St. Croix
Part III
By USAtraveler

Our second night on the island began around 10 that evening. We were
exhausted from our boat trip earlier in the day, so we took a nap
after showering off the salt air. Beth asked me if I wanted to go
out or just stay in bed and explore each other. You may think that I
am crazy, but I opted to go out.

While Beth was in the bathroom fixing her makeup and hair, I went
through her suitcase (remember, I packed it) and found her light
weight pale yellow, front button cotton skirt and her white cotton
bolero-style blouse that ties just below her breasts.

I slipped on some cotton dress slacks and a polo shirt. Neither of
us whore any underwear. Beth wore her white Nikes and I my loafers.
Together we looked somewhat conservative and very casual. We found
the same lounge that she began her exhibition vacation in just the
other night.

The manager recognized us right away and whisked us to a table.
While you could not see any cleavage or leg on Beth, her breasts
still jiggled and bounced announcing that she was braless. The
manager brought us a complimentary round of drinks and asked if he
could sit with us. "Certainly," Beth said, "We'd love to have you
join us."

Who could refuse? Not me. 

Well, Martin, the manager, looked at Beth, then me, then back at
Beth. Finally he nervously said, "We have a group of people from
Iowa down here to assist some of our island people build themselves
a new combination school house/church building. Please don't remove
any clothing tonight. Not that I'd mind personally, but I'd be
forced to act if they became offended.  Personally, I wouldn't mind
one bit. Matter of fact, I would enjoy watching you lose another bet
and some clothing as a consequence."

Beth scooted her chair close to his and pressed her chest against
his arm. She whispered that she was very disappointed as she was
looking forward to Martin personally helping her try on some jewelry
that clipped to her pierced nipple rings. She said I had them in my
pocket and that she was looking forward to modeling them for him
there in the lounge. "After all, you saw almost all of me night
before last."

Martin's reply was a groan that sounded like a love-sick cow.

Beth said, as she took his hand and guided it over her breasts ,
"Why Martin, are you disappointed? Would you really like to help me
try on the jewelry? Perhaps we could go to your office later. You
could help me take off this blouse and who knows what else might
happen?"

Martin left with an obvious woodie. We sat for another hour hoping
that the Iowa group would finish their drinks and appetizers then
head up to their rooms, but they just kept hanging on. About
midnight, I was getting tired and suggested we go back to our room
and crash. Tomorrow we were to spend laying out on the beach and
para-sailing.

We started for the door when Martin appeared out of no where. He
asked if Beth still was interested in modeling her jewelry for him.
She looked up to me and I said "I dare you." I gave her the two
green jeweled drops and said "Let's go with him to his office."

She took the two bangles from me and handed them to Martin. "Take me
to your office." She said something to him and together they went
into the office. I slipped in too and closed the door. Martin was
standing facing Beth with his back to me. She was pinned up against
his office desk, giggling, and cooing. Then it got very quiet. I
could make out whispers but not what was being said.

Martin untied the bow on my wife's blouse. Then he began to undo
each of the 3 buttons holding her blouse closed. He grasped the
bottom and lifted it up and away from her tanned chest. Beth closed
her eyes and sighed. Then she said, "Touch me, Martin. Pull on my
nipple rings."

Still keeping her eyes closed, Beth shrugged her shoulders to allow
the blouse to fall into a heap on the carpeted floor. Martin began
slowly moving his hands all over her breasts finally stopping to
pull on her rings. "Put them on me, Martin. Hang them so they dangle
like drops of water," she said. 

"You are so exotic. All-over tan, pierced nipples. . ." I
interrupted with, "And except for her head, she doesn't have another
hair on her body, anywhere." 

"Yeah, I remember from the other night. Do you have a ring down
there too," asked Martin?

"Maybe," toyed my wife. "Let Martin see for himself, dear," I said.
"Lift up your dress."

Beth shifted her weight to spread her feet apart a little more.
Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly began
undoing the buttons until her smooth cunt came into view. 

"If we hadn't had those goody goody people you were so worried
about, Martin, you and I could have been dancing. For you, I would
have opened my blouse. I would have even undone my skirt like it is
now. I would have wanted you to feel me pressing my naked skin
against you on the dance floor. I would have asked you to explore my
entire body with your hands while we danced on you lounge's floor.
You could have searched for a clit  ring. . . but not now. Maybe
tomorrow, okay?"

Beth kissed him on the cheek, pressing her naked flesh against his
tenting pants. As she withdrew, my wife grasped his cock through his
pants giving it a few strokes. "It could have been fun, Martin, but
you had those folks from Iowa and all. . ."  She slipped on the
blouse tying it at her waist; the skirt she left as it was, buttoned
only at the waist. We quickly left his office. 

