My mind was filled with new fantasies. Jenny wanted to try something new. Our sex life has always been somewhat adventurous. We started screwing when I was not available. And since we’ve been married we have had sex nearly anywhere we wanted, especially when the mood struck.
“Do you want to suck someone’s pussy while I fuck you like this?” she asked me grinning. She was riding me hard, my cock deep inside of her. I couldn’t wait to explode inside of her. I sat up and took one of her large nipples into my mouth, I sucked hard and she moaned loudly. “Oh fuck yeah, I want two mouths on me… sucking BOTH of my nipples at once!”
She pushed me back down flat on the bed, and dug her nails into me. Her head flung up, her eyes closed, she bit her lip and then it happened. She moaned loudly, and screamed, “Oh fuck!” bit her lip again and then the orgasm hit. I grabbed her ass and thrust deep into her, hard, and let it go. I came hard inside of her, filling her up and it only made her scream louder, “Yeah baby, fill me up, I love feeling your cum!!!”
She collapsed on me, and we laid there catching our breath. She kissed my chest softly and the smell of sex filled our bedroom. I wanted badly to taste her pussy and her head popped up. She smiled at me, bit her lip and kissed me. I knew she was avoiding saying something so I asked, “what?!?”
She smiled again, and said, “I’m serious, I want to bring someone else into our bedroom. I don’t know that I want you to fuck her, but I want you to do things to both of us, and maybe have you both do things to me…”
I asked, “You have someone in mind already?” I wasn’t exactly concerned, but I was definitely curious…
“No, sweetie, I want to pick someone together, and maybe see what it’s like. Preferably a stranger… and I dunno, maybe you could fuck her, but only if you’re covered…”
We chatted only briefly, and before we knew it was I between her legs, tasting our cum mixed together. As I sucked on her lips, and she grasped my head ordering, “harder, suck harder!” my mind began to race with what type of woman I want to bring to our bed…
I slid back up, and let her taste us on my lips as my cock split her open again. Too bad she already met Carolyn, but she doesn’t know Michelle. I bet she’d be willing to help us out…
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Offer?
“It’s Jenny!” came the voice from the office next door. I knew who it was, but my assistant was eager to answer the phone and talk to her for some reason.
“You free for the afternoon?” the voice on the other end asked.
“Unfortunately I have a conference call, but I can do lunch. It’ll at least be nice to see you in person.” Jenny had taken her old job back in LA with the caveat that she could work from home a majority of the time but travel back when duty called. She’s been on a huge project, and so she’s been gone more lately, days at a time.
My Blackberry went off with a text, “Got an outside table.”
I honestly forget sometimes how attracted I am to Jenny. She is the type of woman I absolutely crave. Well there are two types, the young sultry type and the curvaceous type. Granted Jenny is two-and-a-half years younger than me, but she is very curvaceous. Her ass is the right kind of nice, and her tits are plenty to keep me busy. Although I normally dig the brunettes, Jenny’s hair is just the type of dirty blonde to get me going. And on the occasions she has darkened her hair and on Halloween when she dressed with a dark curly wig. Let’s just say I was insatiable.
When she got dressed in the morning she knew exactly what she was after too. We had had a decent round of phone sex last night in preparation of her arrival back home today. The tank top she was wearing showed off the cleavage I love and her jeans were nice and tight and the tattoo on her foot was clearly visible.
She didn’t even get up to hug me, she just flashed me a smile and threw me a quick kiss. She knows how to drive me crazy. We spend some time catching up, enjoying the cool breeze in the shade. Our meal ordered we cannot keep our eyes off of each other. Her fingers glide across my knee with just a gentle touch. Amazingly we have both ignored E-mails that have sailed into our Blackberries.
A familiar voice calls out my name, “AJ, is that you? Holy crap it’s been a long time!” This happens way too often because the business I work in I meet a LOT of people. But Jenny is also well aware of my past, and I’m sure sizing her up she figured we’d fucked in the past. And she’d have guessed right, only this girl was one of my craziest nights. I didn’t so much have a threesome with her as I fucked her and then fucked her sister… In the same night, in the same room… while they alternately watched.
