21 comments/ 56059 views/ 3 favorites Limelight By: Strapper66 Author's note: This story continues the marital adventures of Jerry and Karen, four months after "Aftermath." ------------------------------- With a massive groan I exploded balls deep inside my wife's pussy. We were spooned on our marital bed, my arm wrapped around her sweaty waist, when I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Honey, I think I just came a gallon's worth. Are you ready for another baby?" My wife groaned and shook and rumbled like a volcano about to explode. Not from an orgasm, no, she already had one of those during our fuck session. And not from the joy of impending motherhood, no, she had a hysterectomy seven years earlier. No, my wife was about to talk, the one thing in life that she enjoyed more than sex. "Oh my God!.....I loved it when you changed the pace of your thrusts when you... da da da da da da da da da da....and when you changed the angle where you were hitting the sides... da da da da da da da... and that role playing about me getting pregnant was so hot... da da da da da da da... do you really want another baby... da da da da da da da... " Some women have beautiful accents, perhaps a soft Carolina twang or a sultry silky French lilt. My wife, however, when she gets really excited, talks in an abrasive staccato that reminds one of automatic machine gun fire. It has been a necessary marital survival technique to have a selective ear over our twenty two years of wedded happiness. Since she was talking about sex, my brain tried it's best to keep up in the post orgasmic cool down, but it's rarely possible. I grunted a few times to reassure her that I was trying to listen. I consider the communication level in our marriage to be excellent. She communicates and I listen. My grandfather many years ago gave me some great advice on my wedding day, "Son, make your words count. Don't waste them. Choose your arguments carefully. When you speak, make sure she knows it's the bottom line." I'd never felt more connected to my wife, both literally and figuratively in those moments of post coital bliss. I remained buried in her as she verbalized all her feelings, sensations, and emotions. These expressions, I believed, were every bit as pleasurable for her as the pounding she had just received. "Da da da da da da da da da da..." My mind started wandering to the start of the NFL season and our upcoming vacation. Who do the Steelers play in the first game? Denver? Is Peyton now with the Broncos? When do our passports expire? "Honey?" she asked, returning to her normal voice. "Yes, Dear..." "Are you listening to me?" "I heard every word you said..." "Can I ask a big favor of you?" "Anything..." "Well...you know we're going on this vacation next month... and you look so good. I mean, you lost a lot of weight and you're in the best shape of your life. God, you're lasting so long I can hardly take it anymore..." "And that's a bad thing?" "Oh no! It's great! I mean, it's like you turned back the clock to when we were first married. Remember some of those nights we had?" "Of course, how could I forget...we went through seven mattresses in the first two and a half years. We literally fucked our way into debt. Twenty years later the salesman at the furniture store still sends us Christmas cards. And why can't we have those nights again, dear?" "Well, I'm forty four years old and working sixty hours a week, but maybe on this vacation..." "So what's the favor?" "Oh yes... my mind wandered there a bit...well, you look really trim and your clothes fit you really good right now and I was wondering if you would consider completing the look..." "Completing the look?" "I want you to color your hair. I'm sick of the gray! Please? For me... I swear it would make you look ten years younger." "I thought you liked the touch of gray? Didn't you tell me it made me look distinguished?" "Yes... but now you're back to your hunk weight and I want to show you off on vacation." "Hunk weight?" "Aren't you down to about two hundred pounds? You look really lean..." "One hundred ninety three when I stepped in the shower this morning," I said proudly. "Do you really think I'm a hunk?" "No, silly, I know that you're MY hunk." "Well, considering that statement, buy the damn shoe polish. Just pick out a box for me the next time you're at Wegmans, but don't make it too dark. I'd look foolish. Anything else to 'complete the look,' as you say?" "I bought you some Crest whitening strips. All that coffee you drink makes your teeth look yellow." "OK..." "And I'm making an appointment for you to have a pedicure. Your toenails are disgusting." "Is that all?" "One more thing... I want to shave your back. The gorilla look isn't sexy on the beach." "Anything else?" "No, and thank you." "No problem. Now, honey, I have a vacation request of my own..." "Really?" "As I've told you, we are going to an all inclusive where there will be lots of couples. But I'm not going on vacation to socialize or people watch. All I'm interested in or care about is you, and I want you to have my total focus and attention. I don't even want to look