Soon as we cleared the lounge and were outside, we broke out in
laughter. We walked back to our room along the beach. Each step she
took exposed her entire thigh all the way to her hip including an
occasional flash of her naked cunt. What started out to be a
promising evening of exhibitionism didn't really work out the way we
planned.

"Take me back to the room and fuck me good," Beth demanded. "I'm
hot, and horny, and frustrated. I need to be screwed  good and hard,
Please!"

Next thing I remember is the morning sun streaming in through the
patio sliding glass door. We both were tangled in the sheets. My
head hurt and my arm was asleep but Beth was smiling. 

"Good morning , sexy wench. Want to fuck?"  My wife held out her
arms to me and said, "Do me." 

I entered her slowly, feeding her my cock in increments until she
was well lubricated. As I picked up speed, she wrapped her legs
around my waist locking her ankles together. "You are so sexy. You
are absolutely beautiful. I love it when other men feast their eyes
on your totally hot body." Beth was meeting my every thrust with one
of her own. "Want to do something really daring today?" 

Beth clamped her legs even tighter around my waist, "Yessssss, dare
me!"

"I dare you to go upstairs to see the college boys; remember, you
told them you'd do a 'dare' for them. You can do anything except
screw them, anything! Are you ready?" "Oh god, yes.  I love it. My
whole body tingles. Yes, I'll do their dare!"

After our shower, I had Beth dress in her yellow string bikini, the
one with the Rio bottoms, and her mesh cover-up. She knocked on
their door around 10 o'clock, apparently waking them up. She talked
to them at the door and then disappeared inside. This is what she
told me happened.

She told them that she was going to be out this afternoon, but was
expecting a delivery from a local boutique. She said she didn't know
when the items would be delivered and asked if they would watch out
for them. One of the boys said, "Sure. What should we do?"

"Well, I'll put a note on my door directing the delivery man to your
place. That is if you don't mind? I'll be gone from about noon until
dark. Okay?"   

"Sure, but what if he comes between now and noon?" one of the boys
asked. 

"No problem, I'll be on the patio working on my tan. I will just
leave the door open so I can hear the delivery man. I just am so
grateful that you are willing to help me out. You're so sweet," said
my wife. As with Martin the night before, she touched his arm and
lightly kissed his cheek. Beth told me that when she was kissing his
cheek, she brushed up against his arm with her chest.

About 15 minutes later, my wife opened the front door to the suite
to put a note on the door frame indicating that she was on the
patio. She took a large beach towel out of the linen supply laying
it onto of the chaise lounge. Still  clad in her yellow bikini, she
applied lotion to herself while sitting on the foot of the chaise.
She carefully applied lotion to the backs of her legs, her ass
cheeks which were exposed by the Rio cut bottoms, and all over her
back, shoulders, and arms.  She stretched her lithe body, face down
atop the towel covered chaise. My wife set the small windup timer
for 30 minutes. Then she waited. Waited for the boys upstairs to
take her bait.

Click whir. Again, click whir. And again, click whir.

My wife knew she had them now. She could even hear their whispers,
"I'd love to screw that piece of ass." "You wouldn't last 30
seconds." "So?"  "An ass that fine deserves a good long slow fuck,
don't you think?" "Yeah. If only we could." "What's this 'we' shit?"
"Shhhh, she'll hear us. Be still while I take another picture."
Click whir.

My wife said that when the whispering died down, she moved to the
next step in her plan. She untied the bra strings and the strings at
her waist for the bottoms.

Click, whir. Click, whir. "Spread 'em. God oh god, spread your
legs," one of them whispered, almost a prayer. "She's doing it.
She's moving her legs wider. Holy shit, I think I can see her pussy
lips. I can! Yes, I can see them!" Click, whir. "Zoom in real close.
Nice and tight. I want that picture over my bed next year for sure."
"Yeah, so you can beat off, you sorry sack of shit. You haven't had
a decent lay since last Christmas. Word must  be all over the campus
of your 'staying power.'" "Fuck you!" "Shhhh, she'll hear us!"

Beth told me that their chatter was just the encouragement she
craved. She said she felt that old thrill, that charge she got when
she first started flashing. Now it was intense again. Exciting. She
knew they were looking and she knew they liked what they saw. She
said she was determined to show them all they could handle.

"DING" The timer went off. She reset the timer for another 30
minutes. Then, she slipped on her ultra dark sunglasses and with her
heart racing, my wife rolled over onto her to her back. Naked. Bare
to the feasting eyes of the boys upstairs. 

Click whir. Click whir. 

"Damn." "Holy shit!" "Oh man, she's fucking awesome!" 

"Shot me now. I've seen the promise land."

My wife said her heart was pounding in her throat as she watched the
boys watch her naked body. She was hot. Sweat was beginning to bead
on her oiled body. A wetness was definitely oozing from her bald
cunt. She said she was as alive as she could get. Every nerve ending
was afire with sexual energy.

