12 comments/ 25750 views/ 2 favorites The Watchmans Dream Ch. 01 By: only14u2da All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age, fictitious and any resemblance to any real person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is in many parts; it is the tale of a shy English couple who, as an anniversary gift to themselves struggle to afford to go on holiday for the for the first time since their honeymoon fifteen years earlier. They meet another couple during a hurricane and their lives change forever... Chapter 1 David looked at his wife's figure as she knelt washing the newly tiled floor. After fifteen years of marriage she was now a lovely rounded woman, not a thin stick insect of a woman, not a fat woman, maybe a few pounds overweight but a happy and very contented woman. Her heavy, slightly stretched, thirty eight inch E chest and thirty eight inch hips were the result of bearing their three beautiful children. She had insisted on breast feeding each of them after each was born and had not once complained, even when she had been asleep on her feet. She had the most wonderful nipples - they were perfect for breast feeding and were, without doubt, the most perfect he had ever seen whether in real life or on any other media form and seemed to get longer after each bout of breast feeding. Not that he was complaining they were super sensitive and were her weakest link as they stiffened as soon as she became aroused, no matter where they were. He knew she hated them but he loved them the same way he loved everything about her five foot six inch frame. He loved her long mousy brown hair; her slightly turned up nose, her shapely legs, her bright brown eyes. Ok, she wasn't beautiful in the model sense but she was beautiful to him: she had a natural aura that shone brightly when he looked at her – and what mattered even more to him was she knew he was completely in love with her. David remembered her twenty second birthday as if it were yesterday, a bright shiny Saturday afternoon; it was the day they got married, the happiest day of his life. Sarah smiled for the world as she walked down the aisle in her white flowing wedding dress holding a bouquet of Easter Lillie's tucked one inside the other and tiered to match her exquisite figure whilst her four bridesmaids followed behind with matching posies in hand. She radiated happiness and, when he turned to see her shortly before she reached his side, he wanted to cry with joy, she looked beautiful, perfect – he felt truly blessed. The only hiccup was their wedding night, it had been a complete disaster for both of them as both had been virgins and neither had a clue how to please each other. Yes, David had read porn magazines and had seen movies but Sarah had not seen anything like that. Her mother had brought her up as a strict catholic and had taught her to believe that making love was a fancy name for doing her duty - making babies. Sarah bled badly that first time, his girth and nine inch length too much for her – she told David everything would be all right but after three weeks things did not get any better. As a result David became more and more worried and he either came too quickly or couldn't stay erect for fear of hurting her. Eventually, David plucked up the courage and suggested both go to see their doctor. Sarah was acutely embarrassed and initially refused as she hated anyone 'touching her there' - as she would say, but after a few days accepted something needed to be done urgently and agreed to go. Much to Sarah's acute embarrassment the following week they met with Dr Lyles and she carried out an internal examination on her. Much to their relief Dr Lyles explained that Sarah's Hyman was unusually strong and each time they made love it was tearing. She went on to explain that it would involve a minor procedure called a hymenectomy which was actually the technical term for the surgical removal of the hymen to enlarge the vaginal opening. Dr Lyles told them Sarah would suffer some discomfort for a few weeks but things would improve with the aid of pain killers and antibiotics. They waited for almost a month before they attempted to make love again, Sarah shook with fear and David climaxed as soon as she touched him. An hour later they tried again, they were more relaxed and, when David slid into her smooth confines, she accepted him with a sigh of pure, unadulterated, pleasure. Their lovemaking was close; it was love in the purest sense, a love they both needed to give to each other, a need that would boil into the giving of souls and the sharing of life. They had finally consummated their marriage properly. David spent many, many, hours kissing, touching and whispering words of encouragement to Sarah trying to dispel the education her mother had instilled in her. He wanted to use his tongue on her, to taste the nectar of life, to touch her silken folds, to feel her softness erupt but Sarah would have none of it, telling him it was dirty and only for perverts. About five years into their marriage, after being out with friends one night, Sarah was a little worse for wear due to the amount of wine she had been drinking. They laughed and smiled and danced until the early hours; it had been one of those rare occasions when Sarah's mother, Gladys, had