at another woman the entire week. So basically, my request of you is... I want to see lots of cleavage and leg, twenty four seven." "Oh my!" "That's right, I want you to buy some revealing tops and sexy dresses, for me, and I'm willing to go shopping with you to find them. Essentially, I want you to keep me on the sexual edge all week. I want my dick hard and for you to have the constant threat of being fucked at any moment. We, Karen, are going on a sex vacation and I'm going to give you everything you can handle!" I proclaimed triumphantly. "And you're willing to go shopping with me?" my wife asked incredulously. "Yes... I also took my crème colored suit to Freddie's to have it altered, and I rented a tuxedo. I've always wanted to live out the James Bond fantasy, so now that I'm fifty, I figured what the hell... Honey, we're going to look like a million bucks at dinner time! For your part, I want to see some boobage and I want to see some thigh..." "Is this where you make a Pussy Galore joke?" "I'm being dead serious, Karen." "And you're ACTUALLY willing to go shopping with me?" "Yes, but we'll be buying clothes to make my dick hard...OK?" "Well, what wife would pass up an opportunity like that? Now I'm really looking forward to going..." ---------------------------------- The genesis of our vacation was our two young sons deciding that they wanted to party rather than be serious students at their expensive private college. Since they couldn't hack it, Karen and I figured it would be best to let them HACC (Harrisburg Area Community College) it this school year, freeing up some serious dollars. Oh yes, and we made them pay their own tuition after wasting our hard earned savings last year. Their mother was extremely disappointed, but we tried to view this as part of the growing up process. I always marvel how parents are more invested in their children's future than the young men and women themselves. Maturity comes at different stages for everyone, I guess... A visit to Tripadvisor and Expedia allowed me to research and book a vacation in a matter of hours. The chosen resort was highly rated, a great value, adults only, and sat on one of the most beautiful stretches of beach on the Mexican Riviera south of Playa del Carmen. When I showed Karen the resort photos, she gave me a hug that was almost worth the cost of the trip. We both had been working so hard and needed a break. Over the next four weeks, we shopped at various department stores and specialty shops like Victoria's Secret, buying dresses and tops, bathing suits, push up bras and lacy panties, each of us having veto power if something was too outrageous. We both wanted sexy, not slutty. I think my wife enjoyed my attention and I enjoyed the public fashion shows, my only complaint being the lack of comfortable chairs or any chair by the women's dressing room. The woman's clothing section of department stores are simply not husband friendly. A week before we were about to leave I visited my doctor to get some prescription antibiotics to take along; also convincing him to give me some samples of various Erectile Dysfunction products. Even though I really didn't need them, I didn't want to take any chances. I was planning on some serious fucking this vacation and my doctor was merely looking after my mental state. He's truly concerned with my total health, my chemical backup plan putting my mind at ease. On the first day of October, Karen and I caught a direct flight from BWI to Cancun on Air Tran, an hour van ride south, and by early afternoon we were sipping margaritas in God's paradise. The beach's sand looked like powered sugar and the water was so ice blue, it was like we stepped into Corona beer commercial. Karen was wearing a Ujena one piece halter bathing suit that flattered her figure. I had stolen my older son's board shorts and was trying to show off my almost abdominals. Well, I saw them anyway... The resort was run by an Italian company, and was affiliated with an Italian travel club, so there were quite a few topless European women bathing on the beach. Karen was fascinated at the casual nature of their nudity. She was actually more interested in the other women than I was. "Look at those!" she whispered in my ear. "Her breasts are so are firm!" "Look, her tits are shaped like a cognac glass..." "Look at that old woman! Her boobs are hanging down to her belly button..." "Karen, why don't you give it a try?" I suggested, fingering the string behind her neck. "My breasts sag too much..." "Honey, your breasts hang like the most delicious ripe pieces of fruits I've ever seen. They're just waiting to be picked and eaten. Your nipples are world class, in fact..." "Maybe in a couple of days I'll get up the courage..." "No pressure, whatever makes you comfortable." I smiled to myself. Ideas develop slowly in Karen's mind. At that moment, I had a feeling the end of the week could be very memorable. ---------------------------- After a couple of hours of walking the crescent beach and feeding the angle fish in the gentle ocean, we headed upstairs to get ready for dinner. Two hours later, Karen stepped out