The Getaway Pt. 01

Finally, a little time alone with my hubby!

I couldn't have waited any longer for our vacation to Jamaica! I loved the idea of the blue water, the food, and the steel drums in the evening. We had just gotten on our flight and I found it hard to believe it was just the two of us.

We started with a drink on the flight to take the edge off. The three hours in the air gave us some time to talk and decompress from all the stress of work and family. It seemed like no time and we had arrived in Montego Bay. The coastline looked so beautiful and inviting.

We were transported to our resort, enjoying a cold beer on the way. I am not much of a beer drinker, but the Red Stripe they offered seemed right. Between the scenery, the beer and the driver's accent, I was feeling more in vacation mode and relaxed.

Once we got to the resort, we were offered a rum punch! It was so good, especially in the lobby overlooking the blue, blue water while tropical music wafted in. Once we were taken to our room, which was so beautiful, we quickly unpacked our suit cases. I had secretly packed a few surprises for my hubby.

It's good to be surprised, right? I had a few new sexy tops, shoes, dresses, lingerie, and evening nighties for those special moments. I hoped he would like them.

It was late in the afternoon, so we just walked around the resort, took in the sights, sounds and aromas and dipped our toes into the Caribbean. That felt so good.

Our first evening on the island was nice, but as we were both tired and unwinding from work and dealing with kid drama, I must admit I was happy to take it easy. We had dinner at one of the buffets and had some rum drinks on the beach. I love the local flavor in my food and drink. I could tell we needed time to recharge. I found myself thinking that perhaps tomorrow will be a bit more fun!

On the second night, my husband arranged for us to go into town to one of the local restaurants with live band. We thought it was important to see some authentic bands while in Jamaica. It's another way of experiencing the local flavors. I decided I would put on a little slinky black and white print dress complete with new sexy undergarments... after all maybe tonight would be more adventurous, I was hoping, and in the mood for some fun.

While showering in the beautiful bathroom, I shaved my pussy completely smooth for him. I knew he loved that. Some years back, we started seeing the shaved look in the adult movies we watched together. He told me he wanted me completely bare, too. I like to please him, so I did it.

The truth is I loved the look and feel of my nice, bare pussy, too. Especially when I looked down between my legs to watch him going down or when he pushed his hard dick between my smooth lips.

Underneath my dress, I decided to wear some new hot pink satin panties I knew he'd love when he saw them later when we got back from our excursion. He's a sucker for pink - it's so easy to get to him. I love the pink and black look myself; I finished off the look with some sexy pink accent sandals that would be just right for dancing on a tropical night.

Before I came out to show hubby what a sexy date he had for the evening, I took one last look in the mirror. My brunette hair looked really good as I had the stylist shorten it a little to shoulder length to frame my face and add some gold highlights. Back home before we left, I had my nails done, painted pink to match the sexy shade I put on my lips tonight. I wore my makeup bold, especially darker around my green eyes.

The reflection revealed that I had done a good job. It also showed that workouts we had been doing paid off! The short little dress showed off my legs. Hubby is a leg man and had insisted I stop wearing too long a hem when we went on dates, so my wardrobe included shorter dresses over time.

As a mom, it took me a while to feel confident in these outfits, but as a woman I had to admit that he was right. I think it helped this night to be free of the kids and work, and to be on vacation on the island.

I pulled down my hem, which didn't take much pulling, and smoothed it out. I ran my hands over my hips. And then felt a naughty twinge, pulling my dress back up and taking a good look at myself down there. Yes, I did look really hot tonight. Hubby was in for a treat...

We had a driver take us into town and he was very sweet. He was on the darker side of many of the Jamaicans and had a great smile. He told us about the bands we would hear at this club and even recommended the best dishes on the menu. It was great to get extra tips from a local. As we rode along, I could tell my husband and I were finally feeling the island mood and starting to feel the energy and vibe.

My husband had quite a smile going himself. He had slipped his hand up my leg on the taxi ride, and found my little satin surprise.... I could feel his strong hand caress my leg and his fingers start to touch them. I could tell he was heating up, so I pushed his hand away from me.

