminder of modernity across his shoulder and onto their dock. The boat moored in the water beside the dock was Henri's. Each day, after Orion had moved across the sky, he carried his boat motor onto the dock, pulled his boat against the pier and mounted the one hundred pound engine to the stern, beginning his journey into the Caribbean Sea off the coast of Costa Maya to fish. Henri wore a weathered shirt, unbuttoned, with the sleeves torn off at the shoulders and a pack of cigarettes in the front pocket and old khaki pants. The fire from the end of a cigarette brightened as he pulled in some smoke; looked down the pier at the attractive woman with her breasts lit by the moon and shifted the motor on his shoulder. His shirt opened as he walked, revealing the fisherman's muscled physique starting with his thin, cut stomach and waist decorated by a small batch of curly dark hair running out of his pants, up the middle of his stomach and onto his chest. It was a chest seemingly twice the width of his abdomen, fully muscled and defined with a deep cleavage between his pectorals. Kimm couldn't stop staring at him as he made his way up the pier and she felt a stirring in her pussy as she watched him looking at her; his eyes moving up and down her; stopping only to enjoy her breasts. Henri had emigrated from Jamaica with his parents, many years before this morning when he met Charles and Kimm. He lived in a small house, almost a shack, further up the beach and made a living out of his small boat; fishing and guiding dive trips. He lived a simple life, unburdened from outside pressures but he was not what he might seem on first glance; as he had been educated in the university in Mexico City and had given up many opportunities to live in the hustle and bustle of the corporate world. "Have you been guarding my boat?" he asked smiling and with a slight Jamaican accent. Charles and Kimm chuckled. Charles was glad this large black man broke the ice, as he wasn't sure what to say if he had to speak first. "Yes, we guarded it all day," he responded, enjoying the opportunity to spar with him. Kimm watched Henri as he swung the large mechanical beast off his shoulder and onto the pier next to the bowline. As he bent over, her gaze stayed fixed on his large upper thighs and strong back. "It's so big!" she said and realizing possible embarrassing confusion she added, "The motor, I mean." Why did I say something so stupid, she thought and was grateful for the darkness hiding her blush. And, grateful for the moonlight accenting her breasts. "I cannot leave it on the boat. So, I carry it each night. It must be done," he replied. The three talked as Henri pulled his boat in and prepared for the trip out into the sea. He was a gentleman and refused to allow his eyes to focus on Kimm's body out of respect for the couple. This decorum was not lost on Charles and he was impressed with this man they had just met on an old broken down pier under the moon lit night, so many miles from home. Henri stepped down a ladder and into the stern of the wooden boat and fixed the motor to its mount. The tide had gone out and standing in the hull his head was now even with the pier and he could see Kimm's pussy with its blonde hair covering its lips and a thin matt of hair on the mound above it; underneath her short skirt as they continued to talk. Before he pushed off, Charles hired him for a dive trip later that morning. "Get some sleep and meet me back here when the sun is a third way up. I'll have all of the gear," he shouted over the whirring of the engine as he throttled it up and navigated his way towards the sea. After arriving back in the bungalow Charles and Kimm made love again and then fell asleep, only to be awoken by the sounds of the seagull's caws in the morning sky mixing with the surf crashing on the beach. After a quick breakfast Kimm slipped into a little flowered sundress that barely covered her body. She hadn't worn it in years and it didn't quite come to the middle of her thighs. The top was cut too low and was loose and transparent across her bust; and without a bra her breasts showed and her puffy nipples showed. The thin spaghetti straps were too loose to hold the material tight over her otherwise bare breasts. The fact that she wasn't wearing panties made her face flush with excitement as they headed for the pier to find Henri and another younger man loading tanks and scuba gear aboard his boat. "Ahh, there they are! Come aboard please," Henri announced waving them into his boat. As Kimm reached the bottom of the ladder she stepped onto the gunwale and he firmly grabbed her waist to steady her entry. "Thank you," she said as a shot of excitement ran through her body when his strong hands touched her. "Not at all," he replied, and showed Kimm and Charles where to sit at the bow of the boat and the motor whirred and the boat made its way clear of the pier and headed for a coral reef only a kilometer away. The morning air was already warm and the cool sea spray crashing over the bow felt invigorating and it wasn't too long before they were in a channel of deeper water that sparkled blue. Henri introduced the other man as Antonio, a native of Costa Rica and an expert diving guide. Kimm could tell he wasn't as disciplined as Henri because she caught him looking up her dress each time the wind blew it off her legs and whenever it fell open showing her breasts, he was quick to take a peek. And, eventually the sea spray wet the top of