of the bathroom wearing a low cut black evening gown looking like a tanner version of Anya Amasova in "The Spy Who Loved Me." Mrs. Richard Starkey had absolutely nothing on my wife. "God, you look amazing... Are you sure you just don't want to skip dinner. I'm sure I could find something in this room to eat..." I suggested. "You can have THAT for dessert. I want to show you off, but damn, I may have to beat the women off with a stick tonight you look so handsome..." My classic shawl collared tuxedo fit like a glove. "Well, let's go have a drink then..." As we slowly meandered the stone path to the lobby bar, I'd never walked with greater posture in my entire life. And having Karen as a partner, looking so beautiful and sexy, I'd never felt prouder. Talking about our lives together, we promised ourselves that we were going to live full throttle and not hold back. We were not in the Mujaba Club in Cairo, Karen didn't order a Barcardi on the rocks, nor I a vodka martini, but there was a surreal quality to our arrival at the lobby bar. We got lots of strange looks and a few smiles as we ordered our margaritas. We were amazed at how casual the other guests were dressed for dinner; almost everyone was in shorts and t-shirts. Only one other man even bothered with kakis... We settled into a corner table to enjoy each other. Karen noticed my hard-on as I sat down and smiled from ear to ear. Dinner simply couldn't end fast enough for me... _____________________ "Thank goodness, we finally meet a couple with a little life in them," spoke a very attractive young woman approaching our table. "This resort is the most laid back place we've ever been. It's almost dead... So, do you fancy yourself to be Sean Connery or Roger Moore?" "Is my fantasy that obvious? Well, I want to be Sean Connery but I'd settle for Roger Moore... What do you think?" "Tall, angular and handsome, not quite Pierce Brosnan, but maybe after two more drinks... By the way, I'm Gina and this is my husband Greg. And your stunning companion is...?" "This is my wife, Karen." I stood up to shake Greg's hand and Karen invited them to have a drink with us. Greg and Gina were what people from Pennsylvania envision when one mentions southern California, tanned, blond, healthy, and in shape. They were probably in their early thirties. Gina looked like she was at one time in the pages of Playboy magazine. Greg was a rather average looking guy who got very lucky. They were both super nice and friendly as we each told about our lives on the opposite coasts. Gina and Karen talked about shopping and celebrity sightings, while Greg and I compared his Tesla to our Fusion Hybrid. We also talked about the Kings run to the Stanley Cup and Sid's concussion problems. The wives agreed that we should have dinner together and soon we were eating an Italian version of Mexican food. The chimichangas back in Harrisburg were tastier but the margaritas were hitting the spot. Gina and Karen were chatting like old friends as I excused myself to go to the bathroom and Greg ended up trailing along. After relieving myself, Greg pulled me off to the side for a conversation. "Jerry, I'm happily married but as you can see, I'm an average looking guy at best. Gina on the other hand..." his voice trailed off. "...looks like a model or an actress." I finished his sentence. "Congratulations to you..." "Well, she was runner up Miss Coppertone Santa Barbara in 2001 and she got a bit speaking part in 'Alien Invasion of the Sorority House' in 2003," Greg said proudly. "What were her lines in the movie?" "One line. In the shower she screamed, 'Please don't put that purple thing in me!'" "Nice, but no Academy Award, huh?' "No, obviously not... But now she's just a housewife with a fist full of credit cards. You see, I'm from a rather prominent family and I have some money. That's how a guy like me was able to snag her. Now I'm just an average guy in every way and early in our marriage...well... I sensed that Gina was getting restless. I will never tolerate any screwing around back where we live; however, I love her to death and never want to lose her. At heart, she really is a good girl. We met at a charity function for Cerebral Palsy ten years ago..." "Basically, to make a long story short, we came to an agreement in our marriage that I would allow her to play whenever we went on vacation, but never at home. Once or twice a year, we come to these resorts and she finds some young muscle bound Latino type and has a marathon session with him. Condoms are required." "I don't like it. In fact, I hate it. But I love her, and I've learned to handle it over the years. She doesn't verbally disrespect me, and one night seems to satisfy her for a while. To answer the questions in your mind, yes, I've had her followed at home, and no, she hasn't otherwise cheated on me to my knowledge... And no, I don't get off on her screwing other guys. I usually pop a nerve pill and sit in the closet praying. In spite of how difficult it is, I'm always in the room for her protection." "Greg... I don't know what to say. Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "She came to this resort thinking that there would be lots of Italian stallions to choose from, however, almost everybody is partnered up, and the ones that aren't, well, nobody has really interested her. Everyone here seems to smoke and that's a big turnoff." "On two other occasions, she found a couple to play with, and when she does, she allows me to have casual contact with another woman. At dinner tonight, she gave me the signal that she wants you to...huh... have her, and I must say that I am quite amazed. You're the first older man that she's ever wanted. You must have really got to her with that whole tuxedo get up. My congratulations, you should be very flattered." "Karen is quite attractive for an older woman. I certainly would be honored to fool around with her in any way that you would deem acceptable if you were to...huh... accommodate Gina." "Wow! That's amazing! So you're swingers..." I marveled. "So you're interested?" "Greg, where I come from, where I grew up, the whole concept of wife sharing or wife swapping is like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness monster. I can't believe in reality that people actually do that kind of stuff. I thought it was all just legend." "So you're interested in trading wives tonight?" "My friend, your wife is a beautiful sexy woman, and if I were single I'd be very happy to screw her brains out, if you'll pardon the expression. But to answer your question... No way! As long as I'm drawing a breath, nobody touches my wife and I don't touch another woman. These are the promises we made to each other twenty two years ago." "I don't judge you, Greg. If your marriage works for you and you're both happy...God bless. I sense, however, that monogamy would work just fine for you, but that's for you and Gina to work through. As for me, as long as I'm married, I will never share my wife!" "OK... I certainly respect you. I wish I had your fortitude. But I'm going to start calling you 'Iceberg' instead of 'Jerry' from now on..." Greg lamented. "And why is that?" "Because you are going to sink the Titanic! No man has ever rejected Gina's advances before! It's going to rock her! This is going to cost me a boatload of therapy dollars." "Gina is a beautiful woman. I simply choose my wife and my marriage over a casual extramarital sexual adventure. Besides, maybe this is your opening to take back control of your relationship with Gina. What do you think?" "Yeah, maybe it's time I found my backbone..." Greg pondered. We walked back to the table. Greg pulled Gina away from her conversation with Karen and stated, "Honey, we have to go, NOW!" Gina said to Karen as she walked with her husband out of the restaurant, "Call me later because we're leaving in the morning. We're in room 6008... OK?" --------------------------- Karen looked at me as if she was about to explode, "You're NEVER going to believe this, honey..." "Not here. Not in this restaurant. Let's go back to the room." Karen about dragged me down the stone path, one time stumbling on her black gown as I grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. The door to our room wasn't shut two seconds before the dam burst. "Let me guess, Gina talked to you about..." I started. That was as far as I got before the assault commenced in earnest. "Oh my God, Honey, Gina talked about perhaps her and I trading husbands for the night and for the life of me I've never felt that excited in all my life not that I would ever even consider sleeping with another man you know I love you completely and I've never even considered anyone else but when she even brought up the possibility of another man no less her husband wanting to sleep with me it's like it set my mind on fire but then I thought about the possibility of you getting to sleep with someone as attractive as her and it made me sick to my stomach and then I considered that Greg was almost young enough to be my son..." "Slow down, Karen, I can't freaking listen that fast..." I chastised, sensing that every word of this monologue was important to our marriage. "...it's just that Greg isn't as attractive as you but then again I never even considered that any man that young would find me attractive and Gina is that type of girl that every man dreams about I mean she is a little plastic and her boobs are a little too big and I've never seen lips that puffy but otherwise she looks like a Barbie doll and I wondered if I wasn't being selfish in not letting you sleep with her but when she told me that we would swap partners and Greg would get to screw me and I knew that you would never go for that but isn't it amazing that a couple that young would even be interested in a couple of old fogies like us..." Limelight "STOP! What did you tell her?" "I said I would talk it over with you..." "What! You didn't tell her NO? You'd actually consider having sex with Greg?" "Oh no of course not I don't want anybody but you but it is so amazing that someone that young would be interested in us we must be a whole generator older than them and even though Greg is not near as handsome as you I can't believe someone that young would even consider me