Needless to say the image of Carolyn and her sister flashed through my mind and now I wanted nothing more than to get home to Jenny and make up for lost time. I introduced them and Carolyn moved on out of the restaurant. With this on my mind I wanted nothing more than to suck a nipple right then and there.
Our meal complete Jenny asked, with her hand rubbing my thigh, “Are you sure you can’t skip the conference call?” Unfortunately I could not; it was with my boss and a potential client with deep pockets. Jenny was checking the bill so I pulled out my Blackberry. Ten E-mails I zoned straight into the one from my boss. It was actually a PIN so it was red, “Call was cancelled, rescheduled for tomorrow same time. I’m sick and going home.”
That was all we needed. I called my admin on my way home to tell her to turn off the lights, I had more important things to handle…
We banged into the fridge and giggled as Jenny rubbed the back of her head. We were a little bit too eager evidently. We nearly tripped over a box or two on our way to the couch as well. We’re getting to move soon. She pushed me onto the couch and pulled her tank top over her head then straddled me, our lips devoured each other, her tongue exploring my mouth.
I fumbled with her bra and slipped it off. I had been anticipating her nipples all day, large and dark she loves when I suck and bite them. Her hands were on the back of my head and she was moaning, my hands roaming all over her back, she pulled my head away from her tits and kissed me hard again. She started grinding against me, and I knew we had a long night ahead of us.
When she’s been gone this long, I know we’ll fuck hard and then take each other’s time exploring and reacquainting our bodies. She bit my lip and then I went back to her nipples. Still grinding against me she asked, “Are you thinking of Carolyn?” Even though she had slipped into my mind, I knew what Jenny wanted to hear…
“Maybe,” I muttered between licks and sucks. I knew she loved it when we had dirty talk, when I told her about past experiences. She is very comfortable in our relationship and not jealous at all.
“Would you ever want to invite another woman into our bed?” I looked up at her and our eyes locked, I knew she wanted to fuck and she was only making me want her more, “Sure I would, whatever would please you…” She cut me off with a deep kiss, her tongue hard into my mouth, she bit my bottom lip again and then said, “I’m serious… we should have some fun with someone else…
She kissed me again, and I didn’t know what to say next…
“You free for the afternoon?” the voice on the other end asked.
“Unfortunately I have a conference call, but I can do lunch. It’ll at least be nice to see you in person.” Jenny had taken her old job back in LA with the caveat that she could work from home a majority of the time but travel back when duty called. She’s been on a huge project, and so she’s been gone more lately, days at a time.
My Blackberry went off with a text, “Got an outside table.”
I honestly forget sometimes how attracted I am to Jenny. She is the type of woman I absolutely crave. Well there are two types, the young sultry type and the curvaceous type. Granted Jenny is two-and-a-half years younger than me, but she is very curvaceous. Her ass is the right kind of nice, and her tits are plenty to keep me busy. Although I normally dig the brunettes, Jenny’s hair is just the type of dirty blonde to get me going. And on the occasions she has darkened her hair and on Halloween when she dressed with a dark curly wig. Let’s just say I was insatiable.
When she got dressed in the morning she knew exactly what she was after too. We had had a decent round of phone sex last night in preparation of her arrival back home today. The tank top she was wearing showed off the cleavage I love and her jeans were nice and tight and the tattoo on her foot was clearly visible.
She didn’t even get up to hug me, she just flashed me a smile and threw me a quick kiss. She knows how to drive me crazy. We spend some time catching up, enjoying the cool breeze in the shade. Our meal ordered we cannot keep our eyes off of each other. Her fingers glide across my knee with just a gentle touch. Amazingly we have both ignored E-mails that have sailed into our Blackberries.
A familiar voice calls out my name, “AJ, is that you? Holy crap it’s been a long time!” This happens way too often because the business I work in I meet a LOT of people. But Jenny is also well aware of my past, and I’m sure sizing her up she figured we’d fucked in the past. And she’d have guessed right, only this girl was one of my craziest nights. I didn’t so much have a threesome with her as I fucked her and then fucked her sister… In the same night, in the same room… while they alternately watched.