taken the kids to give them a night off. When they returned home they continued to dance in the sitting room; Sarah's arms peacefully resting around his shoulders and David's arms around her waist, mainly to hold her up and stop her from falling over but also to touch her as he so loved to. Tenderly, David stole behind her and gently unbuttoned her conservative white blouse whilst she rocked from side to side. He kissed her ears and alternately rolled his tongue down each side of her flawless neck and eased his hand to cup her magnificent breasts. Her anticipation heightened when he scraped the fingers of his right hand down the curvature of her spine; every hair rose and a silent shudder rippled through her body. Sarah suggested they move to the bedroom but David simply guided her over to the sofa. Ever conscious of her large breasts and sensitive nipples she had always worn baggy, high necked, tops and that night was been no exception. From behind he quickly unbuttoned the final restrictions to opening her white blouse and fully opened it; deftly, he eased it off her shoulders. Like silent assassins his hands returned to the underside of her regulation white bra and in one swift move pushed it above her soft expectant mounds. Her breasts flopped down like enormous cushions of bliss and he immediately gathered up both in his hands not wanting to allow any part to escape his touch. His hands were nowhere near big enough to capture the essence of his pleasure but squeezing her elongated nipples he felt a power and lust that he could not understand. Quickly, he turned her and groaned when he lowered his mouth to first, the brown stiffness of her left nipple then to the dark acorn of her right. He began a relentless pleasuring of both whilst silently lowering himself to his knees and continuing the teasing of his sensitive skin down to her navel, his insistent hands all along playing with her breasts and his tongue circling her navel. Sarah grabbed his head and pulled it to her lower chest; he slipped his hands behind her and deftly unclipped her bra then gently pushed her back so that she fell onto the cream leather sofa. David knelt between her legs and her patterned summer dress fell silently to the shape of his movement and allowed him easy progress over her. She was half way down the sofa her hips hanging over the edge of the cushion with legs spread in supine expectancy; he hastily reached up and pulled her bra from her alabaster shoulders. He quickly returned both hands to her nipples massaging and squeezing them relentlessly whilst his tongue snaked teasing circles around her quivering stomach. She was lost. A loud guttural groan emitted from her throat when he removed his hands and slid them under her summer dress and into the statutory white panties she always wore. She raised her hips slightly when he began to pull them down and allowed him to raise both legs so that he could completely remove them. He rested the calves of her legs over his shoulders and, quickly, his fingers found her clitoris in the forest of mousy brown hair covering her venus. He had so often asked her to trim it but she refused saying that it was her final defence if she ever had the misfortune to lose her clothes in public. He had never been quite able to understand her reasoning but accepted her words as trying to cover up her shyness. He circled her pleasure zone with increased speed whilst he knelt in preparation of her impending surprise. She expected him to do what he always did, skirt around her Venus and tease her then rise up her body and enter her with his solid nine inches - but not today. His head shot between her legs and he began to circle her clitoris with such vigour that she came before she realised what was happening. He continued to run his tongue up and down from her clitoris to her puckered nether regions; she grabbed his head and pulled it into her with such lust she almost suffocated him. Two fingers of his left hand slid into her sopping vulva with a squelch of relief, she went wild bucking her hips against his incessant pleasuring; her long pink labia rubbed up and down his face searching for relief. His lips never wavered from the ultimate goal – her pleasure. He lapped her nectar and she loved it, her white skin stopped in time; her body quivered and squirmed as tremors rocked her soul, her orgasm was the strongest she had ever had. 'Mmm', she sighed, licking her dry lips, and then drifted into a drunken slumber not realising he had not received any release; he didn't care, she was happy. Over breakfast the following morning as he looked at her glowing in happiness he broached the subject of trimming her pubic hair and she refused out of hand to even discuss the matter. The glow vanished, as if in denial, she could not even accept any man would want to, 'kiss her there' as she so eloquently put it and told David she did not want the subject brought up again. '....but Sarah, you enjoyed our lovemaking so much last night....'' She interrupted him very, very firmly, 'Whatever you did to me last night you took advantage of me, you knew I was drunk, you knew I was defenceless – it will not, and I tell you again, WILL NOT happen again.' David looked at is beautiful wife in despair, was about to speak then