attractive... da da da da da da da da da da..." On and on Karen gushed, repeating her words over and over. She talked in endless circles and my head was spinning. By the time we got undressed for bed, the walls of our room looked like Swiss cheese and the romantic mood for me was completely broken. Somewhere in the pit of my stomach, despite Karen's denial, I had a sinking feeling. And when it came time for sex, it was Karen who surprisingly dropped down to her knees to suck me hard when my dick was feeling less than energetic. It was Karen who despite her bad knee climbed on top and rode me like a crazed cowgirl, bucking her hips with her eyes closed, tossing her head back and screaming, "Give it to me!" as she seemed to have one orgasm after another. At least she had the courtesy not to shout out Greg's name. My orgasm felt weak as it trickled out of her pussy and she scooped up a little cum and furiously fingered her clit and pussy to another orgasm long after I had gone flaccid. When I couldn't get it up a second time, Karen simply kissed me on the cheek and said, "That's OK, I'm really tired and we had a long day with all the traveling and the sun and I'm absolutely certain tomorrow is going to be an amazing day for us!" Then she rolled over and went to sleep and I was left staring at the ceiling wondering what the fuck just happened... ----------------------------- I couldn't sleep. I laid in the bed, sweat beading on my forehead, thinking about my happy home, both literally and figuratively. When we left Pennsylvania this morning in the early October twilight, in the back of our house stood three maple trees each displaying the colorful brilliance of the autumn season. Leaves of crimson, orange and yellow beautify the backyard. On Sunday mornings, we sit on the patio sipping coffee and marvel at the imagination of our Maker. And yet, as beautiful as these trees are, I curse the November clean up... In the springtime, as the trees bloom in the late April sunshine, I'm thankful for the shade from the sun, to keep our home cool through the brutal summers. During this time, the maples drop their seeds, thousands upon thousands of helicopters whirling throughout the yard, flower bed and garden. The seeds take root and if I'm not paying attention, occasionally one will grow out of control. I have to get out the mattock and dig the damn thing up. I loved those maples, but I sure didn't want another one. I thought about Karen and those maples. I sure as hell wasn't going to let any silly idea take root in my wife's head. I had to think carefully about this. I needed a plan. There was no time for sleep. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. My stomach was rolling from nervousness. There is something about taking a crap which lends itself to deep thought. Most of my life's major decisions were made while sitting on the throne. At this moment, I was where I needed to be... A fundamental shift in my vacation had just taken place. No longer was I going to be James Bond, suave fucker of my beautiful wife, no, I was going to have to switch to Indiana Jones, finder and keeper of my wife's sexual artifacts. Once I set this transition in my mind, a plan seemed to take shape. I would have to replace a bad idea with more palatable one. Keeping focused was the key. My marriage could possibly be hanging in the balance. ------------------------------- At 4am, I carefully and quietly rolled out of bed, grabbed my carry-on suitcase and went into the bathroom. Digging to the bottom, I found the sample pack of Viagra and swallowed one of the little blue pills. There could be no mistakes this morning. I shaved, showered, brushed my teeth, and swallowed some mouthwash. And then I stepped back and looked at myself naked in the mirror. Damn it! I looked pretty darn good for fifty years old... Would Karen really want to toss me away? I pulled a fifty dollar bill from our money pouch, grabbed a clean towel, and then went to the hall closet and took out one of the room's extra blankets that was sealed in plastic. Putting on a pair of sandals, I took a deep breath, and looked skyward. I was ready... "Karen, wake up!" She opened her eyes ever so slightly, enough to see me directly in her face. "What..." she started, and as the morning breath escaped her mouth, I covered it with my hand and spoke in a commanding voice, "You will not speak another word. Do you understand?" She tried to talk through my fingers but I pressed harder on her mouth. "You will NOT speak another word! Do you understand?" Karen's eyes got all big as she looked at me... "If you want to communicate, you may nod your head "Yes" or shake your head "No," otherwise, you will keep your mouth shut and do as I say... Do you understand?" Karen nodded her head, as I could tell her mind was buzzing, trying to figure out what was happening. "I will be picking you up and carrying you. You will cradle this blanket and towel while we travel. Do you understand?" My adrenaline surged as I scooped her naked body from the bed, carrying her through the door of our room, down a flight of stairs, onto the stone pathway and over