Needless to say the image of Carolyn and her sister flashed through my mind and now I wanted nothing more than to get home to Jenny and make up for lost time. I introduced them and Carolyn moved on out of the restaurant. With this on my mind I wanted nothing more than to suck a nipple right then and there.
Our meal complete Jenny asked, with her hand rubbing my thigh, “Are you sure you can’t skip the conference call?” Unfortunately I could not; it was with my boss and a potential client with deep pockets. Jenny was checking the bill so I pulled out my Blackberry. Ten E-mails I zoned straight into the one from my boss. It was actually a PIN so it was red, “Call was cancelled, rescheduled for tomorrow same time. I’m sick and going home.”
That was all we needed. I called my admin on my way home to tell her to turn off the lights, I had more important things to handle…
We banged into the fridge and giggled as Jenny rubbed the back of her head. We were a little bit too eager evidently. We nearly tripped over a box or two on our way to the couch as well. We’re getting to move soon. She pushed me onto the couch and pulled her tank top over her head then straddled me, our lips devoured each other, her tongue exploring my mouth.
I fumbled with her bra and slipped it off. I had been anticipating her nipples all day, large and dark she loves when I suck and bite them. Her hands were on the back of my head and she was moaning, my hands roaming all over her back, she pulled my head away from her tits and kissed me hard again. She started grinding against me, and I knew we had a long night ahead of us.
When she’s been gone this long, I know we’ll fuck hard and then take each other’s time exploring and reacquainting our bodies. She bit my lip and then I went back to her nipples. Still grinding against me she asked, “Are you thinking of Carolyn?” Even though she had slipped into my mind, I knew what Jenny wanted to hear…
“Maybe,” I muttered between licks and sucks. I knew she loved it when we had dirty talk, when I told her about past experiences. She is very comfortable in our relationship and not jealous at all.
“Would you ever want to invite another woman into our bed?” I looked up at her and our eyes locked, I knew she wanted to fuck and she was only making me want her more, “Sure I would, whatever would please you…” She cut me off with a deep kiss, her tongue hard into my mouth, she bit my bottom lip again and then said, “I’m serious… we should have some fun with someone else…
She kissed me again, and I didn’t know what to say next…
Monday, June 29, 2009
Reflections
My wife Jenny is a beautiful woman, inside and out. We have known each other for ages, and has been my on –again-off-again lover for quite a while. She was even my forbidden love at one time. Distance set us apart, and she was the only woman I would have ever (and nearly did) cheat on my ex wife with.
She very nearly kept me from marrying my first wife, our forbidden love was about to be revealed when instead she took a job on the west coast. I was hurt, distraught and dismayed. She had explained it was for the best, what we had was imaginary, and was lust at best. I now know she simply could not break up what she believed was a good thing, so instead of face up, she broke my heart and moved away.
On her visits back to town we would often meet up for lunch or dinner, and on several occasions came very close to making my wedding vows. But we stopped short of anything each time, ending each night, sometimes LATE nights, with a simple hug. It was horrible.
Unfortunately I married my first wife for all of the wrong reasons. I was basically her safety blanket, the man she turned to when her first marriage failed, on the honeymoon no less. In short order she was living with me, and we were screwing like there was no tomorrow. She felt safe in my arms and I felt content in hers. We married only six months after her divorce was final.
Kendra and I were a lot alike. However, she clung to the first man that made her feel safe and I felt I couldn’t let her go into the real world alone. My family loved her and she loved them in return. Having come from a dysfunctional home, she felt like she had a family for the first time in her life. When Jenny walked out of my life, I turned to Kendra, and soon I was madly in love. Only in those brief moments when Jenny walked back into my life did I ever doubt my marriage.
