“It’s all booked and paid for,” she said.

“Good. What are the damages? No, don’t answer that, it doesn't matter.”

I smiled at my brown-haired beauty; she sat down across the table from me. Seeing a huge smile on her face made me feel like a child a couple of nights before Christmas. It’s a rush of adrenaline. Clarissa is my drug.

“When do we leave?” I asked.

“Next Friday morning!”

“One week!”

I needed to get on the ball. and make sure Jay had everything he needed to keep up with the farm.

I paused and looked at her for a moment. “I honestly didn’t think you could make it happen so quickly.”

“I told you I could.”

She smiled.

We stood up, leaned across the breakfast table, kissed, smiled again at each other, and went back in for one more kiss.

I pulled on my boots and walked out the back door.

***

The following Friday we were on the way to Standiford Field in Louisville, long before sunrise.

Our flight to Charlotte was uneventful and on time. We departed Charlotte and landed in Antigua, where we boarded the small Swiss-made nine-seat single-prop plane for the last leg of our trip.

We landed at St. Barthelemy at about five in the afternoon, local time.

The island was beautiful. We were coming in for a landing, on the very small runway, and could see the lush hills surrounded by turquoise and azure water. White sand beaches dotted the coastline.

The capital village of Gustavia, surrounding the harbor, was picturesque and pristine. The buildings all had red roofs.

The boats in the harbor were stunning. They ranged from small fishing boats to private luxury yachts a couple of hundred feet in length.

The sight was breathtaking. We were captivated by our destination.

St. Barts, as most call it, is a small French island in the Caribbean Sea. It has all the beauty of a small Caribbean Island, but all the charms of the French Riviera or the Amalfi Coast of Italy. It has a European feel to it.

We drove the rental car to our villa and were once again pleasantly surprised with the accommodations. The house was very luxurious and had an unbelievable view of the Harbor.

We had a small private pool in front of the veranda and a nice hot tub with unobstructed views of the sea.

It was a perfect backdrop, with plenty of privacy, for a week of intense lovemaking.

We put our belongings away and freshened up a bit. Clarissa popped open the bottle of champagne that had been placed on ice for our arrival, and I started slicing some fruit, that was in a basket with a welcome note inviting us to feel at home.

As I put the fruit on a plate, Clarissa passed by with two flutes of champagne in nothing but a pair of red bikini bottoms.

I stared at her as she glided by me, I could smell her perfume, and see the roundness of her butt cheeks displayed by the tiny thong. Her dark hair flowed down between her shoulder blades. She was stunning.

I noticed the texture of her smooth skin with a hint of sheen on it from the intense humidity of the evening air. I could hear her small feet padding softly across the stone tiles of the open floor. A small gold anklet sparkled around her graceful foot. Her bright red toenails matched her red bikini bottoms.

She stood there waiting for me, her figure silhouetted against the evening sky.  Her breasts were standing proud and inviting the gentle kiss of the warm tropic air.

We each took a chaise lounge close to one another, clinked our glasses, and toasted to, “A week of us.”

We nibbled the fruit and sipped the champagne while consuming the landscape with our eyes. We were surrounded by beauty.

After we sat there and relaxed for a while, and had finished the bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Brut, Clarissa stood up, stretched, and slid her bikini bottoms down.

With one graceful movement of her foot, she flipped them in my direction. I caught them mid-air and dropped them on the chaise. My nostrils caught the subtle scent of her arousal.

Clarissa walked down the steps of the pool into the water and turned to look at me with a grin on her face. I slipped my shorts off and joined her.

The feel of her soft smooth skin against mine, her firm breasts pressing into me, and her lithe legs gripping me tightly, brought me to a state of arousal.

We kissed for several minutes and enjoyed the relaxing feeling of the pool.

She whispered in my ear, “I brought some new toys to play with.”

I smiled, took her hand, and led her out of the pool.

We rinsed ourselves under the outdoor showerhead and wrapped up in our towels.

We went inside, showered, and readied ourselves for bed.

Clarissa decided to forgo her pajamas, hung her bathrobe on its hook, and climbed into the white sheets naked. I followed.

