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  Good?

  Much better than good. He couldn’t stop smiling.

  They lay in silence for a long time, then Nigel noticed Karen was slowly dragging her nails along Cody’s hip, evidently eager to continue her fun. She scuttled herself down the bed and took his entire cock into her mouth. Cody let out a long sigh as Karen bobbed her head up and down and stroked his balls.

  As Cody’s cock returned to its full glory, Karen adjusted her technique, using one hand to grip the base of his shaft and her mouth and tongue on the big, domed head. She pleasured him in this way for a few minutes, occasionally glancing at Nigel, who was watching her closely.

  Keeping her hand on the base of Cody’s cock, she released him from her mouth, clambered up to straddle him, then lowered herself down onto his full length.

  Nigel watched, transfixed, as his wife’s sex slid up and down on Cody’s thick cock, not noticing that Charlotte had moved down the bed until a pleasant warmth on his balls made him look down in time to see her take his cock into her mouth, her eyes fixed on his as she sucked him. Although he desperately wanted to watch Karen riding Cody, he couldn’t tear his eyes from Charlotte’s. She was masturbating while she sucked him, and that turned him on.

  Karen’s breathing got steadily louder until she sobbed as her orgasm finally broke.

  Cody suddenly grabbed Karen’s breasts and arched off the bed, lifting her clear from the mattress. Seeing Cody was coming in Karen sent Nigel’s climax exploding into Charlotte’s mouth. She swallowed and rubbed herself with more vigour. Groans, sighs, mumbles and loud exhales filled the room until, as their bodies stilled, silence returned.

  Karen lay down on Cody’s chest, his cock still inside her. Charlotte moved up and lay next to Nigel, who raised her hand in his mouth and licked her fingers clean.

  The four of them dozed for a while, but when Nigel heard Karen’s muffled moan, he opened his eyes. His wife lay on her back with Charlotte’s face buried between her legs and Cody’s cock in her mouth.

  Nigel lay still, enjoying the show. He knew he could join them if he wanted, but he was happy to watch. Charlotte brought Karen off just before Cody came in her mouth. Nigel took in every sight and sound.

  Charlotte eventually made her way slowly up Karen’s body, kissing her stomach and breasts before eventually pushing her husband’s dick out of the way so that she could kiss Karen on the mouth.

  Finally their lips parted, and Karen stroked Charlotte’s face. “Thank you.”

  Charlotte leaned forward and kissed her again. “Any time.”

  Karen sat up and frowned. “I’m sorry, but we really need to go. We have to leave early to get a taxi to Castries for the boat trip.”

  Charlotte nodded and stood up. “I know.”

  All four climbed off the bed and Nigel quickly dressed. Karen picked up her clothes, then stepped into her shoes. “I’m going to walk home naked.”

  Charlotte giggled and pulled her close for a cuddle. “If you ever want to visit Texas, let me know.”

  The women hugged again, and then while Karen hugged Cody, Charlotte pulled Nigel close. “Thanks. You two look after each other.”

  “We will.” After shaking Cody’s hand, Nigel walked to the door and turned around. Karen stood in only her shoes, her clothes hanging from one hand, her bag in the other. He hesitated before pulling the door open. “What if we meet anyone on the way back to our bungalow?”

  “They’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

  The young couple laughed as Nigel and Karen stepped out in the warm night. They didn’t encounter anyone on the short walk back to their bungalow.

  As soon as they got inside, Nigel looked at his wife dropping her clothes on the floor and smoothing her hair. She was more than a little unsteady on her feet.

  She held his gaze. “What? Did I go too far tonight?”

  He smiled and shook his head. “Not at all.”

  “So why are you looking at me like that?”

  “You never cease to amaze me.”

  “Good. I’m glad you fucked Charlotte.”

  “Me too.” He couldn’t help smiling at the absurdity of this conversation. How many married people were glad when their spouse fucks someone else?

  Karen bit her lip. “Why didn’t you join in at the end?”

