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I open the door to our beautiful bungalow hotel room. We have finally arrived on the beautiful tropical island of Moorea for our ten year anniversary. I have been planning this trip for months and I can’t wait to spend an entire week with my husband, Jack. A year ago, we decided we wanted to go somewhere tropical to celebrate. We wanted to “reignite the spark” and picked the sexiest location we could find…a bungalow hotel over the water. The goal for the week is to relax, reconnect, soak up the sun, feel young and free…and wear as little as possible…
Our bungalow is the last one on the end of the row, with the full ocean in front of us. It has a luxurious king bed facing a large window. The glass sliding doors open fully to an outdoor deck over the water, with steps into the lagoon. Across the lagoon, we can see another row of bungalows, with their decks facing towards us. It is a dream.
We arrived in the later afternoon and there is just enough daylight left to change into one of my new thong bikinis, jump into the water, and then crawl back up onto the deck to watch the sunset. I can’t wait for my husband to see the new bikinis I’ve purchased. I slip into an indigo blue (barely-there) cheeky, side-tie bikini and cover myself with a sarong before walking out of the bathroom. I’ve always been petite and athletic but I have been spending extra time at the gym leading up to this trip to ensure I am in optimal “bikini” shape. The bikini bottoms hit perfectly at my hips and frame toned glutes. The triangle top sits perfectly over my plump 32C breasts. A few days of tanning will make my taunt abs look even better. I wrap my long brunette hair up in a bun and admire myself in the mirror. Jack is going to be all over me this week...I can’t wait.
When I meet my husband out on the deck, I give him a little teasing dance before dropping the sarong. He eyes me hungrily and tells me to come over. I can tell that he’s already getting hard in his swimsuit…but instead, I give him a seductive wink before jumping into the water below. The water is gloriously warm and the perfect color of teal. The sand under my feet is soft. I come up for air, running my hands over my wet hair. Jack has jumped in next to me and we kiss under the late afternoon sun. He kisses and nuzzles my neck. I wrap my arms around him and he lifts me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hands cup my ass and he gives me a playful squeeze. We kiss more deeply for a few seconds and I feel him growing between my legs. The tingle of longing and desire starts for me as well. I love this man. I start day-dreaming about all the things he’s going to do to me tonight but I’m interrupted by someone else jumping into the water - a neighbor from the parallel bungalow at the end of the next row. Jack’s back is to him, but I’m looking right over his shoulder and see our neighbor emerge from the water, shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes. Without a doubt, he is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in person. He’s tall with dark hair. I can’t see his full body, but the parts I can see are tan and toned. As he lifts his arm to wipe water from his eyes, I see his biceps flex. His chest is perfectly toned and I can only imagine that the rest of his body follows suit. He must be related to the Hemsworth brothers because he looks like a God. I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip and staring until I hear “babe, are you listening? I’m getting hungry, should we find something to eat?” I snap out of the trance and mumble “I’m starving.” We climb the stairs to our bungalow. Jack goes inside to start the shower. As I’m drying off, I turn back to look to catch one more glimpse of our neighbor. He’s back on his deck. He’s tall and lean, but muscular, with a long torso and a small path of hair leading into his shorts. I scan the rest of his delicious body before moving my eyes back to his face. Our eyes lock. He’s staring back at me. He gives me an amused, mischievous half smile and a small nod before turning into his room. I melt into the chair, completely flustered and pulsing with sexual energy. If I have to spend an entire week across from that guy, I’m in serious trouble.
Jack and I have a wonderful dinner at the hotel restaurant and take an evening stroll around the property. I am wearing a matching two piece skirt and crop top. My hair has dried in natural waves with the help of salty ocean water. I still feel sexy and confident for a married woman.
Jack and I have tried very hard to prevent ourselves from falling into marriage complacency. We both work out and have maintained fit bodies. Jack has maintained his lean, runner’s physique. He’s fit, slender, and average height. We try to keep our spark alive by having sexy adventures, in and out of the bedroom. Jealousy has never been an issue between us and we have no problem letting each other’s eyes wander. It has never been an issue for either of us to say “did you see her rack?!” or “that guy is packing!” As a result, I have no problem filling Jack in on our perfectly chiseled neighbor…and the fantasies I’ve had of his strong hands feeling up my skirt floating through my brain all through dinner. We’ve always found that fantasies fuel our passion and I am on fire. I can’t wait to get back to our room and have sloppy, erratic sex all over our bungalow. As Jack tries to open the door, I am already all over him. Kissing his neck, his chin, and wrapping myself around him. He pushes the door open and we topple inside. He pushes me back against the wall and lifts me up against it, kissing me vigorously. I look over his shoulder, out the window and see the light on across the way. I think about what our neighbor might be doing over there. Is he alone? Has he found another lucky woman to seduce? I wish it was me.