shrugged his shoulders and went to work muttering to himself as he did so. After that night they made love but Sarah never again let herself go as she did the night he licked her to orgasm. About five weeks later as he lay in bed watching her reflection in the dressing table mirror after she came out of the shower, he noticed her pubic hair had been trimmed. Although he never said a word, he noted the difference and so did him manhood. The following night he acted as if he was sound asleep and squinted to see her reflection to see if his eyesight had betrayed him the previous morning. He smiled; she HAD trimmed it, not short but short enough for her to wear a swimming costume. David wondered if Sarah was beginning to question her mother's wisdom so he asked her, 'I see you've trimmed your hair down below, you suit it.' 'Do you think so?' she replied, talking to his reflection in the mirror and trying to appear nonchalant. She raised her eyebrow in disbelief. 'I do.' He replied with sincerity. He looked at the floor, bit his lip stared her in the eye of her reflection then asked her with a nervous smile, 'Would you do something for me if I really wanted you to?' 'That would depend on what it was?' she replied. 'Something that would make me happy... very... very happy?' 'Tell me what it is first and I'll think about it. 'Would you trim your pussy hair so that I can see everything?' He half expected the reply, shrank back and cringed when it came. 'Absolutely not, you're off with your purvey thoughts again!' '...........urh,' he raised his hands in despair. 'Ok then...I give in, have it your way. I am sick and tired of fighting your damned mother's bloody catholic upbringing. I didn't marry your bloody mother I married you.' He spat at her and knew as the words rolled off his tongue he had made a mistake. 'Don't you dare bring my mother into your filthy mind and don't call my mother bloody!' she rasped, 'Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought your mother into this it's just...... well, it's just I feel she tainted your views on sex and maybe she should have been a bit more open minded?' His qualified act of contrition not placating Sarah one little bit. 'David, I am not some sex starved nymphomaniac who you can just switch on and off at will. We have children, and responsibilities.....you know that as well as I do!' 'Please don't bring the children into this. This is about you and me. I didn't say you were a sex starved nypho but you have one magnificent figure, my goodness, I get hard just looking at you.' She quietly smiled to herself; she knew exactly what he thought of her. After a very long silence David spoke again. 'Sarah....?' David enquired with a cheeky smile on his face. 'Mmm?' She replied happily as she finished the floor. 'Do you think it's time we had a holiday? I was thinking not with the kids but just you and me?' 'Oh, I don't think so. I couldn't leave the kids.... I mean, who would look after them? You know we always take the kids on vacation' 'I know, Sarah, and I love them to bits but we haven't had a holiday on our own since Daniel was born fourteen years ago. It's our wedding anniversary in August, I could ask my folks to look after them as I don't want to ask yours because they do so much for us already, maybe you could give it some thought?' 'Ok, I'll think about it but how would we pay for it?' 'I could work an hour a day extra, you know how Max is always asking me to work overtime.' 'Ok, I'll think about it but where would we go?' She quizzed. 'I don't know, I've just had the idea, I'll think about it...... Would you like go to Europe or maybe the Caribbean?' 'Now hold on there Mr! I said I would think about a holiday not a mission to bankrupt us!' David looked at her dishevelled state and felt a stirring in his loins. He smiled in expectancy; he thought he could see that long lost twinkle in her eyes and hoped it meant she would be crossing her legs behind his back for the first time in so many, many, months. She adored him and saw that glint in his eye, that tiny flicker of hope she so well knew and what he was thinking. She didn't know if she was ready to give him what he so desperately needed and make love with him. The hysterectomy had destroyed her confidence, she no longer felt like a complete woman, no longer felt she was attractive, no longer had any lust, all her excitement had disappeared the day the doctor told her she needed the operation. David had comforted her, talked to her, learnt all about the procedure and even asked to accompany her in the operating theatre. She knew he was bursting at the seams and saw it in his face every day, saw the hurt, the rejection, but also knew he loved her as much as she loved him and knew he would wait until she was ready. 'Darling?' 