her dress it stuck to her breasts and she caught him looking at her nipples. She enjoyed teasing him like that and wished Henri wasn't so disciplined because she wanted him to enjoy her body too. After a time, the engine throttled back and the spray stopped jumping over the bow as they neared the calm water above the coral ten meters below. For a moment it was totally quiet. And then, clattering began as Henri and Antonio began preparing the scuba gear. Charles had a dive card but it wasn't needed. Henri trusted Charles when he told him he had dove many times in his youth and it was obvious from the way he handled himself that he wasn't exaggerating. Henri threw out the anchor as Charles let him know Kimm didn't want to dive, opting to sunbath in the boat and enjoy a good book. "Then it will be us three enjoying the beauty of the coral reef," he said looking at Kimm to let her know she would miss out on a wonderful dive. Antonio and Charles already had on their swim trunks and were busy strapping into their tanks as Kimm watched Henri strip off his khakis, revealing his stretch swimsuit covering his buttocks and a visibly large bulge of manhood in front. Suddenly, she found herself having to push the image of him as her black lover from her mind. "We will be down forty minutes. I have a few beers in the cooler if you get thirsty," Henri said as Charles and Antonio fell backwards off the port side into the cool water. Henri didn't see the Man-of-War floating on the other side of the boat; waiting for prey as he dropped into the water next to it and felt the tentacles cling to his thighs, each one stinging him like a wasp and causing him to hurriedly swim to the other side of the boat to join the other men. "Agua Mala," he shouted, frightening Kimm and leaving her wondering what he had said. "I have medicine in the boat." Henri grabbed the gunwale and pulled himself aboard, water cascading off his muscled frame as he pivoted on his hips and lowered himself into the hull. The stings were already causing him pain. He stood facing away from Kimm, twisting his frame and looking behind him at the back of his thighs at the purple-green filaments running from the back of his knee, up his thigh, across his swim trunks and onto the small of his back before wrapping around his waist and onto the rippled muscle of his belly. The sting from the Man-of-War was painful, but he had been stung before and this pain would eventually pass away if he spread the sticky sap from the aloe vera plant across the sting. Kimm was only now realizing what had happened to Henri and she sat wide-eyed for a moment, watching Him as he used his hand to sweep the remnants of the tentacles from his skin. "Agua Mala," he repeated, disgusted with the creature and his carelessness at not checking the surface of the warm tropical waters before dropping in. He noticed the perplexed look on Kimm's face and explained. "The jellyfish. It is a whore," he said. "Antonio, you go without me. Be vigilant, as I will not be backing you up." "Kimm, Henri is stung," Charles told his wife. "He'll have to stay onboard." Then, he spoke to Henri and asked if he was sure it's okay if the dive goes on without him and he asked if they needed to get him back to shore. "Go! I have the aloe to sooth the sting and losing the money from the dive would hurt much more!" The two men turned themselves into the sea, pointing down and splashing water until their fins fell below the surface. Kimm watched them descend as the sun sparkled off their tanks in the clear water and kept watching until their figures were washed out by small ripples on the water and all she could see was the muted bronze of the coral wall beneath the boat. She turned her attention to Henri as he grabbed a plastic bag from his tackle box in the stern of the boat. "Henri, the stings....they must be painful." "Pain comes in many forms. It is nothing," he replied and pulled several raw succulent leaves from the bag. Kimm watched as he pushed his knife blade through the skin of the plant, peeling it like a potato to release the sticky sap inside; then, placing the sap on top of the bag and repeating the process until he had collected enough of the healing sap to cover the stings. Henri needed to apply it to dry skin and that meant his swimsuit had to come off so the water would stop trickling down his leg and the sun would dry him. He explained to Kimm that she should turn around and face the front of the boat. "My suit has to come off for a few moments," he said. "Of course...Yes, just a moment," she replied and started to turn around but stopped halfway and reversed herself. "No...That's silly. You need my help," she said and reached for the sap from the aloe vera plant. It felt sticky on her fingers, like the sap that stuck to her clothes when she climbed the maple trees when she was a young child. "Thank you," he said. Henri faced away from her and pulled his tight suit off his buttocks and then off one leg and the other, leaving himself naked. Kimm gasped as the trunks came off. "Oh my!" she whispered, hoping he could not hear her and if he could he would think she was talking about the stings. Her heart was already beating rapidly in her chest when she reached forward, touched the back of his knee with a gob of sticky sap and worked it into the sting as she pulled her hand up the strong muscles forming the back of his leg until running out of the medicine at the bottom of his muscled buttock where his tan line