Making our way back to shore, we collected our clothes and headed directly to the room. It was almost eight in the evening, and we still had to shower and dress to some extent. All the activity had us hungry in the classic sense.

“Hey, Tom, the shower is small; otherwise I would invite you in.”

“You could still invite me in; being close hasn’t been a problem today.”

But having the faucets stab either of us in the back could have been painful. It was not a good shower for shower sex. I guessed that the shower was designed to make sure that only solo acts were welcome and that even those required the person to remain standing at all times.

As a gentlemanly gesture, I let Laura shower first. As she came out, half dry with the towel, smelling that fresh wet smell with her breasts still beckoning me and her perfume lingering, my first thought was to take her immediately. Reflecting, I hesitated and went to the shower.

It was too small for two people, but I quickly soaped up myself. Fondling my genitalia as I soaped up, I wished that the shower were bigger. Washing my hair and rinsing off the lather, I stopped the water and stepped out of the shower. Drying off was quick but not without distraction. In the room, Laura had put on a sexy white thong, and her breasts were swaying as she slipped on a dress that had an open back, with a slit running up her leg.

“You know the plan was to go next door, Laura?” I asked, wondering what high-end restaurant she intended to visit.

“Just wanted to make sure that you didn’t get too relaxed during dinner,” she answered.

The Tipsy Tuna is certainly a great place on the beach and has excellent food, but it isn’t a five-star Michelin restaurant. Seeing Laura in that dress re-activated arousal in me, but I needed a rest after our first day.

“Don’t tell me that you disapprove of my choice,” she taunted me.

The plunging neckline in front and the open back and her outlined ass were enough to get me thinking about what to do next.

“Cover up, Tom. Seeing your cock like that makes me want dessert right away,” she teased as I was almost lobotomized, staring at her.

I quickly put on some dress shorts and a loose-fitting shirt with a discreet design.

“I like that, Tom. Your choice is to be lauded.”

“Your choice deserves more than just a simple compliment,” I replied.

Backing up my statement, I slowly slipped my hand into the deep-cut neckline and fondled Laura’s breast, holding her nipple between my fingers. The sensation was much more than I intended, with her breast hardening and breathing more labored as we kissed. Her face had reddened, and I knew that if I continued, I would be eating out, but not at the Tipsy Tuna.

We broke off, realizing that we would not stop if I hadn’t broken off our embrace.

“Let’s go now and have a nice beachside dinner in a tropical restaurant,” Laura stated with only a half-hearted conviction.

The proximity of the restaurant/bar made it easy to access before a rise in hormonal levels made it impossible. The restaurant lighting accented the colors, and music provided the ambience of a tropical bar from a thousand films. It wasn’t Carnival, so we avoided another cliché.

Laura wasn’t particularly fond of seafood, intimating that she had an allergic reaction. We decided on nachos as an entrée. She chose a pulled pork sandwich, and I ordered coconut curry shrimp tacos. It was a simple meal, but we were ready to attack with gusto.

Off to a quieter place with the sound of the gentle waves breaking, we had a discussion that was looming over us in this idyllic setting. We were alone here, but not for the whole trip. How would things proceed once we were joined by our spouses? Would they want to share the vacation or want us to be independent couples?

“Laura, what will he think and do when he arrives?” I queried.

“No idea. We have taken vacations with friends and family, but never in this type of situation. What about Kim?”

“We have only gone on vacation with our son or spent a few days on a road trip with other couples, but nothing close to this. I don’t know. She hasn’t shown a lot of interest in sex—at least not with me. But she is an amazing person, and I can’t imagine life without her.”

“Nor I without, Simon.”

“We need to talk with them and discuss what they want. I think that if either of them wants to bail on the shared vacation, then we go with that,” I suggested.

“My feeling also. We can continue to correspond and chat afterwards, but neither of us wants our spouse to feel uncomfortable,” Laura added.

That was one big thing we had addressed. The night was not that old, and we ordered drinks. Laura with a Mai Tai and me a Belizean Trash Can. The tropical drinks helped us relax as we waited for our food to arrive.