'Yes?' Looking directly into his eyes she spoke unconvincingly, 'I, er, well, I er....' She stuttered, 'I think you're right, we do need a break, I think if we are careful we could save enough take a vacation.' David's face lit up, happiness beamed from ear to ear. Over the next few months he worked the extra hours for Max and she took on extra accounts work. Sometimes, Sarah wondered whether it was all worth it when her head was pounding at the end of the day but those thoughts soon dissipated when she would climb into bed. He would look at her; he would survey her body and tell her how much he loved her and each night he would tell her how much he missed her during the day. His tenderness when he touched her; his lips on her nipples caused her to melt into him. She would touch him with only the tenderness they could ever know. Sarah could not imagine things being any more perfect. She loved him. She knew deep down the holiday was something they both needed perhaps a way to rekindle the excitement she seemed to have lost since the operation. So they saved and did without those little hard earned extras. No matter what she did she still felt like she was not a whole woman After Sarah finally agreed to leave the kids he asked his parents but his father was quite unwell, his mother said yes but Sarah knew how ill her father was so she quietly asked her mother a few days later. On her return she spoke with David, 'I've asked my parents to look after the kids. I know you asked yours but I also know how ill your dad is. Why don't you ask them to take the kids on a couple of days out while we are away to give mine a rest and then everyone is sharing the job and no one has their nose put out?' He nodded his head, he knew she was right and said he would call over to see his parents the following day. With the care arrangements sorted out for their well-earned break she seemed as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Mothers being mothers she fussed around the kids like a hen to her chicks and, as this would be the very first time she would leave them for more than just an overnight break since they had been born, she was preparing for all eventualities. They had settled on a small hotel in Holetown, Barbados which had only fifty rooms and took about a hundred guests, none of whom would be children. For once they would be totally childless and able to concentrate on themselves and their own needs for a change. After the booking was made David suggested to Sarah that she go out and buy some new clothes - it had been years since she had bought herself something new as she considered anything that was not for the kids as being frivolous. No matter how many times David suggested, or even told her, in the past to buy a new dress or new shoes or a top she would not listen. This time though, things were going to be different; unbeknown to her David had been going shy on his lunches spending a little less each week and putting the savings into his little safe pot in the garage. Regularly, he saved on the car running costs and walked the four miles to work. Not too difficult when the weather was good but took a bit of explaining when he arrived home soaked during a downpour. It did, however, have the benefit of helping him to get a bit fitter and lose a few pounds. David had to be honest and admit Sarah's homemade cooking and the gentle good life had taken its toll on his waistline. Mindful that his five foot ten frame had never had a six pack to start with just a rather expanding one pack! He remembered Sarah giggling as she lovingly jibed him about him being her little Buddha then saying she loved him the way he was. That sort of polarised him into non action, after all if she loved him the way he was why should he spoil such a great thing? One day, after looking in the mirror at the reflection of a dark haired man with craggy features, he had to admit to himself perhaps losing a few pounds would not be such a bad thing. So he decided on a discrete light diet that would, hopefully, gently thin him down over the coming months. He reasoned the change would not really be noticed by anyone if he did it slowly so he put his mind to it. He was on a mission; he was determined to make their time together the most wonderful break they would ever have. Outside of their honeymoon they had never been anywhere with white sun drenched beaches and a la carte meals twice a day so it would all be a new adventure for both of them. The Watchmans Dream Ch. 02 All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age, fictitious and any resemblance to any real person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you for all the comments, good and bad, greatly appreciated and noted. For those who think this is a cuckold or interracial story it most certainly is not - it is first and foremost the love story of a naive couple who have struggled through the rigors of life and learn about another life they never knew existed... * They arrived at Gatwick Airport for their 19.50 flight to Bridgetown after a long and eventful journey. They had left home with ample time to check in within the obligatory minimum two and a half hours before departure but, due to an accident on the motorway, had been held up for two hours whilst the emergency services sorted things. Sarah had telephoned ahead to inform check in of the accident but they already knew, apparently someone else was held up in the same traffic. They checked in only half an hour before take-off and had no opportunity to look around the airport shops! Once aboard they sat in their seats at the front of the economy section in the 747. David had paid for extra legroom seats at the check in and they had only been seated for a few minutes when one of the cabin staff interrupted them and told them they had been given the wrong seats in error. Sarah filled up, she was so stressed after all the worry of whether they would get to the airport on time she was about to burst into tears. She looked at him with a look of absolute desolation. 