“Cheers!”
Our glasses clinked and we took a sip. It may only be 7:00 am, but as the saying goes, it was five o’clock somewhere, right? Eight happy but sleep-deprived faces sat around the table in the airport lounge, waiting for the boarding call that would transport us to paradise.
This vacation had been the result of a girls’ night a couple of months ago. Janet was lamenting about having to spend a whole week with her husband, marooned on an island. When you’ve been married twenty years or more, the lustre of time alone with your spouse has worn thin. Mary and I could relate. Tracey, being newly divorced herself with a new boyfriend, had a different take on the situation.
“We should all go together! Imagine how much fun we could all have,” Tracey suggested.
“You mean a girl’s trip?” I asked.
“No, Liz. A couple’s trip. Janet and Serge are already going – let’s crash their holiday. It’s always more fun to travel with friends.”
Janet’s eyes brightened. “What a fabulous idea! Let’s do it! Come on ladies… Please!”
Thus began the planning of an epic friends trip. Or so we thought.
The boarding call for our flight blared over the speaker as we finished our drinks, gathered our carry-on luggage, and made our way towards the gate. Let the adventure begin!
In a mere five hours, we had been transported from the cold, snowy North, to the Caribbean island of St. Martin’s. Our excitement mounted as we saw the runway appear before us, literally right on the beach. As soon as we stepped outside of the plane, the warm tropical air hit us like a brick wall.
“It’s so hot,” Kyle whined.
Great. We are barely off the plane and my husband is whining already. Thank God I had my friends to have fun with because I certainly wasn’t going to have fun with him. “Shut up, Kyle. I told you to dress lighter. Nobody wants to listen to you.”
“Yeah, Kyle!” Janet teased, in an effort to ease the tension and get our vacation off on a positive note.
We made it through customs and collected our luggage without a hitch. Full of excitement, we headed towards the exit to meet our limo which we had booked to take us to the resort. Surprisingly, at the exit, there was a driver with the names of the other three couples on his board. Kyle and I had our own driver. Weird.
“Welcome to St. Martin’s,” our driver greeted with a smile. “I’m Roger, and I’ll be your driver today.”
“Thank you!” I replied. “I’m surprised they sent another driver for us – is there not enough room in the limo for eight people?”
Roger looked at me quizzically. “I’m sorry?”
“It’s just odd that we aren’t travelling with our friends when we’re going to the same place,” I explained.
“I’m afraid there has been some confusion. You aren’t booked at the same hotel. You are at the Hilton in Orient Bay. The other car is going to the Hilton in Pelican Bay.”
“For fuck’s sake, Kyle. Please tell me you didn’t book the wrong resort…” I glared at him.
“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. Let me call the hotel,” he said as he stepped away to make the call.
Sensing that something unexpected was happening, the ladies came over to check on me. I explained the confusion over the reservation and told them we’d straighten it out and meet them at the resort. There was no need for them to stick around and wait – we had a driver.
“We’ll save you a beach chair!” Janet called as they climbed into the limo with a wave.
I smiled and waved as they left, but somehow I had a nagging feeling I wouldn’t be seeing them anytime soon. After almost half an hour on the phone, Kyle returned with a sheepish look on his face. I already knew what he was going to say. I silently shook my head and climbed into the town car.
On the inside, I was furious. Kyle had one job – he had to book the hotel on his credit card to maximize our points. I gave him the name of the hotel and the dates, and he promised to take care of it. I should have known better.
“I’m sorry,” he began. “I screwed up. How was I supposed to know there were two Hiltons on the island?”
“You could have read the name of the resort,” I said coldly. That sounded bitchy. And let’s be honest, I was being bitchy. Maybe it was an honest mistake, but the last few years had been riddled with honest mistakes. I was tired of them.
“You’re right. Look, I tried to get our reservation switched to the other hotel, but they’re full. We’re stuck at our resort. Can we just make the best of it?”
I looked at him coldly and unresponsive, biting my tongue. This is exactly why we planned our vacation with our friends. It was too painful to be alone with him. After twenty-three years together, there was nothing left but quiet resentment. With the kids grown and out on their own, we had nothing left to talk about anymore. It had been years since we had shared any intimacy, either emotionally or physically.