Somewhere along the line Kendra changed. When she left I was beside myself. I didn’t understand how ill she really was, and when it finally dawned on me, I realized we had married for all of the wrong reasons. I realized it was best if she found herself, and grew up, grew into her own being. Our divorce was probably the strangest one ever handled by my attorney. An old friend, she is a cutthroat attorney, and was surprised at how Kendra wanted only the clothes she owned, the rest she wanted me to keep. It was crazy indeed, but Kendra was finding a fresh start.
And me? Well I discovered an old addiction. Before Kendra I lived for the thrill of the hunt, getting a taste of every wet pussy offered to me. Young and middle aged, experienced and inexperienced, beautiful and plain, I had no discriminating tastes. I simply wanted to fuck, and enjoy the fuck, and as soon as there was an attachment I did something to screw it all up. Kendra was the first one I didn’t do that to. Kendra was the first one I didn’t mind going to bed with each night. And I always felt Jenny was the same way.
When Jenny learned I was divorced she contacted me. She told me she still had feelings for me. And she came to visit for a week. She visited only me. And we once again spent several long nights in each other’s arms. It was just like the first time…
As a matter of fact the first time I saw her naked was during a drunken strip poker game. As with most games, we ended up naked anyway, just playing poker; however, Jenny was nervous about her body, was uncomfortable in her nudity. I ensured her I thought she was beautiful, and that I enjoyed seeing her naked. Later that night she pointed out a book that she thought was interesting. For some reason or another we ended up on the floor, she leaning against me, as we flipped through the pictures and stories in the book. My lips close to her ear pointing out an interesting story she turned and kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss, and then she went back to the book as if nothing had happened. But something clearly happened in my pants.
A few moments later we kissed again and slid to the hard floor. I suggested we move to my bed, and that was where we made out until we heard the birds chirping. It was several nights later, when we stripped each other naked and I took in her body once more. We fucked, missionary style, hard, fast, strong, clumsily, as if neither of us had experienced sex before. When it was over I rolled off of her, and slid the condom off. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. We lay there motionless taking it all in for quite a while.
She kissed my neck, and our lips met again. She slipped her fingers around my cock and after a lot of encouragement, and kissing, and petting, I was hard again. This time, instead of her nails scratching my back and digging into my ass, and instead of moans and screams of passion, she slid on top of me, guided my cock into her wet pussy, put her hands on my chest and we made love.
Our eyes locked in a trance; she slowly, smoothly made love to me. She whispered that she wanted to feel my cum in her, and we slowly made love for what seemed like hours. Our eyes only broke contact when I slid my hand up to her ass cheeks and thrusted hard into her and came even harder. Her body quaked against mine as she clenched around my cock, and then she collapsed onto me. We laid there for a long time, and faded into sleep.
We made love like that again quite a few years later on our wedding day. This time the doors to our balcony were open as we listened to the evening rain fall and the waves hit the beach. We made love, slow, and long, a love requited at long last.
She had come back specifically for me, having left her job. It took only several months before we decided we would sneak off to Jamaica for a private destination wedding. When we returned her old boss called her. They wanted her back, and were willing to let her work from home if she agreed to come out to the office at least one week a month.
Her travel schedule is even more hectic now, but we love each other deeply…
But I wonder. If we are so madly in love, why did I cheat on her? And I’m not sure what worries me more; that I cheated on her, or that after I cheated on her I only wanted to make love to her more?
She very nearly kept me from marrying my first wife, our forbidden love was about to be revealed when instead she took a job on the west coast. I was hurt, distraught and dismayed. She had explained it was for the best, what we had was imaginary, and was lust at best. I now know she simply could not break up what she believed was a good thing, so instead of face up, she broke my heart and moved away.
On her visits back to town we would often meet up for lunch or dinner, and on several occasions came very close to making my wedding vows. But we stopped short of anything each time, ending each night, sometimes LATE nights, with a simple hug. It was horrible.
Unfortunately I married my first wife for all of the wrong reasons. I was basically her safety blanket, the man she turned to when her first marriage failed, on the honeymoon no less. In short order she was living with me, and we were screwing like there was no tomorrow. She felt safe in my arms and I felt content in hers. We married only six months after her divorce was final.