'Oh, David......' She lamented, 'can anything else go wrong?' 'Everything will be ok' he replied, a silent anger building inside of him. '......we'll just do as the lady asked and move.' They dutifully followed the air stewardess further forward through the dividing curtain from economy to first class. 'Sir, Madam?' She smiled, 'we thought you might like an upgrade to first class courtesy of Virgin Atlantic?' Sarah's jaw dropped open; her face a picture of disbelief. 'W....W...We, er, no we...er, can't afford that!' 'Oh no, Madam, there is no charge. We have full staff but only fifty per cent reservations, please, enjoy.' 'You, er, you, you mean?' She paused, 'you mean we get first class for economy money?' 'Yes madam, courtesy of Virgin Atlantic, enjoy your flight' Once the 747 took off and the first round of food and drink had been served the same air stewardess enquired if everything was ok. She saw the look of adoration both Sarah and David gave each other and, when Sarah asked which way for the bathroom she replied with a twinkle in her eye. 'Will you be going together?' 'No, I can manage on my own' she replied, cocking her head toward the air stewardess and raising her left eyebrow curiously. David smiled, and thought no one would notice them going together. 'I think she's wondering if we are going to join the club ......' He trailed waiting for her reaction. Still blissfully ignorant Sarah asked, 'Do they have clubs on aeroplanes. Is that something like air miles club or one of those club lounges?' 'Err... there are frequent flyer clubs but somehow I don't think that was what she was talking about.' 'Well WHAT was she talking about then?' 'It's called the five mile high club. Only people who have made love in an aeroplane five miles above sea level can claim to be members.' She looked at him still unaware of the meaning of what had been said to her. 'Oh yes' she replied, completely disbelieving him, '...and, mmm, where are the beds?' 'No beds, just the bathroom' he replied with a grin. Realisation drifted over her face, her eyes rolled around in their sockets, 'you mean?' she stuttered, '..... you mean two people make love in the bathroom in a full aeroplane. You are, of course, joking? 'Mmm....no' he smiled, 'you fancy?' 'No!' she replied quickly but then surveyed him with a questioning look for what seemed like an age, 'You're serious, aren't you? David just raised his eyebrows and smiled. 'is that something you would like to do?' 'Well, er, yes actually, it would. In fact it's so long since we made love I would try it anywhere. I know the operation took it out of you but I get so hard looking at you I often have to take matters in hand just to relieve myself.' 'How often?' 'Often!' She leaned over to him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. 'I'm over that now.' As the full realisation of what she had just said sank in she interrupted his thoughts and told him she was cold and needed a blanket. She snuggled up to him and, when he covered her with the blanket, she took his hand and placed it between her legs. He could immediately feel the heat emanation from her, she was on fire. 'You need to go to the rest room?' She quickly whispered into his ear, 'Oh no, I want you to make love to me when we arrive and in a proper bed...I can't wait to feel you inside of me'. 'We could always join that club?' 'Er, no....' she replied, thoughtfully, 'it's been such a long time since, well...since we made love I would like us to take our time and in a proper bed.' She could see his feigned disappointment and quickly added, '....but maybe we could try it on our way back?' 'I think I would like that.' A broad grin descended over his face, 'I think I would like that a lot.' After the almost nine hour flight they landed in a rather cool Bridgetown, light rain fell to ground as they left the terminal with their cases. 'Delaney?' A voice shouted from the waiting crowd, 'Mr & Mrs Delaney?' 'Here!' shouted David, his attention drawn to a tall, thin dark skinned man with yellowy teeth. 'Where do you want our cases?' 'Mon, just leave dem dar nd ah will sart dem.' As soon as the formalities of checking paperwork, the cases loaded and all the other guests were safely seated on the old Routemaster bus their guide turned and spoke to them. 'Good evenin an wel - come to Barbados. My name is Charles and ah will be your guide to Holetown, it should take about an hour an twenty minutes to get there. Any ting you need to know. Just ask. Ah am at your service. As it's the middle of the night there will be a welcome meeting at four tirty today in recepshan an that's PM, not am' The holidaymakers gently chuckled. David smiled inwardly, there was no chance they would make that meeting. He had other plans and they didn't include leaving the room for at least twenty four hours. As they drove north through the tight, winding, pot holed streets David tried to make out the surroundings and occasionally saw the odd person sitting on a dimly lit veranda watching the world go by but eventually it was too dark so he rested his weary eyes in the shadowy confines of the bus. He was brought back to reality when he felt something gently move over his groin, he looked down, it was Sarah's hand. 