When we arrived at the resort, we were met with a tropical paradise. A warm sea breeze danced with the palm trees, making them rustle and sway, as the scent of hibiscus flowers and salt water filled the air. The sea was a vibrant turquoise, topped with white caps, the sand light and powdery underfoot.
We were shown to our Villa, which under different circumstances would be very romantic. It had a comfortable living/dining/kitchen area, a bedroom with an inviting king-sized bed, and a large bathroom with a shower built for two people (or more) with multiple shower heads.
There was a verandah facing the beach with two comfortable chairs a side table on one side, and a large hammock on the other. Off to the side was a private fenced-in yard with a small pool, a hot tub, and two chaise lounges. A beautiful view of the ocean was hidden behind the privacy of a one-way glass wall.
I had to admit, this place was more beautiful than the resort I had been expecting. Perhaps the week wouldn’t be a total loss. I decided to change into my bathing suit and go explore the rest of the resort and the beach.
I selected one of the new bathing suits that I had purchased for our vacation on a shopping trip with the girls. It was way more risqué than I normally wore, but Tracey had talked me into it. It was a rich navy blue in colour and a one-piece whose halter neckline plunged all the way to my waist. It was backless, and its high-cut legs meant it barely covered more than a thong.
Looking in the mirror, even I had to admit I looked good in it. It accentuated all my womanly curves beautifully. I wrapped a sheer white sarong around my waist, secured my hair in a loose knot at the base of my neck, slipped on my sunglasses, and grabbed my floppy straw hat. Kyle didn’t even look up from his phone as I silently walked past him and out the door. Not even the scent of my sunscreen caught his attention.
There’s nothing like a walk with your feet in the water to take away your stress. The warm turquoise water was as clear as glass as the waves bubbled and foamed around my toes, tickling them. The rich, vibrant colours of the kiteboards and parasails against the cloudless azure sky had me standing mesmerized, lost in my own world.
Meanwhile, Kyle eventually realized he was alone. He put on his swim trunks and made his way to the beach, where the cabana boy had set him up with a lounger, an umbrella, and a cold beer. As he watched the people on the beach, one figure caught his attention.
She was standing with her back to him, ankle-deep in the water. Her sheer white sarong was billowing in the wind, her hand was on the top of her head, holding her oversized hat securely on her head. There was something alluring about the curve of her arm and the sway of her hips as the waves crashed at her feet. Kyle felt his cock stirring in response.
Eventually, she continued walking down the beach away from him. He never saw her face. For a moment, he contemplated chasing her down the beach but decided against it. Liz was already mad enough – he better not push it by hitting on someone.
I made my way back to the Villa and left my sarong and hat on the table, before slipping out to the pool. I was leaning with my arms on the edge of the pool, looking out towards the beach when I noticed a handsome man in the distance heading in my direction. There was something familiar about his walk…could that be Kyle? I squinted to get a better view. No. His body was way too fit and smooth. Kyle had a hairy dad body.
He moved out of my sight line, but not before he fuelled my desire, which had been dormant for years. I had forgotten what it felt like to be aroused by a man. Perhaps before the week was over, I would find someone to reawaken that side of me. After all, anything is possible in paradise.
Kyle stepped quietly back into the Villa and froze as he saw the sheer sarong and floppy hat sitting on the table. It couldn’t possibly be Liz’s – there had to be dozens of women on the beach with the same hat and sarong, right? He dismissed it and got his shower, dressing in shorts and a casual shirt, then heading to the beachfront bar for a drink.
It had been hours since I had eaten anything, so I went inside to get showered and ready to go to dinner. I could tell from the puddles of water and wet towels that Kyle had already showered and left. Probably a wise choice – I didn’t feel like talking to him anyway.
I dressed in a short, flirty pink sundress, and left my hair down in soft waves, tucked behind one ear. My skin had a sun-kissed glow after my afternoon on the beach. Some pale pink lipstick completed the look. I slipped on my sandals and set out across the resort.
His voice wafted through the breeze – I would know that laugh anywhere, despite not hearing it for a very long time. It drew me in, so I went in search of it. I wasn’t surprised to find Kyle sitting at a bar, but I was surprised to see him being the life of the party. He had clearly been drinking, but he wasn’t drunk, just more relaxed. He was telling stories, making people laugh, and easily attracting the attention of some single young women.