rested. He stood in front of her as she sat on the bench and her face was at the level of his crotch. As she spread the sap she could see between his legs. The backside of Henri's balls was visible, as was the bottom of his circumcised cock as it hung down, protruding below his ballsack and she took note of how his big his balls swung between his thighs and how long and thick his cock was. And, she saw the fingers of his right hand protruding below his cock as he covered himself from the front. Kimm tried not to stare, knowing that he was twisting at the waist and looking around to watch her nurse him. "A whore, indeed. These look very nasty, Henri." she said and gathered up more sap in her fingers. "I was careless. It is nothing," he replied. "But, the aloe is soothing and your touch is gentle. And, I will be fine when I am paid." Kimm finished spreading the sap across his lower back, enjoying the feel of his physique as her fingers ran across it. "Henri, turn around and let me take care of the rest." Henri turned and faced Kimm. Out of respect for her, he kept one hand over his cock while the other rested on his hip as she applied more sap to the stings wrapping around his waist. His cock was too big to cover with his hand and it was getting larger, and more difficult to cover and his arm was in Kimm's way. She moved his arm away and didn't know if it was to see his big cock or to apply more sap, but she moved it; and when she did his cock sprung out; pointing toward her, almost half erect with the head still drooping down and Kimm pulled in a quick pulse of air and her eyes, which were only inches from it, opened wide with astonishment. She continued trying to act nonchalant but her body and mind were giving their own signals and she was fighting a losing battle. Henri's cock was far larger than the only one she had ever seen in person before; her husband's. She had caught glimpses of large cocks in dirty magazines but having her face so close to Henri's was very different and she was not sure what to do. Kimm's pussy was now very wet and her body was responding in the natural way by telling her to touch it and more. "Just touch it," she told herself and then pushed the thought out of her mind, only to have it come rushing right back in when he flexed his groin muscle, causing his fat staff to pull away from his balls and point straight out as it continued to engorge itself and harden before her. Henri watched this beautiful white woman with such perfect skin and blond hair lick her lips and pull her sticky fingers free from the red, inflamed sting on his stomach and move them down, across the last of his abdominal muscles, leaving a thin trail of sticky sap as it ran off the end of her fingertips and into the thick, black hairs above his cock. She knew what she wanted now. She wanted to touch Henri's cock and she wanted to do much more but couldn't admit it to herself. She moved her fingers steadily on their path through his pubic hair and then around the base of his cock as it pointed at her; wrapping them around it and transferring the sticky sap to the skin of his cock, almost gluing her fingers to it. She squeezed but couldn't touch her finger to her thumb as she felt it pulse in her hand and it felt like the big black dildo she kept hidden in her closet at home only much hotter and alive. She stared for a moment, measuring its size; the length from her wrist to the tips of her fingers plus another half and wanted to move her lips onto it. Henri's words broke her thought. "I am not your plantation Mandingo!" he said and pushed her hand away. "Oh, I uhmm......I'm so sorry!" she said with a great deal of embarrassment at her presumptuousness and moved herself far to the front of the boat while Henri pulled on his khaki pants. "Please, forgive me Henri! I can't imagine what you must think of me." Kimm's disappointment in herself was evident in her voice and Henri felt bad for her. "It is nothing. Please, don't be sad," he said trying to console her. He explained that it took all of his concentration to keep his penis from getting hard and he was angry with himself for not being able to stop it. "You are a very beautiful woman. I was angry at myself, not you. We will say nothing more about it." Charles was forty feet down, hearing himself breath; enjoying the coral head with all of its beauty. When he looked up he could see the bottom of the wood boat gently pitching from bow to stern; its anchor line in a tug-of-war with the gentle current and he was unaware of the intrigue on board. He would have understood. Charles met Kimm when they were both fresh out of college and ready to explore the world. While in his thirties he often told himself that they married too young. Young lovers fall in love so hard and so quick. As he grew more mature he understood that the world was made that way and they weren't too young; they were just normal. Young lovers are hard-wired to feel love deeply and as time went by and he matured, his concept of love changed and as it did, his feelings for Kimm evolved from a youthful exuberant love to a respectful caring love; and his thoughts and preferences about sex changed in kind. Charles no longer felt like a young bull with the need to protect his most prized possession. Instead, he wanted help her to grow sexually; feeding her urges instead of repressing them, and play out the fantasies she had shoved aside for so many years. In many ways, the first forty-five years of his life