Kendra and I were a lot alike. However, she clung to the first man that made her feel safe and I felt I couldn’t let her go into the real world alone. My family loved her and she loved them in return. Having come from a dysfunctional home, she felt like she had a family for the first time in her life. When Jenny walked out of my life, I turned to Kendra, and soon I was madly in love. Only in those brief moments when Jenny walked back into my life did I ever doubt my marriage.
Somewhere along the line Kendra changed. When she left I was beside myself. I didn’t understand how ill she really was, and when it finally dawned on me, I realized we had married for all of the wrong reasons. I realized it was best if she found herself, and grew up, grew into her own being. Our divorce was probably the strangest one ever handled by my attorney. An old friend, she is a cutthroat attorney, and was surprised at how Kendra wanted only the clothes she owned, the rest she wanted me to keep. It was crazy indeed, but Kendra was finding a fresh start.
And me? Well I discovered an old addiction. Before Kendra I lived for the thrill of the hunt, getting a taste of every wet pussy offered to me. Young and middle aged, experienced and inexperienced, beautiful and plain, I had no discriminating tastes. I simply wanted to fuck, and enjoy the fuck, and as soon as there was an attachment I did something to screw it all up. Kendra was the first one I didn’t do that to. Kendra was the first one I didn’t mind going to bed with each night. And I always felt Jenny was the same way.
When Jenny learned I was divorced she contacted me. She told me she still had feelings for me. And she came to visit for a week. She visited only me. And we once again spent several long nights in each other’s arms. It was just like the first time…
As a matter of fact the first time I saw her naked was during a drunken strip poker game. As with most games, we ended up naked anyway, just playing poker; however, Jenny was nervous about her body, was uncomfortable in her nudity. I ensured her I thought she was beautiful, and that I enjoyed seeing her naked. Later that night she pointed out a book that she thought was interesting. For some reason or another we ended up on the floor, she leaning against me, as we flipped through the pictures and stories in the book. My lips close to her ear pointing out an interesting story she turned and kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss, and then she went back to the book as if nothing had happened. But something clearly happened in my pants.
A few moments later we kissed again and slid to the hard floor. I suggested we move to my bed, and that was where we made out until we heard the birds chirping. It was several nights later, when we stripped each other naked and I took in her body once more. We fucked, missionary style, hard, fast, strong, clumsily, as if neither of us had experienced sex before. When it was over I rolled off of her, and slid the condom off. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. We lay there motionless taking it all in for quite a while.
She kissed my neck, and our lips met again. She slipped her fingers around my cock and after a lot of encouragement, and kissing, and petting, I was hard again. This time, instead of her nails scratching my back and digging into my ass, and instead of moans and screams of passion, she slid on top of me, guided my cock into her wet pussy, put her hands on my chest and we made love.
Our eyes locked in a trance; she slowly, smoothly made love to me. She whispered that she wanted to feel my cum in her, and we slowly made love for what seemed like hours. Our eyes only broke contact when I slid my hand up to her ass cheeks and thrusted hard into her and came even harder. Her body quaked against mine as she clenched around my cock, and then she collapsed onto me. We laid there for a long time, and faded into sleep.
We made love like that again quite a few years later on our wedding day. This time the doors to our balcony were open as we listened to the evening rain fall and the waves hit the beach. We made love, slow, and long, a love requited at long last.
She had come back specifically for me, having left her job. It took only several months before we decided we would sneak off to Jamaica for a private destination wedding. When we returned her old boss called her. They wanted her back, and were willing to let her work from home if she agreed to come out to the office at least one week a month.
Her travel schedule is even more hectic now, but we love each other deeply…
But I wonder. If we are so madly in love, why did I cheat on her? And I’m not sure what worries me more; that I cheated on her, or that after I cheated on her I only wanted to make love to her more?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
A Familiar Road...
The building my offices are in is small. I walk out of the back door of my office and head to the bathroom. After relieving myself I notice that I can still smell her on my fingers. I hate to wash it away, but I decide it is best should anyone stop in for a surprise visit.