I slid in next to her in anticipation of what she had told me in the pool about new toys.

Grinning, she pulled out some long silk scarves to use as restraints and blindfolds, a black leather riding crop, an ostrich feather, and a pair of nipple clamps and laid them on her nightstand table.

This was a new development in our sex life. Neither of us had ever experienced BDSM. We had discussed scenarios where we would like to be tied up and maybe some light spanking, but never really took it further.

She handed me the scarves and relinquished her hands to me, outstretched.

I tied one on one each wrist and one over her eyes. She lay back sprawled naked in the center of the bed, and I tied the scarf ends around the bed posts, restraining her arms.

I checked the silky blindfold around her eyes and made sure she couldn’t see.

I could tell her senses were heightened. Her nipples were hard, and gooseflesh broke out on her from head to toe.

I was aroused by the sight of her sprawled in front of me. My cock was rigid and standing at attention.

“What do you want me to do?” I whispered.

“Use me any way you please,” she replied.

I turned the lamp on the dresser down to the lowest setting, creating a soft glow in the room.

Looking at the assortment of new toys she had brought, I chose to start with the feather.

Lying on her back with her arms spread, I started to lightly brush her arms, and torso, avoiding her nipples.

I ever so gently brushed the surface of her skin with the herls of the feather. I would trace from her neck, down her shoulders, and sweep down her sides.

The feather left a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

I circled her vagina and ran the feather up and down her thighs. I traced down each leg and across the tops of her feet. The sensation of the feather was making her moan with pleasure. She started to move her body around as she became more and more aroused.

I withheld the feather and could tell she was longing for touch and more stimulation. When she started wiggling more, I brushed her nipples with the feather eliciting a moan from her. She was now biting her lower lip.

I leaned in and gently bit one of her nipples, both surprising her, and driving her a little further over the edge.

Seeing her response, I placed both clamps on her nipples releasing the pressure on them at the same time. Her moaning increased dramatically.

I began to rub her sides with my fingertips and kissed her on the mouth. She greedily searched my mouth with her tongue, inviting more. I stopped kissing her, and she leaned up trying to keep me from withdrawing from her.

I picked up the riding crop and started to caress her abdomen with the smooth flat surface.

“Do you want this?” I asked as I withdrew it from her flesh.

“Yes,” she breathed out with a slight wavering to her voice. I could tell her breathing had increased rapidly at the thought of the leather biting her skin.

I used it to caress the top of her pussy, rubbing in small circles, I could hear a sharp gasp of air as she inhaled.

I lightly paddled her opening; her hips began to reciprocate with each strike of the leather. She was becoming more turned on with each caress and stroke I introduced.

I leaned in and gave her a lover’s bite on her exposed neck, but not to the point of bruising.

When I pulled my lips from her neck, I nibbled her ear, and whispered, “Roll on your side and let me see your perfect ass.”

She rolled the best she could, pulling against the restraints on her arms. Her small flexible frame exposed her bare buttocks. I could see her pussy between her slender legs.

I smacked her firmly across her ass with the instrument of pleasure. She let out a louder moan. A moan that had no hint of pain in it. It was a moan of pure pleasure.

I struck her bottom several more times. Each stroke turned her pale flesh pinker.

“Roll back and spread your legs,” I instructed.

She turned to lie flat on her back with her legs spread, her pussy was open and wet with arousal.

I tapped her exposed clitoris with the crop sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. She began to buck her hips in anticipation of the striking.  I increased the intensity. She was about to climax.

I stopped abruptly, and she begged me, “Please, don’t stop.”

Staring at her laying sprawled on the bed, begging me to resume, I could feel my cock throbbing with excitement.

I crawled between her legs and licked her moist opening. She shuddered with pleasure. I explored her folds with my tongue, and her moaning resumed.

When I found her clit with my mouth, I sucked it in and caressed it with the tip of my tongue as I had done so many times before.

She immediately began to orgasm.

I continued to brush her clit with my tongue and press against it while swirling and sucking. She followed with multiple waves of orgasm.

The sound of her pulling against the restraints, wanting to grab my head, made me harder.