Click whir. Click whir. "Shit man, zoom in on that shaved pussy. Oh,
please open you legs a little more," came the whispered prayer.

"Hey, she's got pierced tits too!" 

"She is the hottest chick I've ever seen." "God, I'd give a month's
allowance to fuck her." "Me too, brother, me too." Click whir.

My wife, fired by their comments and the camera work, said that she
was so excited, that if she just would touch her clit, she knew
she'd cum. She wanted  to cum. She wanted to be fucked. She was
feeling so wicked, exposing herself to the two college boys up
stairs.  

Beth said she then reached for the sun lotion and squirted a large
dollop on herself. She started rubbing it onto her breasts. Her
nipples were hard and erect. Just touching them, sent a shock of
fire to her clit.  She couldn't resist, she pushed the rest of the
lotion down to her silky smooth lower stomach and across to her
erect clit. She came. She came hard. Click whir. Click whir. Click
whir.

"Damn, shit, shit, shit. I'm out of film!" 

Hearing this, Beth opened her legs and inserted two fingers into her
sloppy wet cunt. She moved her legs to either side of the chaise and
pushed her knees as far apart as she could force them. She rapidly
masturbated herself to another giant cum.  She told me that if the
delivery man was there, she would have raped him. She wanted to be
fucked so badly then.

So she did the next best thing. Leaving her yellow bikini on the
ground next to the chaise, she wrapped the towel around her body. My
wife walked through the house, up the stairs, knocking on the door
to the boy's room.

When they opened the door, she stepped in and dropped her towel. My
wife told me that she invited them to "take a couple of close-ups,
seeing how you ran out of film just as I was getting to the good
part" There she stood, naked, on display to two strangers.
vulnerable, wet, and horny.

"You could hear us?"

"Every word. And I loved it, boys," said my wife.

"All we have is this little throw away camera. I didn't buy anymore
film." "You dumb shit," said the other boy. "Yeah, I know."

"That camera will do, boys. Now come over here one at a time. Let's
make a few pictures for your buddies back at school to drool over
this Fall." My wife raised on leg and caressed one boy with her knee
while posing with him. She smiled for the camera. Beth reached into
his waist band and grabbed his cock. Must have been the quick
trigger one. He came at once all over her hand and fingers.  White
cum filling his pants. 

"Oh, I see you were happy to see me." 

"Change places. Hurry. come-one, take a picture of a real man!"
"Here, check out this dick, baby," said the other college boy while
dropping his shorts to the floor in a knot. 

My wife had to admit, it was nice. So she began to stroke it while
rubbing her breasts across his chest. "I want to suck it. I want to
ride it. I want you to pound me senseless with this," she said. All
the while stroking his dick. Then it happened. He too erupted. White
hot cum spurted out from his dick. 

"Hey, who is the real man! You couldn't last either."

"Shit," he said. 

My wife continued to stroke his diminishing pole as the last of the
sticky liquid seeped out onto her hand and eventually onto the
floor. 

"Guess you two will just have to wait until you can get it up again.
I hope you have better staying power than this. A woman likes her
lovers to last long enough to give her pleasure too," cooed my naked
vixen.  She picked up the towel, slung it over her shoulder, and
walked down the stairs into our rooms.

"Come back, okay," they pled.  "Maybe," said my wife. "Maybe."

I had been waiting the whole time in the other room. We attacked
each other like caged animals. I had her bend over and grab the
footboard on the bed. We meshed together with one mutual thrust. Me
into her. She taking in me. My wife was totally hot. My dick felt
like it was sliding in and out of an oven. She pushed back against
my every thrust. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Drill me. I almost fucked them
honey."

I couldn't stand it anymore. I flipped her over and tied her wrists
to the bed. Then her feet. I covered her eyes with the pillow case.
The pillow I placed under her butt. "Now sweetheart, I'm going to
invite the boys down to screw you. Ready?"  

"Yes, all of you fuck me." I crawled between her legs and slipped my
member deep into her. Our pelvic bones almost welded together with
the force of our thrusts. The only sounds we made were grunts and
groans as we rose to orgasm. First my uninhibited exhibitionist
wife, then me. I felt like all of my insides erupted through my cock
into her quivering cunt. 

I awoke about 30 minutes later. We were covered in sweat. A giant
cum puddle was between her legs. It was almost  noon.

Come on, sexy wench. Let's get showered and to the beach. We have a
para-sail rented this afternoon. You can seduce the college boys
later today if you want.

"Oooh, is that a 'dare'?" 

"Maybe," I said. "I'll let you know."  "Now, let's see what the best
dressed beach bunnies are wearing. I know, how about a smile."   

"You want me to go to the beach naked?" 

"No, wear your white bikini," I said. "We will have to wash the
yellow one.  Later tonight, I will have a dare for you."