I spread soap around my lips as well and splash water on my face. In an instant she is gone, but knowing other parts of me still carry her scent makes my cock flinch. I take one last look in the mirror, and make sure I’m all put together. As I walk back into my office I’m disappointed to realize I am again alone.
As I head back to the front door of our office suite to unlock it my phone vibrates. A call from Jenny brings me back to the present, a flash of guilt flushes over me as I press the answer button and put the phone up to my ear. “I’m really sorry sweetheart, but I won’t be getting out of here until tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I’m really sorry; I know I’m running late again…”
I reassure her it is OK, her travel schedule is hectic, I know this. Her travel schedule is what led me down a familiar path. A quick “I love you” later and my fingers shake, my cock twitches as I scroll through the numbers.
“Ashley, why don’t you come back and stay at my place tonight. I’m free after all!” She giggles with anticipation, and now I can’t leave this place fast enough.
This is a dangerous, but familiar road. But sometimes, I just can’t help myself…
I spread soap around my lips as well and splash water on my face. In an instant she is gone, but knowing other parts of me still carry her scent makes my cock flinch. I take one last look in the mirror, and make sure I’m all put together. As I walk back into my office I’m disappointed to realize I am again alone.
As I head back to the front door of our office suite to unlock it my phone vibrates. A call from Jenny brings me back to the present, a flash of guilt flushes over me as I press the answer button and put the phone up to my ear. “I’m really sorry sweetheart, but I won’t be getting out of here until tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I’m really sorry; I know I’m running late again…”
I reassure her it is OK, her travel schedule is hectic, I know this. Her travel schedule is what led me down a familiar path. A quick “I love you” later and my fingers shake, my cock twitches as I scroll through the numbers.
“Ashley, why don’t you come back and stay at my place tonight. I’m free after all!” She giggles with anticipation, and now I can’t leave this place fast enough.
This is a dangerous, but familiar road. But sometimes, I just can’t help myself…
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The Leap
There was a cool breeze that blew in off the water, and I actually got goose bumps as a trickle of sweat ran down my back. Although it wasn’t exactly bright the sun had been directly in my eyes, but the music began to play and so I removed my sunglasses and slid them into my jacket pocket. I realized now that quite a few strangers were laying witness to this event, and I smiled sheepishly.
The day had started off wonderfully. When we had gone to bed the night before we left the doors to the balcony open so we could hear the crashing of the waves against the beach, but before the sun was up I had to close the doors, the room had become too humid. We had been exhausted from more than 13 hours of travel so our first night was a short one.
When we woke up we showered and threw on our swimming suits and headed to the breakfast buffet. The morning was beautiful, a bit less humid there was a nice breeze in the air. When we were done with breakfast we grabbed towels and set up near the pool.
People watching is a favorite pastime of mine and so we gawked poolside for a while. We noted the varying ranges of age of the people at the resort, and commented on mismatched couples, and pointed out the couples that were obviously on honeymoons. They were lost in the whirlwind of a Saturday wedding and a honeymoon that started on Sunday. In a fantasy land of delight their jobs, their families and the loads of packages were hundreds if not thousands of miles away from them.
Jennifer checked her watch, “It’s almost time for my appointment, I’ll see you in a bit?” Although it came across as a question, she had no doubts she was going to see me again in a few hours. As she wondered off I pulled out my book and buried my nose. The time flew by and before I knew it, it was time for me to go find Izzy.
I was in the next room buttoning my shirt, “It doesn’t bother you if I call you Izzy does it?” He laughed in return and when he spoke his accent was barely noticeable, “No, man, you can call me Izzy…” Stepping into the larger room Izzy smiled and said simply, “You look great, ya mon!”
Back on the beach I was barely cognizant of the water lapping against the beach behind me. I was standing between two practical strangers facing a group of strangers, and another stranger in a summery dress with a broad smile was walking towards me. But soon none of it mattered because my eyes met with Jennifer’s.
She looked beautiful in the white dress, and suddenly it was only the two of us on that beach. There were no hotel staff members acting as witnesses, there were no strangers, there was only the two of us. I admired her again and smirked as I recalled telling her how well the dress accentuated her curves and increased her bust line. She returned the smirk as if she could read my mind.