had been about himself. On this trip, he was determined to make it about Kimm. Kimm watched her husband ascend the anchor line, pulling himself hand over hand; his air bubbles escaping from the regulator and fighting with each other to find the surface; expanding as they climbed. Kimm smiled as his figure got larger and larger, eventually breaking the surface and peeling off his mask. "That was terrific!" he announced. "Absolutely fantastic!" After The Sun Rises When he said it, the tension on board was immediately broken. She and Henri had not spoken since her indiscretion and she was glad to have Charles back on the boat with her. She always felt more secure with him near her and especially now, after she had embarrassed herself and Henri both. The muscles in Henri's arms flexed as he pulled up the anchor, causing a tattoo of the sun on his bicep to dance. Antonio pulled hard on the rope and the engine whirred to life; ending the natural quiet of the sea and the boat began its short journey back to Costa Maya. Kimm huddled in the bow with Charles; the wind blowing her hair and the spray jumping over the edge of the hull wetting their hands and throwing drops of salty water onto their faces. The two of them engaged in the story-telling of the dive on the coral bank, and out of earshot of Henri; the telling of her episode on the boat. "I'm so sorry, Charles. I've shamed us both. And, Henri....I disrespected him," she confessed and he held her tightly in his arms and consoled her as the boat slowed on its approach to the old wooden pier; already filling up with sunbathers as the day had reached its halfway point. Charles waited for Henri to tie off before paying him and Henri then slipped some cash into Antonio's hand, slapped his shoulder and sent him away. Afterward, while standing on the pier with Kimm's arm around his waist Charles asked Henri if they could make up for the awkwardness of the time on the boat alone with her. "Henri, Kimm feels terrible and we hope you will let us make it right." Henri insisted it was nothing and released them from any obligation, but Charles insisted and as they walked together down the pier Henri eventually relented; agreeing to allow them to bring a dinner to his home as a way of making amends. "My home is down the beach, beyond the stream. Take the trail marked with three jugs," he told them as he smiled brightly; his large white teeth contrasting with the dark brown of his face and lips. Charles and Kimm held hands as they walked toward the bungalow; occasionally looking behind them at Henri as he disappeared down the beach with the boat motor slung across his shoulders. Kimm felt much better now. Bringing him a nice dinner would allow her to make up for her rudeness on the boat and she thanked her husband for his help. They made love again and fell asleep for an afternoon nap before rising naked and ordering a dinner for three to be delivered to the bungalow. Kimm packed the food into a woven reed basket that had held magazines beside the couch. Charles pulled a bottle of gin from the cabinet and they left for the walk down the beach in the soft light of the setting sun. Kimm had been mostly nude since their first day on the pier. She felt very comfortable now and she didn't see a need to cover herself other than by wearing her tiny bikini which left most of her tits exposed; hiding her pussy, but not the outline of it. After walking the beach they found the small stream flowing out of the jungle and across the sand, emptying its cool fresh water into the Caribbean Sea. The water soothed their feet and they stopped in the middle of the stream to feel the cool liquid wash sand over their toes before continuing on. "Charles, I haven't told you everything," Kimm said nervously as her feet sunk slowly into the sand. "This water on our feet must be like truth serum because I have something to admit too," Charles answered. Kimm giggled. "Me first!" Kimm had already told her husband about everything that happened on the boat. But she hadn't told him about the urges that came welling up from within her while on the boat alone with Henri and now she felt that she must bring them up. She owed it to Charles and she owed it to herself. She spoke softly, looking down at the water rushing over her feet. "I wanted him, Charles. I wanted him to take me right there in the boat while you were on your dive and if he had returned my advance I don't know if I would have resisted. Oh god, I'm so terrible!" she said and looked up into his eyes, hoping for forgiveness. "You're a wonderfully bright, intriguing woman and I don't know why you torture yourself so," he replied and gently pulled her chin up with his hand, kissing her after he spoke. "We came back to Costa Maya for the adventures we never had. You've come so far since we arrived. Yesterday, you stopped repressing your urges and allowed yourself to be naked in public all day; sunbathing, swimming and walking the resort with me. Then, today you are alone in the boat with a handsome and virile man; a black man no less and your mind begins fantasizing and suddenly he is standing naked in front of you. Kimm, you wouldn't be normal if you didn't want him to take you." Charles's understanding made her perk up. "You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself," she teased. "And, what about your confession, mister?" A long smile curled onto his face and he took a moment to form his confession and while doing so his smile grew larger. "I