It was a night that we would remember for the cool breeze and relaxed charm. In the lower part of the restaurant, we were not alone, but that didn’t stop Laura from sliding off one of her sandals and moving her foot up my leg to rest on my responsive manhood.

She looked into my eyes and told me, “I am not too hungry, but I would like to play a little.”

Massaging my hard bulge, her soft foot and toes made sure that I wasn’t going to misunderstand her meaning. The little session halted when our food arrived. We were actually hungry and finished the nachos rapidly. The main meal arrived, and our activities had depleted our reserves of energy. We didn’t waste any of the tasty food and needed to take a break from eating. We still hadn’t finished our drinks, but we debated dessert.

“Would you like key lime pie or something else?” our waitress, a perky, slim, native Belizean with an attractive figure, asked.

“We will wait a little, thank you,” I responded.

“Can we go up on the roof with our drinks?” I added.

“Sure, you are welcome to go. I will keep your tab for the food and drinks open,” our waitress, whose name we found out was Rachel, answered.

I looked at Laura and asked if she would like Bailey’s on ice upstairs.

“Yes,” she responded.

“We would like two Bailey’s on ice upstairs, please. There is no rush; we still need to finish our drinks,” I requested.

“No problem. I have a few orders to take care of first, and then I’ll bring them up,” Rachel told us.

The night was clear with the stars sparkling and a wisp of moonlight. The lights on the upstairs terrace were not turned on because it was unoccupied when we arrived. It didn’t take long for us to warm up to the situation.

The colored chairs and folded parasols were all around the upstairs deck. We were content to be the only people on the upper deck. At the end of the day, the deck was packed; even though the sunset was not visible, the hues of the sky were incredible. Now it was dark, only illuminated by the lights from below.

“It wasn’t so nice to play with my cock before dinner,” I stated.

“I’m a good girl. I wouldn’t do anything mean,” Laura countered, feigning innocence.

“You are the best, and I want to show you that there are no ‘hard’ feelings,” I said mischievously.

“Okay, show me,” she invited, with a deep kiss and a hand feeling her through the dress.

Her nipples were erect and ready for me to demonstrate that I wasn’t bothered by her foot movement downstairs. She had a little inkling but didn’t know what to expect. We were sitting next to each other, and foot play would be awkward at best. She wasn’t expecting a little more daring display.

I continued kissing her, and a hand moved down to touch her sensitive area. Laura momentarily froze but then let herself relish the moment. I lifted her dress, and a hand applied a feathery touch to the inside of her thigh.

“Mmm…that’s not your foot, Tom. Your touch has me wondering what you are going to do to show your appreciation of my little show that I put on for you downstairs."

My hand moved to pull her thong to the side and run my middle finger up and down her slit, picking up some of her sauce. Laura moaned into my mouth, giving me a signal that she was loving the attention. I pulled my finger up to my mouth and sucked on it, tasting her and watching her eyes open wide with a desire that I felt all over my body.

The floor on the upper deck was a little rough but worth going to my knees. Laura didn’t tell me to stop as I nibbled on the inside of her thighs, giving her petite kisses as my mouth edged closer to her center. Sliding a little forward and opening her legs, her musky odor filled me with anticipation. I wanted to arouse her with the intention of taking away all her inhibitions.

“Tom, don’t stop. I want you to eat me,” she managed to groan.

I had a finger still running up and down her slit. Then I made a ‘v’ with my middle and index fingers and moved that ‘v’ to cover the outside of her slit. Moving those fingers together, I could sense her shiver as I pushed both sides together. Laura was writhing in the chair, and her dress was now over my head as I methodically and sensually made my way to her pussy.

My middle finger found her love tunnel, and I sucked the finger and the two adjacent ones to lubricate them.

Laura was raising her ass off the chair now and holding my head.

She didn’t scream or yell but was insistent. "Suck on my clit, Tom. Lick it. I want to cum for you.”

Her clit was hard, and her pussy was flowing to make sucking and fingering her easy. I flicked my tongue in her labia, and my fingers pressed on her G spot. Her juice coated my face as I put my mouth on her and sucked while flicking my tongue on her love button.