We move from the wall to the bed. Jack gives me a playful shove onto the bed and removes my clothes before diving back on top of me. We continue to kiss passionately, touching each other everywhere. I start stroking his hard cock. Jack has always had an adequate cock and it satisfies me but I’ve always wondered what it would be like if I had married someone bigger. As a naïve inexperienced woman, I used to say “it’s not about the size, it’s how they use it.” But, I’ve since learned that that is only partially true. I thought that until a particularly slutty year in my 20’s when I met a guy with the dick of a clydesdale. He was never a serious suiter but I looked past that for a short period because he could fuck my brains out. Life was never the same after that. Jack was the perfect suitor. Strong and safe and financially stable…and average sized. But he made up for it with expert touch and tongue. His technique was flawless. But as hard as he tried, he could never fuck me like “Clyde” could.
I continue stroking Jack as he kisses and moans at my ear. I turn my head to look out the window again. The moon casts light off the water and it shimmers beautifully. I am caught in the moment, stroking, kissing, nuzzling…when I look over and see our neighbor out on his deck completely naked, facing away from me. It appears that he had just taken a late night swim because beads of water are dripping off his muscular arms. I see the muscles in his glutes flex as he reaches for a towel. The next thing I know, he’s turning and I see the silhouette of his girthy penis hanging down. Even from a distance, I can tell that he is extremely well-endowed. Jack notices me staring and looks over as well, a “holy shit” escaping his mouth. We look at each other with wide eyes and he validates my earlier fantasies by saying “you weren’t kidding, that guy is incredible.” Then he teases “Bet you wish you could fuck him right now.” I respond, “yeah, I fucking do” and we resume passionately kissing before he shoves his cock in and starts fucking me hard and deep. He says “You want more than this, don’t you.” I moan with pleasure and breathlessly respond “yes, I do.” We continue to fuck, throwing our bodies against each other as hard and as fast as we can. Then Jack says, “If you can get him in bed, you can have him.” The image of his huge dick runs through my head again. I picture myself stroking it, holding it, sucking it, feeling it stretch me and pleasure me in ways I can only imagine. I cum hard thinking about being fucked with a gigantic throbbing cock and promise myself that I will get him this week, there is no doubt about that.
Our bungalow is the last one on the end of the row, with the full ocean in front of us. It has a luxurious king bed facing a large window. The glass sliding doors open fully to an outdoor deck over the water, with steps into the lagoon. Across the lagoon, we can see another row of bungalows, with their decks facing towards us. It is a dream.
We arrived in the later afternoon and there is just enough daylight left to change into one of my new thong bikinis, jump into the water, and then crawl back up onto the deck to watch the sunset. I can’t wait for my husband to see the new bikinis I’ve purchased. I slip into an indigo blue (barely-there) cheeky, side-tie bikini and cover myself with a sarong before walking out of the bathroom. I’ve always been petite and athletic but I have been spending extra time at the gym leading up to this trip to ensure I am in optimal “bikini” shape. The bikini bottoms hit perfectly at my hips and frame toned glutes. The triangle top sits perfectly over my plump 32C breasts. A few days of tanning will make my taunt abs look even better. I wrap my long brunette hair up in a bun and admire myself in the mirror. Jack is going to be all over me this week...I can’t wait.
When I meet my husband out on the deck, I give him a little teasing dance before dropping the sarong. He eyes me hungrily and tells me to come over. I can tell that he’s already getting hard in his swimsuit…but instead, I give him a seductive wink before jumping into the water below. The water is gloriously warm and the perfect color of teal. The sand under my feet is soft. I come up for air, running my hands over my wet hair. Jack has jumped in next to me and we kiss under the late afternoon sun. He kisses and nuzzles my neck. I wrap my arms around him and he lifts me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hands cup my ass and he gives me a playful squeeze. We kiss more deeply for a few seconds and I feel him growing between my legs. The tingle of longing and desire starts for me as well. I love this man. I start day-dreaming about all the things he’s going to do to me tonight but I’m interrupted by someone else jumping into the water - a neighbor from the parallel bungalow at the end of the next row. Jack’s back is to him, but I’m looking right over his shoulder and see our neighbor emerge from the water, shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes. Without a doubt, he is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in person. He’s tall with dark hair. I can’t see his full body, but the parts I can see are tan and toned. As he lifts his arm to wipe water from his eyes, I see his biceps flex. His chest is perfectly toned and I can only imagine that the rest of his body follows suit. He must be related to the Hemsworth brothers because he looks like a God. I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip and staring until I hear “babe, are you listening? I’m getting hungry, should we find something to eat?” I snap out of the trance and mumble “I’m starving.” We climb the stairs to our bungalow. Jack goes inside to start the shower. As I’m drying off, I turn back to look to catch one more glimpse of our neighbor. He’s back on his deck. He’s tall and lean, but muscular, with a long torso and a small path of hair leading into his shorts. I scan the rest of his delicious body before moving my eyes back to his face. Our eyes lock. He’s staring back at me. He gives me an amused, mischievous half smile and a small nod before turning into his room. I melt into the chair, completely flustered and pulsing with sexual energy. If I have to spend an entire week across from that guy, I’m in serious trouble.