admit to hoping you would let him fuck you and I still hope you will," he finally said, staring at her with his big smile and waiting for her reply. "Charles, do you realize what you're suggesting?" "Of course I do. I want my wife to push beyond the sexual boundaries society has imposed on her." "Charles, you're all I ever need. I don't know if I could do it," she said and paused for a few moments as she thought of her husband's offer to give her the chance at her fantasy. "You won't get jealous?" she asked. "I'll probably be crazy with jealousy! But, I want it for you anyway." "I don't know if he'll even want me, Charles. He's turned me away once already," she said and laid her head against his chest. "And, I worry you won't want me afterward." "I've never met a man that didn't want you, Kimm. We'll just give him an offer he can't refuse!" he kidded. "And don't worry; I'll always love you. You know that." She lowered her hand down onto her husband's cock, finding it hard and pushing against his khakis; and she rubbed it as she confided in him, "We've made love four times in two days and instead of feeling satiated, I'm getting hornier with each episode. If you're sure about this, then let's do it. But, you have to be sure. I don't want anything to come between us, Charles. Promise me that won't happen." "I promise," he replied. "Oh, one more thing." "Name it, baby!" he replied. "I want you to be there. I....I can't do this without you there.....watching me." He kissed her tenderly, but deeply. It was a kiss of love with the fullness only two mature lovers can experience. Further down the beach three plastic water jugs hung from a rope around the trunk of a palm tree and a path cut into the jungle beside it. They followed it a short distance, never losing the sound of the ocean and it opened up into a small clearing where a home very much like their hotel bungalow stood, topped with a rusted metal roof. The jungle was blocking most of the light from the setting sun, leaving only narrow shafts of rays piercing their way through and beaming onto the rusty roof of the shack. And, in these shadows the home was creating its own light; escaping from inside the structure through the open door and windows; tossing a glow onto the patio where a hammock hung comfortably in front and the boat motor was harnessed to the railing. It looked comfortable and inviting. "Hola!" Henri shouted from inside. "Come in!" "Hola!" Charles and Kimm returned the greeting. "We have food....and gin!" The inside of Henri's home was not what they had expected of a fisherman and dive guide. It was humble to be sure, but its ambiance was not that of a common man. Instead, they found history and knowledge and culture. Books lined the shelves across an entire wall; maps of Central America and the Caribbean Sea decorated another and artifacts of Mayan civilization were visible throughout his home. The muffled sound of a generator could be heard as it pushed electricity through the wires to power two ceiling fans and several lamps. "Make yourself comfortable in my home," Henri told them and accepted the gin as a gift to be shared, making Kimm and Charles feel wanted and valued; and the evening progressed like that; the three of them talking and sharing their experiences and stories; talking of the Man-O-War stings; laughing together at how different the married couple was from the fisherman and how similar they were in the end. In a quiet break from conversation Charles brought up the subject; clumsily at first and then with more confidence. Henri listened intently to his new friends as they described their fantasy and watched them as they held each other; nervously awaiting his reply. Henri rose without speaking, walked across the room and poured himself another cool gin, thinking of what had been offered him and pondering his answer before returning. Over the years he had turned down many opportunities to fuck beautiful white women vacationing in Costa Maya. Usually, for the same reason; they were shallow. To Henri, shallow was unattractive. But, this situation was very different. He was genuinely intrigued by Charles and Kimm and had enjoyed their conversation and the friendship they displayed in his home. He sat down and leaned forward as he replied, "In Kimm's fantasy I am exotic and forbidden. I understand her desires. I will do this thing you ask, but only tonight and with two conditions. "Tell us, Henri," Charles replied. "First, when the sun rises it is over. I have much work to do." "And the second?" Kimm asked. Her body was already responding to him. Her nipples were getting hard under the tiny bikini top as thoughts of being fucked by Henri rushed through her mind; and she wiggled almost unnoticeably as Henri spoke, nodding her head excitedly and squeezing Charles's hand. "You must do one thing for me, Kimm. You are a beautiful white woman wearing a small bikini on vacation in my land. But, that is not exotic to me. If we are to do this you must go now and return with yourself decorated as you would if you were going out for an evening with Charles in your city. In a sexy dress with delicate lingerie underneath, and stockings and high heels. This would be exotic to me." Charles and Kimm understood, as he knew they would, and after some more discussion they left, walking quickly up the beach, crossing the stream without stopping and returning to the bungalow to prepare Kimm for sex with Henri. "I'm so nervous!" she said as she