As the waves of her orgasm began to recede, I continued to flick my tongue on her sensitive clit, she tried to escape my hungry mouth and began to retreat across the bed with her lower body trying to escape. I gave chase.

“Enough, I can’t take any more.” She demanded yet reasoned.

I released her from her restraints and pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. I pressed the head of my engorged cock into her in one fluid stroke. She let out a gasp as my girth stretched her. It felt amazing, she was so wet and hot. I began to push in and out of her at a steady pace.

Having already reached a heightened state of arousal from the new experience with my wife, I began to cum immediately.

I shot a hot load deep into her and could have ridden the waves of ecstasy longer, but feeling spent, I kissed her and withdrew.

She retreated to the bathroom to shower, where I joined her. Afterward, we both crawled into the bed and drifted into a deep sleep within minutes.

***

The next morning, we were both up early, showered, and dressed for the day. We wanted to explore the small village of Gustavia and take in the island’s shops and fine cuisine.

The Island is French-speaking, although many speak enough English to communicate.

The overall attitude of the island is laid back and relaxed. It has a magical feel to it. A perfect place to get away and leave the stress of life behind.  As advertised, it truly has a laisssez-faire feel.

Clarissa and I enjoyed shopping and walking through the historic village. You could feel the old-world charm of the architecture, and the food we ate for lunch was delicious.

We talked with some other visitors and learned where some good places to go to the beach were, and they recommended some restaurants for dinner. They were very friendly and even invited us to a local nude beach with them the next morning.

Topless sunbathing, while prohibited, is not uncommon, but there is a secluded beach where complete nudity is.

We both chuckled at the invitation but didn’t say anything in response.

During the hottest part of the day, the island businesses shut down for a siesta. We realized it was a good opportunity for us to relax, and spend time in the pool or cool off in the villa.  

We came in from touring Gustavia, both hit the shower to rinse off, and met poolside.

After floating for a bit in the pool, we decided to go back indoors and relax on the king-sized bed.

Later, we both dressed and went into Gustavia to enjoy dinner. We chose a restaurant based on the recommendations of the two couples we met earlier in the day.

When we arrived, we spotted the two couples, they waved at us, and we waved back.

I went to the restroom while we were waiting to be seated, and upon my return to the lobby, the concierge informed me that Mademoiselle had been seated with her friends.

The staff had pulled a small table for two to adjoin their four top table. I stood for a moment and watched as the four fawned over Clarissa. This was a sight I was used to.

Martin and Elen, A couple from Wales who now lives in Portugal were sitting farthest away from Clarissa and me. They were both around our age, He was sandy-headed, medium height, and very fit, she was slightly taller than him, sandy-haired as well, and very thin. The two made a very well-matched pair.

They were a very good-looking couple and appeared to take good care of themselves.

The other couple was from Portugal and was vacationing with Elen and Martin. Their names were Iris and Mikael.

Iris and Mikael were a very handsome couple as well. They were both around the same height. They both had dark hair, and brown eyes, and were athletically built. He had the look of a soccer player, while very fit and slim, he was muscular in all the right places.

Iris was very pretty. She had bright brown eyes that seemed to sparkle when she smiled. She was very sexy and looked as if she could have been a swimsuit model in Sports Illustrated. I had to admit, I would love to see her in a bikini.

Dinner was enjoyable, and the company was good. We all had a great time talking and learning more about one another. As the wine started flowing, the group became more animated and flirtatious.

The restaurants in Gustavia are notorious for great cuisine and having the laid-back feel of island life. We did not feel rushed, nor did the staff grow impatient with our lingering.

We were still going strong when I realized we had been there for three hours, talking and laughing with our new friends as if we had known them our entire lives. We thanked them for the great evening and excused ourselves.

Clarissa and I arrived back at our villa and sat on the overstuffed couch. We both laid back and held hands.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” I asked.

“Are we going to the beach with them tomorrow?"

“If you want to, I am fine with it. I don’t know if I feel comfortable enough to go commando. What about you?”

“I wouldn’t mind going topless, but I’m not sure about going full nude,” she said as if considering whether she would or not.