the wooden bridge to the swimming pool area. The trip was about a hundred yards and my arms and shoulders were burning. "That's right, Karen, we're at the beach. You're naked, and can you guess what's going to happen? I want you to think about all the possibilities..." "Pare!" (Stop) In the darkness, a flashlight was suddenly shinning in my face, and as I set Karen down on the stone, she tried to cover herself with the blanket bag. A guard in uniform holding a rifle stood before us. Fortunately, I had anticipated this... "La playa esta cerrado," he spoke. (The beach is closed) "Senor, por favor," I spoke trying to remember my high school Spanish from thirty two years earlier, "Quiero chingar mi esposa en la playa." (I want to have sex on the beach with my wife) I held out the money to the man. "Por favor, Senor. Para su proteccion y su silencio." The guard put the light to the fifty dollar bill. "Cincuenta dolares?" he asked incredulously. "Si, Senor, para su protecciony y su silencio." "Cincuenta dolares," he repeated and when I saw teeth in the moonlight, I knew I had passed a big hurdle. The guard stuck the bill in his shirt pocket and motioned towards the beach, "Vamos!" I picked Karen back up and we walked through the sand to a spot about fifty feet off the resort property near the ocean. "Aqui. Esta bein?" "Bueno. Muchas gracias, Senor." "No problemo," as he stared at the naked shape of Karen in my arms, shook his head and muttered "Gringos locos" as he walked back to his post. I set Karen down again and broke open the blanket. She laid down anticipating something that was not immediately going to happen. "Who told you to lie down? Get up! Turn and face the resort. There are two hundred Mexican eyes that are looking at you right now just beyond the sand. One hundred young handsome studs that want to fuck you right now on this blanket. All I have to do is snap my fingers! One hundred young hard cocks for your pleasure... Is that what you want?" "God, NO!" "No words, I won't tell you again! Do NOT speak! Do you want the attention of these young studs? They would love to enjoy a sweet pussy like yours... Just say the word..." Karen violently shook her head, "No." "That is the correct answer, my beautiful wife. I will be the one enjoying you. Get down on the blanket and spread your legs for me!" Karen practically jumped down. I lowered myself into missionary, the sand actually allowing me a very comfortable position to have contact with her clitoris as I slowly stroked. As I realized her senses were heightened by the friction, I pressed my entire body into her chest and soothingly whispered in her ear, "Last night, I discovered something about you that I never knew, and maybe you didn't even know yourself. Deep down, untouched all these years are hidden desires. You tapped a dark well of passion and now all these ideas are coming to the surface. I want to be the man to drink from that well. I want to be the man to discover them with you. Some of these treasures are priceless but some are extremely poisonous. I want to be the man you share your priceless treasures and your great adventures with... " As the moonlight turned to twilight, I made love to Karen in the sand, trying to limit movement as much as possible for obvious reasons. My lips, however, were not still. I changed the pace of my verbal assault and started talking gibberish in Karen's ear... "Do you like screwing on the beach and under the stars? Does the sunrise look better naked? I wonder how many fish are watching us fuck... Is my dick hard enough for you? Would you like some crab to come up and pinch your nipples? Is this sex adventure crazy enough for a woman like you? I don't think so..." Karen's pussy was so wet from her juices that my dick felt like a salmon trying to swim upstream during the Alaskan spawning season. From my position I could see couples coming onto the resort's beach to check out the sunrise. Eventually, one couple started wandering towards us and I stroked faster and unleashed a torrent of cum in my wife. I rolled off Karen and pointed towards the pair as they were getting larger with every step. "Look! Here comes a very nice looking couple! Why don't you stand up so they can see the cum oozing out of your pussy. Perhaps I should trade places with that man and walk down the beach with his wife. Do you think he might enjoy sloppy seconds? Should I call them over here Karen? Would that turn you on?" Again, Karen's eyes got huge and she forcefully shook her head,"No." "Good, because I like this pussy... I like it a lot. I think I've had enough of the beach for now. Leave the blanket and hand me the towel. Get up and let's go back to the room." We walked across the sand. Cum was literally flowing down my wife's leg. The Viagra was working wonders as I was already hard again. I made a mental note to send my doctor a thank you postcard. When people saw us coming, they turned their heads away. I didn't give a damn. I gave the guard a salute as we walked passed, thinking that it was easily the best spent fifty bucks of my life. We washed the sand from our feet at the edge of the beach