showered, washing her hair twice and applying softener to add luster to her blonde mane. Luckily, she had packed for the trip with the night of dancing in mind and had brought a little black dress, matching see-thru panties and bra; black stockings and a pair of stiletto heels to match her outfit. "I think Henri will like this," she said. Kimm's excitement was obvious as she put on her clothes, straightening them several times to make sure she looked right and thanking Charles each time he tried to calm her down. "I don't think I can be calm, Charles. At least not for the rest of tonight. How do I look?" she asked and spun on her stiletto heels. The little black dress fit her like a glove and was short on her thighs and low cut. Her hair was up on her head and she had little curls running down the sides. Her eyes were highlighted with mascara and she chose a soft pink lipstick. "Good enough to eat and if you'll lie down on the bed I'll have a snack!" he quipped. "Oh, no you don't. I want everything to be just right for Henri," she said and then paused before asking Charles if he was getting too jealous. "If you are...please let me know right now, before we leave because once we get to his place it might be too late for me to stop myself!" "No way we're stopping now! I might get crazy with jealousy but I'll also be watching the most erotic thing I've ever seen and there is no way I want to cancel out." They mixed another gin and walked out of their bungalow and onto the sandy path leading to the beach and the walk to Henri's home and Kimm's sexual exploration. Very quickly they discovered her stiletto's were no match for the beach and Charles took her in his arms as he walked, as if they were crossing the threshold on their wedding night and Kimm let him explore her pussy with his hand under her dress as a reward for his chivalry. They passed through the stream and turned onto the path marked by the jugs, and saw Henri's home with its warm glow of light coming from the windows. They proceeded up the wooden steps where Charles sat her onto her feet so she could brush herself off and straighten her outfit like a nervous schoolgirl preparing for her prom date. They entered through the open door and Henri was standing next to his library of books and maps. "Come to me," he said to Kimm. She looked once at Charles and then moved toward Henri and when she reached him he took her into his arms and she lifted her chin; asking to be kissed. Henri pressed his full lips against her's and explored her mouth with his tongue. A bolt of excitement ran through her body as their lips touched and she eagerly returned his kiss. Charles mixed a drink for all three of them and as he poured the gin he looked across the room at this statuesque black man, standing over six feet tall in worn khaki shorts and no shirt, kissing his sophisticated white wife dressed to the nines. And he marveled at the eroticism of the moment. Henri gradually moved his hand underneath her dress and onto the back of her nylon-covered thigh. He felt Kimm tense up but she made no move to stop him. He lifted his hand above her stocking tops and onto her soft flesh. And when he did a sharp intake of breath rushed past her lips. "Henri," Kimm whispered and leaned against his chest for support. A jolt of arousal ran down her legs and without even thinking, her legs moved apart. Henri smiled as he felt the movement of her legs giving him room to explore her upper thighs. A little moan escaped Kimm's lips, "Mmmm." He heard the arousal in her voice, so he let his fingers glide up softly up her thigh and onto her panties, whereupon she moaned a soft gentle moan of appreciation. He encountered the wetness that had soaked through the material and he felt the swollen lips of her sex through the thin fabric. And, then he slid his index finger under Kimm's panties and pushed it into her wet pussy as she purred her approval. "Henri, oh god. Oh, Henri," she gasped as she squirmed on his hand and her body trembled. When He pulled his finger out she sighed in frustration, leaned back, balancing on now wobbly legs and fantasized about his finger being replaced by the fat cock she had felt on the boat. Charles mixed drinks and watched from across the room as Henri pulled her close and pushed his tongue into her willing mouth and rushed his finger back into her wet pussy. He watched Henri slide his finger in and out and his mind rushed ahead, thinking of what would happen next. He only broke his trance when he saw her hands tighten her grip on his shoulders and then; the familiar tightening of her legs as an orgasm swept through her as Henri tickled her clitoris. He heard her long moan and watched as she whispered something into Henri's ear before they broke off their embrace. "I hope I look 'exotic' enough for you, Henri!" she teased afterward and twirled for him so that her dress would fly up and he could see the top of her stockings which had somehow torn during their embrace. Charles saw the tear and remarked to himself how it seemed to add to the erotic scene playing out before him. "Oh yes, definitely you do," he replied. "Let's have a drink and then I want my cock sucked by a beautiful and exotic white woman." "Mmmm," she replied and licked her lips. Charles brought the drinks and this time the talk wasn't at all like before. This time all of the conversation oozed sexual overtones and mentions of how beautiful Kimm looked and how sexual she was. Charles didn't want to get in the