As quick as it all started it was over, rings were on our fingers, vowed were exchanged and quite a few strangers (gawkers really) were applauding us as we kissed. We went about and had our pictures taken, getting congratulated from various strangers sunning themselves.
I glanced at my watch, “Well I guess most everyone probably knows by now eh?” I noted. We had sent out invitations to our “reception” which would take place after we got home. Aside from a few family members our wedding was a complete surprise for everyone. Although our mothers were happy for us they were in agreement in the displeasure that we weren’t getting married in a church.
To satisfy them both (and their need for a Catholic wedding) we had a small ceremony in front of a priest before we left so that we were OK with God (thank God for Annulments!). But we still wanted a wedding on the beach.
Afterwards we did was newlyweds are supposed to do. We went back to our hotel room, stripped and spent the afternoon naked in bed. And then we enjoyed the rest of our vacation at the resort.
We came back home on Sunday to too many e-mails and voicemails to count. So many surprised but happy people. But judging from her message no one was more surprised than my ex-wife…
The day had started off wonderfully. When we had gone to bed the night before we left the doors to the balcony open so we could hear the crashing of the waves against the beach, but before the sun was up I had to close the doors, the room had become too humid. We had been exhausted from more than 13 hours of travel so our first night was a short one.
When we woke up we showered and threw on our swimming suits and headed to the breakfast buffet. The morning was beautiful, a bit less humid there was a nice breeze in the air. When we were done with breakfast we grabbed towels and set up near the pool.
People watching is a favorite pastime of mine and so we gawked poolside for a while. We noted the varying ranges of age of the people at the resort, and commented on mismatched couples, and pointed out the couples that were obviously on honeymoons. They were lost in the whirlwind of a Saturday wedding and a honeymoon that started on Sunday. In a fantasy land of delight their jobs, their families and the loads of packages were hundreds if not thousands of miles away from them.
Jennifer checked her watch, “It’s almost time for my appointment, I’ll see you in a bit?” Although it came across as a question, she had no doubts she was going to see me again in a few hours. As she wondered off I pulled out my book and buried my nose. The time flew by and before I knew it, it was time for me to go find Izzy.
I was in the next room buttoning my shirt, “It doesn’t bother you if I call you Izzy does it?” He laughed in return and when he spoke his accent was barely noticeable, “No, man, you can call me Izzy…” Stepping into the larger room Izzy smiled and said simply, “You look great, ya mon!”
Back on the beach I was barely cognizant of the water lapping against the beach behind me. I was standing between two practical strangers facing a group of strangers, and another stranger in a summery dress with a broad smile was walking towards me. But soon none of it mattered because my eyes met with Jennifer’s.
She looked beautiful in the white dress, and suddenly it was only the two of us on that beach. There were no hotel staff members acting as witnesses, there were no strangers, there was only the two of us. I admired her again and smirked as I recalled telling her how well the dress accentuated her curves and increased her bust line. She returned the smirk as if she could read my mind.
As quick as it all started it was over, rings were on our fingers, vowed were exchanged and quite a few strangers (gawkers really) were applauding us as we kissed. We went about and had our pictures taken, getting congratulated from various strangers sunning themselves.
I glanced at my watch, “Well I guess most everyone probably knows by now eh?” I noted. We had sent out invitations to our “reception” which would take place after we got home. Aside from a few family members our wedding was a complete surprise for everyone. Although our mothers were happy for us they were in agreement in the displeasure that we weren’t getting married in a church.
To satisfy them both (and their need for a Catholic wedding) we had a small ceremony in front of a priest before we left so that we were OK with God (thank God for Annulments!). But we still wanted a wedding on the beach.
Afterwards we did was newlyweds are supposed to do. We went back to our hotel room, stripped and spent the afternoon naked in bed. And then we enjoyed the rest of our vacation at the resort.
We came back home on Sunday to too many e-mails and voicemails to count. So many surprised but happy people. But judging from her message no one was more surprised than my ex-wife…
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