He'd have to be a patient man tonight...

We got to the restaurant and I could just tell it was the perfect setting. I had read the first inhabitants of the island called it the land of wood and water. I could see why. I loved the trees and other plants, how it looked over the blue sea, the aroma of the food, the smoke rising from the kitchen, the background music, the outdoor seating and the décor! Hubby always does his homework, reads reviews, but most of all treats me like a queen.

I am a successful, independent career woman, but I love being treated like a lady and I love to get dressed up sexy and looking feminine. I loved him for it - as we stood at the check in, I swayed my hips ever so slightly to the sexy rhythm of the music and discretely pressed my ass against the front of his trousers. I love teasing him and loved to make him wait. I knew I was making him hard.

But he'd have to be a patient man tonight...

Dinner was fabulous. It was hosted outside and it was warm, but thankfully there was a great tropical breeze blowing. I thought that was good for hubby as he can get so hot in this climate. Hubby had a dark seafood stew we had never tried before and I had a spicy curried chicken dish with lots of sauce, just the way I like it. After dinner, we just sat satisfied and looked at each other deeply and knowingly.

From the set up, I could see the band was going to be right in front of us. We were not far away like most of the concerts we had been to back home. We were right there on front row, being separated by only about 10 feet or so of space to the microphones!

The sun had set and the early evening sky was starting to fill with beautiful stars and a hint of salty air from the nearby ocean breeze. Waitresses began to pass by as it became time for after dinner cocktails. The background music and atmosphere had me going.

Hubby knew what I wanted to drink - he asked for a couple of rum punches and told the girl waiting on us to make them strong and keep them coming. The local ladies serving us sure were dressed in sexy short beach dress-like uniforms. I could see my husband couldn't help but enjoy the view. He's a leg man. He just kept smiling.

I liked how the restaurant had arranged the timing of things. The band started setting up as the dessert was being brought to the guests. There were six band members and they looked like they would be fun as they started warming and talking and joking with each other. They cast glances on the crowd from time to time and smiled at us.

I noticed the two most attractive men in the band, a dark, tall lead singer with medium length dreadlocks and the handsome dusky shaved head, muscular guitar player look over at me from time to time and lean into one another to say something and smile. I don't normally like the dreadlock look, but they looked good on the singer; they fit his look and skin color.

I guess I was staring at him a little too much. He was now staring back at me more intently at me, but his eyes went from mine and focused lower. I looked down and realized the hem of my dress had been riding high, revealing a glimpse of my pink panties beyond.

I felt my face redden at the thought, but the rum and the setting, especially with my husband taking in the local girls, had emboldened me and I did not shift away from the direction I was seated. I just pulled my hem back down. I have always had really nice legs and I like to show them off, so I let these guys have a good look.

If hubby could have a look at these sexy dark ladies' legs, then I thought I'd give these Jamaican men a view of mine.

The rum had loosened me up and I was having a lot of fun doing it. To top it off, the restaurant served us a coconut ice cream with a rich rum chocolate sauce. I had never quite tasted anything like that before and thought I was in heaven.

The band started playing and they sounded great. The rhythm was intoxicating. The drinks, salt air and music just got me in the dancing mood. I couldn't help myself and I moved my body in my seat. It didn't take long before I had enough of that and dragged my hubby out on the floor between us and the band.

We were the first ones out there. He's normally pretty shy, but didn't back down. We danced and enjoyed rubbing each others' bodies to this rhythmic music searing through us. I noticed the band members looking at me and it made me feel sexy.

Well, I guess we helped get some of the other tourists over their shyness and the next thing I know the crowd formed out there with us. Other tourist couples like us and what I assumed were a lot of locals joined us on the dance floor. With the way I was feeling, I wondered if there was something special in the rum, but I guess it was just hypnotic between the good feelings, sights, and sounds...