'Resting, darling?' she whispered into his ear. 'Mmm' he replied, contented. 'Good, you're going to need all the rest you can get!' After about an hour and a half of stopping at various hotels and apartments they arrived at theirs and were quickly given the keys to their room after David signed in and left credit card details. Like two lovers on their first time together they walked hand in hand as they followed behind the porter carrying their cases to their second floor room. He opened the door, showed them around the facilities turned on the air conditioning then left, closing the door behind him. Sarah turned to face David. For a long moment they looked at each other. David held her hands in his. 'You know, David, I didn't want to come here because I didn't think I was ready. When it dawned on me what that air hostess was saying about the bathroom I had visions of you making love to me and I had a tingling sensation,' she paused, 'a sensation I haven't felt for such a long, long, time. I wanted you like I want you now. I can't tell you how much I love you. I bless the day I ever met you every day of my life; your patience, your understanding -- I can't live on this earth without you. I love you.' David surveyed Sarah, a tear lightly trickled down his cheek. 'I love you so much' he whispered. Ever so gently he pulled her toward him; his hand slowly reached behind her head and pressed it toward his. Her soft open lips touched his with an ever increasing urgency. When his tongue slipped between her lips into her waiting mouth their tongues met and danced the tune of love. As their urgent expectancy rose Sarah began to undress David. Her hands went between them and undid his shirt, once undone she eased it off his shoulders then she pressed them against his chest. Without breaking the kiss he dropped his hands to her light blue blouse and opened it like he was opening a precious gift. After each button was undone he pulled the two halves of her blouse further apart; his eyes feasting on her unfolding beauty. 'Urhhh, my goodness...' he groaned, 'I so need you!' Then reached for the rear clasp on her new matching blue half cup bra and released it. Her heavy orbs sprang free like two succulent jellies waiting to be devoured. Sarah's passion increased, her hands snaked to his belt and quickly undid it. She opened his trousers and reached for the object of her desire. His rampant penis shot out from his body; her hand caught his girth and she gently stroked her fingers up and down. He quickly undid her Levi's and pushed them, along with her blue panties, half way down her thighs. As if on autopilot his left hand and, more importantly, his left middle finger searched for, and found, her tender clitoris. It was wet and pulsating. He started to circle it and used his ring and forefinger to spread her lips open. No sooner had he started than he stopped and lowered the palm of his hand to where his middle finger had been and sank his middle and forefinger into her soaking confines. Almost as if a flower were blooming it dawned on him there was something missing. Instead of the forest of curls he could only feel a nicely trimmed venus. As soon as he realised her lack of covering he wanted to put his tongue between her legs and lick and caress her soaking whim into orgasmic oblivion but knew she wouldn't allow him. Sarah's legs began to give way, their weakness a precursor as she could feel her orgasm coming and nothing could stop her falling except David. It had been so long, just so long, since she had allowed him to touch her. She knew she would explode soon. Her breathing laboured and stuttered in short gasps,, her swollen breasts tingled, her nipples so hard they felt like solid rocks waiting to be pounded by the softness of his tongue. The hair on his chest teased her oh so sensitive nipples to distraction. David felt her move her left arm around his neck for support and knew she was near.... and so was he. It had been so long, her silken touch so light, so urgent and so needing of him. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his girth and stoked his penis up and down. Each stroke along its rigid length brought him closer to the release that he so desperately needed. He walked her unsteady form toward the king sized bed and gently pushed her backwards when the calves of her legs touched it. She fell to the softness of the bed. With lightning reactions he quickly removed her shoes and tore her Levi's and blue panties from her supple legs. David looked down at his wife with lust and love filled eyes. He spread her legs wide and momentarily stared at her glistening zone waiting for the onslaught that he was going to bring to her. 