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The third day of their luxury break on the Caribbean island of St. Kitts dawned hot and bright. Once again, her husband was nowhere to be found.
Lisa stretched her slim, naked body under the sheet. Her skin was already sun-kissed from their first few days and her tan looked even darker against the white cotton. Above the bed, a wooden paddle fan spun a gentle breeze; the sound of birdsong drifted through the window.
Her hand strayed to the other side of the bed. Tristan’s side was still warm; he hadn’t been up for long.
Lisa searched her memory, trying to recall what adventure he was out on that morning. Sailing? Scuba diving? Game fishing? She knew she shouldn’t complain; her husband’s love of all things sporty and adventurous kept his body as hard and lean as it was at the age of thirty-four. Her idea of a perfect vacation, however, consisted of lying pool-side for hours on end, a steamy paperback in hand and a cocktail by her side. Even after five years of marriage, their choice of activities weren’t exactly compatible.
Lisa swung her slender brown legs off the side of the bed and stood. Still naked, she made her way to the mini-bar fridge and helped herself to a bottle of sparkling mineral water. Despite the relatively early hour, the day was already warm. Using her hand, she applied the cool moisture of the bottle’s condensation to her chest and temple.
The luxury room was complete with a private garden and a huge outside rain-shower. After the antics of the previous night, she needed to take a shower and rinse off before heading out to the pool.
The memory made her squeeze her thighs together, taking pleasure in the lingering tingle in her loins. She’d never grow tired of Tristan’s body moving above, under and inside hers. It was a shame they never got the chance to continue the evening’s love making into the morning; Tristan was always up at first light to attack that day’s adventure.
Lisa took a swig from the bottle and made her way outside to the tiled shower area. A large, silver showerhead protruded from the wall, circling directly above her head. Another couple of nozzles were attached to the walls on either side, creating a full-body shower experience.
She turned on the tap and water hammered onto the tiles. Lisa put the bottled water on the floor and stepped in, the cool water rinsing off her hot body. Tipping her head back, she let the water run through her long, brunette hair, swishing down her spine. She closed her eyes and allowed the water to pummel her.
Warm hands circled from behind, cupping her breasts. Lisa shrieked, her heart clambering into her throat. She tried to spin around but a hard, naked body pinned against hers and a voice whispered in her ear, “Stay right where you are.”
Lisa grinned, but her pulse continued to race.
“Tristan!” she protested, but they both knew she didn’t mean it.
His warm lips met with the side of her neck, sending goose bumps across her skin. Fingers massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples into hard nubs, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing between her thighs. His lips nibbled and teased their way down to her shoulder and Lisa pressed back against him, the length of his cock rigid against her lower spine.
She wanted to reach back but Tristan had her firmly in his grip, his arms wrapped around her body. He pushed her up against the shower wall, her hot nipples meeting the cool tiles.
He released his hold on her and took one of the side shower nozzles off the wall. The hard stream of water massaged her skin and muscles as he held the spray against her shoulders.
Gradually, Tristan moved the showerhead down. His other hand traveled down the front of her body, skirting her flat stomach. He pressed his palm against her pubic bone, pushing her ass out toward him.
“Bend over for me, baby,” he said, his mouth hot against her ear.
With her hands braced against the tile wall and trembling in anticipation, she did as she was told, arching her back and bending to forty-five degrees. Her ass pushed back against him, but he backed away slightly, and continued the downward movement of the shower.
The hard stream massaged the creamy curve of her buttocks. Lisa dropped her head and moaned, knowing exactly where he was going.
Using the showerhead, he aimed the blast at the tight ring of her ass. The individual jets pummeling the sensitive area made her gasp. The stimulus caused deep contractions within her pussy; all of her internal muscles pulsing in a heady flow of pleasure.