and I towel dried Karen's lower legs, before tossing the towel into a trash can as we walked hand in hand through the pool area. We were naked as jaybirds and my wife had a shell shocked look on her face. Back in the room Karen tried to pull away to go the bathroom... "Where to do think you're going? You're not getting in the shower!" I took her out to the balcony that faced the central courtyard and made her stand on a suitcase to provide me with optimal positioning for doggy style. As she leaned over the railing, I caressed her butt and started talking, "For what you did to me last night, a vengeful husband would beat your ass red with a belt..." I went up behind her and whispered in her ear, "But I love you, and I won't do that..." Stepping back I spoke again, "For what you did to me last night, a vengeful husband would ram this big fat cock right up your ass and make you scream in pain..." Again I went to her ear and whispered, "But I love you, and someday I want to give you pleasure that way..." Speaking normally again I stated, "No, no, my beautiful wife, you are going to express yourself for me as your penance. I am going to fuck you and with every stroke you are going to make noise. Groan, moan, grunt, pant, I don't care, but I want it loud... And no words... I want sound on every stroke, do you understand?" Birds tweeted in the early morning jungle courtyard and my beautiful wife sang the song of a woman taking a brutal fucking. I slammed so hard into into her that I feared sending her over the railing. But hard and fast is how my wife enjoys it best, so her cries were ones of joy. Quite a few people stopped to look up as they passed by our second floor balcony but we were in our own little world. When I exploded into my wife a second time, her voice was already hoarse. I'd have guessed the stroke count was rather high. I held her hand as she stepped off the suitcase and motioned for her to lie on the bed. I steeled myself for what I was about to do next. The gesture was both literal and symbolic, and unfortunately for me, necessary. I was grateful that my stomach was empty. I whispered in her ear, "And now I am going to lick your whole body..." "But I'm so dirty..." the words escaped Karen's mouth. "No words! I know you're a very dirty girl, your body and your mind. But I'm going to clean you." And with that I used my tongue and lips, in every crack, crevice, and hole and on every millimeter of skin to wash away my wife's filth. Karen closed her eyes and moaned as I visited previously unexplored territories, a time traveler on Karen's body. Her skin glistened, her body shook, and I swallowed a lot of sand... I thanked God that I didn't vomit all over her. When I was finished licking her forehead and neck, I stopped her tongue bath and started speaking in a soothing poetic voice directly into her ear, "There, there my beautiful wife, you are now cleansed of your sin from last night and I have retaken possession of you. Twenty two years ago you gave yourself to me... body, mind and soul... and I to you, as well... so now I ask you, 'Do you want to make a change?'" Karen's eyes got all big as she understood the implication of my question and furiously shook her head, "No." "Your body is mine and your thoughts will be of me. When I'm fucking you, think only about my big dick and how much I love you. Do you understand?" Karen feverishly nodded her head, "Yes." "Make no mistake, my love, I will die before I ever let another man touch you. Do you understand?" Karen's head nodded so fast she looked like a ceramic bobble head doll. "Good... And now, to show you that you're not missing anything..." I reached under her legs and pulled her to the corner of the bed and lay absolute waste to her pussy. All the long lonely hours on the elliptical machine at the gym paid carnal dividends tenfold. After about fifteen furious minutes, I started feeling the runner's high as the endorphins rushed through my body and I knew I could easily pound on her for an hour or more. Karen lasted quite a while before she pushed me back, "I HAVE to pee!" as she raced to the bathroom, thirty seconds later placing herself back on the corner of the bed and nodding as if for me to continue. Instead, I drooled some saliva on her clit and massaged it with the head of my penis. My wife grabbed the bedspread making a fist and started pulling. I wet my pinkie finger and put slight pressure on the opening to her ass, moving it ever so gently just inside. The combined sensations must have pushed her over the edge because she gasped then shook for about thirty seconds. Before she recovered, I was back in her pussy pounding away with the ferocity that she so greatly enjoys. Having a second wind, I had the greatest workout of my life and I thought to myself, "If Karen can find someone to fuck her better that me at this moment, I'd let her go with a clear conscious." Karen, however, her eyes practically rolling in the back of her head, I don't think was thinking too much... Eventually, I came a third time and returned to Karen's ear, "I'm going to order breakfast through room service, but first I'm going