'Lady, I'm going to fuck your brains out!' Her eyes shot open, he had never used the f word for any reason in her presence. It was so base, so lustful yet seemed so right and was exactly what she needed after her unexpected abstinence. She half closed her eyes and sighed. He moved forward, holding her ankles wantonly apart and bent her legs so that her knees pressed against her shoulders. Her lips burst open like a blossoming flower as his nine inches slid the length of her soaking whim; capturing the essence of their loving and coating the underside with copious amounts of her wetness. He reached down and placed his throbbing penis at the entrance of her womanhood. Then gently pushed. Her lips opened with ease as he ever so slowly entered her. Like a glider silently sailing through air he slid into her furnace without a shred of resistance. The sauna that surrounded his turgid manhood accepted him with a willingness they both knew was overdue. 'Oh. My. God!' she exclaimed, 'Oh my, I've missed you so much.....' When he was fully embedded David's scrotum rested against her puckered nether region. A squelching as she sucked him in as deep as her fluid coated tunnel would allow. Her love oozing juice coated him. For a few precious seconds they did nothing; they held on to each other looking deeply into each other's eyes. Sarah moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and pushed them up, up toward him. She knew he loved them; she knew he was a breast man from the first time she met him. Like some men like eyes, thighs, legs or any other part of a woman she had seen him taking sly glimpses of them when he thought she was not looking on their very first date. Once their initial shyness had subsided he had told her at every opportunity that her breasts were truly magnificent, and she knew he meant it. He dropped his head to her left nipple and sucked on her hardness like a child suckling a teat. She groaned. David alternated his lips between her electrified mounds and her soft expectant lips. Her tongue chased his in their race to their ultimate release. David moved his hips; Sarah wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him every time he plundered her gift of love. Their movements sped. Sarah was ready for their first orgasm together. As their lovemaking grew in its intensity he raised himself up and looked into her glazed eyes. Her mouth slightly open and her voice exhaling each time he plundered her depths. Her hips rose to meet each thrust she couldn't hold herself any longer. 'Ahhh,' she groaned, 'I'm coming, god, ahhh...... my god.....f....f.. fu.... Jesus..... Don't stop!' .........and he didn't. He sped up; his cock repeatedly sank into her and pulled almost out then ploughed her furrow again. 'I'm coming' he groaned, just before Sarah tipped over the edge into the ultimate velvet release. His cock spurted with such power she could feel it repeatedly hitting the end of her inner sanctum. She didn't care, her orgasm just rolled on and on. She shuddered uncontrollably He lowered himself on to her with her legs still crossed behind his back. 'Husband, I forgot how good you are.....' she spoke with a laboured voice, a bead of sweat coating her skin. 'No Sarah, it's how good WE are not how good you or I are. We are a couple and we do together.....' The only time they came out of the room was to collect food or go for drinks. They made love until they were exhausted then rested then made love again. On the third day they simply held each other. 'Sarah....' 'mmm' she replied, contented but completely exhausted. 'Will you do something for me, please? 'How do I get the feeling you are going to say something I am not going to want to hear?' She looked at him with a resigned expression. 'Er,' he hesitated, 'er...... will you shave off all your hair....please' He half expected the reaction he had received all those years ago. She didn't reply for a few minutes, pondering her reply. 'Is it so important to you that you would risk upsetting me?' 'No, it's not, but I think you have the most beautiful pussy and I love looking at you.... ALL of you, you know that' A few more minutes went by and she replied, 'How can you say it looks beautiful? Does it really turn you on that much? He nodded, asserting that it did. 'Well. Er, well I suppose it won't do any harm but you will have to do the same. If you have hair it ain't fair!' Before she had a chance to change her mind he took her by the hand to the bathroom, quickly turned on the water and adjusted the temperature on the shower head. He then sat her down in the bath and promptly lathered her curls and began denuding her. Of course, while he was using the razor he just had to sink two fingers inside of her to make sure she was protected ....after all he didn't want to cut her he reasoned. The truth was he wanted to see how wet she was getting.... and rapidly found out. By the time he finished she was soaking, her labia swollen and her breathing laboured. 'My turn! She said before he removed his fingers from her. 'b...but I am not finished yet...' he weakly replied. 'Oh, but you are, Mr. I told you have hair, not fair so get down here and spread em!' she said with a smile. David didn't argue and she started the process. The only problem was his growing erection. 'Oh dear, what's this thing growing in my hand is that for me?' She mocked. 'Well no one else is getting it! 'Oh, goody, I like surprises!' and continued to shave him clean. 