I looked around noticed people started dancing with others who weren't their dates! Couples split up to dance with other couples' partners and singles in the crowd. My hubby was approached by a pretty Jamaican woman who grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her to dance. She didn't take no for an answer.

I wondered if these attractive men and women worked there, trying to get tourists in the mood, or went there for other reasons. I had noticed quite a few single ladies at the bar, but a lot more single men standing there looking intently at us white ladies... It was pretty obvious.

I must admit, the drinks were making me a bit frisky and I found myself saying yes to a good looking black man who asked me to dance. I thought if it was good for the goose, it was good for the gander. I was dancing very provocatively with this stranger as I knew it would drive my husband nuts that not only he who may catch a glance of my pink panties! I know it was working, as I saw my hubby look over at me and keep staring.

The night went on and we lost track of time. I would look over, and my husband was dancing his heart out. Several ladies had tried to catch a dance with him. As for me, I was asked by multiple men, white and black, to dance and I was having a lot of fun. There was a nice looking white guy who turned out to be English, who asked me a dance a couple of times, but I found myself having more fun with the sexy dark men.

They were just so physical and exotic looking. I turned down a few of the white men and just swayed to the music at the side of the floor while I waited for another black man to whisk me back out there. It didn't take long. I especially enjoyed dancing with a very tall, dark man in a light blue shirt that showed off his taut muscles and chiseled abs. I felt so sexy having this man, whom I later found out was named Kenneth, grind up against me aggressively. His body felt so good and his skin felt different than what I was used to.

I looked over and saw my husband watching me dance with this new stranger. Then I turned and offered a view of my ass to Kenneth and pushed back against him as I reached up with my arms behind me and over his shoulders seductively. I closed my eyes and just moved to the tropical beat. Then I turned back to the black stranger to dance while looking over at my shoulder at hubby, who seemed to lose interest in the girl he was with for that moment. I could tell he was enjoying the show I was putting on.

After more dancing with more partners that I had ever done in a single night, I thanked Kenneth for the dance and decided to go back to our table to shed my shoes, as my feet grew tired. I told him that I wanted to dance with him some more, but after I rested. He protested in a cute way.

The band signaled that they were taking a break, so I guess I timed it well. While at the table, I glanced back at my husband being chatted up by a pretty dark woman, who was whispering in his ear, drinks in both of their hands. I was watching them, when my view was obstructed suddenly obstructed by two bodies. It was the musicians who had stared at my legs earlier, the lead singer and the guitar player, who had walked up to me seated at the table.

They loomed over me, but smiled as they looked down. I felt a little flutter in my stomach. Ladies, you know the feeling you get from men sometimes. The lead singer spoke up boldly and told me that I was a sexy dancer. The guitarist simply said, "Yes, that's right." I smiled back and said, "Well, your music moved me."

They nodded over at my husband and asked about him and how long we had been married. I had no doubt they were flirting with me, standing close to me as they were while I reclined back and crossed my legs. I told them that my husband and I had been together over 20 years and were there on a much needed get away vacation from everyday life for some fun. With that, the singer immediately brought up an after party and wondered if we would like to join them. They said it would be the band, a few of the staff and close friends at the party.

I surprised myself by answering "yes" right away without first checking with my husband. I was feeling it and my guard was down. They said to meet them out front of the restaurant after their next set, which would be the last. As they walked back up to perform one last time, I saw the handsome man in the blue shirt talk to them and then all three looked back at me. There went my tummy fluttering again, but I went ahead and stared back.

When my hubby came back to the table and sat down, I leaned into him and placed his hand on my thigh, inviting him to caress me, and kissed him deeply. I then whispered into his ear the invitation I had just received. He raised his eyebrows a little. Hubby knew I was having a little too much fun, but he went with it.

We just sat at the table and listened to the set, our hands intertwined together. I felt some trepidation, but I looked over at hubby from time to time. It was reassuring. The band had the place jumping again, but we just sat back and took it in. The band members must have been talking because all six of them looked right at me from time to time throughout the set. I would look back at them and then over to hubby, who would just look back at me and caress my leg or place his hand over my shoulder. We both noticed Kenneth staring at me from the bar.

