Hope Springs Eternal part 1

[bill+kate]

Before I begin our story I have to set the record straight, we've been using the names Bill and Kate on this site. But since leaving her job as a senior VP at a well known company, "Kate" has become a different woman. She’s finally agreed that I can use her real name, Adele (Del to her friends) for this story. I'm also sorry for the length, I wrote this soon after returning from our trip; relating the story as much for my benefit as the reader's; hoping when I'm old and grey that reading this will give me a thrill all over again.

For years I've held out hope Del would agree to fulfill my hotwife fantasy by fucking another man and like so many of the wannabes, tried various tactics: I've written stories to share the fantasy with her, some have been posted here. I've let her peek over my shoulder while browsing the photos and forums from the "Our Hotwives" website. I did everything possible to convince Del I was serious about sharing her and wouldn't be jealous if we made it happen. Del continued to play along; she'd tease me when we when out, pointing to some hunk and asking if he was a candidate or letting me fuck her with a large toy while eating her shaved pussy and pretending it was someone else inside her (someone larger than me), but she never took the final step.

We returned recently from two weeks in St. Martin where we stayed at the nude resort on Orient Bay. The resort is on the far end of a mile and a half beach, only the resort and beach in front of the resort is officially nude; but the whole beach is accessible to the public with resorts, bars and restaurants along the bay. Every morning Del and I would leave in jogging gear to run the length of the bay; it's a great way to justify the booze and food we'll indulge in the rest of the day.
On the second day we passed a man who was also running the beach, we smiled to him as we passed, which is quite common, nothing implied other than civility. We ran up the hill on the opposite end of the bay and headed back to our resort. Nearing the nude end of the beach, we saw the same jogger headed our way, but this time he stopped to chat.
"I can't believe people are so comfortable being nude in public, have you seen all the people at the nude beach?" he asked. We told him that it may seem strange, but it was very easy to get used to and in fact, that's where we were staying. He looked at Del a little wide eyed, but without staring; Del was wearing her jog bra and running shorts. Del may be middle aged, but she keeps her body as fit as a twenty-something and has the friendliest, most welcome smile of any lady I’ve known.

With that we parted ways and thought nothing more of it. But the next morning we saw him again while jogging. We stopped long enough to say good morning, etc. and exchange pleasantries. This time we exchanged names, after he left Del said she thought he (Philip) seemed nice and it was a shame he had to run by himself.

That afternoon Del and I were lounging in the sun. I went back to our cabin to put together a cooler of beers and snacks. I came back to the beach to find our new acquaintance sitting on my lounge talking to Del. He had his swim trunks in his hand so he must have decided to give the nude thing a try. As I approached, Philip jumped up and started to make some apologies. When he got up I could see he wasn't stiff, but he was obviously a bit swollen from the experience. I told him to sit down and have a beer with us before he embarrassed himself (which must have embarrassed him a bit more, because he blushed a little). I ran back to grab an extra towel and we had another lounge brought over.

Philip told us he was born in Algiers. His father was French and mother Algerian; he was an infant when his family left Algeria for France during the revolution in 1960. He was an architect currently working on rebuilding a restaurant on Orient Bay, but the project was stuck waiting for permits and he had been idle for the past week. Those of you that have visited the Caribbean recognize this by the term “island time”.

We were enjoying Philip’s company, his English was outstanding, and we invited him to join us for happy hour at the resort’s bar. Philip quickly became comfortable with the nudity and stayed for a couple drinks. Before we parted, Philip invited us to join him the following morning snorkeling off Tintamarre Island. He had rented a boat and would appreciate the company.
Of course, all "Our Hotwives" forum readers know that in the back of my mind I wondered if this would be my fantasy's fulfillment , as the title states, hope springs eternal; but decided to keep these thoughts to myself. Maybe if I didn’t broach the subject, it would give Del less time to build her defenses and she just might act on her emotions. So after Philip left, Del and I walked to our cabin and made love without me saying a word about our new friend. I knew Del was waiting for me to say something, especially since Philip’s cock was similar in skin tone to one of the toys we owned and had brought with us. We hadn’t seen Philip fully erect, but given his flaccid size, he was probably close in size as well. (Like most of the men on this site who wish to see their wives with another man, my fantasy is the same – the man should have a cock that’s slightly longer and thicker than mine, and all of Del's toys reflect this desire. It’s always been a turn-on when I get one inside her and listen to her moans as she cums over the damn thing.)