'We need some baby oil to keep the skin soft, well, er, well not all of it. Know what I mean? He said They made love again then drifted off into a deep peaceful slumber. The following morning the physical exertions of the previous few days caught up with them. David had an aching back and Sarah was sore.... both not used to so much pleasure. David spooned Sarah in blissful happiness, his right arm draped over her with his right hand holding her left breast. Her nipple was still erect. 'You know your nipples are still erect.' He whispered into her ear. 'Mmm, not surprised Mr. What woman would not still be savouring such a marathon love in?' After a few minutes they drifted off again. David woke with a start. His eyes wide open..... with all the things going on before they left ... 'Fuck!' 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!' he repeated in annoyance. He thought he'd only sworn quietly to himself then cringed when Sarah murmured. 'Mmm?' She enquired sleepily, snuggling up to him. 'What, er, ahh, er, what?' 'Shhh darling, nothing to worry about' She drifted back into oblivion. He'd forgotten their wedding anniversary for the first time since they were married. What made things even worse was the fact the holiday was the whole point in celebrating their wedding anniversary. And it was tomorrow. He jumped up and got dressed. He whispered to Sarah that he was going to reception to change some money and promptly left. The long black haired receptionist, with her perfect makeup and plastic smile, asked if she could help and David explained the problem. Whilst scanning her figure he noticed her name tag said Doris. She was slim, pretty but not even worth a second look where Sarah was concerned. He thought to himself he was so, so, lucky. 'You can take your wife for a meal and we can arrange for some very nice flowers to be given to her when you get there, or before or, in fact, whenever you want.' 'What would you suggest?' 'Well, Mr Delaney, if you like an international choice I would normally say you could take your wife to The Cliffs which is the most exclusive restaurant on the island but its closed for two weeks whilst they do some refurbishment. This being the low season probably the best time to close but no good for you!' 'Where is the next best place then?' 'Well, sir, that would be the Lone Star. The food is superb and it's right on the beach so you can take your wife for a gentle stroll or watch her reflection in the moonlight. Seamless service and quite a few 'A' listers get in there from time to time as its quite near one of the Gated communities. It was originally a garage but you certainly get no grease in their food - unless, of course, you order it that way. It's not far from here and I could highly recommend it. Be warned, though, you will get no change from $300 but worth it for a special occasion......... ' The Watchmans Dream Ch. 02 David was convinced. 'Book it for nine thirty and can you book a nice Taxi please. Not one of the run down bangers I've seen dropping people off at reception.....' After a few moments pondering he asked Doris to arrange flowers to be handed to Sarah on their arrival at The Lone Star. 'Thank you, I appreciate your help.' and gave her a twenty dollar tip. By the time he got back to the room Sarah was up and ready to go poolside. She had on one of her new one piece bathing suits that really showed off her figure. He switched on the TV and turned to the weather. He just missed the bulletin. The presenters hand moving away from the weather screen back to her lap top. '..... mid-evening tomorrow.' Were the only words he caught and thought no more of it. That day they lazed around the poolside in their all-inclusive resort and had the odd drink or two. Nothing excessive but it was getting decidedly cooler as the day drew on. Around five they walked up to their small but adequate room and lay down for a short nap. About an hour later David nonchalantly mentioned he fancied a meal out and made to book a taxi. Sarah stopped him and said it would take ages for her to get ready. 'That's ok,' he replied with a loving smile, 'We can eat later. I'll ask reception to book somewhere close so we can walk back if we want to.' 'All right then, I'll get showered first -- I can then take my time, anyway, by the time I do my hair and put my make up on and it will probably take me a couple of hours in any case. It won't take you long, so you can go down for a couple of drinks, mines Vodka and coke if you don't mind!' 'We could always shower together?' She shook her head in a knowing fashion; her eyes telling him if they did that they would not get out. And that's how things happened. David showered and wore his best Ralph Lauren black trousers with matching short sleeved shirt. Sarah disappeared into the bathroom for what seemed like an age occasionally coming out with a towel wrapped around her to pick up make up or a bag with clothes in. Each time she came out he had a smile on his face. There was no rush and she didn't have a clue what was coming. After almost two and a half hours Sarah walked out of the bathroom, her black strappy shoes clicking on the hard floor. David had his back to her, reading a newspaper. In a soft voice she spoke, 'I'm ready......' David turned to see, half her expecting to see her normal boring dress but that was not what he saw and he had to make a double take. His eyes grew to the size of stunned saucers. 'Ho ..... leee.....fuck!'