  “I just wanted to watch.”

  “Which bit?”

  “All of it. It was nice to see Charlotte make you come, and I particularly enjoyed her kissing you at the end.”

  “Did it bother you that Cody came in my mouth?”

  He shook his head. “No. Why should it? I came in Charlotte’s.”

  She looked down at her nakedness. “I guess we should try and get some sleep…”

  He was suddenly horny and unfastened the zip of his chinos. “Yeah, that’s what we should do.”

  “But…?”

  “But what I really want to do right now is fuck your face.”

  For a split second she looked thoroughly shocked. But she slowly dropped to her knees, her smile playful. “You want to fuck my face?”

  He loved her for taking on her role of slut, just for him. Stepping closer, he gripped his cock. “Yeah.”

  “Will you come in my mouth?”

  He began masturbating, slowly pumping his cock. “Maybe.”

  “Sean came in my mouth.”

  He nodded. “I know. I was there.”

  “And Cody came in my mouth.”

  “Yes, he did.”

  She opened her eyes wide. “I wonder who else will, this week…”

  Nigel pumped faster, getting breathless. “You want to suck more men this holiday?”

  She licked her lips. “I don’t know. Do you want me to?”

  He was getting close. Her talking and acting this way always brought him to the brink quickly.

  Karen grazed her nails across his belly. “Should I let whoever it is come in my mouth, too?”

  He nodded.

  “Maybe I should practice by sucking you now, before you make a mess on the tiles.”

  He reached down and grabbed her braid, using it to guide her face close to his groin. “Open your mouth.”

  She did as instructed.

  Nigel aimed himself between her wide-open lips but didn’t move any closer. The end of his cock was still a few inches from her face.

  She stuck her tongue out, waiting for her prize.

  A final flurry with his hand sent a thick cord of cum splashing into her open mouth. The second spurt caught her on the cheek and the third, with much less power, sprinkled across her neck and breasts.

  Karen sat back on her haunches and smeared it all over her face and body, not looking away from him once. “Happy now?”

  “Very.” He helped her to her feet, slid his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply. Karen groaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

  She eventually pulled back and looked at him. “God, what’s happened to us?”

  “We’re depraved. You’re right, this week—anything goes.”

  He held her hand as they walked to the bathroom.

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  Chapter Five

  The alarm on Nigel’s phone seemed to go off immediately after he’d closed his eyes. He groaned and shut it off, amazed to discover he’d actually been asleep for five hours.

  Karen stirred beside him. “Is it morning already?”

  “Apparently.” He ran his hand down her back and squeezed her bum. “Time for a quickie?”

  She scoffed and pushed him away. “No chance.”

  Nigel got up and slipped on a pair of shorts. His stomach rumbled. “Will the restaurant be serving breakfast yet?”

  “No, but we can grab something in Castries before we get on the boat.”

  Nigel was brushing his teeth when Karen came into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He frowned. “You had a shower just a few hours ago.”

  She untie
d the braid in her hair. “I want to wash my hair, and I’m still leaking Cody’s cum.”

  Nigel grinned around his toothbrush. “He’s quite the stud.”

  “And I’m sure Charlotte would have demanded his services after we left.”

  “Yeah, probably.” He’d wanted more when he got Karen alone, so it was only natural that Cody would feel the same. “The guy’s a fuck-machine.”

  Karen stepped into the shower and let the spray soak her hair. “He also fucked her before we went to dinner.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I went down on her, and I know what cum tastes like.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want a quickie?”

  Karen laughed as she washed between her legs. “You can cover me in sun-cream, but nothing else.”

  Nigel headed out of the bathroom and put on trainers and a t-shirt. When Karen came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she was naked and dry. He lovingly spread the cream all over her back and shoulders, then let her do her own legs, arms and face while he tackled any bits of his own skin that might get burned by sun reflected off the water. He finished to see Karen waiting in fitted shorts, a vest top and white deck shoes.