We sat together holding hands and cuddling and ended up making tender love on the couch.

***

The next morning while eating breakfast we heard a car horn honk outside our villa. Clarissa stood to answer the door.

“That’ll be Iris. She said they would stop by on the way to the beach to see if we want to tag along,” she told me as she was opening the door.

She stepped back inside, and I looked at her inquisitively.

“I told them we would be there shortly.”

“So, I guess we are going?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t we?” She stared at me.

“I’m game,” I answered.

“Good. Get dressed, Iris and Elen said just to meet them there, they would have everything, food, wine, a cooler with water and beer, and even umbrellas for shade. The only thing we need is our towels.

I hesitated for a moment, and then said, “I think they are swingers C.”

“I know. Elen and Iris told me they are,” she replied matter-of-factly.

***

We drove to the beach, Anse de Gouverneur. It was tucked in an isolated cove surrounded by thick vegetation.

As we pulled into the small parking area, we saw the two couples unloading their cars.

We helped move everything down the small path weaving through the vegetation to the beach and setting it up.

The beach was beautiful. The water was crystal clear and calm. The cove was protected by a large reef system that kept the surf to a minimum, and the sand was white and soft.

The umbrellas were barely on the ground when our newfound friends all stripped their clothes off. No swimsuits underneath.

Still feeling a little nervous about getting naked on the beach in front of people we had just met, I looked to Clarissa for reassurance.

She was already standing there naked, completely naked. It was no surprise to me, she had always been a free spirit, and had the confidence to do it.

“When in Rome,” I said, and pulled my shirt and shorts off.

The initial shock of undressing in front of everyone diminished quickly. When everyone is nude, it seems normal.

I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Iris. Her copper-colored skin was beautiful. She had very nice breasts that were larger than Clarissa’s and stood firmly in place. Her ass was round and shapely, and her pubic hair was shaved into a narrow patch.

Mikael saw me taking her in, and I averted my eyes. He smiled a reassuring smile letting me know it was both okay and normal. To reinforce this, he purposely looked at Clarissa from the ground up, and back. Then made eye contact with me and smiled.

Somehow, it helped me feel more comfortable. He handed me a beer from the cooler, I cracked it open and took a drink.

“First time?” he asked.

I nodded my head.

The three ladies all took their places on their beach towels soaking up some morning sun before the rays became too intense.

The three of us, reclined on the lounge chairs positioned behind them, drinking our beers, and chatting about anything and everything.

It wasn’t much different from any other day at the beach, except, we were all naked.

After a bit, the three women walked to the water and waded in up to their shoulders. We watched them walking and admired the sight of three beautiful women striding down the sandy beach in the nude and resumed our conversation.

After a bit, Mikael, pointed out to the water and said, “Looks like our wives are getting along nicely.”

I looked, and they were all huddled together in the water in a tight circle. Clarissa and Elen appeared to be kissing one another, not in a full-on lip lock but pecking each other on the lips.

Martin chimed in, “They have all been kissing and getting a little handsy out there for a while now. Surprised you two haven’t noticed.”

The three of us sat there enjoying the view.

Mikael stood and said, “I am going to join them.”

We all stood up and made our way to the water. Where all six of us splashed around and played catch with a small handball. We laughed and had a great time.

Martin made a trip to bring the cooler closer to the water’s edge, we were all relaxing, sipping our drinks, and enjoying the crystal-clear water.

I noticed Clarissa and Martin were engaged in a deep conversation and were becoming less a part of the main group. They were drifting farther away from the four of us in the current. I could see Clarissa laughing and rubbing Martin’s arm. The of them kept getting closer and closer together. They were practically touching.

Iris moved in closer to me and began to flirt openly, which didn’t seem to bother Mikael. He and Elen were practically in each other’s arms. She and I were hitting it off nicely.

Eventually, she scooted up close and moved behind me. She placed her left arm around my neck, reached down with her right hand, and rubbed my inner thigh. She whispered in my ear, “Will you and Clarissa come over to our villa this evening?”

Starting to feel aroused, I looked over at Clarissa, Martin was kissing her on the neck, and she appeared to have her hand under the water.