With his free hand, Tristan reached around her body, his fingers seeking the sensitive hooded nub between her thighs. He flicked her clit, sending little tremors of bliss through her. He slid two fingers down her folds, separating her, and pushed a finger inside, slicking his digit in her cream.
Lisa whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut.
Tristan dropped the showerhead and moved them both out of the flow of water. He withdrew his finger and used her moisture to lubricate the tight opening to her ass. His body was wet and taut against hers, his erection rock hard against her hip.
He slowly pushed a finger into her ass. Lisa instinctively tightened at the slight burn as he pushed past the taut ring of muscle.
“Relax, baby. You know I’d never hurt you.”
Totally trusting of him, she relaxed, her muscles loosening and allowing him access. Lisa groaned again and pushed back on his hand. He reached around her body with his other hand and located her clit once again. With slow, firm circles he massaged the sensitive spot, all the while sliding his finger in and out of her ass.
The sensations built within her, a tightly wound coil in the pit of her belly. She knew she wouldn’t last long. Already her body started to move of its own accord, every muscle tightening and relaxing in a pace to match her husband’s rhythm in her ass.
After five years of marriage, Tristan could read every sign her body threw at him. Knowing she was right at the peak, he slowed his movements and slipped his finger from her body.
“Don’t come yet,” he told her. The bell end of his cock nudged her lower back. “You think you can take all of me?”
“Use the baby oil,” she gasped, jerking her head toward the small, clear bottle she kept in the shower to keep her skin soft after a day in the sun.
He picked it up and she heard the click of the cap opening. The next moment, cool fluid dribbled over her ass and Tristan’s hands returned to work on her, smoothing the oil into the smooth curves of her buttocks. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and oil ran over her pucker.
“That wasn’t quite what I planned for you to do with it,” she half-moaned, half-laughed.
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “I know, but I couldn’t resist. I adore seeing you all oiled up.”
Lisa twisted her head back to watch Tristan trickle oil onto the length of his cock. She loved watching his strong fingers wrapped around that beautiful, long dick as he massaged himself, his hand skimming up over his length and back down again.
He leaned over her back and the smooth head of his cock nudged her tight opening. Ready to take him, only a little pressure was needed to push the bell of his dick inside her ass. They stilled for a moment, allowing her muscles to stretch around his girth.
With only a slight shift, he slowly inched the full length of his cock deep inside “Oh, God,” she cried, her head spinning with a combination of pleasure and a sharp sting of pain. Her palms flattened against the tiles, using the wall for support as Tristan moved into her, her muscles gripping the length of his cock like a fist.
Thrusting slowly and carefully at first, he built up momentum. His hand found her clit once again but instead of the slow circles he knew would build her up, he used fast flicks that would tip her over the edge.
In a sudden burst, Lisa’s orgasm powered over her; her whole body a tingling mass of ecstasy, spreading from her center out into her limbs. She cried out, the sound echoing in the confined space, her eyes squeezed tight, her mind rolling with pleasure. Tristan managed to hold himself until the last waves of her orgasm jolted over her. He pulled from her body, letting go of his own release, hot cum spurting over her back and buttocks.
They stood together for a moment, catching their breath, and then Tristan pulled her back under the water, rinsing her clean.
Lisa twisted around to face him, her cheeks flushed, her legs weak. His messy brown hair spiked in all directions, his dark brown eyes roving her naked body, a satisfied grin on his face.
“I thought you were going fishing this morning,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a long, slow kiss on his mouth.
He returned the kiss, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her hard against him before breaking the contact. “Diving,” he corrected her with a grin. “But I couldn’t get my beautiful wife off my mind and decided we should have a little recreational activity of our own this morning.”
Lisa grinned against his mouth. “And here was I thinking there weren’t any activities we could do together,” she said.
“There will be as long as our main interest is each other.”
“Of course,” she said. “Now, are you going to carry me back to bed or are you going to run off and leave me for something more exciting?”
He scooped her up in his arms. “Nothing is more exciting than you.”
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