to bathe you," scooping her up and carrying to the bathroom. The walk-in shower was huge and I soaped her from head to toe. Grabbing a plastic chair from the balcony, I sat her down in the shower and tenderly shampooed her hair. I towel dried her body, combed out her black locks, put deodorant under her arms, and rubbed lotion into her entire body. As I carried her out of the bathroom, she looked towards her suitcase. "No clothes, honey, when we're in this room you'll be naked for me. As your husband, I will enjoy your body. Do you understand?" Karen simply nodded. I retrieved the covered breakfast tray from the entranceway, placed it on the table, motioned for Karen to sit down, and began breaking off pieces of pastry and banana. I gently fed her. I held her cup when she drank. When she was finished eating I took her hands in mine, facing her with our knees intertwined, and looked into her eyes... "OK, Karen, now is the time for you to speak..." There was no rumble, no explosion, no gunfire. Karen's tears simply streaked down her face before she leaned into my body rasping, "Oh God, honey, I'm so so sorry. I love you so much..." And then she cried... and I held her... and our marriage and our love, tilted on its axis some twelve hours earlier, righted itself, the equilibrium for me restored. -------------------------------- We spent the rest of the morning and afternoon in bed, napping, caressing and holding each other. Karen's eyes never left me, as if she was afraid I was going to magically disappear. By 5pm, we got hungry again and decided to go to dinner. I wanted a steak, and Karen, being a vegetarian, agreed to be satisfied with whatever vegetables were on the menu at that restaurant. When she exited the bathroom in a short fire engine red cocktail dress, I had a burning desire for some hot flesh and it wasn't to be found at the steakhouse. But stomach hunger prevailed and we both knew there was plenty of time later for love making. As we strode towards dinner, men kept coming up and shaking my hand, women wore huge smiles, and we both were patted numerous times on the back. Karen and I looked at each other with surprise that our morning audience had been so large. "You're a fucking star, baby!" I whispered in her ear and received a playful elbow to the ribs in response. Despite her tanned skin, her face turned red from blushing, almost matching the color of her dress. After dinner, we went to the open air amphitheater and saw a Latin dance show put on by a young troupe that could really move. It was sexy, the costumes were great, and at the end of the performance, they invited the audience to come and shake it with them. I looked at Karen but she shook her head, "No, not tonight..." Back in our room we lay naked in the bed, softly touching each other. Karen had a kind of faraway look in her eyes and I got this nervous feeling again inside. "A peso for your thoughts..." "I was just thinking back about twenty two years ago to right before our wedding." "Really? Want to tell me about it?" "OK...... I've never told this to you before... I was having some typical pre-wedding jitters. I was totally in love with you, but somewhere deep inside me, I guess I felt like I wasn't good enough for you. I had a boyfriend in high school cheat on me and that feeling of insecurity and inadequacy never really leaves you. I knew you loved me, but I was just a little nervous." "My mother, of all people, pulled me off to the bathroom and told me that you would never cheat on me and always be faithful. I remember her words like it was yesterday." "'Karen, I see it in his eyes how much he loves you, and for me, he passes the meat and potatoes test.'" "'Huh?'" I questioned her at the time." "'You could serve him a T-Bone, a Porterhouse, a cube steak or a damn hamburger... with a side of mashed or scalloped potatoes, French fries or any combination and he will always be happy. A man who can eat the same food every meal and love it is guaranteed never to stray. You are his meat and potatoes, girl, just give him a little variety and feed him well.'" Limelight "I laughed at the time and it broke the tension and we had a great wedding," Karen remembered. "But I guess my mother knew something after all, because last night you proved her right." "...And this morning you served up a filet mignon with a big Idaho russet and lots of sour cream on top." I concluded. "...And you loved every bite, right?" Karen laughed. "Well, not really......" That got me a pillow to the head, and then Karen and I made slow passionate love, and I fell asleep contented, happy and at peace. ---------------------------------- "Wake up!" "What? It's 4am..." "Wake UP!" Karen was standing naked in wedge sandals with the bed spread in one hand and fifty dollars in the other. She popped a breath mint into my mouth as I sat up in the bed. "The beach?" ".....'All the world's a stage'...." she started. "Karen, since when do you quote Shakespeare? Wait! I get it... 'All the world's a stage'... and we are going to fuck on it?" I guessed. "Right! To the amphitheater... After all, we still have five days of vacation left!"