The set was finally over and the lead singer looked at me and winked. He came off the stage and up to us and said the bus was out front and to get on. My husband asked how do we know which one and he responded, "Look for the man in the blue shirt your wife was dancing with; he's coming to the party." I started to get cold feet, but hubby pulled out my chair for me, reaching for my hand to help me from the table and led me out, his arm around my waist.

We found Kenneth and a few others who were going to the after party by the bus. It wasn't too big; more like a party bus. Hubby and I walked up hand-in-hand and I introduced Kenneth to him. He was very polite and engaging. He asked if we were having a good time. In unison, we both said "Great!" He said, "Well the party is just beginning..." with that nice smile of his. He told my hubby that I was a good dancer, to which my hubby replied, "I know. She's very good."

With that, Kenneth asked if we were ready to go, but didn't wait for an answer and took hold of my hand and led me on the bus, hubby trailing us holding my other hand. There were more people on the bus than I counted on. I imagine the three of us were quite a sight and I felt eyes on me. I couldn't help but think how big Kenneth's hands were and how tall he was. From behind, Kenneth's body looked amazing.

I like guys with nice butts and Kenneth's looked great with his narrow waist and broad shoulders. I stumbled a little towards him and reached my other hand from hubby's to grab Kenneth's arm to hold myself up.

I let my hand linger a moment and moved it from his forearm to his bicep before I reached back for my husband. His muscles felt so taut and his skin felt different - nice and smooth. I liked the design of his tattoo on us upper arm; it was the letter "K" with some ornate design around it. I told him I liked his tattoo and he said, "I have some other nice ones I might show you later!" I felt that flutter again; so many times that night it had happened.

I looked back at hubby, who stared back into my eyes. We moved towards the back but the seats were taken. It was so crowded... standing room only. Kenneth pulled me more towards the back and in front of him. The lead singer and guitarist came onto the bus, spotted us and walked past my hubby and up to Kenneth and me. They stood on each side of us. The other band members stood next to my husband.

As we started to pull out of the parking lot with a slight jolt, hubby turned back to see that Kenneth had placed his hands on my waist at that moment, to "steady me" as he told hubby, just as the interior light was turned off. I felt my heart flutter a little and wondered what my hubby thought as I felt his eyes wander down to those big black hands on my little waist just before it got dark.

As we moved along the somewhat bumpy road, I found myself being pressed against all three of them as we rocked to and fro, and well, it was so erotic. I could feel their hard bodies pressing against my own. What hubby didn't know, and what hubby couldn't see in the dark, but what I could easily feel, was each of their three hard cocks pressing against my ass and hips. God, they felt so huge. I started to feel so horny and I know I was getting very wet.

After 20 minutes of that sexy grinding, we arrived at the house where the party was hosted. Kenneth let go of me before the lights came back on. The lead singer told to make ourselves at home. The band split up and relaxed with the guests in the many different rooms. My husband and I struck up conversations with other attendees. I would spot Kenneth, the singer and guitarist from time to time, and they would smile at me.

We had a great time talking to the others at the party, who had different backgrounds from us. But my mind played back to the feeling of being pressed against by Kenneth and the band members on the bus. I was feeling so horny from all the attention I had experienced, and wanted to take it out on hubby.

I grabbed my husband by the hand and led him out on the patio and further into the dark backyard, by a fountain and some outdoor furniture, illuminated only with some soft lighting, gazing at the night sky. I felt we had a little privacy out there. It had been such a sexy night and was I wanted to be fucked so hard at that moment and I pressed up against my hubby, deeply kissed him, and felt his dick respond in his pants.

He placed his hand on my thigh and traced upwards to the bottom of my panties and slipped his hand underneath. He sighed and said, "God, you are so wet..." I told him with urgency in my voice, "Rub my pussy" when right then two figures emerged from the shadows and startled us. It was the lead singer and the guitarist, who appeared in the soft light. The singer said, "It looks like you two are having a good time."