Watching silently, I felt a twinge of something stirring inside of me. Nostalgia? Regret? Jealousy? Desire? Maybe all of the above? I observed him carefully. Something was different about him, I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
The growl of my stomach reminded me of what I had been in search of, so I turned and continued on my way, finding the casual dining room and taking a table for two at the window.
Kyle paused in mid-sentence – something drew his attention. He looked out to see her walking up the winding path towards the dining room. He recognized that walk, that silhouette. His cock once again jumped to life. Something was calling him to follow her. He might regret it, but he couldn’t let her disappear again. He excused himself from his new friends and went in search of her.
He watched her disappear inside the dining room. When he got to the door and looked inside, he saw her back to him as she sat looking out the window contemplatively. The host asked him if he wanted a table for one, and he shook his head, indicating he was meeting someone.
As he drew nearer to her, he caught the distinctive aroma of his wife’s perfume. He slowed his steps and froze when he reached the table. The woman who had piqued his interest was no stranger. She was his wife of twenty-three years.
“Mind if I join you?” Kyle asked.
I jumped, startled by his presence, and nodded silently. I looked at him. I mean really looked at him. The young man who stole my heart all those years ago was still there. Now there was some grey at his temples, his long flowing locks were thinner and shortly styled. His blue eyes still sparkled like the ocean and were marked by crow’s feet. His smile could still light up a room.
“What?” he asked, questioning my gaze.
I shook my head, “Nothing.”
“That look isn’t nothing,” he said. “Let me have it. I know you’re angry at me.”
Surprisingly, I wasn’t angry anymore. My earlier rage and frustration had ebbed, and I had resigned to make the best of this vacation. “Yeah, I was. It’s certainly not the vacation I envisioned, but I’m going to make the most of it.”
A smile played with the corner of Kyle’s lips. “That’s surprising.”
“I’m still full of surprises,” I said, slightly hurt by his comment, however well-deserved it might be. “When was the last time the two of us actually sat down to dinner together?”
“It’s been a long time,” Kyle replied. “Too long.”
His words sent a tingle down my spine. I nodded in agreement. With the ice finally broken, we settled in for dinner together. No phones. No distractions. We talked for the first time in years. We laughed together. We listened to each other. We learned new things about each other. It was the first time in years I actually enjoyed his company.
After dinner, we were walking back down the path toward our Villa when Kyle grabbed my hand. I felt a spark of excitement I hadn’t felt in a very long time. The sun was just beginning to set, the golden hour giving way to the blue hues of twilight.
“Care to come for a walk?” Kyle asked.
“Yes,” I replied as he led us off the path and towards the beach.
There was a boardwalk pier out over the water where I took a seat on a bench and soaked in the moment. The scent of salt water and coconuts danced on the gentle breeze. The vibrant colours of a Caribbean sunset faded as the sky darkened and the millions of twinkling mini-lights lit up the trees and pathways along the resort. There was the sound of the waves lapping along the shore, accompanied by a chorus of croakers, and the distant sound of steel drums.
Kyle and I sat in a comfortable silence. I watched him staring out over the sea and was struck by how handsome he was. My body shivered in response to him, aching for his touch. He caught me looking at him, and after looking into my eyes for a moment, he leaned down and kissed me. This wasn’t the way he used to kiss me. It was a kiss full of passion.
My arms wrapped around him as my body inched closer to his. As my arms trailed down his back, he felt unfamiliar to me. I broke the kiss and let my hands explore his body. “What’s going on here? This is not my husband’s body.”
“I’ve been going to the gym after work. It beat coming home to a cold house,” Kyle replied.
“You were at the gym? I assumed you were with a new woman,” I replied with disbelief. “You always went directly to the shower when you got home. I assumed it was to wash the scent of sex off you.”
“You were very wrong. And may I ask when you became so toned?”
I smiled, happy he had noticed. “The girls and I have been working on our beach bodies for the last two months in preparation for our trip. Thanks for noticing.”
“I noticed,” Kyle said. “I was mesmerized by a beautiful woman on the beach this afternoon. I wanted to follow her but didn’t. Tonight I noticed her going to the dining room…” He paused there.
“It was me?” I asked.
He nodded.