Jack and I have a wonderful dinner at the hotel restaurant and take an evening stroll around the property. I am wearing a matching two piece skirt and crop top. My hair has dried in natural waves with the help of salty ocean water. I still feel sexy and confident for a married woman.
Jack and I have tried very hard to prevent ourselves from falling into marriage complacency. We both work out and have maintained fit bodies. Jack has maintained his lean, runner’s physique. He’s fit, slender, and average height. We try to keep our spark alive by having sexy adventures, in and out of the bedroom. Jealousy has never been an issue between us and we have no problem letting each other’s eyes wander. It has never been an issue for either of us to say “did you see her rack?!” or “that guy is packing!” As a result, I have no problem filling Jack in on our perfectly chiseled neighbor…and the fantasies I’ve had of his strong hands feeling up my skirt floating through my brain all through dinner. We’ve always found that fantasies fuel our passion and I am on fire. I can’t wait to get back to our room and have sloppy, erratic sex all over our bungalow. As Jack tries to open the door, I am already all over him. Kissing his neck, his chin, and wrapping myself around him. He pushes the door open and we topple inside. He pushes me back against the wall and lifts me up against it, kissing me vigorously. I look over his shoulder, out the window and see the light on across the way. I think about what our neighbor might be doing over there. Is he alone? Has he found another lucky woman to seduce? I wish it was me.
We move from the wall to the bed. Jack gives me a playful shove onto the bed and removes my clothes before diving back on top of me. We continue to kiss passionately, touching each other everywhere. I start stroking his hard cock. Jack has always had an adequate cock and it satisfies me but I’ve always wondered what it would be like if I had married someone bigger. As a naïve inexperienced woman, I used to say “it’s not about the size, it’s how they use it.” But, I’ve since learned that that is only partially true. I thought that until a particularly slutty year in my 20’s when I met a guy with the dick of a clydesdale. He was never a serious suiter but I looked past that for a short period because he could fuck my brains out. Life was never the same after that. Jack was the perfect suitor. Strong and safe and financially stable…and average sized. But he made up for it with expert touch and tongue. His technique was flawless. But as hard as he tried, he could never fuck me like “Clyde” could.
I continue stroking Jack as he kisses and moans at my ear. I turn my head to look out the window again. The moon casts light off the water and it shimmers beautifully. I am caught in the moment, stroking, kissing, nuzzling…when I look over and see our neighbor out on his deck completely naked, facing away from me. It appears that he had just taken a late night swim because beads of water are dripping off his muscular arms. I see the muscles in his glutes flex as he reaches for a towel. The next thing I know, he’s turning and I see the silhouette of his girthy penis hanging down. Even from a distance, I can tell that he is extremely well-endowed. Jack notices me staring and looks over as well, a “holy shit” escaping his mouth. We look at each other with wide eyes and he validates my earlier fantasies by saying “you weren’t kidding, that guy is incredible.” Then he teases “Bet you wish you could fuck him right now.” I respond, “yeah, I fucking do” and we resume passionately kissing before he shoves his cock in and starts fucking me hard and deep. He says “You want more than this, don’t you.” I moan with pleasure and breathlessly respond “yes, I do.” We continue to fuck, throwing our bodies against each other as hard and as fast as we can. Then Jack says, “If you can get him in bed, you can have him.” The image of his huge dick runs through my head again. I picture myself stroking it, holding it, sucking it, feeling it stretch me and pleasure me in ways I can only imagine. I cum hard thinking about being fucked with a gigantic throbbing cock and promise myself that I will get him this week, there is no doubt about that.