“Oh fuck. I love that. Suck my clit. Oh, I am going to…,” and suddenly Laura stopped.

I became aware of the presence of someone else. Oh no. What had I done?

“Hello Rachel. Thank you for bringing our Bailey’s up here,” Laura said, slipping into a normal tone from her “fuck me now’ tone.

I stayed in my place and let Laura and Rachel have a conversation.

“So sorry, Rachel. The scene is just so wonderful; we got carried away,” Laura confessed.

“Don’t worry, Laura. You aren’t the first one up here at night to do this. During the day is trickier. Just don’t make too much noise.”

“Thanks, Rachel. I guess we should leave you a big tip,” Laura answered.

“Looks like you have a big tip to deal with already,” Rachel retorted.

“I’ll deal with him later, Rachel. He will lose that big tip soon enough,” Laura said as they both chuckled.

“Hey Laura, please don’t think this is too forward, but if you two ever want to have the company of a local woman, don’t hesitate to call or come here to contact me. Your partner has me intrigued,” Rachel proposed. Laura handed her phone to Rachel and added her number to Laura’s contacts.

“I don’t know about Tom, but I certainly could be interested,” Laura continued to Rachel.

In that situation, with me on my knees between Laura’s legs, I felt like nobody thought I was there. Was I invisible?

I made some sounds like MmmHmm to show my interest, but still no response to me under Laura’s dress with a clit full in my mouth.

“Well, you mentioned you were here for the week, so we should be able to have some time to get to know each other better,” Rachel said, still not acknowledging my presence.

“Sounds great,” Laura answered.

My frustration with being ignored was at a breaking point.

Before embarrassing myself, Rachel addressed me,"Tom, you better stay hungry, because I want you to show me what you are doing there when we meet up again.” She laughed, kissing me on the head through Laura’s dress, and was back downstairs.

Laura was still wet, and her pearl had not softened, so I kept sucking.

“Finish me, Tom. Make me gush for you,” she continued.

Her cunt muscles squeezed my fingers tightly. I pumped them in and out.

Laura started to shake almost like a seizure, and she was close to release. Lifting her dress up and at the same time I had a finger wet from her and pushed it into her little back hole.

“Oh, my fucking cunt!” she exclaimed.

Her shivering continued as she started her little waterfall. My mouth opened wide and let go of her clit as she pulsed her cum on me. I was covered and swallowed as much as possible. Her shaking continued, and as she calmed, the area had a little puddle where the overflow collected.

“So good, Tom. That was something I haven’t had for a while.”

“That was fun, Laura. You had me hard just eating you and hearing your passion.”

I stood up and felt that my shirt was wet around the collar. I wanted to sit down for a little while, and the ice in the Bailey’s had melted a little. We still had to finish and then go down and pay.

Now was the time to stretch out a little and calm down. It was going to be embarrassing as hell to go down and pay.

“How are you, Laura?”

“I’m still fucking horny, Tom, even after that tongue bath you gave me that had me squirt a liter of cunt sauce all over. Let’s take a few minutes, drink our Bailey's, and go back to the room.”

The effect of having Laura in such a state was something that I didn’t want to go away. We took a few minutes to finish the Bailey’s and then made sure we looked relatively presentable to pay and go back to our room.

Rachel was waiting for us when we came down the staircase.

“Hope you had a nice dinner and enjoyed watching the sea from up there,” she said with a wink.

“It was fantastic, and we will probably be back at least a few times,” I told her.

In a low volume, Rachel continued, “I am looking forward to seeing ‘more’ of you soon.”

She let us leave with a wink and said, "Have a good evening." We headed to our room in a brisk walk, almost a run. Opening the door, Laura was intent on completing what we had started.

As soon as she shut the door, her hands were on my shirt buttons with a ferocity that made me think she would tear my shirt. Once she had my shirt unbuttoned and off, I lifted her dress over her head. Miraculously, the dress was spared the possible stains from her ejaculation.

Pulling Laura close, I kissed her, and my tongue probed hers as we groped each other. Her breasts and nipples were hard with her ardor. She was breathing hard like a champion athlete.