  “Come on,” she said with a smile. “Let’s go hoist the mainsail, or whatever it is they do nowadays.”

  At the harbour, they found the taxi—actually a minibus—and boarded with six other American tourists greeted Karen and Nigel with friendly smiles.

  It was a short drive to the larger harbour in Castries, where Karen and Nigel bought hot pastries and coffee from a stall on the waterfront, then sat on a bench to have their breakfast.

  Nigel took out his small telescope from his pocket and looked out to sea. “I hope we see some whales.”

  “But not sharks?”

  “They’re fine when I’m in a boat, just not when I’m in the water.”

  She laughed and closed her eyes. “I could have done with another few hours in bed.”

  He put his telescope back in his pocket. “Ours, or Cody and Charlotte’s?”

  “Both.” She reached along the bench and gripped his hand. “I enjoyed last night, but it would have been better if I’d seen you with Charlotte for longer.”

  “You were otherwise engaged,” he said, grinning.

  “Yet, even though you were with Charlotte, you still managed to watch me.”

  “I paid attention because that’s what gets me off.”

  Karen leaned closer, her eyes teasing. “And what gets me off?”

  He glanced around to check that the other tourists were out of earshot. “Well, last night it seemed to be Cody’s cock and Charlotte’s tongue.”

  “But you didn’t get me off.”

  He was happy to play the teasing game. “Nope.”

  “You just relieved yourself with no consideration for my needs, using me for target practice in the process.”

  The memory of jacking off in her face produced a warm glow in his groin. “You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”

  “I didn’t mind at all. And the next time you watch somebody make me come five times, you can ignore my needs and use me for target practice again.”

  His cock swelled. “Five times?”

  She seemed to consider it, then nodded. “Yes, five. Minimum. Oh, and I came twice yesterday afternoon, too.”

  “But those two don’t count?”

  She smiled and shook her head. “They were lovely, but it has to be five in a single session.”

  “I’ll bear that in mind.”

  “You do that.” She looked over and nodded at a line of people walking along the jetty towards the catamaran. “I think it’s time to go.”

  They quickly made their way over to join the queue. Nigel saw one of the crewmen ‘helping’ female passengers onto the gangplank with a steadying hand on either their waist or hip. As Karen passed him, the guy guided her up the slight incline with his hand on her bum.

  Once everyone was aboard and settled in the canopied section in the centre, the catamaran manoeuvred slowly through the harbour. Nigel slumped in the moulded plastic seat, enjoying a moment’s shade. Once they got out to sea, everyone would jostle for a place at the chrome rail running around the entire deck. For now, he was glad to rest his eyes and feel the breeze on his face.

  Out in open water, they picked up speed and the wind blew through the open cabin. Karen laughed and shook her hair back, looking a damn sight happier than she had on their trip around the Isle of Mull.

  The lecherous crew member glanced in Karen’s direction every time he walked around the deck. He had coffee-coloured skin, wavy black hair and green eyes. Nigel saw her smile at the guy, who was barefoot and posing a little as the spray from the sea caught his sinewy body.

  “I think you have an admirer,” he said into her ear.

  She laughed. “I think everyone with a vagina has the same admirer, don’t you?”

  Nigel put his arm around her shoulders, looked out at the crystal-clear turquoise water and took deep breaths of ocean air.

  A shout from one of the crew made the helmsman cut the engines, and all the passengers were invited out onto the deck. Listening to the other passengers’ excited chatter, Nigel got to his feet to see the pod of dolphins. The catamaran followed in the dolphins’ wake at the same speed, only a few yards from where they broke the surface for air.

  Cameras clicked all around them, but Nigel just gripped the handrail and simply watched. He counted fourteen dolphins, two of them noticeably smaller than the others. Karen took some snaps of them on her phone. When she placed her hand on his back, he turned towards her.

  She was smiling. “Happy now?”

  He laughed. “I was happy before.”

  “I know you like wildlife.”

  “I really like our wild life.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her close.