I captured his lips again, a flood of emotions running through me. My tongue dancing with his, my hands roaming his body as his hands softly cupped my breasts, teasing my hardened peaks. The excitement of rediscovering each other was overwhelming – we were lost in each other like the outside world ceased to exist.
Kyle grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him, my pelvis rocking against the hard bulge in his shorts. My hand urgently sought his zipper, trying to free his cock. Our lips locked together in a kiss harder than we had ever shared.
His fingers slid up my thigh, under my dress, rubbing over my mound. He growled when he discovered how wet I was. His fingers grabbed the silky material and pulled it aside, ripping it in the process. He rubbed the tip of his cock across my slit and then slid deep inside of me.
It had been years since Kyle had been inside of me. I hadn’t realized how much I missed having sex. Being desired. My whole body was throbbing and aching and tingling – I felt alive. Several hard thrusts were all it took for me to tremble in orgasm, which in turn led to him exploding deep inside of me.
Shuddering, I collapsed against his chest, laying my forehead on his shoulder. “Wow! Where did that come from?”
Kyle laughed. “I’m not sure, but it was long overdue.”
“I think we should go back to the Villa and explore this,” I whispered in his ear as I lifted myself off his lap. He tucked his cock back into his shorts and helped me stand. Grabbing my hand, he practically pulled me back down the boardwalk towards our Villa, nearly knocking over a young couple coming towards us.
“Sorry!” I called back at them, giggling, as they gave us a knowing smile.
We had barely stepped inside and closed the door when Kyle’s hands grabbed the hem of my dress pulling it over my head, leaving me standing in only my white silk bra and torn panties. My nipples were visibly sticking out from the thin material. My hair was tousled from pulling my dress over my head.
“I don’t think you have ever looked more beautiful,” Kyle said huskily before pulling me into his arms and tenderly kissing me, reigniting that desire deep in my core.
My hands came to his chest to start unbuttoning his shirt. As I slipped it off his shoulders, I gasped. His skin was smooth and his body was hard and toned. How had I missed his transformation? My husband was sexier now than he had ever been.
I traced my fingers over his bare chest, watching him shiver at my delicate touch. My lips followed, tracing along his collarbone, leaving little love bites as I went. His moans and hard erection pressing into my belly told me he was enjoying it. Moving lower, I caught one of his nipples in my teeth – I nibbled and flicked it before sucking it in.
Continuing lower, my tongue trailed down his torso, through the divot of his belly button, making him inhale sharply. Now on my knees, I undid his button and slid down his zipper, pushing his pants and underwear down to the floor. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I looked at his smoothly shaven manhood. I leaned forward and placed a little kiss on his tip, which was already covered in presumably.
His cock still tasted faintly like me. Like us. As I looked into his eyes, Kyle watched as his cock disappeared in my mouth, my hand gently cupping his balls. My head bobbed up and down as his hands played in my hair. When I felt his balls start to tighten, I took him out of my mouth.
Kyle pulled me up, removed my bra and torn panties, and in one quick movement, he swept me off my feet and carried me to the bed. He laid me gently down and crawled on top of me, his lips worshipping my body, starting at the nape of my neck and leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, between my breasts.
His lips delicately found the peaks that were aching for his touch. Gentle kisses, licks, and sucks had my clit buzzing. Every suck and nibble of my nipples made my nectar flow until I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled him back up until his cock was teasing at my slick entrance. One quick thrust and he was buried deep inside of me.
Staying still when he had completely filled me, he moaned as my muscles began pulsing around him, leaving him no choice but to thrust. My hands were cupping his ass, my nails digging into his flesh. Our hips worked together, beautifully building towards a shared orgasm.
When that wave we had been riding finally crashed, we held each other as the waves of pleasure still ebbed and flowed around us. Our heart rates and breathing slowly returned to normal, leaving us sated and a new feeling – happy! We drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, we were woken by a knock on our door. It was the resort manager that Kyle had been talking to yesterday.
“We’ve just heard from the other resort that a room has opened up starting tonight. Shall I let them know that you’ll be taking it?” she asked.
Looking at each other, we both shook our heads. “No!” we said in unison.
It seems we discovered more than we ever dreamed we could find on this island paradise. Or should I say rediscovered?