“Sure. I think it would be fun.” I found myself saying this without talking to Clarissa first.

I glanced back in her direction, and from the looks of it, she would be okay with going to their villa. I was pretty sure she was giving Martin a hand job under the water.

Iris kissed behind my ear, reached around, and grabbed my stiffening cock. She whispered in my ear, “Eu estou tao feliz. It means I am so happy in Portuguese.”

It wouldn’t have mattered what it meant, it sounded beautiful coming from her lips. If she would have asked me to jump off a cliff, I probably would have agreed to do it.

When the sun began to reach its zenith, we dressed, and all returned to our villas to relax.

***

Clarissa and I discussed the fun time we had at the beach with our new friends and decided we would accept the dinner invitation.

I was relieved to hear she was okay with going since I had already accepted the invitation from Iris. Judging by her time in the water with Martin, I assumed she would want to go.

I asked her with a grin on my face. “Looked like you and Martin were having a fun time. Was something going on under the water with you two?”

“Maybe,” she replied with a grin.

She knew how to turn me on. It was obvious Martin had fun with Clarissa, but what wasn’t obvious, was she gave Martin a hand job for my pleasure too.

It is hard for people who don’t participate in extramarital activities to understand the appeal. The first time Clarissa talked dirty with me about her sexual fantasies I was so excited and stimulated, I almost couldn’t contain myself, but the first time I saw her participate sexually with another person, my excitement and arousal went far beyond that.

It is a turn-on to hear your spouse verbalize their fantasies. But when they act out their fantasies for you, the excitement is multiplied exponentially.

There are some difficult emotional issues that you work through when first embracing the lifestyle, but once you have worked through them, learned to trust one another, and feel secure in your relationship, it is a very rewarding experience.

***

We had dinner with our friends at their villa just up the hill from ours. Turns out Martin and Elen owned it, and the two couples visited regularly.

We all retired to their front deck. It was equipped with a swimming pool, a hot tub, an outdoor kitchen, and an outdoor living area complete with a large stone fireplace.

“Martin, this place is beautiful,” I complimented.

“Thank you, Charles, we love it here.”

The two couples were easy to be around and made us feel at home. We gathered around the fireplace drinking and getting to know each other better.

Clarissa and I, fully understanding why we had accepted the invitation, paired up as we were in the ocean that morning.

Martin and Clarissa were sitting close together on a loveseat and were getting more intimate as time passed. She had her hand on his thigh while he was twirling her dark hair in his fingers. He was giving her an occasional kiss on her lips or neck.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before Clarissa was fully aroused. The flushness of her face revealed her lust for her handsome new carer.

Iris, who was snuggled in beside me with her head leaning on my shoulder and caressing my forearm whispered, “Seeing her with Martin turns you doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I said with a smile and turned to look at her.

“I can tell,” she reached down and rubbed my stiffening cock through my linen capris.

Refocusing all my attention on Iris, I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and kissed her full lips. I lingered tasting her sweetness and trying to absorb every ounce of her.

Our kissing became more passionate. We began to grope and rub our hands over each other, completely unaware of the world around us. At this moment in time, it was just the two of us in our lust-fueled heat of passion.

I felt a small hand brush across the back of my shoulders and neck. It was Clarissa’s she reached out and touched me when she and Martin passed by on the way to the bedroom. She had lovingly brushed her hand across me, both letting me know where she was going, and consenting to my intentions with Iris.

I broke from my kiss long enough to see her looking back at me with a glowing smile on her face. She blew me a kiss in affirmation as they stepped into the house.

Iris stood in front of me. I feasted on her body with my eyes as she stood there in her flimsy summer dress. Her curvaceous figure was revealed by the thin form-fitting fabric that clung to her. There were rivulets of dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Her long hair framed her vibrant face.

She took me by the hands, guided me to my feet, and led me inside.

I looked back and saw Mikael and Elen reclined on a giant hammock.

Iris and I went into the bedroom and stripped our clothes off. For the second time that day, I was taken in by her naked body.

We stood beside the bed, our kissing increasing in intensity. Our tongues danced expertly in each other’s mouths.