The next morning we packed a picnic cooler with beer and lunch, grabbed our snorkeling gear and met Philip at the resort’s dock. As we approached the boat we realized we hadn’t brought suits, our previous visits to Tintamarre were always with the au naturel tours, so we didn’t even consider it. But we saw Philip wearing bathing shorts and realized our error. As we dropped off the cooler and gear I excused myself to return to the cabin and grab our bathing suits. But just as I turned to go, he whipped off his shorts and said he was game for nude snorkeling if we were. So off we went.

We spent hours out at the island; on the beach, in the water or the boat. Del is a water nymph, her naked body glides gracefully through the water. And although there was nothing overt, I did see Del and Philip sometimes swimming together. On more than one occasion the boat would sway and they bumped into each other. Once Philip helped Del into the boat and they exchanged a short hug as she came aboard. Philip was a gentleman and I continued to keep my thoughts and hopes to myself.

I did show Del as much affection as I could without being an ass. I would hug her wet, naked body and give her a quick kiss or have her sit on my knee in the boat. None of these actions were overly sexual in nature, but they did highlight her sensual nature. I was certain this fact was not lost on Philip.

When we returned to the resort, we parted after making plans to have dinner that night in Grand Case. In the cabin Del and I showered, ready for an afternoon of lovemaking. I spent at least thirty minutes pleasuring her with my mouth; from her lips to her neck down to her nipples and ending up between her thighs. I ran my tongue between her clit and her ass; then used it as a small prick tickling her insides. After a few minutes of this, Del told me to fuck her with something. I reached into the drawer and pulled out the “Philip” look-alike toy. I continued to kiss Del’s clit while working the fake cock deeper. Within minutes she came, the sexual tension must have been building inside her all day because it was a long, continuous orgasm.

Before Del recovered from her orgasm I took the toy’s place with my own cock. Del’s insides were soaking wet, but still tight. Being inside Del after her orgasm is always my favorite fuck because I imagine I’m enjoying sloppy seconds. Del knows I like the feeling and will often tease me about it, which typically makes me come sooner than I’d like.

“So I’m curious” she asked, “which toy did you use today?” (She hadn’t seen it when I pulled it out of the drawer.) I grabbed it without removing my cock; when Del saw the toy, a big smile crossed her lips. “Any particular reason for that one?” she asked. “None,” I lied, tossed it aside and did my best to get my cock to reach the same places the toy had just been. Before she could say another word, I kissed her, started cumming and was pleased that it triggered Del's second orgasm.

Del didn’t have a chance to recover; I immediately dove down and ate her extremely drenched pussy. I have to be in a hell of a mood to enjoy a cream pie; this was one of those times. At the same time, I grabbed the toy and replaced my tongue with it. Del wrapped her legs around my head and pulled my head back into her crotch. The toy was planted all the way, most likely stretching her cervix and I used my teeth to rake both sides of her clit. Del bucked her ass and drove her pelvis against my head, a signal she wanted more. I pushed the toy, the back end was just inside her labia now; it's never been that deep. Del's third orgasm didn't stop for two minutes.

It was probably another ten minutes before she began to relax and I removed the toy from her cunt. I grabbed two beers from the frig, a cold towel from the bath and laid down next to her; I wiped her face and neck with the towel. Del first words didn't surprise me. "Did you watch me just get fucked?"

"Yeah, you were something.” I answered, "I can't remember you having three orgasms that intense."

"I don't know whether I'm finished." she said, "I think I need you inside me again."

"There's one problem, we promised to go to dinner with Philip and I didn't get his cell number. So we better get up and get ready for dinner." A plan began to develop in my head and things started to fall into place.

The plan was simple with no guarantees, but was probably the best shot I've ever had of success. Del was very primed sexually after the way our afternoon activities ended, I had purposely avoided any talk related to Philip, and finally, I grabbed the bottle of Tequila from the cupboard and put it in the trunk. A couple shots of high-end Reposado puts Del in a sexy mood, but not drunk; if something happened this evening it would be because she wanted it to happen, not because she was passed out or out of control.

Del walked out of the cabin dressed in a nice sundress and heeled sandals. She had her small ankle bracelet on and it was obvious there wasn’t a bra under the dress, but I couldn’t tell she wasn’t wearing panties until I patted her ass while opening the car door for her. This night had possibilities.

[NaplesDavie]

Wonderfully written. I love Club Orient. Please let us know how things work out, with or without Philip.

Davie

[Dager]

Very well written, thank you. I cn't wait to see hpw this story comes out.

[HerLittleGuy]

What a marvelous opening! Looking forward to the next segment.

hlg

[Cajun_Eight]

Can't wait to read on. I like the way you let things naturally progress.