Her breasts heaved as she dropped to her knees and unbuttoned my shorts.

“Take those fucking shorts off. I’m going to go crazy for your dick!” she cried.

I slid the shorts down and felt her hands grab my rod through my boxers.

“Get those off too. I want you naked,” she ordered.

That was quickly accomplished, and she took my semi-rigid cock and licked the head.

“Mmm...the precum is tasty. Give me more meat, Tom.”

Sucking on the head and licking the frenulum, she had me extending to near full length quickly. Laura pumped and sucked up and down. I had my eyes closed as she paused.

“Look at me, into my eyes. You are going to find it hard to get someone to suck your shaft like me.”

My eyes locked with hers, and I could not remember an erotic moment that was also so loving and tender.

My member was twitching with her every touch and the tongue that tickled my frenulum. I was approaching climax but wasn’t sure what to do. After only a day together, I found it hard to hold back. Laura tasted the precum become more copious and decided that she would not stop me.

“Give me your cream, Tom. Don’t hold back. I love swallowing your load.”

I hesitated, but with that, she put a finger into my pucker, and I began to fill her mouth with my man milk. My hardened shaft pulsed, and she felt the recoil of five ejaculations that she contained. I felt her swallow, but she didn’t let up and stroked and sucked my cock. One of her hands pressed on the base of my penis, just before my perineum. She explained later that trapped blood in my shaft.

“Mmm…nothing better than tasting a lover’s cum. It shows you’re willing to give me all of you. Now we’re going to fuck.”

Now it was my turn to be hyperactive. I took her and turned her over, pulling her thong down. Her feet were on the floor and the front of her torso on the bed. She still reached back and kept me hard. Her pussy was saturated, and my fattened cock entered her. Laura maintained my erection until I knew it was not going anywhere except into her.

I pulled her hair and bent over her. Breathing into her ear and a hand playing with her breasts, she was squirming.

“I’m going to give you another load, Laura.”

Letting go of her hair, a hand moved down and rubbed her clit hard, and now she was begging, “Cum in me. I want your cum, Tom.”

I was not going to cum immediately, but I wanted to have her cum again. I pulled her up, and I sat on the edge of the bed. We shared a kiss, and she knelt with me between her legs, slipping down on my shaft. The taste of my milk was on her tongue. She pulled up and rubbed against my abdomen. She moved up and down on my cock while I held her and her pussy clenched on my rod.

We kissed and shared our tongues, lapping at each other. My erection was firm, and she knew we were both getting close. Her up-and-down motions, along with my lifting to bury my cock deep in Laura.

“Close, Tom. Give it all to me. I want to feel it in my cunt.”

The sloshing from Laura permeated the room. Her wetness and my cock were making noises that stimulated us.

“Squirt with me, Laura! I want to feel your cyprine all over me.”

I grabbed her ass, pulling her down on me, and shoved a finger in her ass as we kissed.

Increasing her motion, a torrent of her nectar covered me, and my own cream shot to fill her. We continued the motions, and my milk with her juices began to leak out around and down my legs. We kissed and fondled each other as we were giving our orgasms time to calm. Our shaking subsided, and we fell back on the bed, kissing. Our beings were welded for the moment.

Sliding out slowly, I kissed down to clean up Laura’s lovely pussy, mixed with our erotic taste.

“You are so good, Laura,” I told her, reaming her cunt filled with my semen and her juice.

“Sixty-nine with me, Tom. I don’t want you to have all the fun.”

I turned around, and Laura took my deflated cock in her mouth.

“Tasty, Tom. We make a nice snack or meal.”

Sucking on my balls, we both knew we were near the end of the day. We took quick showers and cuddled in bed, holding one another and drifting off to sleep. The feeling of oxytocin-induced connection covered our bodies.

Tomorrow we would have another day to explore Belize. Our initial idea was a chocolate plantation. Tomorrow we would have another day to explore Belize. Our initial idea was a chocolate plantation. We thought that maybe Rachel, our newfound friend, would have a recommendation, and the trip already sounded sweet.up,