I placed my hands behind her and leaned her back exposing her tanned neck and kissed it. I could smell her perfume mingled with the scent of her arousal. I was intoxicated by her.

She nudged me backward onto the bed and climbed on me. Leaning forward, she kissed me and reached behind her, and guided my cock into her wetness.

She pressed the head firmly against her opening, and with some pressure, it popped into her, giving her a surprise. She ground her hips back and forth slightly, adjusting to my cock. As she acclimated to the girth, she began to slide herself up and down its length.

She felt amazing. The wetness and slipperiness of my hard dick sliding in and out of her tight vagina were kindling a flame inside me.

Sensing the welling up in me, she placed her hands on my chest and dug her fingernails into my skin sending a shock of pleasurable pain through my nerve endings.

The feeling of her tight pussy gripping the head of my cock as she rocked back and forth almost sent me into orgasm.

She would trap the head of my dick in the opening of her vagina and grind down on it with the weight of her body quivering back and forth concentrating the pressure on my frenulum. The sensation was both slightly painful, and orgasmic at the same time.

She was a great lover.

She leaned forward, pressed her large soft breasts against my chest, bit my neck, and began to suck on the tender flesh with her lips. She was feasting on my body in its entirety.

Iris rose off me leaving me wanting to cum so badly I ached for it.

She lay down beside me, opened her legs, and motioned for me to join her on her back.

I rolled over and began to tenderly eat her pussy.

She grabbed the sheets with both hands and began to moan in time with each flick of my tongue. Her engorged clit responded to each stroke and swirling motion I made. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders and crossed her ankles trapping me.

I licked and pleasured her until she reached her first orgasm. As she reached the peak, she grabbed my long hair and pressed my face into her even harder, causing my cock to pulsate with excitement.

When she had ridden the waves of her orgasms to the end, she instructed me to lie back. She took my dick into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down and squeezed my balls with her hand.

She could sense I was nearing orgasm and buried my cock in her throat. I began to shoot cum into her several times, moaning loudly with each burst.

When I finished, she scooted beside me, rested her head on my arm, pressed her breasts against my side, and hooked one leg over mine. Her skin felt feverish against my side.

We lay intertwined for several minutes, and she grabbed my flaccid cock and began to stroke it. It was starting to slowly come back to life.

She sat up and leaned over, put my entire cock into her mouth, and sucked it back to life, while my fingers explored her wet folds. I caressed her and strummed my fingers back and forth in the opening of her slippery pussy. She was aroused and ready for more.

When it was completely hard she withdrew from my cock, and told me to fuck her from behind.

She edged herself to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. I stood on the floor and pushed my rigid dick into her waiting pussy.

It was tight going in, and the pressure was building as I pushed into her.

I pushed my dick in until I was balls deep. She gasped, and then whispered, “Fuck me hard!” then trailed off into something incoherent to my ears. She was speaking in Portuguese.

I pumped into her as a man possessed. The pace was quickening. I reached up and pulled her long dark hair, and she responded by moaning louder and louder.

“That’s it, that’s it, mmmm, e isso” she yelled out. “Your dick is so thick!”

I knew if Clarissa was anywhere in the house, she would hear us. The thought of her hearing Iris moan and yell, turned me on.

I could feel the adrenaline build in me. I knew I was about to cum again.

Iris started slamming back into my thrusting cock with each movement. I could feel her wetness increase as she was nearing climax as well.

Suddenly she started to scream out over and over, “Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhhh, ohhhhh”

I responded to the contractions and started shooting cum deep into her. I felt so fulfilled and relieved. I thrusted in and out until I was pumped dry. My lust had been sated, at least for the moment.

I pulled out of her and joined her on the bed. We lay side by side, and both reveled in the afterglow of the hot sex for several minutes.

Iris broke the silence. “You are staying the night.”

Mistaking it for a question, I responded by saying, “I will need to talk to Clarissa first.” not knowing at this point if I wanted to stay or not.

“No, I mean, you are staying the night. Elen, Clarissa, and I discussed it. You are staying all night.”

“Okay,” was all I could muster.

I smiled at the realization the night was not over.

To be continued…