way so he made an excuse to mix another round of drinks and leave Henri and Kimm alone. When he returned, Henri was naked and Kimm sat on the floor below him holding his still flaccid cock in her slender hands. A cock this size takes time to harden and although it was still somewhat limp Charles saw for the first time how large it was; as his wife's hand held half of its length and the other half drooped over her hand and hung down with the head in her lips. "I see now how beautiful a white woman is when she has a black cock in her mouth," Henri commented. "Does it taste different than your husband's?" he asked. "Uh-huh...she mumbled not wanting to take it out of her mouth to speak. Henri's cock was slowly filling with blood, getting hard and pushing her fingers apart and stretching her lips as its girth continued to expand until Charles noticed that his wife couldn't take any more than his head into her mouth. He watched Kimm from her left side as her right hand held Henri's horsecock, now looking larger than her face; her fingers not able to wrap around him and the inside of her wrist open to Charles while she pulled the black cock down to her lips and licked the top of its helmet with her tongue. Charles could see the long dark veins running down the length of the shaft and Henri's big black balls hanging down low, swinging back and forth, bumping against her lily white palm as she pumped the base of his cock. Kimm sucked him and licked him for what seemed to Charles to be a long time until Henri was finally hard and fully erect. Charles brought over a round of drinks, handing one to Henri and setting his wife's on the end-table next to her; and she didn't seem to be aware of her husband's presence because she was too busy licking up and down the black shaft; until Henri put his hand on her head and twisted her toward Charles. "Oh my! I love this!" Kimm purred as she let go of his cock and gathered a pool of the cool gin onto her tongue. "Thank you, darling!" she said to Charles. "For everything!" and she gave him a sexy wink. Kimm stood, still dressed and looking exquisite in her outfit; nervously shuffling from foot to foot; wanting to get her mouth back onto Henri's cock, but trying to be patient and control her emotions at the same time. She walked about the room, making small talk but her mind couldn't stray from what she wanted and unable to control her arousal she stripped off her dress and her bra and panties; leaving her naked in her high heels and stockings; hoping that showing her breasts and pussy to Him would get things going again. "Come to me. I want to see your white skin against mine," he commanded. Needing no further encouragement, Kimm snuggled up to Henri, pressing her body against his, laying her head into his dark, muscular chest and rubbing her hand across his hard abdominals and then onto his cock; stroking him up and down; the whiteness of her hand contrasting with his black cock while she looked into her husband's eyes across the room. "I want this cock in my pussy," she said loud enough for Charles to hear. Charles watched the blackness of his hands cover the soft contours of Kimm's tits and each time his fingers spread apart a patch of creamy white skin would appear between them. When he spread all of his fingers her hard pink nipples appeared between them, rubbing against the side of each digit; causing Kimm to moan with pleasure as Henri kissed her neck. Kimm moaned loudly, obviously aroused by Henri's affections and she rotated her neck against his lips and wiggled her hips against his cock as he played with her. Kimm desperately wanted him to fuck her and she began whimpering to show her impatience and squirming, trying to lift herself onto him but he ignored her; wanting to play with her pussy with his fingers instead. He watched his fingers run through her blonde bush and then onto her swollen lips and into her cunt. As he fingered her she pumped his now hard and throbbing cock and put her other arm around the back of his neck and kissed him. She squirmed and wiggled, enjoying his fingers in her pussy; his other hand tweaking and pulling on her nipples and his lips pulling on the delicate skin at the base of her neck. After The Sun Rises Finally, his cock was hard and ready to take her so he patted the sofa beside him and she quickly assumed her position on all fours with her legs spread apart, waiting for his cock. As soon as he touched her lips with the head she began whimpering again and trying to back into him. Henri grabbed the base of his staff with his left hand and the middle of it with his right and still more cock stuck out as he guided it into her sopping wet cunt and let her wiggle onto it; her whimpers changing to moans of pleasure. Henri enjoyed the sensations he was receiving from fucking his first white woman. The moist velvety texture of her pussy against the skin of his cock felt exquisite. Possibly equal to it was the look of her creamy white skin against the black back of his hands as he pushed and pulled her hips onto his staff; disappearing between her legs with each penetration. Kimm's pussy was on fire as Henri's cock pushed her pussy apart, much farther than it had ever been. And, it made her even hotter when she saw her husband watching from across the room, his own dick in his hand and stroking to the sight of her being fucked. Kimm's breasts swayed and jiggled as she grunted, her mouth open as she moaned, enjoying his cock thrusting into her pussy. She