  Eventually the dolphins dived to hunt for fish and the catamaran dropped to a slow cruise, allowing the sea around them to return to the calm turquoise of earlier.

  The handsy crewman wandered along the deck with a tray of drinks in plastic cups, serving the passengers. He held out a cup for Karen, bowing his head slightly. “For the beautiful lady.”

  She smiled and thanked him while Nigel had to help himself to a drink from the tray. She smirked at Nigel, took a sip, then coughed.

  Nigel cautiously tasted his drink. It smelled of coconut but tasted strongly of spirits. He blinked before taking another sip. “I think it must be something you get used to.”

  “Hmm.” She leaned closer, smirking. “I’ve swallowed worse on this holiday.”

  He laughed, then looked over toward the island. “It looks like we’re heading back toward the shore.”

  One of the other passengers standing close by overheard him and explained they were going to stop for a short time. The beach was beautiful white sand with nothing but a long jetty running out into the clear water and a few wooden picnic tables dotted along the tiny beach. It was completely deserted and looked like a little cove, accessible only from the sea. Unsurprisingly, handsy crewman was right on hand to help Karen make her way down to the jetty. Nigel rolled his eyes as he took her hand and they headed for the beach. A year ago, the crewman’s behaviour would’ve got right under his skin. Might even have ruined his day. Right now, all he felt was pride.

  Once all the passengers were on the white sand, they were told they had fifteen minutes to explore before a breakfast snack would be served. Nigel and Karen climbed up to an outcrop from which they could enjoy the view. Nigel watched pelicans skimming across the water while Karen chatted with an American couple who’d shared their taxi. Back on the beach, it turned out that breakfast consisted of the exact same pastries they’d bought earlier, though the coffee—made using flasks of hot water—left much to be desired.

  Everyone returned to the boat and they set off further around the island. Nigel scanned the water with his scope but saw neither whales nor more dolphins. Howev
er, he couldn’t deny the scenery was wonderful. Looking back at the island, he studied the dormant volcanoes and lush green vegetation.

  It was obvious that a certain crew member couldn’t keep his green eyes off Karen, and Nigel’s mind soon turned to dirtier thoughts. He imagined Karen sprawled over a picnic table on the deserted beach with her legs wrapped around the guy’s waist, his cock buried inside her.

  “What are you smirking at?”

  He blinked and looked at her. “Sorry?”

  “You’re smiling.”

  He looked and gestured toward view. “Of course I’m smiling—look where we are.”

  “Hmm.” She ran a hand down his ribs. “I thought you might have been thinking about Charlotte.”

  “What?”

  She put her lips next to his ear. “Last night you fucked somebody else for the first time in twenty years. It must have had some effect. And since we talked about what I did with Sean at length—”

  “We will,” he promised, kissing her head. “But maybe not here. I want to talk about it when we’re in bed.”

  A shout from the other side of the boat alerted them to another sighting, and the boat’s engine was cut. Nigel moved excitedly round the deck and saw five stingrays gliding majestically through the clear water, each over a metre wide.

  “Oh, wow. They’re gorgeous.” Karen videoed them with her phone, a wide smile on her face.

  Nigel had never seen rays anywhere except in tanks, and he took her hand in his. “Thanks for this holiday.”

  She squeezed his hand. “You’re welcome, but it’s not over yet.”

  “More drinks for the beautiful lady?”

  They turned to find Karen’s admirer holding another tray. Both took a drink and smiled their thanks, though Nigel knew his smile wasn’t necessary because the guy never actually looked at him. When he’d moved down the deck to the next passengers, Karen held Nigel’s gaze and smiled.

  An hour or so later, having spotted nothing except more pelicans and seagulls, Nigel realised the boat was getting closer to the shore for their lunch and shopping break. He watched the horizon through his telescope, still hoping to see whales, but his mind was stuck on the dirty fantasy germinating in his mind. When they’d docked, everyone was asked to return by one-thirty. As Nigel led Karen along the jetty, he decided to voice his idea and pulled her to one side.