no longer cared whether Charles might be jealous. In fact, she hoped he was! She hoped he was mad with jealousy watching this black man fuck his nasty wife and she began her second orgasm as he watched her rocking back and forth on all fours, being fucked from behind. "Oooohhh, Yes! Oh, Yessss! Fuck meee!" she screamed and her eyes rolled back in her head and her toes curled in her high heels as an orgasm slammed through her body. Charles had to stop stroking himself. He didn't want to cum so he zipped up and watched his sweet wife fucking this black stud from the other side of the room as he poured more gin into three glasses. Kimm's orgasm faded but she still hadn't taken all of Henri's cock inside her so she turned onto her back, missionary style, and wrapped her legs around his waist. This gave Charles a view of her legs in the air from behind them as Henri's black cock began thrusting into his wife's lily white pussy. Henri enjoyed looking at Kimm's beautiful face as she moaned with pleasure. He was pushing deep inside her now and his balls popped hard between her buttocks with each thrust and his curly dark pubic hairs mixed with the wispy blonde hair on each of the outer lips of her pussy. Charles's mind was spinning with conflicting thoughts as he watched. He was crazy with jealousy but also crazy with arousal and he kept telling himself that this was far and away the most erotic moment he, as well as Kimm, had ever experienced and he couldn't stop watching her fucking him for even a moment! "Oh, Charles. His cock is so fine! It feels so good!" Kimm said as Charles walked up beside them. "Do you like watching me fuck it?" she asked as Henri continued thrusting into her. "I love it, Sweetheart," he answered truthfully. "She's good," Henri added as he paused for a moment to drink from the glass Charles handed him. "I think she enjoys my black cock," he said and then asked her if she did. "Mmmmm...I love your cock. I've never been stretched so far," she answered, grunting between words as he returned to pumping his cock into her. Henri kept thrusting, pushing hard enough now to bump against her cervix and she buried her tongue in his mouth, swirling it against his as she felt the waves of her third orgasm rushing through her body. She bucked hard against him, digging her stiletto heels into his back like a set of spurs and he responded by slamming his cock into her cunt even harder, like a bronco trying to throw off its rider. Henri pumped her until he could feel her orgasm fade and then he pulled out. "I want my cum on you," he told her and crawled forward until he was sitting on the back of her stocking-clad thighs, pinning her knees against her chest; her feet bumping against his shoulders as he stroked his own cock. His balls began pulsing and cum started rushing up the long black shaft; eventually shooting out; a big thick wad flying across her chest and landing in the blonde hair above her eyes. The second wad hit Kimm on her cheek and it felt hot against her skin, causing her eyes to open wide and she instinctively opened her mouth, hoping she could taste the next shot. The third landed on her chin, just below her lower lip and she was able to quickly pull some of the sticky cum into her mouth with her tongue and as she did so she wondered if Charles was enjoying her being so nasty. She wasn't quick enough to catch the fourth big load as it landed on her cheek, just below her eye and by the time the fifth and sixth wads landed, her face was covered with his cum. Henri stood up and moved to her side as his cock continued to ooze cum and he put his head against her lips so she could eagerly suck up the rest of his load as Charles watched in amazement at his sophisticated wife servicing her first black stud with his cum dripping off her chin. Kimm continued to lick and suck his penis for a long time. She used her fingers to collect the warm residue of his cum from his now flaccid but still substantial penis and spread it over her clit as she watched Charles watching her. Kimm kept it up until he was licked clean and only her saliva remained on his cock and balls. Afterward, they kissed again and she thanked him tenderly...and genuinely. And, he thanked her with the gentleness a man possesses after making love to a woman. The three shared one last drink and when the conversation ran out, Charles and Kimm left Henri's house holding hands. They walked down the path to the three jugs tied to the palm trunk; down the beach, beyond the fresh water stream flowing into the Caribbean Sea; to their bungalow, never to see Henri again and never to forget him either. Kimm was finally satiated, and now she needed to reconnect with Charles to let him know how much she loved him; so they fucked again that night before sleeping. They spent the next day enjoying each other's company, sunbathing naked and exploring the resort; reliving all of the events of the previous days. And, they spoke of Henri and wanted to find him to say goodbye, but they did not; because his words had meaning when he said, "When the sun rises it is over." Early the next morning they checked out as the sun rose on their fifth day and began re-entering the modern world. Loading their bags into the car that had not been touched for almost five days; pulling into the airport parking lot after a long drive; boarding the jetliner that eventually lifted off and banked toward the north; climbing away from paradise and into their version of civilization.